Nerdy armin w a tongue piercing???? saw the animation and I'm obsessed.
you and your best friend, nerd!armin just chilling in his dorm room while he organizes his new pokemon cards that he had bought earlier, his fingers carefully sliding each card into the plastic sleeve like it was an ancient artifact he didn’t want to destroy. It has been about two months since you last really hung out with him, too busy with midterms and other shit.
You’re bopping your head to the music playing on his speaker, scrolling through Instagram when you peek over and see armin poking his tongue out in full concentration. That wasn’t anything new, but what was new was the piece of silver jewelry adorning his tongue. You sit up, questioning if you’re seeing things. “Armin?” You squint your eyes.
“Hm?” He slides his tongue back in his mouth, pushing his glasses up when he looks at you.
“What’s that…in your mouth?” You question, brows furrowing.
He looks just as confused as you do. “What…what do you mean?” You grip his jaw, his eyes going wide as he moves back a little. “Open your mouth.” And even though he’s still oddly confused, he hesitantly open his mouth and lo and behold, there you see it. A tongue piercing. “When the fuck did you get that?!” You screech, now you’re really in shock.
“Oh! This? That’s what you were talking about.” He fully stuck his tongue out, showing you a better view. “Ummm,” he trails off, “Eren told me to get it as a dare. I don’t know why I did it, but I kinda like it.” He shrugs.
“Armin, that still doesn’t answer my question.” You cock your head to the side. “Also, a dare? You never do dares. I know you’re keeping something from me.”
“It was like two months ago! Right after we stopped hanging out. And, I’m not hiding anything!” He quickly goes back to sorting his cards, flipping through the plastic pages to find an empty slot. He can feel you staring at him, your eyes burning into his skull. After just a few seconds, he breaks. “Ok, fine! We all got drunk at the frat party that they forced me to go to because I was cooped up in my dorm too long and then like I was having fun…yeah…and then one thing led to another and now I have it,” he spoke quickly, trying to get everything off his chest at once without having you interrupt him.
“You, nerdy little armin, got drunk and pierced your tongue as a dare?” You sat there with your arms folded across your chest. “Who have you become since I’ve been away?!” You laugh, still in shock.
“I’m still me, just with a piercing. My parents would kill me if they ever found out though.” He shook his head, slipping one last card into the plastic sleeve. “All done!” He slammed the binder shut, letting out a sigh of relief. “Why are you still staring at me? I told you everything.” He pushed up his glasses again.
“Mmm, did you try it out yet?” You playfully smirk at him.
“What do you mean ‘try it out’?” He blinked.
“On a girl…down there…eating her out?” You giggled.
His face automatically turned bright red, opening his mouth to say something but nothing came out. He couldn’t even look at you anymore, averting his gaze back to his closed binder. “Wh-what?! No! I don’t…I don’t even know how to do that.” He awkwardly cleared his throat.
ᥫ᭡ — how bad!boy!eren tries to teach some self-love to his soft chubby gf | black!reader, fluff + light smut. 1.3k words. a/n : i know some people don't like when character fucks chubby reader to make her love herself, so i tried something different :))
Eren's thrusts were deadly.
You hoped his fingers in your mouth would muffle your desperate moans for more. This bastard always came secretly at night when your parents were asleep, and you waited for him, all excited, under the covers. Now you fought your own pleasure so as not to wake them.
"You're a big girl, own your moans."
His fingers closed over your lower teeth, forcing your mouth open even wider. You buried your face in the pillow immediately, mortified by your high-pitched voice escaping into the air.
Eren let out a deep chuckle. “Aw, not that big, then.”
His hips behind you maintained their brutal pace, each thrust slamming against your ass, the rhythmic sound of flesh hitting flesh leaving no doubt as to what was happening. Eren's scent was everywhere, his sweat and his groans in your ears arousing you in an explosion of sensations. As if you were overwhelmed by the heat of the sun while sipping fruity cocktails, a deliciously intoxicating suffering.
Eren's pace hastened, obscene noises drawn out of him. He buried his head in your neck, his movements still intense. Each thrust made you gasp and clutch your pillow tighter. In the dim light, he couldn't admire the white ring of your arousal around his dick, but he could feel it in how easy it was to slide in. His girl loved his dick really bad, he knew that.
His hand slipped under your t-shirt to grasp your soft belly.
This specific action had the effect of an icy splash of water on your burning pussy.
“Eren, stop.”
“Enough of this bullshit,” he grunted. “It’s cute, it’s soft.”
He continued to dig into the pillowy flesh, tears welling up in your eyes as a consequence, his divine strokes forgotten.
“I already told you I don’t like this. Stop this.”
“I really don’t give a fuck right now.”
You clenched your fists, tears streaming down your cheeks and onto the pillow. Eren sighed when he heard you cry and pulled away from you.
You pulled your long pajama top down to cover your bottom as he turned on the light.
“This kind of behavior can’t go on any longer,” he grumbled, putting on his clothes but remaining shirtless.
You watched discreetly as he pulled on his jeans, his muscles flexing with each movement, the yellow light illuminating the black ink that ran across his body, and his still-sweaty forehead where a few brown strands clung. A sexy man, and that was the problem in your relationship.
“You don’t get it,” you sniffled.
“No, sorry, I don’t. I think my girl is perfect and you’re seriously pissing me off.”
You looked away, not believing any of this. “Eren, if you were overweight like me you couldn’t have this confidence. Your vibe only works just because… You look like this.”
His lips curved into a smile. “I can become fat and show you being a bad boy is in the mindset.”
You stiffened at the word ‘fat’.
His eyes softened. “It’s just a word. A fact. There is nothing negative about it, baby.”
“You need to leave your house more to see how the world works, Rennie,” you mumbled.
“Rennie, huh? You’re saying this after your insecurities cockblocked me.” He looked in your room for a notebook and a pen before sitting down on the floor. “Get your ass here.”
You followed him, puzzled.
“What do you want?”
“We aren’t in a romcom where I give you confidence by loving you. That shit doesn’t work. If you want to love yourself, you need to do the work yourself. I can only help.”
“Well, I don’t want to love myself. I’m gonna sleep,” you tried to leave him but Eren grabbed your calf and made you fall on his lap. You glared at him, and he tugged his pierced tongue, mocking you.
You sat between his legs, enveloped by his muscular arms, and stared at the blank page of the notebook in front of you.
“Write positive affirmations to repeat to yourself.”
“This is ridiculous, Eren.”
“Write or my dick in your mouth will make you want to write forgiveness letters to God.”
You swallowed hard, and write an affirmation.
Eren burst out laughing.
“This is not funny,” you pouted.
“‘I’m not a big fat cow’? Really?”
You shifted, uncomfortable.
“It feels like that sometimes. Especially when I’m trying to get ready for frat parties. No matter how nice my clothes and makeup are… I still feel like a cow with lipstick.”
“Well, know that you’re the prettiest with your pink blush and highlighter.”
Warmth took hold of your body as you wrote new positive affirmations.
Eren kissed your neck, his soft lips pressing against your skin with the occasional flick of his tongue. “You know, these things, you need to tell them yourself. I don’t mind reassuring you every day, but I want you to be confident even without me.”
“But it’s hard…”
“It’s not.”
You nudged him with your elbow. “You fit the beauty standards, Eren.”
“And I still want to kill myself everyday since my mother died, so what’s your point? Affirmations work. You need repetition to see results, and you have to act in a way that aligns with them to see real identity changes.”
“You use affirmations?”
“Yeah, in front of my mirror. I tell myself to fight everyday.”
You winced, looking at the “I love my body,” “My body deserves love,” “My body is a sanctuary and deserves to be respected,” written on the paper. “I barely look at myself.”
“I can tell. You’re dressed as if you choose your clothes in the dark.”
“Fuck you!” You slapped his thigh.
“You don’t have any swag, that’s the truth,” he chuckled. “On a serious note, if you really loved yourself, what style of dress would you want to have?”
“Um…” You shyly lowered your head.
Eren kissed your cheek. “Tell me.”
“I really like the coquettish style, but I don’t think women with my body are very… You know.”
He took out his phone, did a quick search on TikTok and showed you his screen. “Look, you could take her as inspo.”
You scrolled the Tiktoker account—a pretty black woman with a plus size body and a soft aesthetic—which often made coquette Hollister hauls, and presented XL and XXL sizes. (@/hey.its.tz such a cutie <3)
“You already followed her before, there are likes on the TikToks.”
Eren’s cheeks turned pinkish, luckily you couldn’t see it.
“I just didn’t know when to tell you to do better.”
“I want to do better, I want to feel better, but I… I feel I’m lying to myself. A cow is still cow even if she tells herself she deserves the life of a butterfly.”
“Stop with the cows, for God’s sake. You wear loose and plain clothes everyday, how are you going to find your inner light? You need to cherish yourself.”
“Cherish myself…” You repeated, doubtful.
“Yeah. Now, do the homework. You read 10 positive affirmations like these every morning, and you make that Hollister order. I will pay it. It won't always be easy, of course, but I'll be there for the times when you need love.” He nuzzled your neck. “You're not allowed to talk negatively of yourself now. You give me $5 dollars every time you talk about stupid cows.”
“What?!”
“Yeah, my girl is too precious for this shit.”
Cared for, your body relaxed. Behind you, in your lower back, you felt his erection still not satisfied.
“Can we…”
“Hell yeah!”
“But don’t touch my belly, please… I… need some time.”
He let out a frustrated groan, but kissed your cheek again.
You can take all the time you want, he'll always be there to remind you of your worth anyway and help you love yourself.
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arcade date drabble - jean kirstein x f!reader .✦ ݁˖
jean kirstein is good at lot of things, however, claw games are not one of them.
he had been fighting the claw machine for way too long. he stood there with his arms crossed, jaw tight, acting like the thing had personally wronged him. every time the claw slipped, he muttered something under his breath, something rude, or something dramatic.
“you’re taking this way too seriously,” you said.
“i’m not,” he replied, even though he absolutely was. “i’m close. i can feel it.”
he wasn’t close. the claw dropped again, grabbed nothing, and jean let out a noise that was half groan, half disbelief. he dragged a hand through his hair, annoyed because he wanted to impress you and it wasn’t working.
you nudged him aside. “move, let me.”
he stepped back, pretending he didn’t care, even though he watched every tiny movement you made. you lined up the claw, pressed the button, and won the plush in one clean go. jean stared at the claw like it had betrayed him.
“you’re kidding,” he said.
you handed him the toy. “there. sorted.”
he held it awkwardly, cheeks pink. “i was trying to win that for you.”
“i know,” you said. “but you can try again.”
and he did. he slid another coin in, shoulders set, eyes narrowed. this time he didn’t rush. he didn’t overthink. he just focused. the claw dropped, grabbed a small plush near the corner, and somehow finally held on.
the toy fell into the chute with a soft thud. jean froze. then he bent down, picked it up, and turned to you with a proud, dorky yet cocky smile.
“told you i could do it,” he said, holding it out to you.
you took it, brushing his fingers. “good job, hero.”
and then, you left a gentle, romantic kiss on his cheek.
jean’s ears went pink, but he laced his fingers with yours as you walked away, still muttering about “bloody machines” even though he was smiling the whole time. glad he could finally provide and make you happy.
when levi brings his special someone home to meet his mother and gets shy about it.
It's been only, what, a few months or so since he met you on a heist by accident?
And this thug, infamous around the Underground City, has fallen in love ever since.
Without any warning whatsoever, which never happened before. And it confused the usually stoic man so much that thinking clearly became a real struggle for the most part.
Damn you and your pretty face, being nice and beautiful inside and outside.
So, being the reserved, aloof individual Levi is, he didn't confess his feelings for the longest time until last night. When he saw you in front of the brothel where his mother used to work at before.
A sight he would rather forget more than anything else.
"Ma. I wanna introduce you to someone who's important to me."
Kuchel, a curious person by nature, gives her only son a faint smile in response, gesturing for him to go ahead.
Who could that person be?
Looking behind him, she notices the person Levi mentioned within mere seconds. Honestly, given her Ackerman bloodline, it's not even shocking that her senses, just like Levi's are heightened in every single way possible.
He immediately takes note of his mother's curious gaze and tenses up, aware that teasing — playful but still mocking — would soon follow, seeing how he brought a girl home.
Nothing his mother sees on a regular basis like with other males around here, no. Levi's the most shy when it comes to opening up, so the fact a person managed to penetrate those metaphorical walls of his, higher than Wall Maria, is a feat in and of itself to her. And him.
"Who is it, angel?"
Just then, another face pops into view and it's yours. Big, curious eyes, and the cutest little smile plastered on your face to boot. Taller than Levi too, which honestly isn't a high bar considering this young man's small stature. Most people would tower over him, so no surprise there.
"Hi there, Miss Ackerman. I'm [Y/N], the person Levi wanted to introduce, nice to meet cha!"
Immediately, Levi lets out a groan of embarrassment, hiding half of his face with one hand while silently praying you didn't see the flush on his cheeks.
His mother, however, just finds herself quietly chuckling at your introduction.
It's.. endearing, to say the least.
"I see. You finally managed to win som'one over with tha' stubborn attitude of yers, huh?"
At that, a pointed glare is directed towards Kuchel, though without any malice behind it. When it comes to the person having given him life, Levi couldn't stay mad for long, no matter the circumstances
"Ain't funny, Ma."
Then the slightest pout — yes, an actual pout — formed on the young man's face when you reached out to take hold of his free hand, squeezing it once lightly.
Like you wanted to stake your claim on him right then and there.. and he let you.
Damn is he down bad for you. Now it's on full display for his mom to witness, too. Fuck-
"I'm sorry, sweetie, jus' couldn' help myself there, thinkin' how cute it is that you found your special someone out here."
Despite poking fun at Levi, Kuchel is genuinely happy to see company by her son's side which wasn't Isabel or Furlan, for a change.
It showed her that, although conditions in the Underground are downright horrible, people like her and Levi still managed to find their own versions of joy in different ways.
For Levi, it's finding that one person who sincerely liked him without wanting him to change or having bad intentions, letting the man be vulnerable at his own pace.
For Kuchel, it's seeing her miracle of a kid grow up healthy, safe despite all odds and — most importantly — happy.
Because damn the Walls if such an adorable thing doesn't result in making her feel bliss, everything corrupt momentarily forgotten as soon as her motherly gaze lands on Levi's rare smile — a sight for sore eyes, especially hers.
a/n: about time i wrote a little drabble about canonical divergence where levi's mother survived and lived with her beloved son 🥹 this has been an idea to write for a LONG while now so i hope i did it justice if that makes sense lmao. sorry for not being as active in posting my writings — moving's been a pain in the butt and i literally cannot get into my creative flow with all the chaos happening around me on a daily basis for over three weeks now (don't ask it's complicated). now it's 4am and i can't sleep. YAY.
DATING METALHEAD!EREN!!!(CUZ PLUG!EREN LOWKEY LAME)
Metalhead!Eren who has his very own band with his childhood friends Armin and Mikasa (He’s the lead guitarist and singer, with Armin on drums and Mikasa on bass and backup vocals) He started the whole band thing back in high school, when he was young, starry-eyed, and filled with optimism. They were mainly underground at first, doing gigs here and there in basements or metal bars that would let teenagers play. Then, during their senior year, they got signed to a record company and the rest is basically history.
Metalhead!Eren whos music is a mix of heavy metal with hints of punk and grunge (Kurt Cobain was literally his savior). But beyond that, he’s deeply into all kinds of music. He’ll honestly listen to anything as long as it’s good. Just don’t offer him country he’ll exile you from his bedroom. His room is filled with records, old and new, from bands that disbanded in the ’90s to rare vintage finds. It’s a shrine to music history, really.
Metalhead!Eren who you meant in your AP History class back in university. He seemed so normal calm, collected, and a little shy. A quiet nerd who knew way too much about ancient empires. So when you later discovered that the shy guy who always tied his hair back to keep it out of his face while taking notes was actually a metal-obsessed guitarist with a damn good voice it was a shock, to say the least.
BFMETALHEAD!EREN
BFMETALHEAD!EREN Who has songs secretly about you? Well, actually, their lyrics are hidden beneath melodies and perfect timing. Of course, he can’t just outright put your name in the song that’s too forward. That would be horrible. So instead of doing that, he hides secret messages within the lyrics. Little details only you would notice your favorite color, the food you love to eat, the strange habits only he knows about. They’re woven into every verse, tucked between harmonies and chords that sound like home.Everyone else might analyze his music for deeper meaning, searching for symbolism or hidden lore. But the truth is simpler, softer.
BFMETALHEAD!EREN Who has mixtapes and playlists dedicated to you? Eren does. He’s always been a lover of physical media CD players, records, turntables, MP3s. There’s something about the crackle of a record or the soft hum of a disc spinning that feels more real to him than any streaming app ever could. One of his favorite gifts to give is a burnt CD or an old iPod he’s had since high school, filled with songs that mean something to him. Each track is chosen carefully, each lyric a quiet message. The CDs are always custom-designed, decorated with doodles, stickers, or handwritten notes, and tucked into a special case made just for you.
BFMETALHEAD!EREN Who takes you to shows especially the underground ones hidden beneath bars and back alleys? Eren does. He always knows where the best local bands are playing, the kind of places where the walls shake with bass and the lights flicker like dying stars. It’s loud, chaotic, and perfect. But he has this annoying habit of talking through every concert. He can’t help himself. He just wants to tell you everything he knows. He practically knows every band in the city and every song they’ve ever released. While you’re trying to lose yourself in the guitar riff, he’s leaning close, shouting some random fact over the noise. “Did you know this song was actually about the lead singer’s ex-girlfriend? Yeah, crazy, right? I heard she overdosed on ketamine,” he says mid-concert, grinning like he didn’t just drop the most unsettling trivia imaginable.
or, you've had a bad day, and your boyfriend ends up taking the brunt of it.
pairings: levi x reader, jean x reader
warnings: none, fluff
levi ackerman
Levi's never been one to take shit from anyone, but he's much more lenient with you. That is to say, he tolerates 0% from everyone else and about 10% from you. The meter runs out quickly when you start acting short and standoffish with him.
So, like the self-sacrificing idiot he is, he ignores you until you decide to bridge the gap yourself. Usually, he's fine with people being annoyed or scared of him. Levi has always known that he's stronger than most, quicker than most, tougher than most, and he's perfectly okay with letting his comrades direct their ire his way. He can take it.
He can't take the thought of you upset with him. As much tough love as he shows everyone else, he never wants to be mad at you, much less hurt you by directing his own annoyance at you.
It weighs on him more than it should throughout the day, the way you snapped at him and turned away from him like he's worthless. It's infuriating. Levi hates the fact that you can wear on him so easily, but everything else that comes with loving you is easy as can be, even with the annoyances and the strife.
That's why he's quick to open his door when you come knocking. The state he finds you in is enough to have his hands twitching out toward you. Your eyes are red, your hair is disheveled, your eyelids are swollen, and shiny tears are streaking down your cheeks.
Still, he resists the urge to reach out to you just yet.
"You're crying," he states. His voice is quiet but not soft.
"I know," you mumble.
"You disrespected me in front of the cadets earlier."
Levi's words make fresh tears well in your eyes, and you swipe the back of your hand over your face to collect them. He catches your wrist before your hand can fall back to your side.
"I'm sorry." Your voice comes out in a strangled whisper before you're being pulled forward into Levi's room. He shuts the door behind you and guides you over to his cot. Once you're seated, he settles in next to you and lets you tuck yourself against his chest.
Neither of you need to speak to know what's weighing on you. Nothing about being a Scout is easy, but you always have each other to fall back on. A bit of moodiness is never going to be enough to scare Levi away.
"Just talk to me next time," he mumbles into your hair. His arms have slowly snaked their way around your waist, and he's holding you so tightly that all you can focus on is him and his grounding presence.
"I don't want to bother you. You have enough to worry about."
Levi tilts your chin up and looks at you with the same resolve you see in his eyes before a mission. "You're the only part of my life I've ever wanted to worry about, so do us both a favor and come worry me when you're upset."
jean kirstein
"Jeez, I'm beat." Jean, your boyfriend, slumps down on the couch next to you and curls up against your side. His head finds the crook of your neck just as your hand shoves him away, and he lets out a wounded noise. "What was that for?"
"Could you be any more obnoxious?"
Jean gives you a once over before leaning back on the couch. "Probably. Want me to try—ow! Why'd you hit me?"
"I flicked you."
"Same difference." Jean rubs his nose with a huff and sideyes you. "What's your problem, anyway? You've been in a mood all day."
"It's easy when you've been annoying all day," you shoot back.
"I haven't been acting any different than usual, so you either hate me all the time, or you're being sensitive."
And something about those words really rub you the wrong way. "So you think I'm crazy, is what you're saying."
"What?!" Jean sits up and looks at you in disbelief. "That's not even—that's not nearly what I said."
"You were thinking it, though." You shuffle away from him and angle your body toward the armrest, putting your back to your boyfriend.
You are acting crazy. Or, overreacting at least. You're aware of it, but backing down, let alone apologizing, feels way too embarrassing right now. Jean doesn't deserve your ire. Glancing back over your shoulder, you're met with nothing but a soft, honey-brown gaze.
Immediately, you crumble. It doesn't take long before your sniffles are muffled against Jean's chest. His hand smooths over your hair, and his lips press to your temple.
Jean's not unfamiliar with jagged edges and barbed words. He's shown you all of his, and you've never flinched away. You've been there for years of nightmares, even after the titans and the war for Paradis were ended for good. The least he can do is keep a level head when you're struggling.
"I'm sorry," you mumble.
"Don't apologize. I don't need an apology, not from you." Another kiss to your temple and slow, methodical rubs between your shoulder blades has your heart rate regulating. "I just need you to stay."
all written work and dividers belong to @ackpplepie!! do not plagiarize, feed my work into ai, or translate it. i do not own the characters or images used above.
Plot: A sleepy husband, a rainy night, and a small moment that makes your heart melt.
Content: Levi x female reader, fluff
It was a Sunday night. Raindrops tapping against the roof echoed through the foyer. It had been twenty minutes since Levi went to bed, and no sound came from him.
You had promised to join him after finishing a book. When you finally reached the bedroom, you were greeted by a heartwarming sight. Your husband was hugging your favourite plushie and sleeping. It was unusual, considering his insomnia, and the sight left you mesmerized. Carefully, you curled up beside him and pressed some kisses to his lips.
"I love you so much, Levi."
"Me too." Levi murmured in his sleep.
Dividers - @tsumiinum
a/n: I was cuddling my stuffed animals while writing this and wishing they were Levi instead. 😩
plug!eren yeager who finds you crying on his front porch during one of his pool parties. makeup running down your cheeks, your body shaking from the cold air hitting your bare skin in the outfit you were wearing, a black bikini top and some mini shorts that hugged your figure.
he sits next to you, lighting up a blunt and asking you what's wrong, eyes glued on the way your chest heaves with each hiccup as you try to calm down.
eren frowns when you tell him you found your boyfriend making out with the girl he told you not to worry about, practically fucking each other with their clothes on. he stays silent for a few seconds, baffled by the idea that someone would have the nerve to cheat on an attractive girl like you.
and he shares that thought as he passes you the blunt. you accept it with a light giggle, taking a puff and looking at him from head to toe. he was wearing a white tee and baggy jeans, his medium-length hair in a half ponytail with a few loose strands framing his sharp features. you notice how the silver of his chains highlighted the green in his eyes. he was undeniably attractive, and the way he stared at you made it clear that he found you cute too.
as you pass him the blunt back, eren asks you who your boyfriend was. his brows shoot up in disbilief when you tell him it was jean kirsten.
saying jean and eren weren't fond of each other would be an understatement. they despised each other. jean saw eren as an arrogant pot-head with no future beyond a life behind bars, while eren viewed jean as a stuck-up hypocrite—someone who talked trash behind his back but came crawling when he needed a fix. their animosity was deeply rooted in their mutual disdain.
the corners of his mouth twitch upward, and a sparkle of mischief dances in his eyes as he offers you a way to get back at jean. he's practically brimming with excitement at the thought of how furious that horse-faced idiot would get when he sees you with him. you don't know if it's the mix of alcohol and weed or eren's deliciously intoxicating aura, but you think it's a good plan—great even—so you agree.
next thing you know, you're down to your bikini, clinging onto eren's shoulders as you make out with him in the pool. his lips are soft and wet from the pool water, and his tongue—exploring posessively the inside of your mouth, tastes like raspberry vodka. your hand glides easily through his damp hair, grip tightening as he nips at your lower lip, his teeth sinking gently into the soft flesh. his fingers dig firmly into the sides of your hips, holding you tight against his firm torso.
you felt someone's gaze burning into you, so when you pull away from the kiss, you turn your head and meet with jean's eyes.
you wanted to laugh. he looked so furious even though the same girl he was making out with before was wrapped around him.
"what a fucking clown," eren muttered softly against your ear. "how could something like him bag someone like you?" there was a hint of something in his voice, but you couldn't manage to figure out what.
you answered him with another kiss. now that you knew jean was looking at you, you made sure to put on a show. your legs were now tangled around eren's waist, and your tongue danced with his, your lips making an erotic wet noise as you explored each other hungrily. you've never kissed jean like these, not in public at least.
a small, high-pitched giggle escaped your lips as he boldly moved down his hands to greedily grab your ass and guide you both towards the edge of the pool. all the while, his lips remained locked on yours, his kiss unbroken as he manouverd the both of you out of the water.
the cold air hit your body the moment it was out of the pool, sending a shiver down your spine and making you stay against eren's impossibly warm body. he looked down at you with a soft smile, tucking a loose hairstrand behind your ear.
or,
plug!eren yeager who has his hand firmly planted on the back of your head, pushing it into the matress, while he pounds into you. your clothes are now scattered around his bedroom along with his and the loud music blasting from the backyard couldn't muffle the wet sounds of your pussy swallowing his length.
"ahh, eren~" you whined, barely able to breath with the suffocating pressure of his hand and the rapid pace of his hips.
"yeah? you like that?" he said, and you could hear the smirk on his face. he took a long drag of his blunt, his thrusts slowing a bit, just to tease you. and when his lungs were full of the intoxicating smoke, he pulled you close to him by your hair. grabbing you by the cheeks with his other hand, he blew the smoke into your open mouth. "take it, baby," eren ordered.
you aspired as much as you could, already feeling lightheaded, then exhaled the smoke back into his face. eren smiled, proud, and gave you a wet kiss on the cheek. "that's it, baby, good girl." you moaned at his praise.
eren brings the blunt close to your lips, he didn't need to say anything as you took a drag from it. it was kinda difficult, since he was still pounding into you, so it took two tries to line the filter with your mouth.
"good. girl." groaned the brunette through gritted teeth, his lustful eyes almost completely black from his dilated pupils. it was now your turn to shotgun the smoke into his mouth, and of course he took it like a champ.
he puts the blunt away on a small tray next to you, which had rolling papers, filters and a lighter. it was your idea to take this to his bedroom after that panty-dropping kiss, but it was his idea to roll a blunt while he was buried deep inside your cunt. but goddammit if it wasn't hot.
you were used to having boring sex with jean. the missionary only kinda sex. you've always desired to be manhandled, for him to take you from behind, to slap you or to spank you. it never happenned though, and you didn't push it too much.
but now? oh boy.
eren was fucking you like a beast. the way he pounds his cock into your cervix, in contrast with the way he praises you like you are the prettiest girl he's ever been with? it was all driving you equally crazy and to your climax. you swear you started seeing stars.
"i'm gonna cum, babygirl, m'gonna fill up that tight little pussy, hm?" eren pants, sliding his hand through the curve of your arched back, back and forth, until it's resting against your ass cheek and leaves a hard slap there.
"erenn! please, fill me up," you whined, voice muffled by the matress. "fu-uuck, i'm gonna cum~"
"cum on my dick, princess, want you to cream my fucking cock like a good girl."
let's just say, jean had no way of winning you back now that you tried plug!eren yeager's cock.
