eren stares at you in silent disbelief, like he has imaginary question marks above his head.
he scoffs, “you must be joking.”
“I’m not.” you respond almost immediately. you could admit, this was a petty move from you. you and eren have bickered and argued countless times, but you always ended up patching things together. you’ve never slept without him, let alone kick him out of the room.
his forehead crinkles a bit and he crosses his arms. “I’m sleeping in my bed.”
you pick up a pillow from your side of the bed and toss it to him. “goodnight.”
“i don’t get a blanket?”
you stare at him blankly for a few seconds before reluctantly getting up and grabbing a mini comforter from out of your closet, tossing it to him, and getting back into bed. “goodnight.”
eren watches as you turn over to go to sleep, pulling the blanket over your shoulder. he smacks his teeth, lugging himself out of the room and shutting the door behind him.
however, he refuses to sleep on that couch. one, it’s uncomfortable, and two, it feels way too weird to sleep without you. his jaw tightens a bit. usually eren would put up more of a fight, but he’s too tired to convince you to be reasonable.
a few minutes go by; minutes that feel like hours. you didn’t anticipate that you wouldn’t be able to sleep in an empty bed. it’s too quiet. but you’ve done it before, so why can’t you now? you shift restlessly in the blanket in an attempt to get more comfortable and shut your eyes. in the midst of you counting sheep (literally), you hear the faint sound of the door creaking.
before you can turn around to question the sound, the bed dips in from eren’s weight.
you whip your head to face eren, who is already getting comfortable in the blanket you both share.
“eren, I thought I told you to-“
“shhh, I’m trying to sleep.” he blankly states without opening his eyes.
you stare at him unamused, eventually turning back over on your right side.
about another 30 minutes passed, your eyes are heavy, but your body won’t let you rest. this was opposite of eren, whose snoring almost felt like it was mocking you. how can he even sleep right now?
you press your lips together, contemplating getting up and finding something to do instead of sleeping. when you try to sit up, an arm wraps around your torso, preventing you from getting out of bed.
you squint at eren in confusion. is he still asleep? the moment you move again, he groans, pulling you closer to him. his breathing returns back to normal when he realizes you aren’t moving anymore.
you suppress a laugh. he won’t believe you when you tell him how clingy he gets when he’s sleeping. you don’t protest against his hold though. and within the span of a few minutes, you finally fall asleep.
Synopsis: Eren husband headcanons—specifically during the time when your baby’s learning to say their first word.
A/N: I stumbled onto baby videos (again) on tiktok because c’mon… babies are so cute. and i started watching ‘first word’ baby videos and it got me thinking about how eren would be in this scenario and honestly i only see it going two ways
credits to artist (if yk who the artist is lmk)
Eren as your husband and you both have a baby, I feel like it could go two ways with him when it comes to if the baby says mama or dada first.
Option One:
He’s going to want the baby to say “mama” because he loves you so much.
Especially if that baby is a girl he’ll definitely want her to say mama first.
Because, he has his loving wife and now his sweet little princess? Oh, he definitely wants her to say mama first.
You’re his wife, the love of his life, the woman who gave him this tiny miracle he can’t stop staring at. If your baby is a little girl, oh he’s DONE. Game over. He’s in full girl dad mode and wants her first word to be "mama" because it’ll melt his entire soul into a puddle.
He sees you holding her, rocking her, kissing her forehead and whispering “mama” to her sweet little face, and he’s in the background smiling like a lovesick idiot.
But I also have to say that if this is your first kid and it’s a boy I feel like I’m leaning more towards option two.
He loves you so much and he’d die to hear his kids say mama first.
However…
Option 2:
Listen. If this is your first kid? All bets are off. His brain is now wired for competition. He’s gunning for “dada” like it’s a fucking Olympic sport.
Or he’s going to be absolutely insanely competitive and want the baby to say dada and will literally try his worst to have the first words to be dada.
I’m talking he’s going to be screaming and running around the house like a crazy person if that baby says dada first.
You say “mama”? He’s immediately countering that with a loud, borderline aggressive “DADA!”
Every. Single. Time.
You: “Ma-Ma. Say Ma—“
Eren, from the other side of the room at full volume: “DADA! DADA, BUBBA! Come on, champ, say Da-Da!”
*cut to you rolling your eyes at your over competitive husband.*
He’ll spend hours holding your kid up like Simba just whispering “dada” over and over like some brainwashing cult leader. If he catches you whispering “mama” during bedtime stories, he’ll march in with a smug grin like:
“Oh? We doing whispering games now? Cool. Dada.”
And let’s be honest—he’s not doing it to be petty. Okay, maybe a little. But mostly? It’s about the principle.
What do you mean say mama first? Nah girl. I got you pregnant and that kids saying dada first.
“Hell no, that baby is saying dada first. I put in the work. I earned that title.”
*another cue to you smacking the back of his head for that comment.*
If the baby does say mama first? He’ll still melt, of course. He’ll pretend to pout, act betrayed, mumble something about “rigged from the start,” while elbow-deep in baby wipes.
But deep down? He’s proud. He’s in love. And yeah, you’ll catch him recording the moment and watching it on loop while pretending he’s not emotional.
i kinda wanna write a fic of eren x reader where they’re friends but have a flirty, teasing relationship and they bicker for fun and stuff. and deep down they want each other but don’t say it out loud.
then one day the group decides to book a cottage trip and then things escalate
i would probably wanna make it like a 3 or 2 part but what do you guys think? you down to read that?
1. Eren has a “Brat Punishment” routine. And it’s evil.
You spend all day poking the beast—rolling your eyes, talking back, teasing him with that smug little brat mouth like you’re untouchable. And he lets you. Just sits there, arms crossed, watching with that dark, unreadable smirk that says, “You’re gonna regret that shit later, sweetheart.”
To you, that smirk looks like one of two things: he's brushing you off—which only makes you want to piss him off more. Or... you know you're getting fucked later. Literally.
And you do. Oh, you do.
Because the second that door closes? Lights dim, tone shifts, and you’re dragged into the bedroom like the spoiled little bitch you are. Clothes gone. Attitude gone. Eren? Still fully dressed, standing over you with that wolfish glint in his eye like he’s about to ruin you for sport.
“Remember earlier? When you rolled your eyes at me and said I was whipped?"
“Yeah… let’s revisit that.”
Then you don’t talk for the next hour, because he’s got your throat, hips, and sanity in a chokehold.
Your throat’s full, your ass is in the air, and your brain’s in another dimension. He’s slapping your cunt between thrusts, spitting on it like it’s his to defile, whispering pure filth in your ear while you cry on his cock like it’s the only thing keeping you alive.
“You wanted attention? This what you wanted, princess? Begging for mercy with my cum dripping out of you like a good little cumdump?”
And every time you try to sass him? He just fucks it out of you harder. Meaner. Slower than faster, when he really wants to hear you sob.
By the time he’s done, you can’t even remember why you started bratting in the first place.
But you'll do it again tomorrow.
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2. He’s a slut for overstimulation. YOUR overstimulation.
You cum once? Cute. He counts it.
You cum twice? Now it’s a game.
By the fourth orgasm your legs are shaking and you’re sobbing. Your hands gripping the sheets so hard you think they might rip.
“Nah, sweetheart. You’re not done. You don’t get to tap out now.”
He LOVES to coo at you while you're like this. He loves to degrade you even more, knowing that he's the one who reduced you to a sobbing, shaking, oversensitive mess.
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3. Mirror sex? Mirror sex.
Because this man wants you to watch yourself fall apart.
“Look at yourself. Thought you were so big and bad earlier. Now you’re crying on my dick.”
He grips your chin, makes you hold eye contact as he fucks you from behind like he’s possessed.
“Look, baby. Look at how fucked out you are. That’s mine.”
Sometimes, just to take things up a notch, he'll tie you up facing the mirror.
Arms restrained, legs apart, and a vibrator buzzing on your clit.
How many times have you cum? You better be counting, because he is. And if you get the answer wrong, then it's only getting worse.
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4. He has the filthiest, meanest mouth during sex.
Not just dirty talk—downright disrespectful. And you love every second.
“Only thing that runs faster than your mouth is this needy little pussy. Can’t shut up, can’t stop clenching, huh?”
“You’re not in control here, princess. You never were. You're just a tight hole for me to use.”
“Say you’re sorry for being a spoiled bitch. Say it while you cum.”
You moan? He mocks it.
“Aww, you crying now? What’s wrong, baby? Can’t handle the cock you were so desperate for?”
“You act tough, but look at you now. All drooly, fucked dumb, begging for more like the cockdrunk little cumrag you are.”
He grabs your face mid-thrust, eyes locked on yours with a look that says he owns every broken breath you take.
“Open wider, brat. Don’t make me remind you what that mouth is really for.”
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5. Makes you degrade yourself
His absolute favourite game? Making you choke on your own shame while begging for more.
You’re bouncing on his cock, hands tied tight behind your back, completely at his mercy.
He’s lounging against the headboard, that wicked-ass smirk stretched across his face, voice dripping with mockery and dark hunger.
"Say it, slut. Say you're nothing but a warm hole for me to ruin whenever I want."
“Say it loud—‘I’m nothing but Eren’s filthy fucktoy, here to take whatever he wants.’”
“Beg me to remind you that you’re just a worthless little cocksleeve who exists for my pleasure. Now say it, or I’m done wasting my time on you.”
“Tell me your pussy’s so fucked out that you don’t deserve a damn thing but my spit and my name on your throat.”
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6. He makes you beg. A lot.
You try to climb on top and ride him without permission? He flips you so fast you think you blacked out.
“You ask before you get to use my cock, brat.”
He’ll tease you with the tip for minutes, just to watch you whine and wiggle.
“What do you want, slut?”
“I want you, Eren, please—”
“Nah. Say it like a good girl. Or you’re not getting shit.”
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7. He LIVES to make you cum while you’re mad at him.
You were acting like a brat all day, and now you're giving him the silent treatment after a petty argument? He takes it personally.
There's no way you're acting like that after YOU pissed him off FIRST.
Next thing you know, you’re pinned under him, wrists above your head, his knee between your legs.
“Still don't wanna talk? That's fine, baby. Stay that way."
Every time this happens you swear you've never cum harder.
But Eren doesn't make it easy for you.
You wanted to give him the silent treatment, didn't you? Well then you better shut the fuck up while he's balls deep inside of you, hitting your g-spot at every thrust.
He's not covering your mouth, no gag, not his hand- nothing. You can keep your own little mouth shut. And if you try to put your hand over your mouth, then he's just pinning them above your head.
If you make a peep he's pulling out and finishing himself off on your tits.
Whine, beg, fucking yell at him. Not his problem, you're the one who didn't want to talk to him.
But don't worry, he's still your loving man. After you whine and beg a little more, he'll come back to finish you off.
You cum hard, shaking, gasping—then he smirks and whispers,
“Still mad, baby?”
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8. You tried calling him “soft” once. Just once.
You were being a little menace. “You’re soft, Eren. I run this relationship.”
Obviously, you said that to get his reaction.
He laughs.
You don’t walk right for two days.
“Soft?” he growls in your ear, balls deep and not slowing down. “You still think I’m soft while your thighs are trembling like that?”
You never said that shit again.
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9. You don’t get to finish unless he lets you.
You ride him and try to sneak an orgasm without permission?
Big mistake.
“Oh, you thought you could just take it?”
He flips you, pulls out, and just leaves you there for a minute, crying, clenching around nothing.
“Try again, baby. This time, be a good girl and ask.”
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10. He worships the brat right out of you when he’s in the mood.
Sometimes? He’s not here to punish you. Nah—sometimes, he wants to spoil the attitude right out of you. Slowly. Deeply. Deliberately.
It’s slow strokes and filthy praise, his lips dragging along your neck as he whispers things that make your brat brain short-circuit.
“Mmm, such a spoiled little handful... but fuck, I love treating you like my favorite toy.”
He’s got one hand on your throat, the other gripping your thigh like it’s his, hips rolling into you like you’re the only thing that matters in the world.
“Yeah, that’s it. Cry for it, princess. Be my good girl now—just for me.”
And the worst part? He makes you beg to be ruined soft. Because deep down, you crave when he’s gentle enough to make it intimate, but filthy enough to make you forget your own name.
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And when he’s done, and you’re a trembling, soaked mess? He kisses your temple, strokes your hair, and murmurs, “You look cute like this. Crying, full of cum… wanna split mozzarella sticks?”
A/N: Brat tamer Eren? It’s toxic, it’s unholy, and it smells like Dior Sauvage and expensive lingerie. Nothing drives me wilder than the thought of brat tamer Eren. So let's get into it.
1. Brat behaviour turns him on. Every. Single. Time.
You whine. You pout. You roll your eyes.
His dick? Rock hard.
Not only because he finds you look stupidly cute, but because he's just thinking about all the things he can do to you later if you keep this act up, which let's be honest, you will. Just to piss him off more.
He’ll glare at you from across the room like: “You wanna test me today?”
Spoiled girls get disciplined. And by disciplined, I mean face-down, drooling on the pillow, legs shaking.
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2. He’s big. Let’s get that out of the way.
Like, pornstar big. “I need to mentally prepare” big.
And the cocky bastard knows it.
“You wanted to act grown, right? Now take it like a grown woman.”
You always beg... because he wants you to.
“Eren, slow down! Please—fuuuckk—it’s too much!…”
“It wasn’t too much when you were mouthing off ten minutes ago.”
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3. He lives to break your attitude during sex.
You get mouthy? He makes you shut up on his cock.
“Say that shit again with your mouth full, baby. C’mon.”
He'll coo at you with his hand tangled in your hair, as if you're not currently choking on his dick with your eyes tearing up.
Makes you repeat the bratty things you said earlier while he’s fucking you, just so he can ruin you right after.
“What was it you said? I’m annoying and mean? Yeah? Keep that same energy while I’m in your guts.”
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4. He ties your hands when you get too grabby.
You reach back to push him away mid-backshots? Nah. He pins you down like you owe him rent.
“Keep your hands right there, princess. Don’t act up unless you want me to take it further.”
The man is dangerously into control—especially when you’re being difficult.
Spoiled brat? Meet dom Eren with a vengeful sex drive.
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5. He loves using toys on you just to overstimulate you.
Vibrator on your clit while he’s deep in you? That's one of his favourite things.
Feeling you clench around him and squeal his name every time he turns up the vibrator, your hands gripping the sheets, and you're practically seeing stars. All while he's looking down at you with a wicked smirk.
You’re shaking and crying, and he’s whispering filth in your ear:
“Can’t handle it, brat? But you wanted attention. This is what attention looks like.”
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6. Public teasing? His specialty.
You act all sassy in public and he doesn’t forget.
He'll either wait until the both of you are back at home or if he's feeling impatient he'll find some bathroom to fuck you in. Or his car.
He’ll fucking you with your panties shoved in your mouth so nobody else hears his sweet bratty girl screaming his name.
Or if you guys are back home, he'll go feral on you literally
Grabbing you by the throat while he fucks you intro the mattress and edges you for hours.
“You embarrass me in public, I embarrass your soul in private. Fair trade, yeah?”
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7. You love pissing him off just to see what he’ll do to you.
You know EXACTLY what buttons to push.
Wearing nothing under his hoodie while he’s gaming?
Sitting on his lap and grinding just a little while saying “you’re not gonna do anything anyway”?
Next thing you know your face is in the mattress and he’s wrecking you like a man possessed.
“Say I won’t do something again. I fucking dare you.”
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8. He talks so much shit during sex.
“This what you wanted, huh? Wanted me to fuck the brat out of you? You're such a little slut."
“This pussy’s got an attitude problem. Gotta fix it, baby."
He’ll make you beg like it’s a game.
“Nah, you’re not done yet. One more. You got one more, don’t you, spoiled girl?”
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5. Aftercare is elite tho.
He may destroy you, but after? You’re in his lap, wrapped in a hoodie, hair a mess, sipping water from his hand like a princess.
“You okay, baby?” he asks while kissing your temple.
“Mhmm. My legs don’t work, but I’m great...”
He’ll stroke your hair with a shit eating smirk. “Good."
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10. But the man is stupidly in love with you.
Even when you’re a menace, even when you’re screaming his name like you’re being murdered, he's the sweetest to you afterwards.
He calls you a "troublemaker” but won’t let another soul look at you.
You're his after all. Even if you do drive him crazy sometimes.
Hey girlie it’s me again with sum thoughts on my mind 🌷🙂↔️
Hear me outtttt eren otp with his gc (armin, jean, Connie, ony etc) y/n is upset he’s not giving her any attention so she gives him the sloppiest, toe curling, soul sucking head ever, all while he’s otp trying to stop his moans and his eyes from rolling back 🫦✌🏽
my honey it’s so good to see you again and i loooove the way you think!! let’s get into it
cw include: mentions of smoking, just very detailed head, eren gets super whiny, overstimulation, not proofread sawry
“if y’all magically turned into a woman and took up stripping as a profession, what would your stage name be?”
“ . . . ”
“connie, the fuck are you goin’ on about?” eren chuckled, his tongue poking out to swipe over his lips. his brows furrowed in concentration as he finished pearling an abnormally fat blunt.
“i think id go by ‘cinnamon’ . . . s’got a nice ring to it yeah?”
“seems pretty basic, i’d go by ‘scarlet’. it’s all sexy and mysterious you know?” eren could hear jean’s voice in the other line, responding to connie. eren’s nose scrunched in a laugh, his hand blindly reaching beside him to grab a lighter.
his eyes flicked over to your bored ones when he felt the warmth of your hand against his, the lighter dangling loosing between your fingers. he raised a thick brow at you, “you good?” you puffed air through your cheeks, your arms crossing over your chest, “m’bored ren.”
“you’re always bored, baby. you wanna hit this?” he chuckled, holding the blunt in front of your face. you nodded without saying a word, deciding to turn your attention to your nintendo switch. you laid on your tummy, your feet swinging in the air as you angrily switched on animal crossing.
“brat.”
“what’d you say?”
“nothing, angel face,” eren grinned, placing the blunt between his lips. soon the bitter smell of whatever strain eren was smoking hit your nostrils. “come closer, you’re too far away,” eren mumbled, his finger poking gently against your shoulder. you side eyed him, kissing your teeth before scooting closer until your side was pressed against eren’s.
“ren, you ain’t answer the question! what would your name be?” you heard connie say, making you roll your eyes. men are so weird.
eren took a big hit of the blunt, his hand moving down to hold it in front of your lips. “mannn, i don’t know, maybe ‘emerald’ because of my eyes? this question is fuckin’ stupid.” you rolled your eyes once more, taking a small hit of the blunt.
“hit that shit harder, i know you’re mad but this is good shit and you’ll be even more mad if you missed out on a good high,” eren spoke lowly, bringing the blunt closer to your lips. fuck, he’s right.
you wrapped your lips around the end, your eyes never once leaving his. “hurry up n’ get off the phone, rennie,” you grumbled, blowing the yellow tinted smoke in his face. eren nodded, plucking the blunt from your fingers. he muttered something about getting off soon, but you knew that meant at least another fifteen minutes.
and you were right.
fifteen minutes turned into thirty, and by the time it was reaching forty minutes you were spiraling. i mean, how dare he look so good in only a wife beater and nike shorts??
“rennn—mmph!” you were cut off by eren squishing your cheeks together, his lips smushing to yours. before you could even begin to enjoy the kiss eren pulled away. “just a minute, baby. it’s been forever since we been on group call. i’ll be all yours in a few,” he whispered, giving your lips three more pecks before settling in his original spot.
your clit throbbed, your panties now feeling extra sticky against your pussy. such a simple kiss had you ready to spread your legs for him, it was ridiculous!
you sighed, nuzzling into his side. your eyes fluttered shut when you felt the tips of his fingers trace your jaw and the apples of your cheeks. “you’re beautiful,” eren whispered into the crown of your head, his hand cupping your jaw softly. you practically purred like a kitten, nuzzling your face into his touch.
you didn’t even get to respond before ony piped up, taking eren’s attention away from you once again.
“y’know, ren, i won’t have any clients until, like, five on saturday if you wanna come by. i know you been talking about adding to your sleeve.”
eren examined his forearm, as did you. goosebumps rose on the inked skin as you slowly traced your nails around it. “yeah . . . yeah, i might come by. if i do, i know exactly what i want.”
“what we talked about last time?”
eren’s glanced at you, his lips lifting into a lazy smirk. “yeah, what we talked about last time. don’t say nun about it though, it’s a surprise.” that caught your attention. you lifted your head from its comfy place in his side, “what is it?” eren gently nudged your head back into his side, his hand coming up to pat softly on your head. “you’ll see, baby.”
eren babbled on with his friends for ten more minutes, and as the minutes passed your patience grew thinner and thinner. at thissss point there was only one solution!
eren grunted in discontent when you got up, but his expression switched to amusement when you settled between his thighs, your arms folded neatly on his pelvis. you propped your chin on your arms, your doe eyes locking with his.
shit, he could feel your boobs on his dick. they felt soft, like really soft, even through the fabric of your his shirt and his shorts.
“ren! perk up your ears, connie keeps saying your name and it’s giving me a migraine.”
eren blinked hard, his eyes slowly drifting to the phone in his hands. oh, so that’s the game you were playing.
‘so spoiled,’ he thought to himself as he glared into your scarily fake innocent eyes. well this time he wasn’t going to give you that satisfaction.
“yeah m’here,” eren muttered, muting himself seconds after. he looked into your eyes, then your lips, and back into your eyes. “i know what you’re doing, and i’m not giving into it. do your worst, you won’t hear a peep outta me,” and with that eren unmuted himself, his pretty emerald eyes rolling in annoyance when he was scolded for not paying attention.
you couldn’t help but giggle into your arms, your feet kicking against the bed. you couldn’t believe that eren yeager, yes this eren yeager was telling you confidently that you wouldn’t get a reaction from him. the same eren yeager who, every time you give him head, begs oh so sweetly to cum in your mouth, pretty pink lips parted and chest heaving like he just ran a marathon. he couldn’t be serious.
‘whatever,’ you mouthed at him, your attention now focused on his lower half. you could feel him twitching between your breasts, already half hard. you pushed up his tank top, immediately pressing wet kisses all along the exposed skin. you sloppily kissed your way down his lower stomach until your lips brushed against the soft material of his shorts.
your eyes drifted to his, come to find out he was already looking at you. his expression looked bored, but his eyes said a different story. he curtly nodded his head, encouraging you to continue. you grinned, softly tugging on the waistband of his shorts. eren lifted his hips, he smirked when you pulled his shorts down, your face in a state of slight shock when you realized he was wearing just the shorts.
like you predicted, he was already more than half hard, his, soon to be leaking, tip a pretty shade of pink. you pressed soft kisses to the tan base, your tongue peeking out to sweep over his tip.
eren raised his eyebrows when you grabbed his hand. you tapped on his two fingers, silently telling him to stick them out. eren maneuvered his fingers into the form of a gun, his teeth peeking out in a grin when he realized what you were doing.
“earth to dickhead, someone’s talking to you!”
“yeah, yeah . . . i’m listenin’.”
you parted your lips, gently placing the digits on your tongue. you took your time sucking on his fingers, wetting up your mouth until the feeling of cottonmouth was gone.
eren’s abs clenched when you finally put your mouth on him again, your tongue feeling much wetter now. by now pre was started to dribble from the tip of his dick, and you were more than eager to lick it up. your soft lips wrapped around the tip, your hot tongue slowly circling around it. you did this for a few minutes before you heard a huff from above you.
you looked up through your lashes, to find eren frowning, his lips nearly pushed into a pout.
“you’re doing a terrible job of pretending to not care,” you giggled, your eyes never once leaving his as you tapped his cock against your tongue.
eren just shook his head, proceeding with his conversation on the phone. to keep from touching you he balled the sheets in his fist, the soft fabric straining against his hand whenever he squeezed at it to fight the urge away.
he blinked slowly when you finally took more of his cock into your mouth. fuck, he already wanted to get off the phone. he was losing terribly. he needed to lock in, quickly!
“eren, i’m tired of looking at your ceiling. put your damn face back in the camera!”
eren sighed when he heard connie’s agitating, grating voice lmao, but nonetheless put his face back in the frame of the camera. “why would i wanna be stuck lookin’ at y’all’s ugly mugs when i could be looking at anything else?” eren smirked, running a hand through his hair.
you couldn’t help but watch in awe as eren talked, and acted so nonchalantly while his now fully hard dick was halfway in your mouth. every now and again his stomach would clench and then unclench, but other than that he gave nothing away.
eren ‘accidentally’ lifted his hips up, slipping more of his dick into your mouth until the tip touched your throat. your eyes squeezed shut, throat tightening as you fought back a gag. you removed his cock from your mouth with a pop!
you chest heaved, drool dripping from your lips and onto his thighs. if you wanted a reaction out of eren this was unfortunately gonna have to get messy.
you eased his cock back into your mouth, lowering your head until you physically couldn’t take anymore. you felt eren’s thighs tense, his legs no so subtly shifting beneath you. your jaw relaxed, head lowering until your nose nudged against the hairs at the base of him. eren’s breath hitched, his jaw dropping the tiniest bit.
everything was muffled, the voices of his friends nothing but hums in the background of what really mattered in the moment.
“ren, where’s y/n? i gotta ask her something,” armins voice rang, breaking eren out of his trance.
without even thinking eren answered, “she’s asleep. got so bored she dozed—ack!”
eren’s phone nearly dropped out of his hands when your tongue pressed against the two, thick veins on the underside. you peered at him through your watery lashes, spit dribbling from other side of your mouth. you hollowed your cheeks, trying your absolute best to keep the noises at a minimum—it wouldn’t be very fun if the guys caught on so soon.
“the fuck was that?”
“nothing, nothing. i just got a cramp in my leg s’all.” now eren wasn’t entirely sure they believed him, but in all honesty, he really didn’t give a shit.
you cupped eren’s balls, tenderly squeezing them until he was squirming beneath you. he abruptly stopped his movements, taking a deep exhale before trying to engage in conversation with his friends once more. he couldn’t let you win, he was in too deep in whatever this little competition was now. besides the squirming, he has yet to make a sound, so in his humble ass opinion he was doing pretty well.
well, he was until you started bobbing your head and stroking him at the same time—his ultimate weakness. you let out a little squeak of surprise when eren’s leg twitched, and then moved off the bed completely, now dangling off the side.
“eren . . . you look rough as fuck and it’s making me nervous. you better not be—”
“i’m not d-doin’ anything constance, i have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“then why’re you sweating like a fuckin’ dog?”
eren was in pure disbelief to feel little dots of sweat against his forehead, his hands were also clammy as hell. “it’s hot in here. now continue with your dumbass story,” with a shaky thumb, clicked the mute button on his phone. his arm fell against the bed with a dull thud, head tipping back dramatically as he belted out a longggg, drawn out moan.
“you—you fuckin’ bitch. what the fuck,” he grit out, tatted hand gripping onto your hair with force. you moaned at the sting from your scalp, the feeling of victory washing over you. “you’re so—haaah, s-so annoying and unfair, but this fucking throat,” he thrusted wildly into your mouth, pretty green eyes rolling into the back of his head.
he looked so pretty, you loved when he got lost in pleasure like this. you were now using both hands to stroke his cock, the obscene, downright nasty sounds of you choking on his cock echoing throughout the room.
eren nearly whined when you removed your mouth, luckily your hands were still working his cock. “hang up. now.” eren had never moved quicker, grabbing his phone so quickly he nearly tossed it. he unmuted his mic,
“i gotta go, bye.”
“you’re lame as fuck eren. if you hang up don’t bother hitting us up onna game later.”
you couldn’t believe your eyes when eren actually started debating his decisions. oh absolutely not!
your lips wrapped around his dick once more, your cheeks hollowing as you sucked him off like the poor boy was a juice box. all the babbling and name calling coming his phone came to a halt, no one saying a word. eren’s head tilted back, adams apple bobbing. “i—hah, really gotta go.”
“y/n was never asleep was she.”
“no i wasn’t, gimme the damn phone,” your voice was a bit raspy, but you needed to be heard! you snatched the phone from eren’s hand, his entire arm going limp seconds afterwards. his dick twitched pathetically against his stomach, a tiny stream of pre leaking from the angry red tip.
you put your face in the frame, trying to look as serious as you could in front of the four men. “he will get back to you guys later, and you better include him in whatever stupid game you’re playing!” and with that the call finally fucking ended.
when you looked back at eren he was stroking his cock, his free hand beckoning you over to finish what you started. you settled between his legs, giggling when he made his dick jump out at you. “i hate when you do that,” you grinned, grabbing the throbbing muscle gently. you could feel saliva pooling on your tongue watching dribbles of pre leak from his tip when you squeezed it.
eren covered his face with his hands, a shiver crawling up his back. “suck it. please suck it, baby,” he panted, tatted hands slowly sliding down his face so he could watch you. his entire body felt as if it were on fire, his wife beater sticking the tiniest bit to his sweaty chest.
“ngh. yes, y-yeah just like that. just like that, just like that,” eren sounded like a broken record, completely fucked out from just your mouth. you hummed around his cock, lowering your head all the way down, your tongue peeked out to swipe over his balls and that’s what had eren’s hips jerking.
eren planted the one foot that hanging off the bed into the floor, one of his hands grabbed your hair and the other found purchase on the back of your neck—he was now in control.
he made you go slow at first, lowering your head all the way down to hear you choke before pulling you back up to the tip, your puffy lips tightening around it each time. “nasty lil thing you are,” he grunted, lifting his hips up to start a steady rhythm of thrusts. “you hear that, pretty?”
gluck ! gluck ! gluck !
“mm, love hearing you choke on my shit, especially when you’re just. beggin’. for. it.” the last four words were accompanied by four harsh thrusts. tears sprung from your eyes, dripping down your chin and onto the mess you had created around eren’s cock. you did your best to hum in agreement, because truly you were dying for it.
eren yanked your head up, your lips parted in a violent gasp, webs of spit sticking to them. you knew eren was close, and was no mood to be edged, so you began to stroke his cock, your thumb paying extra attention to his leaking tip.
“i’m about to give you m-my nut, you gonna take it baby? all down your throat?” he was borderline begging for it. you nodded eagerly and stuck out your tongue. eren groaned and pushed your head back down, his head falling against the headboard in pure ecstasy.
you felt his cock twitch violently and closed your eyes, your jaw relaxing as you swallowed each thick rope he had to offer you. you heard him mutter a few curses in german before groaning loudly. his thighs tensed as you milked him orgasm, and because it was so powerful he couldn’t help the fat, salty tears that brimmed at his lash line.
“okay . . . o-okay you can s-stop now. i need a minu—w-wait! w-wait, baby!” eren tried to push your head away, but alas, his limbs felt like jello. he propped himself up on shaky elbows, jaw dropped nearly to floor. when you deep throated him he felt as if all the air had been punched from his lungs, his head tilting back in . . . pleasure? agony? he wasn’t sure anymore.
you heard him mumble something once more in german, this time you were intrigued to know. without removing your mouth, you hummed, your bloods shot eyes looking right him. this time he said it louder followed by, “it means ‘you feel sooo fuckin’ good’.”
Summary: No matter how hard you try to stay away from Eren, he always finds a way back to you—and you always let him.
A/N: hihihiya! I hope you enjoy and if you do, please consider to like, reblog and follow :D. I’m always open to give additional headcannons on my fics, so don’t be afraid to fill up my inbox with questions or comments—I’d love to answer them! The ex!bf eren won the poll so here it is. Look forward to the jock!Eren x reader that will come out some time next week (aiming for Tuesday night). Also, thank you for all the love on “What Was Mine.” I’m super glad so many of you enjoyed it :)
Side note (read after you finish fic to avoid spoilers): I know Eren’s pretty toxic in this one (I genuinely didn’t mean to do that lol) but I promise you he gets better over time and him and reader work it out.
(Warnings are below undercut)
Warning(s): Toxic!Eren (sorry), borderline abusive relationship (Eren’s very manipulative), Violent!Eren (but not towards reader), fight scene, possessiveness, angst, jealousy from both sides, insecurity, unprotected sex (wrap your willyyy), p in v, rough sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, marking/biting, dirty talk from Eren, hair pulling, cum eating, fingering, finger sucking
Taglist❣️: @erenjaegerwifee, @m0chamami
Eren Yeager was your first love.
It started in high school, in a cramped math classroom where he took the seat beside you and, with an easy confidence, offered to help when he noticed you struggling. Numbers had always come naturally to him, while you found comfort in words. So when you walked into English class and spotted him flipping aimlessly through the pages of a novel he clearly had no interest in, it only made sense that he patted the seat beside him, smirking as if to say, your turn to return the favor.
He was charming in a way that felt easy, the kind of person who could make anyone laugh with little effort, who was liked by everyone without even trying. And he knew it. He took advantage of the way you got flustered when he leaned in too close, how your gaze would drop to your desk anytime he said something bold, teasing you just enough to make your stomach tighten in that unfamiliar, fluttering way.
At some point, he asked for your number. It started off as innocent as it could be—just conversations about homework and upcoming assignments, exchanging notes before tests. But before long, the texts became less about school and more about each other. Late-night messages filled with inside jokes, subtle flirting that you’d overanalyze before falling asleep.
Then, one day, he asked if you wanted to hang out after school. You said yes, and sitting in his car, parked in a quiet lot, he turned to you and asked you out on your first real date. From that moment on, Eren was yours, and you were his.
For three years, life was blissful.
Then, in your first year of university, something shifted. Eren changed.
The boy who had once been so easygoing, so secure, had suddenly become possessive. At first, it was subtle—an offhand remark about how a guy in your class seemed too friendly, a joke about how you were too nice for your own good. But soon, it escalated. If you had a male partner for a group project, Eren had to be present, insisting it was only to “keep an eye on things.” The first time he said that, you could only stare at him, stunned into silence.
He had never been this way before. He had never cared if you had male friends, never acted as if he didn’t trust you.
"Why would you even think that?" you had asked him, incredulous, because you had done nothing—absolutely nothing—to warrant the suspicion lacing his voice. But he brushed it off, called it a joke, even though there was nothing funny about the way he was suddenly scrutinizing your every move.
You should have left then. You should have realized that love wasn’t supposed to feel like walking on eggshells, wasn’t supposed to be a constant battle to prove your loyalty to someone who once trusted you implicitly. But the thought of leaving him was suffocating. You didn’t know how to exist in a world where he wasn’t yours, where you weren’t his. So, you bit your tongue every time he accused you of things you hadn’t done. You let it slide when he checked your phone, when he questioned why a guy had liked your photo, when he made you feel like you had to explain yourself for things that never needed an explanation before.
And you endured it all—until the night of your best friend’s birthday.
She had gone all out, booking a VIP section at one of the best clubs in the city, followed by a stay at a high-end hotel where everyone would unwind, sober up, and just enjoy each other’s company. The moment you told Eren about it, he made his stance clear—he didn’t want you to go. You weren’t surprised. You had skipped out on nearly every get-together in the past year to appease him, and on the rare occasions you did go, Eren had been right there with you, monitoring, hovering, making it painfully obvious that he didn’t like or trust your friends and your friends felt the same way about him.
They had been in your ear for months now, warning you that his behavior was concerning, that he was controlling every aspect of your life. The worst part? They weren’t wrong. You just weren’t ready to admit it yet.
So this time, you refused to back down. You had to go—if not for yourself, then at least for the people who had been patiently waiting for you to come to your senses.
Eren wasn’t happy, but there wasn’t much he could do about it. Instead, he settled for damage control, reminding you—no, demanding—that you answer every single one of his messages throughout the night and call him the second you want to go home and he’ll pick you up. Because god forbid you stay the night with your girlfriends. God forbid he didn’t have a grip on you, even for just one evening.
You smoothed your hands down the fabric of your dress, adjusting the hem before stepping out of your room. The black bodycon hugged every curve, accentuating the shape Eren had always been so possessive over. And judging by the way his eyes darkened the moment he saw you, that possessiveness was alive and well.
His gaze swept over you slowly, his jaw tightening. He didn’t say a word at first, just exhaled through his nose like he was biting his tongue. It was rare for him to hold back, but you knew exactly why he did—because if he started an argument now, there was a chance you’d walk out of this apartment and ignore his messages for the rest of the night.
And Eren couldn’t have that.
So instead of criticizing your outfit, he did what he always did. He pulled you into him, his hands trailing down your waist, pressing flush against the fabric he so clearly disapproved of. His lips ghosted over your cheek before dipping lower, warm breath fanning over the sensitive skin of your neck. Then, before you could react, he sucked at the spot beneath your jaw, just enough to leave a mark.
You let out a sharp whine, shoving at his chest. “Eren.”
He smirked, fingers tracing over the faint bruise he’d left behind like a signature. “M’sorry, baby,” he murmured, though he sounded anything but apologetic. “You just look so good. Smell good, too.”
You sighed, shaking your head. You knew what he was doing. He’d played this game before, trying to soften you up with kisses and sweet words, hoping you’d decide to stay in instead. But tonight, you weren’t falling for it.
“Come on, ‘ren,” you said, stepping back before he could try again. “I’m gonna be late.”
The corner of his mouth twitched downward, a heavy exhale slipping past his lips. He looked like he wanted to argue, but he must’ve realized it was pointless. Without another word, he grabbed his keys and his jacket, leading you out to the car.
The drive to the club was quiet. His hand rested on your thigh like it always did, but there was a stiffness to his touch, like he was holding something back. When he pulled up to the entrance, he reached for his phone and sent you a notification.
“There. Sent you money for drinks,” he said, his voice low. “Text me if you need anything. Call me when you leave.”
You glanced at your phone before looking back at him. His green eyes locked onto yours, intense and expectant, waiting for you to promise you’d do exactly as he asked.
You leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. “Thanks, ‘ren. I’ll see you later.”
He didn’t look satisfied, but he let you go, watching as you stepped out of the car and made your way toward the entrance.
Inside, the club was already packed. Music thrummed through the walls, shaking the floor beneath your heels as you moved through the crowd. Your friends spotted you before you even had a chance to search for them, waving you over with excited grins.
The night started exactly as planned—shots, music, laughter, all of it. You danced with your girlfriends in the middle of the club, letting loose, letting the alcohol warm your veins and wash away the stress. A few guys—friends of your friends from university—joined in, pairing off with the girls around you. You weren’t interested, content just dancing with them, but then—
You felt hands wrap around your waist.
You stiffened immediately, your body reacting before your mind could catch up. The touch was unwelcome, unfamiliar, and when you tried to pull away, the grip only tightened. The man behind you was drunk—too drunk to register your discomfort, too drunk to listen to your protests. You shoved at his arms, twisting in his grip. “Hey—let go.”
He didn’t.
Instead, he chuckled, slurring something incoherent into your ear as he held on tighter. Eventually, you stomped on his foot hard enough with your heel that he let go, but the damage had already been done.
Somewhere in the crowd, a camera was on.
You didn’t know who recorded it, didn’t know how it got out so fast, but somehow, the video landed in front of Eren. Some guy—one of the ones dancing with your friends—had been filming his own night, oblivious to what he was capturing in the background: you, struggling against a man who wouldn’t take no for an answer.
Eren follows that guy and by chance, viewed his story. And he saw everything.
By the time you finally ripped yourself from the stranger’s grip and rushed back to the VIP room, dragging your friends with you, your phone was already blowing up with notifications. Call after call. Message after message.
What the fuck?
Who the fuck was that?
Pick up the damn phone.
Answer me.
Your stomach churned. You sat down, fingers flying across your screen as you started typing an explanation, but no response. You sat on the couch, in distress. Your friends pried, asking what was wrong, but you played it off, painting a smile on your face. “Nothing! I’m just a little overwhelmed from all the drinks and dancing. You guys should get some more drinks, I’ll join you in a bit.”
The girls nod and make their way back to the bar. The moment the last girl leaves, your attention is back on your phone. 16 minutes have passed and still no response. You chew at your lip. You knew it was only a matter of time before his face appeared here.
And you were right.
The door to the VIP room slammed open.
Eren stormed in, his eyes locking onto yours. They were sharp, furious, burning with an intensity that made your breath hitch. You stand up to explain yourself, praying to get an explanation in before he rains hell on you.
“Eren, I didn’t—”
“Save it,” he cut you off, voice low, edged with something dangerous. “I don’t wanna fucking hear it.”
He didn’t give you a chance to argue, didn’t wait for an explanation. He grabbed your wrist and pulled you, dragging you through the club. You followed, chest tight with unease, because you knew—knew the second you got in the car, he was going to explode.
But the universe had other plans.
Before you could reach the exit, a body stumbled into Eren’s path, swaying with the weight of too much alcohol and poor decisions.
It was him.
The same guy from before. The same hands that had grabbed at you, the same slurred voice that had whispered too close to your ear. His eyes were glazed over, unfocused, but the smirk he wore was clear as day. He was saying something, words too muddled to make out over the bass of the music, but whatever it was—Eren understood. His shoulders tensed, jaw locking so tightly it looked like it might snap. You barely had time to react, to process the moment, before—
Crack.
The first punch landed so fast, so brutally, you almost didn’t register what had happened. The guy’s head snapped to the side, his body crumbling beneath the force of Eren’s knuckles meeting his jaw. A choked grunt left his lips as he staggered back, crashing into a nearby table, sending glasses and bottles tumbling to the floor in a shatter of glass and spilled liquor.
Gasps rippled through the club. The air shifted, charged with electricity, the weight of too many eyes turning to watch the scene unfold.
But Eren wasn’t finished.
He was on him before the guy could even think about recovering. Grabbing the front of his shirt, he yanked him forward, then sent another devastating punch across his face, knuckles colliding with bone. The guy groaned, his head snapping back with the impact, but Eren didn’t stop. His rage was relentless, a force of nature that had no intention of slowing down.
Another punch. Then another.
The force of each hit sent dull, sickening thuds reverberating through the air. Blood smeared across Eren’s knuckles, staining his skin as his breathing grew heavier, more ragged.
“Eren,” you gasped, reaching out instinctively, but he wasn’t listening.
He couldn’t hear anything over the white-hot fury roaring in his ears.
The guy was barely putting up a fight, too drunk and dazed to do anything but weakly raise his hands in a feeble attempt to block the blows. But Eren didn’t care. He just kept going, pinning him to the floor with his weight, his fist drawing back once more—
Until strong arms wrapped around him from behind. The bouncer.
It took everything in him to haul Eren off, muscles straining as he pried him away from the bloodied, barely conscious man beneath him.
“Enough, man! That’s enough!” the bouncer barked, struggling to keep a firm hold as Eren thrashed against his grip.
The guy’s friends rushed to his side, helping him up, but he could barely stand, his legs wobbling beneath him as he slumped into their arms. Blood dripped from his nose, from the corner of his mouth, smearing across his cheek in messy streaks.
You swallow hard, the weight of a hundred eyes pressing into your back as you force your legs to move. Shame coils in your stomach, heavy and suffocating, burning hotter with every step you take toward the exit. You don’t need to turn around to know your friends are still watching—silent, wide-eyed, exchanging looks you can’t bring yourself to decipher.
You just keep walking, head low, body tense, each step dragging under the weight of everything that just happened. The pulsing beat of the club feels like it’s mocking you now, a steady thrum against your ribs as you push past the crowd, past the mess Eren left behind, past the whispers and the stares. The moment you step outside, the cool night air hits you like a slap to the face.
Eren stands a few feet away, back against the wall, shoulders still rising and falling with the remnants of adrenaline surging through his veins. The bouncer is in front of him, speaking low, one hand raised in an attempt to keep him grounded, to keep him from snapping again.
Eren doesn’t look like he’s listening.
His hands are still clenched at his sides, blood smeared across his knuckles, a muscle ticking in his jaw. He’s seething, barely restrained, like a live wire just waiting to spark. You hesitate for a second, nerves twisting in your gut, but then you take a deep breath and step forward. The gravel crunches beneath your heels, and at the sound, Eren’s head snaps up.
His eyes find yours instantly.
And just like that, the bouncer’s words fade into the background. Whatever thin thread of patience was keeping Eren in place? Gone.
He pushes off the wall, rising to his full height, and you swear the air shifts. The tension is palpable, thick and suffocating as he takes a step toward you. His expression is unreadable—stormy, dangerous, still brimming with barely restrained fury.
You open your mouth, not even sure what you’re going to say, but you don’t get the chance to speak.
“Let’s go.”
His voice is rough, tight, leaving no room for argument. There’s no question of whether or not you’ll follow him. It’s a command, plain and simple.
Then he turns, not waiting for a response, and starts walking toward the car—expecting you to do the only thing you can.
Follow.
But you don’t.
Not after what you just saw.
Your body refuses to obey, frozen in place as a cold, creeping realization sinks into your bones. Eren takes a few more steps, fully expecting you to fall in line like you always do—but when he doesn’t hear the familiar rhythm of your heels clicking against the pavement behind him, he stops.
Slowly, he turns, and that’s when he sees it.
The look in your eyes.
It’s not anger. It’s not disappointment. It’s something far worse.
Fear.
His chest tightens, the breath leaving his lungs in a slow, staggering exhale.
Eren’s seen you upset before. He’s seen you roll your eyes at him, huff in frustration when he’s being stubborn, even cry when things got too overwhelming. But never—not once—has he seen you look at him like this. Like you don’t recognize him. Like you’re not sure if it’s safe to be near him.
A sharp, ugly pang of regret twists in his gut. His fingers flex at his sides, still smeared with the remnants of his outburst. He doesn’t even remember throwing that first punch—doesn’t remember the decision, just the impact, just the raw, unchecked fury that swallowed him whole the second he saw that guy put his hands on you.
This wasn’t supposed to happen.
The club doors swing open behind you, breaking the suffocating silence.
“Don’t.”
Your friend’s voice is sharp with concern, and then she’s right there beside you, eyes scanning your face before snapping to Eren. Her grip on your arm tightens slightly, grounding you.
“She’s not going with you,” she says firmly, her tone leaving no room for argument.
Eren’s jaw tenses. His shoulders rise and fall with a deep breath, but he doesn’t respond. He doesn’t look at her. He only looks at you.
Waiting. Pleading. Silently praying for you to tell her she’s wrong. That you’re still his. That you’re coming home with him.
Your friend gently pulls you closer, lowering her voice as she leans in. “Stay with us. Stay with me,” she urges. “You know you’re more than welcome to.”
You hesitate, one last glance at Eren, but the answer is already clear. You nod.
That’s all it takes.
Your other friends begin trickling out of the club, surrounding you in a quiet show of support. And Eren—Eren just stands there, watching it all unfold. Watching as you choose to stay. Watching as the space between you stretches wider and wider, until it feels impossible to cross.
Your heart pounds against your ribs, and for the first time tonight, you feel the weight of everything settle over you. You don’t want to get in that car. You don’t want to sit in silence while he stews in his anger. You don’t want to go home with a version of Eren you don’t recognize.
Something in Eren’s face cracks. It’s small, barely noticeable to anyone else, but you see it. You see the way his brows pinch together, the brief flicker of pain behind his eyes before he locks it all away.
Eren exhales through his nose, dragging a hand down his face. He nods once, more to himself than anyone else.
And then, without another word, he turns and walks away.
You don’t watch him go. You can’t.
Because deep down, you know.
That was the end of you and Eren.
—
The first month without Eren felt like a drug withdrawal.
Your friends had to step in, blocking his number on your phone because they knew you wouldn’t. They were the ones who went back to your shared apartment, packing up your things and returning them to you in silent understanding—because if it had been up to you, you would have walked through that door and never left.
You weren’t strong enough to face him. To see the place where your life with him once existed.
So you let them handle it.
And in the weeks that followed, it felt like you cried enough tears to drown in.
Everything felt hollow. Your bed, too big. Your room, too quiet. Your days, a haze of exhaustion that you couldn’t shake, no matter how much sleep you got—though sleep rarely came easy. Your body ached for something familiar, something warm, something safe. But the only thing that had ever felt like home was the very thing you had to stay away from.
Eren.
Your friends were your lifeline, your anchor in the storm that threatened to pull you under. They kept you moving, kept you functioning. They took turns staying over, making sure you ate, helping you through assignments when even the simplest tasks felt impossible. They covered for you in class, took notes, did everything they could to make sure you didn’t fall apart completely.
Because you couldn’t face campus.
Not when you knew he was there.
So you hid.
You spent hours in the library, surrounded by books, teaching yourself the material from the safety of quiet corners where you knew he wouldn’t find you. Where no one would look at you with pity or whisper about what happened. Where you could pretend, just for a little while, that you were fine.
But the second month was different.
The second month, you forced yourself to return to class.
And the very first lecture you walked into—he was there.
Your heart lurched before you could stop it, the reaction so deeply ingrained that it disgusted you. Because even after everything, even after what he did, some part of you still longed for him.
But you didn’t let yourself look at him.
You didn’t need to.
You felt his eyes on you the second you walked through the door.
He was waiting for you.
You knew it before you even sat down. Before you even heard from your friends that he had been asking about you. That he had been the one sending them notes, making sure you didn’t fall behind. That he had been looking for you, searching for any trace of you on campus.
You didn’t know any of that then.
All you knew was that you couldn’t give him the satisfaction of acknowledging him.
So you took a seat on the opposite side of the lecture hall, your posture rigid, your focus locked on the professor, even as you felt the weight of his stare.
Unfortunately, avoiding him wasn’t as easy as you hoped. You had chosen your classes together, planned your schedules to align—because, back then, you had never considered a world where you wouldn’t be by each other’s side.
And now, you were paying the price.
He was in most of your classes. Which meant he was always there. Always watching.
Never approaching.
Just watching.
Sometimes he would get distracted, pulled into conversation with his friends, and you would take the opportunity to slip out unnoticed. But most of the time, you had to move. Had to find new places to sit, new spots to claim as your own. Because he had taken over the one you used to share, as if holding onto it would somehow bring you back.
But it never did. Because you knew better now.
You reminded yourself every single day that Eren was bad for you. That you left for a reason. That no matter how much you missed him, no matter how much his absence burned, going back would only mean getting hurt all over again.
And you wouldn’t survive it a second time.
By the third month, you were starting to feel like yourself again.
The ache in your chest was still there, but it was duller now—less consuming. There were even days when Eren didn’t cross your mind at all. Small, fleeting moments where you were too busy laughing with friends, too immersed in your coursework, too wrapped up in your own life to remember the ghost of what used to be.
You had caught up with all your class material, no longer drowning under the weight of everything you had missed. You even started going out again, slowly reclaiming the pieces of yourself you had lost along the way.
But parties were different.
Parties meant a high probability of running into him.
And you weren’t sure you were ready for that.
The first time your friends convinced you to go out, you had braced yourself for it—for the possibility of seeing him across the room, for the way it might send you spiraling. But he wasn’t there. Or if he was, he stayed buried in the crowd, out of your sight, allowing you to actually enjoy yourself for the first time in months.
You had smiled that night. Laughed. Felt alive in a way you hadn’t in so long that your friends took notice.
Which was exactly how you ended up here.
“I don’t know… I really don’t wanna go,” you sigh, flopping onto your bed as your best friend digs through your closet. “He’s going to be there. I know it.”
She rolls her eyes, unfazed. “And? You can’t let Eren stop you from living your life.” She turns, leveling you with a look. “You’re bound to see him at graduation. What, are you gonna skip that too just because he’ll be there?”
You glare. She has a point, but you don’t want to admit it.
“I just don’t see why we have to go to this party,” you argue, grasping at straws. “It’s a frat party for the football team’s season finale win. Eren is the quarterback. That’s literally his event.”
“Which is exactly why you should go,” she counters. “Show him you don’t care. Show him you’ve moved on.”
You scoff, unconvinced.
She sighs, dramatic and exasperated. “Besides,” she says, wiggling her eyebrows, “that cute guy from Kirstein’s party—Porco, right?—he’s gonna be there. Maybe you two can finally hit it off.”
Your stomach twists, and you don’t know if it’s from nerves or uncertainty.
You hesitate.
Because deep down, you know she’s right.
You’ve spent the last three months avoiding Eren, avoiding anything that might put you in his orbit again. But that fear has kept you from actually living, from moving forward, from proving to yourself that you can be okay without him.
And you want to be okay.
So you exhale, pushing past the doubts clawing at the back of your mind.
“Fine,” you mutter, crossing your arms. “But if it sucks, I’m leaving early.”
Your best friend grins, victorious. “Deal.”
—
You step into the crowded frat house, the noise and chaos of the party immediately hitting you. The sharp stench of alcohol, weed, and sweat clings to the air, mixing with the heavy bass of the music that rattles the walls. It’s so loud, your ears ache, and the vibrations almost drown out your own thoughts. People are packed into every corner, some stumbling around in drunken oblivion, others caught up in their own heated conversations, laughing and shouting to be heard.
Your friends immediately vanish into the mass of bodies, their laughter and voices lost in the tide of noise. You can barely catch a glimpse of their heads as they weave through the crowd. You sigh, already feeling the weight of isolation. You should’ve pregamed, should’ve had a drink or two to take the edge off, but you figured you’d be alright. Now you curse to yourself.
The feeling of being an outsider gnaws at you as you weave your way toward the back of the house, looking for some reprieve from the madness. The music seems slightly quieter in the corner, the people fewer and farther between. You make your way to the counter, pouring yourself a crappy, sour concoction. It’s just something to occupy your hands, something to take your mind off the fact that you're surrounded by a sea of people, yet feel utterly alone.
You lean against the counter awkwardly, your fingers tapping the rim of your cup as you survey the scene. The longer you stand there, the more you realize how much you wish you didn’t feel so out of place. It’s supposed to be fun, right? You’re supposed to be enjoying yourself, yet all you can think about is what’s happening on the other side of the room.
And then you see him.
Your breath catches in your throat, and your heart skips a beat. His green eyes find yours almost immediately, locking with yours from across the room, and for a moment, the noise of the party seems to fade. It’s just you and him, that intense, familiar gaze burning into you. Your stomach flutters, your pulse quickening as you instinctively look away, embarrassed by the sheer weight of his stare. But even as you force yourself to focus on anything but him, your brain locks the image of him in that moment in a way that feels almost intrusive. You can’t unsee it.
There he is, sitting on a couch, looking effortlessly handsome as always. His friends are scattered around him, but it’s the girls that draw your attention. They’re all over him, leaning into him, touching his arm or laughing too loudly at everything he says. Their eyes are bright, eager, like they’re competing for his attention. The sight makes your chest tighten in an unfamiliar, raw way. You hate it. You hate how your stomach twists in jealousy, how your pulse spikes as you watch them cling to him, as if they’re the ones who belong there, the ones who get to be close to him.
It’s ridiculous.
You have no right to feel this way, but there it is. The jealousy. The sharp, bitter ache in your chest.
Eren, oblivious or maybe not, remains relaxed, his attention still half on the crowd and half on whatever conversation his friends are having. A beer bottle rests lazily in his hand, and yet you can’t help but feel that he’s watching you too. Noticing you. It’s like he’s waiting for you to react, to do something, anything, just so he can watch you squirm.
So, you decide to play his game. If he’s having fun, then why shouldn’t you? The burn of his gaze on your back is unbearable, but you’re not about to let it control you. You clutch your drink a little too tightly and step toward the nearest guy—a random face you don’t even recognize. Without hesitating, you drag him to the dance floor, your body moving to the beat of the music as it blares in your ears.
The guy seems more than happy to comply, his hands moving almost immediately to your waist as you both start dancing. You can feel his eyes on you, a heat that sears through the crowd, but you refuse to give in. You tilt your head back, letting out a laugh at whatever nonsense the guy is saying, letting the music drown out the weight of Eren’s presence. You want him to see. You want him to feel the sting of watching you, of knowing he has no claim on you anymore.
The night carries on, and so does the game. You're all over the place, hopping from one group to the next—dancing with the guy, laughing with your friends, joining in on a game of beer pong. You’re doing everything you can to avoid Eren. When you make your way down to the basement for beer pong, you know before even turning around that he’s there. Right behind you, close enough that you catch the faintest trace of his cologne beneath the scent of alcohol and sweat. And because he’s there, so is everyone else. A crowd follows, drawn in by him like gravity, but you don’t care.
You don’t acknowledge him. You don’t spare him even a glance. Instead, you make it your mission to rub it in his face.
Beer pong used to be your thing. You and Eren were practically unbeatable. But tonight, you’re not teaming up with him. You find a random guy and start the game with him, your laughter filling the air as you take your shots. The game ends, and you lose—your partner was terrible, after all. But it didn’t matter because you were having fun.
Even though the guy was terrible at beer pong and completely clueless, there was something undeniably cute about him. You couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes lingered on you, like he was captivated, and the more you chatted, the more it seemed like he was genuinely into you. Honestly, it wasn’t the worst thing. He was easy to talk to, lighthearted, and in the moment, you found yourself enjoying the attention.
You stepped outside for a break, finding a chair near the backyard to cool off. The chill air did wonders against the heat of the party, and for a brief moment, you let yourself enjoy the solitude.
Of course, the rando followed. He sat down beside you, leaning back casually, his presence comfortable in a way that didn’t feel forced. You had a casual conversation—mostly about the party, how much fun you were having—but you could tell where this was going. His eyes had a certain gleam, the kind that made your stomach flip with unease but also something else—something more promiscuous.
Then, just as you were about to stand and go back inside, he leaned in closer, his voice low and smooth as he whispered, “Wanna get out of here?”
You almost said yes. Almost.
But before you could respond, a strong hand wrapped around your arm and yanked you to your feet. The sudden force took you off guard, your body jerked backward, and you barely had time to blink before you were being dragged back into the house. You glanced up, heart sinking, and sure enough, it was Eren. His grip tightened around your arm, pulling you through the crowd like you didn’t have a say in the matter.
You tried to break free, your heels digging into the floor, but it was useless—Eren’s hold was ironclad. He didn’t give you a chance to fight back, leading you down the hall toward the laundry room. The door creaked as he shoved it open, the dim light flickering above. Without a word, he stepped inside and pulled you after him, letting the door fall shut behind you with a quiet thud.
Your heart skipped, irritation flooding your chest as you pulled against him. “What the fuck is your problem?” you snapped, voice trembling with a mix of anger and confusion.
He didn’t even flinch. He stepped closer, his presence looming over you, dominating. His jaw was tight, clenched in frustration, eyes darker than you’d ever seen. You could practically feel the heat radiating off him.
"You are my fucking problem," he growled, his voice like gravel, rough and unforgiving.
The air between you two thickened, suffocating. He was close—way too close—his chest brushing yours, his breath heavy with alcohol and desperation. The faint scent of his cologne lingered in the space between you, and it hit you harder than you expected. You tried to ignore it, but it made your heart race.
He stepped forward, his eyes narrowing as his voice dropped lower. "You really thought I was gonna let you leave with some random asshole?"
You recoiled, your chest tightening with frustration. You fought the urge to push him away, the words already on the tip of your tongue. "It’s none of your business, Eren," you snapped, your own voice shaking with a mixture of defiance and frustration.
Eren’s lips curled into a humorless smile, but the anger in his eyes was sharper than ever. “The fuck it isn’t,” he spat, his voice filled with venom.
Your chest rises and falls as you try to steady your breathing, but it's impossible with Eren this close, the heat of his body searing through the tiny space between you. His jaw is clenched, eyes burning with something between anger and desperation.
"You don’t get it, do you?" Your voice shakes as you step back, putting distance between you. "You’re bad for me, Eren. You always have been."
His jaw tenses, hands balling into fists at his sides. "And you think you’re any fucking better for me?" He takes a step closer, eyes locked onto yours. "You think I don’t know how much we fuck each other up?"
"Then why do you keep coming back?" you demand, voice cracking despite your best efforts. "Why can’t you just let me go?"
Eren exhales sharply through his nose, a bitter smile tugging at his lips. "You think I haven’t tried?" His voice is rough, wrecked. "I’ve done everything I fucking can to move on. To stop thinking about you." His hands twitch like he wants to grab you, but he forces them to stay at his sides. "But every time I try, I just end up right back here. Right back to you."
Your throat tightens, and you shake your head. "This isn’t love, Eren. It’s just something we don’t know how to quit."
He exhales sharply, jaw clenching. "Maybe I don’t want to quit." His voice is rough, ragged. "Maybe I’d rather ruin myself than live a life without you."
His words slam into you like a wrecking ball, knocking the breath from your lungs. Your mind screams at you to walk away, to end this now, but your heart betrays you. You don’t move when he presses closer, don’t push him away when his fingers finally brush against your skin.
"Tell me to leave," he breathes, lips ghosting over your jaw. "Tell me you don’t want this, and I swear to god, I’ll walk out that door and never look back."
But you don’t say a word. Because you can’t. Because you do want this.
Eren sees the answer in your silence before you do. A dark smirk ghosts over his lips, a glint of triumph flashing in those wild green eyes. "That’s what I thought."
His lips are on you before you can protest, his hands gripping your waist, pulling you flush against him. The second you kiss him back, it’s over. The tension, the months of pent-up frustration, the unbearable need—you both snap. Months of anger, heartbreak—it all ignites in a way that’s so ferocious, so consuming, that your knees nearly buckle beneath you.
His hands are everywhere—gripping your waist, sliding up your sides, pulling you impossibly close until there’s not even an inch of space between you. You’re supposed to shove him away. You’re supposed to hate him. But when his hands slip down, fingers digging into your thighs, lifting you onto the edge of the dryer, you don’t protest. You can’t.
“Fuck, I missed this,” he breathes against your lips, his voice rough, desperate. His hands tighten around your thighs, spreading them so he can step between them, pressing himself against you. “Missed you.”
Your fingers tangle in his hair, yanking him back up so you can crash your lips onto his again, swallowing the low groan he lets out as you roll your hips against him. His grip tightens—possessive, desperate—as he presses you harder against the cool metal, his body heat swallowing you whole.
“This whole time,” he mutters against your lips, voice low and wrecked, “you’ve been acting like you can move on, like you’re fucking over me.” His fingers dig into your hips, keeping you right where he wants you. “But I see you, baby. You burn for me just as much as I burn for you.”
You hate how true it is. Hate how easily he reads you.
His hands slide up your thighs, bunching up your dress, fingers teasing along the bare skin underneath. His lips are everywhere—trailing down your neck, over your collarbone, his breath hot and heavy against your skin.
“Tell me to stop,” he murmurs, his voice all smooth arrogance, all cocky challenge as he drags his lips back up to your ear. “Go ahead. Push me away. Walk out that door.”
Your breathing is ragged, your fingers curling around the fabric of his shirt like it’s the only thing keeping you upright. You should push him away. You should leave.
But instead, you whisper, “I hate you.”
Eren smirks. “Liar.”
Then his hands are on you again, and this time, there’s no stopping it.
“Eren—” you whimper.
“Shh.” His teeth graze the side of your throat, nipping at your skin before soothing it with his tongue. His breath is hot against your ear, sending a violent shiver down your spine. “You can pretend all you want, but I know you, baby.” His hands slide higher, thumbs brushing over sensitive skin, making your breath hitch. “I know you still belong to me.”
Your nails dig into his shoulders as he presses his body against yours, hips rolling forward in a slow, deliberate grind. The hard press of him makes your breath stutter, makes heat coil deep in your stomach. You arch into him as he sucks a mark onto your skin, claiming you in a way that makes your head spin.
“You gonna keep lying to me, baby?” Eren mutters, voice thick with amusement. His fingers trace slow, lazy circles over your thighs, his movements teasing, controlled.
You open your mouth to snap at him, to tell him to shut up, to stop playing games—but before you can, he grabs the thin fabric of your dress and rips. The sound of tearing cloth barely registers before his hands are on you, gripping your breast, his mouth attaching to your sensitive tit.
You gasp, fingers curling into his shoulders, legs wrapping around his waist, bringing him impossibly closer. He rolls his hips into yours, pressing the full length of himself against you, a broken whimper slips past your lips.
"Feel that?" he breathes, voice thick with need. "All for you, baby."
Then his fingers finally move between your legs, brushing over your thin, damp fabric keeping him from what he really wants. His smirk deepens. "Tell me what you want. Beg for it."
Your breath stutters. He’s playing with you, dragging this out just to watch you fall apart. You hate him. You hate how good he is at this—how he knows exactly what to say, exactly how to touch you to make you melt.
But you’re not giving in that easily.
“Fuck you,” you snap, but it comes out shaky, breathless—less of a threat and more of a plea.
Eren grins, like he’s thriving off your frustration, like it only makes this better for him.
“Oh, you will,” he purrs, dragging his lips down your jaw, your throat, sucking another mark onto your skin like he wants it tattooed there. His teeth graze your pulse, and you can’t stop the way your body jerks toward him.
“Fuck,” he groans, pressing his forehead against yours for just a second, his grip tightening. “Look at you.” His fingers press against the wet spot, slow and teasing, and you whimper. His favorite sound. “So fucking wet for me, and you wanna sit here and tell me you hate me?”
You bite your lip hard, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a response.
But then he hooks a finger under the waistband of your panties, pulling it down, and fuck—
“You’re soaked, baby,” Eren moans like it’s the hottest thing he’s ever seen, his head tipping back, his fingers barely dipping into your heat. “God, I fucking knew it.”
Your body betrays you, bucking against his hand, and Eren laughs.
“There she is,” he murmurs, lips brushing against your ear as he slowly, slowly drags his fingers up your slick folds. “Knew you’d stop pretending eventually.”
You should tell him to shut up. You should shove him away.
But when two fingers slip inside you, curling just right, pressing against that spot that makes you see stars–
All you can do is moan his name.
And Eren loses it.
“Fuck, baby,” he groans, lips crashing into yours again, swallowing every sound you make. His fingers fuck into you, deep and slow, his palm rubbing against your clit just enough to make you tremble. Your hands claw at his shoulders, your head falling back against the dryer as he works you open, stretching you out with his fingers, his mouth kissing your pretty titties before trailing down to your belly button. You’re falling apart, barely holding on, your whole body trembling, burning.
And Eren knows it. Feels it.
“That’s right, baby,” he whispers, voice thick, lips dragging back up so he can see your face as his fingers fuck into you harder, deeper. “Cum for me.”
And you do.
Your body shatters, waves of pleasure crashing over you so violently you think you might black out. Eren groans as you clench around his fingers, watching every second of it with hooded, hungry eyes, like he’s memorizing the way you come undone for him.
“Fuck, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he breathes, his free hand cupping your jaw, forcing you to look at him as he drags you through it, fucking you with his fingers until you’re shaking, whimpering, completely wrecked.
Then—without breaking eye contact—he pulls his fingers out, glistening with your release, and licks them clean.
Your whole body burns at the sight.
Eren groans, closing his eyes briefly before he looks at you again, smirking. “Goddamn. You taste even better than I remember.”
You’re still gasping for air when his hands grab your thighs, pulling you flush against him again.
“My turn, baby,” he murmurs, his voice thick with need. He grinds against you, and fuck—he’s so hard it makes your mouth go dry. “This is what you do to me.”
Your head is still spinning, but when you feel him reach for his belt, your heart beats faster. Eren’s belt hits the floor and your whole body tenses, every nerve ending on fire. Your thighs are still shaking from your last orgasm, but Eren—cocky and relentless—grins down at you like he’s just getting started.
“We both know you’re not leaving until I’ve fucked you so good you forget why you left me in the first place.”
You don’t get a chance to argue because suddenly his hands are gripping your thighs, yanking you to the edge of the dryer, forcing your legs wide open. And then—fuck—he’s pushing inside, and your brain short-circuits.
You can’t think. You can’t breathe. You can’t do anything but gasp as Eren buries himself inside you, slow and deep, stretching you in a way that has your head tipping back, your fingers clawing at his shoulders.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Eren groans, his forehead dropping to yours, his hands digging into your waist like he’s losing his mind. “Still so fucking tight.” Your breath stutters. Your legs tremble. And then Eren pulls out just to slam back in, knocking the air straight from your lungs.
Your nails dig into his skin, and Eren grins like he loves it. “Yeah? Feels good?” he pants, dragging his lips down your throat, sucking another mark into your skin. “Tell me, baby.” You can’t form words. Can’t do anything but whimper, moan, cling to him like you’ll fall apart if he stops.
Eren fucking thrives off it.
“C’mon, use that pretty mouth, sweetheart,” he taunts, rolling his hips in a way that has your whole body convulsing. “Tell me how much you fucking love this.”
You want to fight it. You want to bite back.
But then he grinds deep, his fingers brutal on your thighs, and—fuck—you break.
“So fucking good,” you gasp, damn near crying as your head tips back, giving yourself over to him completely. “Eren, please.”
Eren’s groan is animalistic, his grip tightening as he picks up the pace, snapping his hips into you over and over, fucking you so deep you see white. “Yeah? Missed this cock that much?” he growls, his teeth grazing your ear, his breath hot against your skin. “Missed me that much?”
Your whole body shudders because—fuck—you did. You hate how much you did. Eren knows.
“That’s what I thought,” he murmurs, grabbing your jaw, forcing your teary, fucked-out gaze on him. “You can’t stay away from me, baby. You never could.”
His thumb brushes your lips, and without thinking, you part them, sucking it into your mouth, letting your tongue flick over the tip. Eren’s breath stutters. “Fuck,” he chokes out, his body trembling against yours as he watches you. “You’re gonna fucking kill me.”
You smirk, flicking your tongue against his thumb again, and Eren snaps. His pace turns brutal, desperate, unhinged, his grip bruising as he drives himself deeper, harder, faster, like he’s trying to ruin you. Like he’s trying to make sure you never forget who you belong to.
“Not letting you go again,” he pants against your lips, each word punctuated by a sharp, punishing thrust. “Not fucking happening.” The dryer beneath you shakes, slamming against the wall by the force of his thrusts. You break around him, legs trembling, body shaking, a sob of pleasure ripping from your throat.
Eren follows seconds later, burying himself as deep as he can groaning, “fuck, m’gonna breed this fucking pussy. Make you all round and full with my kid. Bet you’d fucking love that shit.” He bites down on your ear, his whole body tensing as he spills inside you.
And even then, even when he’s breathless and spent, he doesn’t let go.
His arms stay wrapped around you, his lips press against your forehead, his breath warm and heavy against your skin.
“You’re mine,” he whispers, softer now, rough fingers tracing lazy patterns into your back. “Always have been.” And this time, you don’t argue. Because fuck, you know it’s true.
You look up at him, wrapping your arms around his neck, and for a brief moment, you let yourself savor the feeling of being close to him again. But that moment is short lived. His mouth crashes onto yours once more, swallowing any protest, any resistance. You whine against him, the sensitivity of your body only driving him further.
Without warning, he thrusts back into you—hard, deep—your gasp echoing through the room. Your nails dig into his back, and his body presses against yours, moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm, as if savoring every inch of you. You can feel the muscle in his body, each movement setting fire to your senses.
The stretch is almost too much, overwhelming in the best way, and you can't help but chant his name, your body trembling beneath him. It feels like too much, but at the same time, you crave more. God, the way he makes you feel, you can’t fucking deny it anymore.
Eren pulls back for a second, his breathing ragged, and looks at you, his eyes filled with hunger. “Say it. Say you need me, say you fucking belong to me.” His voice is rough, almost begging, but not quite. It’s a demand wrapped in raw desire.
“I need you,” you gasp, your head thrown back, lost in the feel of him inside you, his cock hitting all the right spots. “I belong to you.” The words come out in a breathless rush, and it feels like every part of you is finally breaking apart—letting go.
His grin is triumphant, dark, like he’s just won something, but he doesn’t slow down. No, he’s persistent. His thrusts are harder, faster, making your body jerk against the dryer, the sound of skin meeting skin echoing in the confined space of the laundry room.
“You’ll never get away from me again,” Eren growls, his grip tightening on your thighs, pushing you up against him harder. “I’m not letting you leave. Not this time.”
You can’t answer. The words are lost in the swirl of sensations, the overwhelming pleasure coursing through you. But when you feel yourself about to break, when your body tightens and your heart skips a beat, you know the end is near.
“Eren, I can’t—” you try to warn him, but it’s too late. You’re spiraling.
And then, he moves faster—deeper—pushing you over the edge. You explode around him, your entire body shaking as you scream his name, clinging to him like he’s the only thing that keeps you tethered to the ground.
He follows shortly after, his own release deep inside you, his body shuddering with the force of it. He collapses against you, his forehead resting on yours, both of you gasping for breath, tangled together in a mess of sweat and desire.
For a few moments, neither of you moves. The only sound filling the quiet room is your heavy breathing and the slow, steady hum of the dryer spinning behind you. Eren shifts, pulling you up against him, and you can feel his warmth as he wraps his arms around you. He grabs a shirt, handing it to you, and you pull it on before he tugs you back against his chest.
There’s an elephant in the room, and you don’t fight it. You can’t stop yourself from saying, “Eren, we can’t just pretend this is...”
He cuts you off before you can finish. "I know. I'm getting help."
Silence fills the space between you, the weight of his words settling around you like a heavy fog. Then he speaks again, voice raw, vulnerable.
“The night we broke up, the look in your eyes... it haunts me every single day. You were scared of me. And all I wanted to do was protect you. When that happened, I knew I needed help. And fuck, I’m so sorry.”
He holds you tighter, burying his face in your hair. It’s rare for Eren to be this open, this vulnerable with you. The only other time he’d ever let his walls down like this was when he found out about his dad’s affair. He’d taken it hard, and all he wanted was for you to hold him, console him. And that’s what you did.
“I’ve been going to therapy. I bottled up all my emotions, and the shit with my dad sent me into a spiral. I saw what it did to my mom, how it affected her, and I started thinking if I controlled you, you wouldn’t hurt me like that. Now, when I think back, I realize how fucking dumb that was. You’re everything to me. So precious, and I can’t stand the thought of losing you.”
He pauses, his voice shaking slightly as he continues. "But I did. I pushed you away, and I was out of my fucking mind. I get it if you don’t want to jump right back into this, but... with time, could you give me another chance?"
You look up into his eyes, your thumb brushing away the tears that streak down his face. Your heart aches seeing him so vulnerable.
“I’m sorry you had to go through this alone, Eren," you whisper softly. "I wish you’d let me be there for you.”
He shakes his head, pulling you closer, his hands trembling. "Don’t apologize. This is all on me. I just… I can’t fucking lose you. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me."
“You’re not losing me," you say, your voice firm but full of tenderness, trying to calm him down and reassure him. Eren stares at you for a moment, his lips parting slightly before he breathes out, barely a whisper, “I love you.” Your heart stutters in your chest, the words you've been longing to hear for these last few months. You lean in, your forehead resting against his as you whisper back, “I love you too. Everything’s gonna be okay.”
hate sex with eren. cw nsfw minors dni he’s mean af
“don’t stop.”
the words come out muffled with your cheek smushed against the door. you are partially making sure that no one will hear the two of you in the closet, but also because it’s all you can do. he makes your whole body turn to putty in his hands, so the least you can do is try to stand up straight.
you shouldn’t have said anything, because even with him inside you, he’ll find someway to piss you off.
eren pauses his movements abruptly, his fingers pressing into the fat of your hips. “weren’t you sayin’ something earlier?” you can practically hear the smirk on his face. “something about you despising me?”
“eren.” you whine, body unconsciously trying to grind against him.
he is quick to stop it. eren’s palm pushes at your lower back while his other hand grips your hair, jerking it down harshly so that your head tips up to face his. it hurts, but everything with him does.
“tell me.” he sneers, watching how tears prick your eyes. “tell me exactly what you said.”
you do your best attempt at matching his expression, narrowing your eyes. “said that you’re a pathetic asshole that can only think with your dick.”
something inside you sinks as you see his anger morph into a sadistic smile, his green eyes sparkling in mischief. you feel his cock twitch inside of you. “so what does that make you? a slut or a whore?”
“fuck you.” you spit.
he lets go of your hair to shove you back against the wall. you can’t even get adjusted before eren pistons inside you faster than before. your hand is quick to slap over your mouth to try and stop your moans but eren is quicker— he grabs your wrists with one hand and pins them against your back.
“and what is it,” he mumbles in your ear before nibbling on the shell of it, “that you think i’m doing?”
“s-stop.” you bite on your lip so harshly it may as well bleed. “someone will hear.”
“who gives a shit?” he groans as you clench around him. “you deserve to have your pretty reputation ruined anyway.”
Synopsis: Eren always takes the lead in bed, why not show him a little gratitude?
Warnings: SMUT, switch!eren (??), oral!m receiving, p in v, use of nickname “princess”, you call eren “my prince” like twice, ?? idk what else to add
AN: this is my first time writing smut idk the rules SO DONT ATTACK ME OKAY. also i have some ideas for part two so if u guys like it i’ll write a part two if you don’t like it ill still write a part two. also i did not read this over.
Requests are open ~
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You had been teasing Eren all day, slipping in sly comments and casual touches that drove him crazy. This time, you smacked his ass as he walked in front of you.
Eren grumbled, his face flushed with embarrassment, as you grinned at him. He glanced around to make sure no one was watching before turning back to you.
“You’re a damn tease, you know that?”
“Oh, but you tease me so much more,” you replied, slipping away before he could grab you. Eren watched you walk away, winking at him, and nearly lost his mind. He was determined to have you today, one way or another.
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It was late at night, and all the scouts were asleep. After deciding to take a shower, you let the hot water spill over your body. Stepping out of the shower room, you saw Eren standing outside the door, waiting for you.
“Well well, running around in just a towel, L/N?” he teased.
“Oh, shut up! It’s late at night; everyone’s asleep,” you whisper-yelled, gripping your towel tightly. “Besides, what’re you doing here?” You teased Eren, knowing exactly why he was there. After a day of teasing him, he was ready to get you back. Eren stepped closer, towering over you.
“You’ve been teasing me all day, princess.”
You grip his shirt and pull his face towards your own, “So fix my attitude…” You whisper in his ear and Eren holds back a groan at your words. “Damn, you’re gonna regret that.” Eren grabs your wrist and drags you with him to his room, once he’s there he throws you inside, closed the door and you hear a click as he locks it. “Now you’re all mine.” Eren says as he steps closer to you, his eyes roaming around your body as he sees you clutching onto your towel.
You step towards Eren, “No Eren,” you say as you push him on the bed, “you’re all mine tonight.” Eren lets out a low, involuntary groan as you push him onto the bed, his body tensing up as he lands with a soft thump. He looks up at you, surprise and lust warring in his eyes as he realizes you’re taking charge. A smirk slowly spreads across his face as he realizes that for once, he doesn’t mind being at the mercy of someone else. “Oh really… Princess wants to play, huh?”
“Oh you bet… Now strip for me” You all but command and Eren agrees, “As you wish princess.”
His smile widens, a hint of challenge in his expression as he stand up in-front of you, his hands moving to the hem of his shirt. He pulls it up over his head in one smooth motion, revealing his toned, muscular chest and arms to you. Eren grabs your wrist and presses your hand against his chest, his skin hot and smooth under your touch. He can feel your breath fan across his chest, making his pulse quicken, and he chuckles lowly at your reaction. He leans down, bringing his face mere inches from yours, his voice a low, seductive rumble. “You like it, princess? You like seeing what I have to offer?” You drag your nails across Erens abdomen, your nails running over his toned abs, “Yes… and it’s all mine” You say as you push him down on the bed.
“All yours huh? Getting a little cocky there aren’t you?” Eren says as he watches you climb on top of him and straddle his hips. You hand tangling in his hair while your other hand grips his chin forcibly and you make him look up at you. Eren can see a teasing smirk on your lips, the excitement in your eyes fuelling his own desires. He attempts to sit up, but you hold him in place with your hand in his hair and he doesn’t struggle, a hint of excitement and surrender in his eyes.
“Damn… You really are on top tonight, huh?” Eren’s breath hitches as you lean down towards him, your lips so close to his but not quite touching.
“I’m gonna make you cum over and over for me Eren”
“Is that a promise, princess?”
“It’s more than just a promise… ‘my prince.’” Eren hears you using his own nickname for you against him and he shivers slightly at the nickname. He looks up at you, his eyes dark and filled with hunger. His hands move to your hips and he squeezes them. “Do your worst, I’m all yours.” Eren moans into your mouth as you kiss him ferociously, his hands tightening on your hips as he kisses you back with equal fervor. He can feel his body responding to your touch, his desire for you growing hotter and more intense with every passing second. You push Eren down on the bed harshly, and he lets out a gasp of pleasure as you start kissing and marking his neck, his body arching up towards you in response. He closes his eyes, his breath coming out in ragged pants, as you move down his body, leaving a trail of kisses in your wake.
You grip Erens belt harshly and he lets out a low growl. His whole body responding to your touch, his hips bucking involuntarily, “You’re playing dirty princess,” He says looking down at you, eyes dark and hooded. “Just wait and see what I’ll do to you then. Just relax ‘my prince’,” You tease, “Let me make you feel good.”
You take off Erens belt and throw it to the floor, “Damnit Y/N, you have no idea what you’re doing to me.” Eren says as he tries to hold back a groan, “Oh trust me I can see it.” You reply smirking at Eren. He lets out a low, rough chuckle as you smirk at him, his eyes flicking down to his obvious arousal and then back up to your face.
“Yeah, I'll bet you can. You're enjoying this, aren't you? Having me at your mercy like this.”
“Quite the opposite Eren,” You lean down to whisper to him, “I’m here to treat you like royalty” You tease and you unzip his pants. Eren lifts his hips slightly to help you pull off his pants, his body trembling with anticipation. He's nearly panting now, his expression dark and filled with raw need. As you finally undress Eren, you look his expression, he stares at you with anticipation, his hands clutching the sheets under him and you almost laugh at how desperate he looks like this. And you barely even started. You lean your head down and give his dick a nice hard lick, from the base to the tip your tongue flat against him. Eren's breath hitches at the sensation of your tongue on him, a low moan escaping his throat as his hips involuntarily jerk in response. He grips the sheets tighter, his knuckles turning white as he struggles to keep himself under control.
"God damn it, princess. You're going to make this end real quick if you keep that up." You chuckle softly “We’re barely starting Eren~” You say as you move your head back down, using your mouth and your hand. Eren leans his head back against the bed, his breathing erratic and uneven as you continue your movements. His body is tense, his whole being focused on the sensations you're evoking in him.
"Nnngh... damn it. That feels... too good.” Eren gasps as your movements on him become faster and more intense sucking and licking him like he was your own personal lollipop. Eren’s hips occasionally buck into you and he placed one of his hands on your head, tangling his fingers in your hair. “I can't... hold on much longer." Eren says as he pants, you can hear chocked gaps and moans coming from him and you can tell he’s close. You double your efforts and with the final push Eren bucks his hips into your mouth and throws his head back in pleasure, his grip on your hair tightening and you hear him let out a loud moan.
Eren’s breath comes out in ragged pants as he slowly comes down from his high, his eyes lustful as he looks at you. He watches you stand up in front of him his eyes slightly widen as he sees you drop your towel to the floor in front of him and climb onto him again. Eren throws his head back again “Ngh, you’re gonna be the end of me” He whines as he sees your face drawing closer to him, “You better get hard soon Eren.” You tease and Eren’s body is already responding to you. His fingers dig into your skin and he looks up at you. “Oh you don’t need to worry about that Princess. You drive me crazy, I’ll be ready in no time.”
You grip Erens wrist and pin them to bed next to his head. Eren lets out a ragged gasp as you pin his wrists, his body responding to the force of your touch. His eyes are dark and filled with desire as he looks up at you, his breath coming out in ragged pants.
"Fuck... princess. What’s gotten into you? It's driving me crazy." You don’t respond to Eren, instead you kiss his neck leaving marks and bites all over his neck and shoulder, Eren’s body arched up towards you in response and he can feel himself getting hard again just by how rough your being.
You grip Eren’s hair and force his head back to give you more access to his neck and you make your way up. Hiss kiss neck, his jaw, to his mouth as you capture his lips in a fierce kiss biting his lips as he moans into your mouth. His hands slightly resisting against your grip, he can easily get out if he wants you, but he wants to see just how far you can push him over the edge. Indulging in the feeling of having you on top of him for once.
You lean down to his ear as you bite his earlobe, whispering into eren’s ear after, “Tell me what you want me to do my prince” you tease. Eren lets out a low, jagged breath. His body is taut with tension and need, his heart pounding in his chest as he tries to regain control of his thoughts.
"Nnngh... princess. I want... I want you to do anything. Everything. I want you.” Eren all but whined back to you, and you run your hand down his chest dragging your nails along him as you do. You reach down to his member and you feel how his cock his already hard again. “Already hard Eren?~” He whines “You know I am.” He says through gritted teeth, his hands bawling into fists and you can feel his body tensing at your touch. You whisper again “How do you want me?” You ask and Eren almost cums on the spot. “Anyway!” Eren groans just wanting to feel you inside him already.
“Tell me Eren… Do you want me to ride you? Or do you want to use me.” Eren's eyes darkened with desire as you speak to him in such a vulgar way, his mind racing through all the possibilities of how he could use you.
"Nnngh... princess. I want to use you in every way” You giggle at his response, but you’re still not satisfied with his answer. “Tell me Eren. Pick your poison.” Eren's breathing is ragged and uneven as he tries to decide what position he wants you in, his eyes roving over your body as he imagines all the ways he can stuff you full of his cock.
You edge him on further “Well?” Eren's expression darkens even more as he looks up at you, his eyes hungry and possessive as he gazes at your body. He lets out a ragged breath, his muscles tense as he struggles to hold back his need for you.
"On your knees, princess..."
You hold back a whine at his sudden change in demeanour, and you get off of him and into position. Eren looks at you, on your hands and knees in front of him, his hands coming out to grips your hips as he pulls you closer to him. “Don’t hold back Eren.” You almost beg him as he runs his fingers through your folds and he can feel how wet you are. “You asked for it.” He all but growls at you, Eren's hands suddenly grip your hips and flips you onto your back, pinning you down onto the bed with ease. His body hovers over you, his weight pressing down on you in a possessive manner. You giggle at him “What? Change your mind?” You tease. Eren lets out a low, dark chuckle as you mention that he told you to get on your knees, his eyes dark and dangerous.
"Changed my mind. I want to see you laid out beneath me, completely at my mercy princess." You wrap your arms around his neck and pull his face closer to yours, “Well? What are you waiting for?” Eren chuckles at your words and he whispers back to you “I’m waiting to hear you beg.”
Eren sucks in a sharp breath as you wrap your legs around his waist, the feeling of your body pressed against him driving him wild. He looks down at you, his eyes hooded and filled with desire as his fingers dig into your hips. "Damn princess... you're making it really hard for me to hold back."
“That’s because I don’t want you to.” You whisper to him, your voice filled with tease and impatience. Eren's hands slide down your body, caressing every inch with a possessive touch. His lips find your neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin as his breath fans across your ear.
"You're mine, princess. All mine. And I'm going to make sure you never forget it." Eren lets out a ragged moan as he slides into you, his eyes shutting tightly as the feeling of being buried inside you threatens to overwhelm him. His body trembles with the effort to hold himself back, his hands gripping your hips tightly. His head drops down to your neck, his hot breath fanning across your skin as he lets out a ragged breath. His body taut with tension as he holds himself still, his breaths coming out in ragged pants as he tries to regain some semblance of control. His eyes are dark and intense as he looks down at you, a mixture of desire and possession in his gaze.
"God damn it, princess.” Eren thrusts his hips into you, the lewd sounds of your bodies coming together fill the room, and your face gets tinted red at the sounds. You feel yourself twitching around Eren, the way he’s pounding into you and the sounds your hearing from him and from your bodies making you shudder with desire. Eren lets out a moan as he feels you twitching around him, the sensation driving him even closer to the edge. His eyes darken with desire as he looks down at you, his hands gripping your hips even tighter.
“D-damn-“ Eren's words are cut off as he lets out a ragged moan, his body reacting to the sensation of your body around him. He looks down at you as he slowly, slowly, slowly pulls back out of you. He chuckled at your reaction, and he agonizingly slowly, pushes back into you, his eyes dark and intense as he looks down at you. He tries to hold back the ragged moan that threatens to escape his lips, but it comes out anyway as he speaks.
"Nnngh... princess. You feel so damn good. You're mine. All mine."
Eren's grip on your hips tightens even more as he hears you whine at his teasing movements, his eyes darkened with desire and possessiveness. He looks down at you, a smirk playing on his lips.
"What's wrong, princess? You want more? You want me to take you harder, faster?" You nod your head feverishly “Yes! Eren please!” Eren lets out a low, groan as you implore him to take you harder and faster, the sound sending a jolt of desire through his body. A devilish smirk crosses his lips as he looks down at you, his eyes dark and intense with want. He pulls back slowly, almost completely out of you. His eyes never leave yours, his gaze burning into you as he hesitates for a moment, savoring the moment before he plunges back in. He moans as he drives himself deep into you, his body tensing with the effort. You almost scream Eren’s name at the harsh thrust and Eren’s eyes darken at your reaction.
A wild, primitive expression taking over his features as he looks down at you. "I warned you, princess," he growls. "You're going to get what you asked for now."
Eren's hands grip your hips so tightly that you know there will be marks tomorrow, his body taut with tension as he sets a fast, intense pace. He leans down and captures your lips in a fierce, possessive kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth as he swallows the sounds of your moans. His hips never faltering once as he kisses you with fevour. Your hands reach up to grip his hair tightly, moaning into his mouth as you feel him hitting a certain spot inside of you.
With every rougher, harder roll of his hips, Eren lets out a low, gutteral moan, the sound punctuating his ragged breaths. His body is taut with tension, his muscles straining as he tries to hold back, to prolong this moment as long as possible. But the feeling of your body against his, the sound of your moans, the sight of you writhing beneath him, it's all too much. He is losing control, his body responding to you without thought or reason.
Eren lets out a ragged gasp as he looks down at you, his eyes dark and intense as he speaks in a low, strained voice. “I’m-… I’m so close” He says, in a way questioning if you are too. “Cum for me Eren.” You say, and Eren can’t tell if you’re commanding him or begging him.
His breathing is ragged and uneven, his chest heaving as he struggles to hold on for just a few more seconds. But your words, your voice, it's too much. He can’t hold back any longer. He lets out a ragged gasp as he feels himself reach the edge. Just before he does, he hears you moan loudly as you grip his hair and finish around him, the feeling of your walls twitching and clenching around him makes Eren choke on a moan as he throws his head back, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. He grips you tightly as he finished from his own release and he collapses on top of you, his hands shaking and his breath uneven.
You your hand still in Eren’s hair as you arch your back slightly still coming down from your high. Eren lets out a groan as you grab his hair, his body still shuddering from the aftershocks of his release. He looks down at you, his eyes burning as he watches your back arch beneath him. He looks down at you, his eyes dark and intense as he gazes at your body beneath him. The look in your eyes matches his own, filled with a primal need and desire. He leans down and captures your lips in a fierce, possessive kiss. Eren leans into the kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth as he deepens the kiss. His hands roam over your body, touching and caressing every inch of skin he can reach. He pulls you closer, his body pressed against yours as he devours your mouth. His body is still buzzing with the aftershocks of his release, and the feeling of your hands on his skin, your body against his, it’s driving him wild. He can feel himself getting aroused again, and he growls into your mouth as his hips buck involuntarily against you.
You moan as you feel his bucking, his hands grip your hips tightly, his fingers digging into your skin as he rolls his hips against yours, the need to be close to you, to have you again, driving him wild. “A-agin?”
“Yes. Again” Eren says as he flips you over, his hand pressed against the small of your back as he pushes you down onto the bed. He kneels behind you, his body taut with tension as he gazes down at you, his eyes dark and possessive. He runs his hands down your spine, his touch rough and possessive. He leans down, his body pressed against yours as he whispers in your ear.
