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request: "Could I request hcs on the titan shifters protecting their female s/o in their titan form <3/ how they react if the s/o gets hurt"
! TITAN IDENTITY SPOILERS !
eren jaeger
eren always keeps an eye on you, especially in the midst of a battle. captain levi contemplated several times to transfer you to other squad just because eren can't concentrate on the mission, he keeps glancing around to find you flying around with ODM gear. you had to try really hard to convince him that you can take care of yourself, yet eren just doesn't listen. sometimes he straight up leaves his titan form and you have to scold him again, scaring him with the fact that captain levi really will separate the two of you.
armin arlert
armin doesn't want you anywhere near his titan because he's freakishly afraid that he won't even notice you due to his enormous size and will accidentally trample you or something. yet sometimes he gets so overwhelmed by the love he feels for you that he knows he could blast away an entire town with his transformation if needed, if that would ensure your safety. if you're on a mission, his size gives him advantage in watching over the entire perimeter and seeing you clearly.
reiner braun
reiner would do anything for you. anything. he doesn't have much will to live left for himself, so he does it for you. you're the only thing keeping him alive, literally. he's prepared to sacrifice his life for you at any moment. during a mission he always tries to move in ways that would shield you from any stray bullets. if you're hurt, he's always the first one to leave his titan form after the battle and run after you to help. he hates the sinking feeling in his gut when he sees you suffering and wants to obliterate anyone who dared harm you.
porco galliard
porco doesn't worry about you getting hurt too much, cause even if you do get hurt, his titan is extremely fast, so he can get to you and sweep you away to safety in no time. also, he's confident that you're a great warrior and can stand your ground. yet after each mission he feels as if a huge boulder has disappeared from his chest when he sees you alive and well. at times like these, he just wants to snuggle up to you and feel your warmth - that calms him.
zeke jaeger
zeke's titan form gives him great advantage since he can talk to you directly if the situation gets dire. he has great aim yet he's still always worried that a stray pebble will hit you, therefore he's developed a habit of quickly running his eyes through the approaching enemy lines to ensure that you're not mingling there. better safe than sorry.
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request: "Can I request a Eren x female reader fluff and smut imagine (that takes place after season 3, maybe during season 4) where reader is worried about what the future holds, Eren comforts her, and one thing leads to another and they make love. After, they pillow talk about their memories together, how they met, and how much they love each other, I think that'd be super cute"
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The lights are dimmed, the room is empty except for you and Eren, his fingers slowly twirling patterns on your shoulder blade, your head resting on his chest. No other place you'd rather be than in your lover's arms.
After the battle of Shiganshina, you've been spending lots of evenings like this. Everything was still too much to process, and the shock you've all experienced is severe, still taking its toll. The trip to the sea was liberating, yet you still have to live with the events that transpired that day, the memories of it often creeping up on you when least expected.
"You've gone quiet," Eren muttered drowsily, staring at the ceiling.
You hummed to prove that you're not sleeping and shuffled closer to his chin.
"I just can't stop thinking about what comes next," you confessed. "I forget for a while, but then I get this sudden, frightful pang, wondering when the enemies are going to attack."
You felt his strong arms wrap tighter around you immediately. "It won't get to that."
You sigh. "I know. I just... I hate all of this. That stupid term --"
"Hey," Eren interrupted you, shifting to face your tearing gaze. "No more of this, alright? I'm here now, and I won't let anything happen to you. Ever."
"I know. But you..."
"Yeah," Eren swallowed, resting his forehead against yours and closing his eyes. "I will. But I will never leave you."
"Damn right you won't. I simply won't let you go."
Eren smirked yet didn't leave the hurt in your teary eyes ignored. Even if your eyebrows were locked together in a determined way, he knew you're the softest, most caring person ever.
"We've talked about this," Eren remarked. He didn't say it to avoid conversation; he simply didn't want you to get hung up on something that cannot be reversed, but rather accept it as it is and try to make terms with it.
"I don't care. I'm not accepting such fate," you grumbled. "Who's this Ymir anyway? She's nothing against us. The world is nothing against us."
You choked back a whimper but weren't able to contain the stray tear that rolled down your cheek, incoming tears blurring your vision completely.
As if barring your mouth from crying out sorrowfully, Eren's lips landed on yours. Just a sweet peck, yet so full of emotion, love.
"I know, sweetheart. I know."
You sniffled and kissed him back just as sweetly, brushing your fingertips against his chiseled jaw. One, two, three more kisses, and the frightening feeling of the uncertain future started to melt away. Both of you cherished every single kiss, peck, and smooch after finding out the secrets that were hidden in Eren's father's basement for so long.
Eren deepened the kiss, you happily obliged. You felt his hand press on the small of your back, pressing your centers closer together, making you exhale audibly into his mouth. His lips latched onto your neck as you grasped for dear life onto any piece of his clothing you could put your wandering hands on. A moan finally escaped your lips as Eren sucked on a particular sweet spot and slipped his palm under your panties, hungrily kneading the plush of your ass.
Craving for even more proximity, you hooked your left leg on his hips, whimpering at the sensation of his growing erection pressing against your smoldering center. His jaw slacked open as he groaned, using his hand on your ass to grind your centers even closer.
"I love you," you mewled, unable to bear it anymore. "So much, Eren."
He flipped you on your back, positioning himself in between your shaking thighs, stroking them, kissing you some more. "And I love you. Always."
You reached out and took off his shirt, aching to touch his scalding-hot, bare skin, to run your fingers over the ridges of his toned muscles and every scar. As you did that and marveled at the god-like figure towering over you, he gripped your thighs and pulled your now slick center towards his painful hard-on, eliciting a broken moan out of your swollen lips.
Eren stopped just for a second, admiring your cute, blushing face, pinky nose tip, eyes half-lidded and glazed over with lust. He took extra few seconds to burn this image into his brain.
You tossed your shirt away, revealing a pair of supple mounds, which Eren's hands found just a moment after. He bent down and peppered your sternum with kisses and hickeys, relishing in how your hands run over his tousled hair and how your back twists into a beautiful arch.
"Eren," you mewled. "Fill me up."
He cussed silently against your skin, feeling your request go straight into his twitching dick.
You just couldn't hold it in anymore and neither could he, so he didn't waste any more time and hooked his fingers under the hem of your sweatpants, dragging them down along with your panties.
He almost whimpered himself upon seeing your glistening center, desperate for connection.
He relieved himself of his lower garments, allowing his member to spring up against his chest. He gave it a couple of strokes before positioning the tip at your aching entrance.
You fought the unbelievable urge to roll your eyes back at the intrusive yet oh-so-desired breach, wanting to watch how he disappears inside you.
"Ah, baby," he mumbled against your lips as he bottomed you out. "You feel so damn good."
You exchanged a wet, sloppy kiss as he started to move inside you, rocking your bodies together. It was getting impossibly hot as you took in shallow breaths, feeling your whole body heating at the intensity of your union.
With his lips, he left a wet trail down the side of your neck, snapping his hips against yours, the lewd, skin-to-skin slapping sounds resonating in the room and arousing you even more.
You kept grabbing and scratching at the small of his back as if to push him even deeper, to never let him escape you.
You couldn't control a loud wail that escaped through your lips as Eren kept pounding on that sweet spot he always finds. He noticed your agitation, so he hooked his elbow under your thigh and pushed himself even deeper, which didn't even seem possible at this point.
You threw your head back uncontrollably, aiming to mutter Eren's name, yet your mind was in total shambles.
"I know, baby, I know," Eren groaned, his voice half an octave higher. "You gonna cum for me?"
"Yeah," you let out, closing your eyes completely and focusing on the tightening coil in your insides. "I'm coming, Eren."
"Me too," he groaned, releasing his thick ropes inside of you. "Say my name again, baby, please."
"Eren," you moaned, his request finally tipping you over the edge, your coil snapping at last.
Eren felt your nails dig deeper into his skin as you rode out your high. He slumped next to you, immediately hugging your waist with one arm and bringing you closer.
You twitched at any touch and brush of his skin against yours, your senses still heightened after your bliss.
Eren was so happy, so overwhelmed by love. It suddenly hit him that he has very little time left to experience more happiness with you. Finally, he too thought that this, all of this, is so unfair.
Your eyes snapped open and your heart sank as you heard a discreet sniffle, Eren's head buried in the crook of your neck to hide.
"Eren, baby," you whined, propping yourself on your shoulder and putting your palm on his tear-stained cheek.
Immediately, you started crying too, so you weaved your arms around his neck and let each other simply cry it out.
"I'm so sorry, Y/N," Eren held you close.
"This is not over, I'm telling you." you wiped your tears as you reassured him; him and yourself too.
He smiled as he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. "The world is nothing against us, right?"
if not for your social awkwardness and shyness, he probably wouldn't have looked at you twice. he genuinely wanted to know what makes you close up like a clam, so he treated you almost like an experiment: "accidentally" brushing a hand over your back, thigh or hand, lingering his gaze on yours for longer that you could handle - all that and more, until he realized he actually liked you, in his own twisted way. he would drive you to your limits, training you to overcome the shyness and be the best version of yourself, to be able to enjoy everything he shows you and more.
"i can't hear you, baby," he'd ask while guiding your center back and forth his thigh as you straddled it. "d'you say like it?"
armin arlert
even though you're shy, you two are feeling really good together, cause armin is not exactly talkative too. you feel great cause you respect each other's boundaries, and the rest comes naturally, with loads of trust and comfort. he'd never do something you wouldn't like and he always asks for your consent before doing anything. your first time together was quite awkward because neither of you had the courage to actually initiate it, but the sexual tension was at the point of snapping, until it finally did - you basically pounced on one another after returning from an expedition. realizing that your bodies already trust each other, the mutual shyness melted little by little.
jean kirstein
he'd be quite cocky at first, making fun of your shyness, but deep down jean is a sweet and caring boy. sometimes he'd even feel bad about having said something to you in the heat of coming up with a joke. he'd only show you this side of his when no one was around. even though you had trust issues, somehow this rapport with jean was already there - you believed him.
"i didn't mean it, okay? you don't look like a two-year-old when you blush. you look cute." he'd confess, blushing himself.
reiner braun
reiner would die every time you'd blush about the slightest stuff, he'd want to just hug the shit out of you, cause cuteness gives rise to aggression. he'd always reassure you and be on your side, but would secretly become extremely jealous if eren or jean would tease you. at night, he'd have to force himself to stop thinking about you in steamy situations - it's his guilty pleasure.
porco galliard
porco would find himself getting annoyed by your unnecessary shyness at first - he'd genuinely don't understand how such a shy person like you would even be considered to inherit a titan in the first place. he'd then realize that you're extremely tenacious too, what makes him look at you in a different light. he'd snap one day and challenge you to a simple race on foot.
"so you're just pretending?" he'd ask all out of breath after losing.
"what?" you'd squeak.
"you're not daft at all."
levi ackerman
you'd drive him crazy. he knows your true potential, you're an excellent soldier, concentrating solely on the mission when needed, thus forgetting the shyness in the process. but when it's all of you together, relaxing, you sink to your timid mouse state again, and he doesn't understand why. he'd always try to provoke you so you'd stop being so shy.
"oi, brat," he'd call you. "stop sulking in the corner."
erwin smith
everyone would be suspicious and doubtful about you, since most of the time you're simply silent, but erwin would believe in you. he'd have this ability to read through you and see that you're actually a truly strong person inside. he'd always encourage you when he'd sense you're dreading something.
"firstly, breathe. you're strong, you can absolutely do this."
zeke jaeger
he'd be an absolute tease. he'd heartingly laugh at your hiccups or cases of timidness, but would help you nevertheless, though not without throwing off a cheeky remark. that would actually provoke you to nudge him slightly, which is already a win for him.
"see? not so shy anymore." he'd say once you'd stomp away cutely.
request: "Could I request hcs on the titan shifters protecting their female s/o in their titan form <3/ how they react if the s/o gets hurt"
! TITAN IDENTITY SPOILERS !
eren jaeger
eren always keeps an eye on you, especially in the midst of a battle. captain levi contemplated several times to transfer you to other squad just because eren can't concentrate on the mission, he keeps glancing around to find you flying around with ODM gear. you had to try really hard to convince him that you can take care of yourself, yet eren just doesn't listen. sometimes he straight up leaves his titan form and you have to scold him again, scaring him with the fact that captain levi really will separate the two of you.
armin arlert
armin doesn't want you anywhere near his titan because he's freakishly afraid that he won't even notice you due to his enormous size and will accidentally trample you or something. yet sometimes he gets so overwhelmed by the love he feels for you that he knows he could blast away an entire town with his transformation if needed, if that would ensure your safety. if you're on a mission, his size gives him advantage in watching over the entire perimeter and seeing you clearly.
reiner braun
reiner would do anything for you. anything. he doesn't have much will to live left for himself, so he does it for you. you're the only thing keeping him alive, literally. he's prepared to sacrifice his life for you at any moment. during a mission he always tries to move in ways that would shield you from any stray bullets. if you're hurt, he's always the first one to leave his titan form after the battle and run after you to help. he hates the sinking feeling in his gut when he sees you suffering and wants to obliterate anyone who dared harm you.
porco galliard
porco doesn't worry about you getting hurt too much, cause even if you do get hurt, his titan is extremely fast, so he can get to you and sweep you away to safety in no time. also, he's confident that you're a great warrior and can stand your ground. yet after each mission he feels as if a huge boulder has disappeared from his chest when he sees you alive and well. at times like these, he just wants to snuggle up to you and feel your warmth - that calms him.
zeke jaeger
zeke's titan form gives him great advantage since he can talk to you directly if the situation gets dire. he has great aim yet he's still always worried that a stray pebble will hit you, therefore he's developed a habit of quickly running his eyes through the approaching enemy lines to ensure that you're not mingling there. better safe than sorry.
cw: violence, guns, swear-words, smut (creampie, riding, degradation, reader's a dominatrix if you squint really hard?)
summary: rival tensions between you and jean finally snap, resulting in something steamy in one of the shooting booths
wc: 1.9 k
The quarrel started when Jean purposefully shot the last of the cans you were shooting at, ruining your strike of six and taking down the seventh himself. On purpose.
You stopped aiming with your pistol and opened your left eye, frantically searching for whoever claimed your victory. You didn't have to search long since you heard sniggering from the other shooting booth, where Sasha, Connie, and Jean were, the latter obviously flaunting having stolen the last can from you.
"Bastard," you muttered and made your way towards the oaf.
"What, came to congratulate me on my awesome aim?" Jean flaunted, aware just how pissed off you are.
"Having the time of your life, huh?" you tried to level your voice as much as possible, but with your hot-headed disposition, it was simply impossible.
"Clearly. No one shoots better than me."
Connie rolled his eyes, perfectly aware of how Jean is annoying you on purpose.
His filthy leer started disappearing as he heard no answer from you; silence on your part is never a good omen since it's a perfect equivalent for the calm before the storm.
And oh, what thunder you could deliver.
In a flash, you spun the barrel of your pistol, loading it, and lodged the pipe straight between Jean's shocked eyes. Sasha and Connie yelped, completely thrown aback.
"There should be just a couple of bullets left, I've no idea whether it's actually loaded now or not." You explained, fuming with cold-hearted odium.
"Oi, Y/N, you better..."
"Silence, please." You interrupted Connie, and Sasha was just starting at the both of you, her eyes almost popping out of their sockets.
Jean chuckled - poor decision. "What, you're gonna shoot?"
You removed the safety, the clacking sound pushing everyone an inch more towards the edge. "I might."
Jean was shitting himself but he would never show that to you. To anyone else, maybe, not really a big deal, but not in front of you. The thing is, he can't stand you because you're so much like Eren. You're both hot-headed, tenacious, and idealistic. Although, you leaned more on the purely deranged side.
Yet at the same time, the longer you held the cold steel lodged in between his eyes, the more Jean felt his pants tightening.
"You, crazy bitch." Jean spat out, not even thinking of looking away from your thunderous, plain crazy eyes.
You squeezed the handle tighter as you pushed the pipe deeper into Jean's skin; that's definitely going to leave a mark for some time.
"Say that again." You challenged, your body shaking.
Everyone dared not say a word.
Suddenly, a voice called you from further away. "Oi, Y/N, come, dinner's almost ready." It was Eren, having briefly come out to the shooting grounds to call you.
It took a split second of your distraction for Jean to slap the pistol out of your grasp and twist the same arm behind your back painfully.
"Just a moment, Jaeger," Jean shouted back, covering your almost frothing mouth with his hand. "Go," he instructed Sasha and Connie. "We're just gonna talk it out."
"You're kidding? You're gonna rip each other to pieces!" Connie yelled.
"Go, I'm just gonna talk some sense into this crazy."
As Sasha and Connie were leaving, Jean finally retracted his palm shielding your mouth, allowing you to openly growl at him.
"Stop squirming, you knucklehead."
He released you by pushing you forwards gently as if to put some distance between the two of you. You almost crashed into the gun stack yet turned around quickly enough to lodge your fist into Jean's jaw.
The blow held so much force that he actually rolled out of the booth backwards and straight onto the grass.
"Bitch!" he yelled in disbelief. "You almost dislocated my jaw!"
"Wouldn't be a problem for your horse-face." You retorted as you jumped over the same railing, aiming to maim him some more.
"Oh yeah? What about your snotty mug?" he avoided your advance by managing to grab your collar and smash you straight on your back, all air emptying from your lungs. "Want me to embellish it for you?"
You bared your teeth and groaned at him, trying to squirm out of the lock he's formed by straddling your waist.
"Would you just calm down?!" He yelled at you as he grabbed your wrists and pinned them over your head.
"Stop messing with me and I will!"
"I'm not messing with you! I'm..."
But really, what? Jean couldn't finish the sentence, because he truly didn't know what exactly is he doing. He knew for sure that he didn't genuinely wish to inflict pain upon you, you just drove him crazy because you're so much like Eren, whom...
Whom he actually respectfully admires.
Meaning...
Do I actually like you? Jean thought to himself.
"Get off me, you oaf." You finally pushed him aside and scrambled up to your feet.
You were almost going away to dinner, yet the fact that Jean was still sitting on the ground and eyeing you with furrowed brows and this stupid, unreadable expression on his face locked you in place.
You stared back at him in mutual confusion for some time. "The fuck's wrong with you?"
Jean stared at you for some more, the loss in his eyes turning into defensive anger once again. He stood up, towering over you menacingly, his chest heaving up and down, fists balled up. This whole situation gained such a baffling vibe, you didn't even know what to think of it anymore. Jean was acting too strange.
"Would you stop obsessing over me?" Jean yelled, forcing your jaw to drop indignantly.
"Me? I'm obsessing over you? It's you who can't leave me alone for two straight minutes every day!"
He huffed. "It's because you... You... You're always in my way!" Frankly, Jean was panicking because he was running out of generalized excuses.
"Are you being serious, horse-face?"
"Don't call me that!"
"I'll call you whatever I want, horse-face!"
Jean gritted his teeth, the rage bubbling up inside of him, finally exploding in him crashing his lips on yours, his palms on both sides of your neck.
Your eyes were wide open as you pushed him away a second after, the shock and disbelief of his actions hovering between the two of you. He was staring right back at you with the same stupefied look, even after you slapped him.
Few more seconds of something alike a staring contest passed when it was your turn to grab him by his collar and crash your lips on his.
Jean moaned at the contact of your tongues, inciting a tingling sensation in your insides. You were kissing so hard and so hastily, as if your lives depended on it, trying to catch some air in little intervals between another kiss.
You grabbed at his jacket clumsily, aiming to drop it off his sturdy shoulders. He caught onto the hint and shimmied off of it hastily, removing your own and resuming kissing you.
His hands started to grab at your plump ass, hinting for you to jump. You did so immediately before he carried you back to the booth, never breaking off the kiss. He sat on the bench, you on top of him, holding him snuggly by the neck. You rolled your hips onto his hardening erection once, forcing a moan to slip out of his mouth. You smiled against his lips, repeating the action and this time feeling his fingers dig into the plush of your ass.
"Who's teasing who now?" Jean blabbered in between the kisses.
"Shut up." You kissed him again, having something more devious in mind.
You placed your palm on his chest and started trailing it towards his now painfully obvious tent. You bit at his lower lip as you sneaked your hand right under his boxers, palming him.
"You dreamed about this, haven't you, you freak?" You asked deviously, enjoying how he's falling apart under you.
He remained silent, fighting your accusing gaze with his own, trying really hard to even his shaky breathing. The answer was obvious.
As your shoulder bobbed up and down, Jean was closing in towards his edge.
"Ah, I'm--"
"No, hold it in." You ordered and undid Jean's pants just enough for his member to spring free before hastily ridding yourself of your lower garments too.
In an impatient hurry, you got back to straddling him, taking his shaft into your hand and guiding the tip to position it just below your weeping entrance, his hands fused to your ass, trying his best to not just straight up impale you.
Both of you moaned as you finally eased down on him, the warmth of your pussy enveloping his cock almost making him cum on the spot.
"Fuck." You mewled, thinking that he certainly has other horse-like qualities aside from his face.
You held onto the railing behind Jean as you started pacing up and down, Jean stroking your ass and your back, the shallow puffs of breath from your mouths connecting into one smoky, lust-dripping cloud.
His lips latched onto your neck as his fingers dug into your ass cheeks and thighs, making you go absolutely feral and quicken your pace. You just hoped that these lewd skin-slapping sounds won't reach anyone's ears.
You yelped when Jean's thumb found your clit and started circling it. So he's not so selfish after all.
Somewhere in between the sloppy, wet, open-mouthed kisses and your bobbing you felt that the pleasure is unraveling your sanity. Jean's husky groaning doesn't help.
"I hate you, I hate you so much." You babbled into his mouth, thinking only about his enormous dick pounding your cervix.
"I hate you more." He replied as he tugged your hair at the nape just enough for the pain to transform into pleasure.
Your pussy contracted at the sensation, not going unnoticed by Jean as he unloaded himself into you. Your own bliss followed not long after as you threw your head back and moaned into the soft twilight air with your knitted together brows and sultry, swollen lips handing wide open.
Coming down from your high you felt that it was Jean's big palms that you leaned your back on, preventing you from simply tumbling backwards onto the ground.
"That was the sexiest thing I've ever seen," Jean admitted, referring to your orgasm and peppering stray kisses on your neck.
"I know." You retorted with a devious smile.
You stood up and started putting your pants back on, so did Jean, silence heavy with speculation hanging between the two of you, transfixed occasionally only by a deeper breath in an attempt to catch some air.
You eyed each other as you fixed your jacket, cheeks still pink from all the action. "I still hate you, you know."
He chuckled. "If this hatred between us puts us to such extremes, so be it."
You tried your best to contain your smile but simply failed. You went to have dinner side by side, trying not to raise any suspicions, yet the occasional piece of grass or dirt in your hair, your flushed skin and the too-tame way you acted beside each other didn't go unnoticed by your friends, although no one said anything. Yet.
What was obvious to everyone, though, is that this 'hate' between you actually has to be interchanged with some other antonymous word and it will make perfect sense.
request: "Can I request a Eren x female reader fluff and smut imagine (that takes place after season 3, maybe during season 4) where reader is worried about what the future holds, Eren comforts her, and one thing leads to another and they make love. After, they pillow talk about their memories together, how they met, and how much they love each other, I think that'd be super cute"
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The lights are dimmed, the room is empty except for you and Eren, his fingers slowly twirling patterns on your shoulder blade, your head resting on his chest. No other place you'd rather be than in your lover's arms.
After the battle of Shiganshina, you've been spending lots of evenings like this. Everything was still too much to process, and the shock you've all experienced is severe, still taking its toll. The trip to the sea was liberating, yet you still have to live with the events that transpired that day, the memories of it often creeping up on you when least expected.
"You've gone quiet," Eren muttered drowsily, staring at the ceiling.
You hummed to prove that you're not sleeping and shuffled closer to his chin.
"I just can't stop thinking about what comes next," you confessed. "I forget for a while, but then I get this sudden, frightful pang, wondering when the enemies are going to attack."
You felt his strong arms wrap tighter around you immediately. "It won't get to that."
You sigh. "I know. I just... I hate all of this. That stupid term --"
"Hey," Eren interrupted you, shifting to face your tearing gaze. "No more of this, alright? I'm here now, and I won't let anything happen to you. Ever."
"I know. But you..."
"Yeah," Eren swallowed, resting his forehead against yours and closing his eyes. "I will. But I will never leave you."
"Damn right you won't. I simply won't let you go."
Eren smirked yet didn't leave the hurt in your teary eyes ignored. Even if your eyebrows were locked together in a determined way, he knew you're the softest, most caring person ever.
"We've talked about this," Eren remarked. He didn't say it to avoid conversation; he simply didn't want you to get hung up on something that cannot be reversed, but rather accept it as it is and try to make terms with it.
"I don't care. I'm not accepting such fate," you grumbled. "Who's this Ymir anyway? She's nothing against us. The world is nothing against us."
You choked back a whimper but weren't able to contain the stray tear that rolled down your cheek, incoming tears blurring your vision completely.
As if barring your mouth from crying out sorrowfully, Eren's lips landed on yours. Just a sweet peck, yet so full of emotion, love.
"I know, sweetheart. I know."
You sniffled and kissed him back just as sweetly, brushing your fingertips against his chiseled jaw. One, two, three more kisses, and the frightening feeling of the uncertain future started to melt away. Both of you cherished every single kiss, peck, and smooch after finding out the secrets that were hidden in Eren's father's basement for so long.
Eren deepened the kiss, you happily obliged. You felt his hand press on the small of your back, pressing your centers closer together, making you exhale audibly into his mouth. His lips latched onto your neck as you grasped for dear life onto any piece of his clothing you could put your wandering hands on. A moan finally escaped your lips as Eren sucked on a particular sweet spot and slipped his palm under your panties, hungrily kneading the plush of your ass.
Craving for even more proximity, you hooked your left leg on his hips, whimpering at the sensation of his growing erection pressing against your smoldering center. His jaw slacked open as he groaned, using his hand on your ass to grind your centers even closer.
"I love you," you mewled, unable to bear it anymore. "So much, Eren."
He flipped you on your back, positioning himself in between your shaking thighs, stroking them, kissing you some more. "And I love you. Always."
You reached out and took off his shirt, aching to touch his scalding-hot, bare skin, to run your fingers over the ridges of his toned muscles and every scar. As you did that and marveled at the god-like figure towering over you, he gripped your thighs and pulled your now slick center towards his painful hard-on, eliciting a broken moan out of your swollen lips.
Eren stopped just for a second, admiring your cute, blushing face, pinky nose tip, eyes half-lidded and glazed over with lust. He took extra few seconds to burn this image into his brain.
You tossed your shirt away, revealing a pair of supple mounds, which Eren's hands found just a moment after. He bent down and peppered your sternum with kisses and hickeys, relishing in how your hands run over his tousled hair and how your back twists into a beautiful arch.
"Eren," you mewled. "Fill me up."
He cussed silently against your skin, feeling your request go straight into his twitching dick.
You just couldn't hold it in anymore and neither could he, so he didn't waste any more time and hooked his fingers under the hem of your sweatpants, dragging them down along with your panties.
He almost whimpered himself upon seeing your glistening center, desperate for connection.
He relieved himself of his lower garments, allowing his member to spring up against his chest. He gave it a couple of strokes before positioning the tip at your aching entrance.
You fought the unbelievable urge to roll your eyes back at the intrusive yet oh-so-desired breach, wanting to watch how he disappears inside you.
"Ah, baby," he mumbled against your lips as he bottomed you out. "You feel so damn good."
You exchanged a wet, sloppy kiss as he started to move inside you, rocking your bodies together. It was getting impossibly hot as you took in shallow breaths, feeling your whole body heating at the intensity of your union.
With his lips, he left a wet trail down the side of your neck, snapping his hips against yours, the lewd, skin-to-skin slapping sounds resonating in the room and arousing you even more.
You kept grabbing and scratching at the small of his back as if to push him even deeper, to never let him escape you.
You couldn't control a loud wail that escaped through your lips as Eren kept pounding on that sweet spot he always finds. He noticed your agitation, so he hooked his elbow under your thigh and pushed himself even deeper, which didn't even seem possible at this point.
You threw your head back uncontrollably, aiming to mutter Eren's name, yet your mind was in total shambles.
"I know, baby, I know," Eren groaned, his voice half an octave higher. "You gonna cum for me?"
"Yeah," you let out, closing your eyes completely and focusing on the tightening coil in your insides. "I'm coming, Eren."
"Me too," he groaned, releasing his thick ropes inside of you. "Say my name again, baby, please."
"Eren," you moaned, his request finally tipping you over the edge, your coil snapping at last.
Eren felt your nails dig deeper into his skin as you rode out your high. He slumped next to you, immediately hugging your waist with one arm and bringing you closer.
You twitched at any touch and brush of his skin against yours, your senses still heightened after your bliss.
Eren was so happy, so overwhelmed by love. It suddenly hit him that he has very little time left to experience more happiness with you. Finally, he too thought that this, all of this, is so unfair.
Your eyes snapped open and your heart sank as you heard a discreet sniffle, Eren's head buried in the crook of your neck to hide.
"Eren, baby," you whined, propping yourself on your shoulder and putting your palm on his tear-stained cheek.
Immediately, you started crying too, so you weaved your arms around his neck and let each other simply cry it out.
"I'm so sorry, Y/N," Eren held you close.
"This is not over, I'm telling you." you wiped your tears as you reassured him; him and yourself too.
He smiled as he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. "The world is nothing against us, right?"
request: "I am surprised no one requested aot guys getting hard over their very sexy female s/I and the very fitting uniform,like you can't tell me that no one ever fell on anyone ,accidentally grinded their dick, accidentally got a eye full of ass or titty?I am gonna go with Zeke and Eren here!Headcanons for how they deal with their s/o bending over or something?Like everyone in this damn anime is fit as fuck!Those uniforms are tight and we are dealing with adolescents!"
eren jaeger
he may be acting aloof when everyone else is around, but when he finally gets you alone... you wouldn't even realize that you did something to make him horny, and you'd only know when he'd slam you against the door after a long day. his sex drive is ridiculously high and frankly he gets turned on by basically anything you do. usually, it's making him jealous by merely laughing at someone else's joke. god forbid.
armin arlert
ooooh boy he'd try so hard to remain calm whenever the strap of your top would slide away and reveal a full lenght of your teasingly protruding collarbone. he'd gulp, his eyes automatically travelling to the supple mounds below. you'd insantly know if he's horny cause his cheeks and the tip of his nose start blushing seemingly out of nowhere.
jean kirstein
he's such a boob man. always staring at your chest, tighly held together by the white uniform shirt. he'd always try to peek the color of your bra through the little rippling slits between the buttons, almost drooling while doing so.
reiner braun
he'd love your legs, especially thighs. one time when you were sitting next to him you accidentally brushed your knee against his. that made him so hard that it actually hurt. he had to grip his forearm to prevent it from wandering to your fleshy thigh and squeezing its plush.
porco galliard
nothing would get porco going like your good performance in a spar. sometimes he'd get so distracted imagining all the things he'd do to you the second you're alone, that you overpower his sturdy frame and win. he doesn't really admit it but that submissive moment goes straight to his dick. whenever he wins, he purposely presses his body to yours, brushing over all the right spots strategically, as if he didn't mean it.
levi ackerman
discipline is levi's second name, but you sure make it complicated for him. he likes to watch your neck whenever you're around and simply chatting with someone, or if you're all training at a cottage safehouse and you're trying to reach something off the high shelf, he likes to see the way the skin enshrouding it strains and reveals one or two prominent veins. he wonders how it would feel under his squeezing fingers.
erwin smith
this man is a big, loving teddy bear. he loves watching the way your hips sway when you're walking away. he actually feels bad about it, but he is simply unable not to look at you. you're so enticing and you don't even realize it, what makes him want to show it to you even more.
zeke jaeger
zeke likes to watch you think. whenever the two of you are plotting something and you're standing over the table strewn over with maps and figurines, making up the best strategies, he sometimes sits beside and watches your entwined brows as the cogs turn in your head. he'd then slyly get behind you and as you tried to shift a map at the other end of the table he'd lean forwards too, trapping you in his bodily cage, immersing his head in the crook of your neck and slowly grinding against you; an invitation.
long time no see <3 yet i think i'm back. sorry for disappearing suddenly, as i always do. recently i've read old pending requests and there were so many warm words from y'all, i'm truly sorry for making you wait that long, but i've finished all my exams so i'll definitely have more time to write (◕∇◕✿) especially since aot is airing again, my hype is back ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) i'll be writing some imagines, choosing them randomly from the pending requests page, also i have some of them right in the inbox so please, bear with me dearies <3 horny o'clock is coming
request: "I really liked your armin x marleyan reader! Could I request a similar premise but with Jean? If you want, love the stories you make! 🥰😍❤💖💝"
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"Should we really let her handle the guns?" Jean asked as he eyed your frame, cleaning the Marleyan standard-issue pistols.
"You still don't trust her?" Connie chuckled.
Ever since you came with the very first ship Marley has sent to spy on Eldians, you knew it'd be no use to freak out and throw away your life for nothing, so you did what you had to do to survive, including fraternizing with the enemy. Yet, as the time passed, Eldians seemed to grow on you and you on them.
Jean, however, was always distrustful of you and always found something to pin on you or suspect you of.
"And you do?" Jean retorted. "Look at her, she'd probably shoot me if I were here alone and make it look like an accident."
Connie sighed. "Jean, would you just already say it?"
"Say what?!"
"You obviously like her!"
Jean almost choked, Connie's words slapping him right in the face. He felt a blush creep up his neck right up his cheeks as the realization dawned on him.
"Do I now?!" Jean screamed, his voice an octave higher.
He screamed loud enough for you to hear and face them. "Oi, I'm trying to tidy up here. I'd like to have some quiet."
Jean almost fainted at the thought that you might've heard at least a sliver of this ridiculous conversation, yet Connie stepped up and ran towards you, Jean rushing after him to stop him from whatever the little rascal has planned.
"Y/N, Jean wants to compete with you in a shooting challenge."
You chuckled, making Jean blush even harder and knit his eyebrows together.
"I absolutely do not--"
"If you win, he'll clean all the guns for a week for you." Connie proposed, Jean's mouth still hanging open. "If Jean wins, you go on a date with him."
Truthfully, Jean was too stunned to say anything, much less protest.
You watched Connie with a calculating expression for a while, then turned your eyes to Jean, besting the stillness of a statue. "Okay."
Connie's face lit up, he couldn't believe that you actually agreed.
"This will be an easy win." You sneered at Jean who was throwing daggers at you.
The thing is, Jean didn't even doubt that it'd be an easy win for you - you're an expert with guns, and as much as Jean's arrogance hated to admit it, you were better than him.
You both loaded the pistols as Connie was arranging two separate rows of six cans each.
"Whoever shoots their row first, wins."
Jean gulped as he aimed for the first can, trying to calm his breathing and steady his hand. He glanced at you to evaluate your own stature, yet he found that you're already doing the same.
Both of you quickly returned your eyes to the targets, fighting the blush.
"Ready... Set... Go!" Connie yelled and jumped to the sight, out of the range of fire.
Jean held his breathing as he fired shot after shot, the blasting from both of your pistols deafening the surroundings. After shooting for seemingly an eternity, Jean realized that he got all of his cans. Disbelief numbing his body, he turned to your row, learning that there was still one left.e
I won, Jean thought. He didn't even realize how much he wanted to win and go on that damn date with you.
He met the disbelief in your eye - he actually bested you. Then, your uptight mouth unraveled into an amused smile as you put the pistol away.
"Alright, Jean-boy. I'll go on a date with you."
Connie had to cover his mouth with his hand to suppress the laughter that was threatening to spill and Jean's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.
Hey! 👋 You ok? Haven't seen you on my dash in a while. 😟
Hi, thanks so much for asking 😭 I'm good, just extremely busy with uni and work, sorry for being mia. I'm kinda feeling the urge to write again little by little, really hoping to act on it soon. love y'all so so much 💕
