《 Her thin, lengthy fingers pressed against your waist with an undying grip, as if she’s holding a pistol..
《 You’re gonna have to remind her more than once to loosen up
《 But by the time she gets comfortable, arms encircling your hips, there’s no other place you’d rather be than in her hold
《 She loves to make eye contact as she embraces you, and thankfully enough, you aren’t intimidated by her pitch black pupils.
《 Her favorite cuddling position is to have her back leaning against the bed frame or wall, sitting in the lotus position with you straddled across her.
《 It has too many perks for Yelena not to love it:
《 She can pull you so close, her lean body flush against yours as her nimble digits caress your skin
《 Resting your forehead on hers=more eye contact, and that’s a yes in ‘Lena’s book :)
《 It’s even easier to steal a kiss or two, duh 🤧✋🏾
《 Once she warms up to you, mentally and physically, cuddling and wholesome intimacy are the best things when it comes to her, considering how she can be rather passionate.
《 She just envelopes you with her touch, her warmth, like a human blanket
《 And her skin is so soft to the touch, you can’t help but rub your hands along her waist and thighs
《 She always has this cute, sleepy look swimming around in her lidded eyes when the both of you cuddle, lips curved up into a genuine smile
《 She likes resting her head on your chest, and vice versa.
《 You notice how the lowly thump of her heartbeat increases when you weave your fingers through her fine obsidian locks, or when your fingers slightly ghost against her cheek before you place a soft kiss on her porcelain skin
《 You also like to play with her hands and fingers while cuddling, no pun intended 😭
《 Pieck’s just got the prettiest hands you ever did see, and it’d be a shame not to admire them.
《 Subtly glossy manicured nails, with slender fingers that you briefly press your lips against, just to see her lazy grin
《 Her favorite cuddling position isn’t really specific, just having you jumbled up next to her is enough, limbs tangled underneath the fluffy duvet as you throw your arm across her waist
《 Cupping your cheek with a lovesick giggle, subtly kissing your shoulder, hands squeezing your sides, blowing raspberries onto your tummy, allat
《 They’re probably the best cuddle buddy of them all, I don’t make the rules yall 🙄✋🏾
《 They just love to get a good feel of you, touching up every curve and crevice of your plush body
《 Cuddling is always full of laughter with Hanji, it’s truly one of the best serotonin boosters you could get
《 Since they can’t keep their hands to themselves, they’re always poking or grabbing or tickling somewhere, so you’ve got to make sure to keep your arms down, because they WILL tickle your underarms 😳
《 Their favorite cuddling position is laying right across from each-other, your faces being inches apart as they mutter on about their day, and how much better it would’ve been if you were there with them, their sneaky hands finding it’s way towards your thighs
《 I definitely recommend cuddles with Hanji Zöe, 10/10 >:)
can i req some dad reiner fluff? i feel like he would have a lot of kids bc of the breeding kink 🥴 but yeah just some cute stuff pls thank uuuu!!
THE THOUGHT OF REINER BEING FATHER JUST DOES SOMETHING TO ME I- AJHSJS
THANK YOU SM FOR REQUESTING, ANON!! LET'S GET CAUGHT UP IN THE REINER BRAINROT TOGETHER <3
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—DAD REINER!
(MODERN AU + MENTIONS OF PREGNANCY + FEMALE BODIED READER + FLUFF + SLIGHTLY SUGGESTIVE + REINER BEING THE BEST DAD EVER DUH + TW: SLIGHT LANGUAGE)
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Dad Reiner who was such a hot mess moments before he became a father to begin with. The pair of you are situated inside a hospital room, occupied with things much bigger than a sprained ankle. He stood alongside you, his beloved, all the while; Encouraging your efforts and attempting to ease your pain with the squeeze of your hand within his bigger one. As fretful as he feels, it's no surprise that Reiner ends up passing out a good few times, and he wasn't even the one in labor. Though, the hard part is now over, and all his worry has subsided.
Dad Reiner who recalls whimpering, weakly grinning, and eventually bawling of joy when holding his child for the first time. You'd never seen his cries mingled with such joy before. He cradles yours and his newborn within firm forearms and large, mindful hands. The pair of you sob and smile, ogle your baby with a relieved, content thrum in your heart. You allow Reiner to attempt squeezing into the hospital bed beside you, as broad and weighty as he is, with your child being held right between you and him. He’s a hot mess, but an overjoyed one who has you; and little Reiner x [Y/N] junior 🥺
Dad Reiner who converses with you for days before ultimately deciding on a name for yours and his daughter— Joyce Braun. He contemplated on “Karina”, the name of his dear mother. Though, he wants his little girl to be better than any past generation, and rather goes with a more revitalizing name, one that holds a simple, but deep meaning in his perspective. As obvious as it sounds, the name means “Joyful”. That's all he wants; for his kid to be happy in this life, happier than he ever was. Therefore, he bases her name, the root of his dear child’s identity, on cheerfulness.
Dad Reiner who tends to grow somewhat frustrated. Not with you of course, not even with Joyce’s incessant wailing in the early hours of the morning, but with himself. It wasn't as though he did anything wrong, he simply hopes that he won't. Begs himself not to fuck up with this whole “Parent” thing. If it wasn’t clear enough, Reiner wants to be nothing like his own father. He’ll never, ever shoo his child away and disregard them, but instead use those same hands to hold, guide, and lift them up. It doesn't take long for the blonde to snap out of his funk, because he's sure that he can become all the better for the sake of his little family.
Dad Reiner who wakes to your still, ethereal-like form every morning, and it's enough to make his day. A kiss to your neck, a nibble along your earlobe, and a couple repetitive rubs to your waist and thighs are enough to stir you right awake. And if that isn't the case, then it's usually the other way around; You pressing soft, lengthy kisses to his sharp, attractive cheekbones. Despite who arises first, there’s always one thing that's bound to happen— Joyce making her arrival into the bedroom via crawl, with a babble and a cute, happy little shriek upon seeing her parents.
The pair of you have no clue as to how she manages to make her way over to your room every time, but you're simply glad that she does so safely. It's Reiner’s cue to leap out of bed and scoop her off of the carpet and into his awaiting arms, clad in nothing but a white tee and the baggiest sweats. He appears disheveled, but it's still clear to see the main striking similarity between him and his pretty little daughter; Those amber brown eyes that hold the same warm, yellowish hue as his do.
He rocks the giggling one-year old, back and forth and right back again, gazing upon his squirming bundle of joy until you mention that he’s been doing so for a whole ten minutes. He grows sheepish and merely chuckles in reply, resting Joyce’s head upon his firm chest with a sigh. He could do this for ten hours more if it were up to him.
Dad Reiner who knocked you up a couple more times, and real damn good at that. There’s something of a breeding fetish that he’s got on him, which is the reason why your little family is now two kids larger. There’s Joyce, who’s now seven years old, along with her two baby brothers, the pair being a mere one year apart from the other. You and Reiner no longer have to worry about checking on Joyce in her crib, for she sleeps on her own bed now, like the “big girl” she claims to be.
Though, the boys now have you both occupied, and you’re lucky to have an older daughter who’s so understanding and rarely ever grows jealous. Joyce, your girl who’s on more of the rambunctious side but ironically never pleads for attention, has been spending much more quality time with Reiner. Both you and him are busy with the boys, but the blonde tends to have free time on his hands every now and then. Besides, someone’s got to keep Joyce company.
Reiner happily obliges, and makes this father-daughter time worthwhile. Wholesome picnics to the park that always end in races back to the car and Reiner being a damned klutz and dropping his sandwich. Having a “spa day”, filled with Reiner’s not-so-great attempts at doing his girl’s hair, messy manicures and a hefty bag of makeup that Joyce “borrowed” from you. He spoils the girl as if the lot of you are rich (and since Reiner’s always got a hefty load of spare cash, you technically are), but he wouldn’t have it any other way.
Dad Reiner who’s a lot more used to this “dad” thing now, since it’s been a couple good years down the line. You and him have amazing bonds with each of your kids, but they seem to latch onto Reiner’s large, broad body at any given time a lot more than they do you. Joyce is twelve, the brothers are five and six, and Reiner’s officially a DILF— The finest one at that. His stubble stays nicely trimmed, along with the subtle creases at his eyes becoming a little more distinctive. Goes to work, and sometimes takes the kid’s lunches instead of his own, because that's just the Reiner Way.
He’s the ultimate father in practically every situation, even when looking out for peers and comrades. He doesn’t mean to, it’s just that habits easily stick with Reiner, and it’s rather difficult for him to let them go. Besides, with three kids, how do you expect him to not be in “dad mode”?
Dad Reiner who utterly loves having random little talks with his kids, and never invalidates them, not for one second. It’s almost as though he can see things in their perspective, and they don’t know anyone else better to vent to other than their dad and mom. Though, when they tend to babble on about something that’s rather popular within their generation, it gets hard for him to catch up. They proceed to call him “old” and receive a good chase around the house before they get caught and looped into a tickle attack, and that's basically the worst thing imaginable if you’re in the Braun family. The reason being is Reiner’s unparalleled speed, despite his age; Thirties to early forties, but he’s still extremely fit, and has no problem running a mile if he has to.
Dad Reiner who’s in love with his family and the person they’ve gradually helped him become. You cherish him and your kids like none other, and he does the same. Sometimes it abruptly dawns on him; He’s a dad, and he’s actually a good one, who would’ve known? He smiles to himself, allowing his amber eyes to flit over to wherever you are before his soft grin grows wider. You look back, blow a kiss, and he does the same. The action is exchanged before he strides over to give you the real deal— Though, your sweet little peck is all cut short when Joyce and the boys skip in and start making kissy noises, with you and Reiner laughing all the while.
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“Papa,” Gale, the youngest son of the bunch, calls aloud and gains his father’s attention. Reiner peers up from his book and gives a brief, questioning response. “Yes, dove?” It’s a simple, sweet nickname; One that he calls you, Joyce, and the boys.
“Mommy’s in the bathroom crying.” The blonde drops his novel with an punctuating hitch of his breath, the book falling upon the couch with a dull thump. “—Why? Is she alright?” Reiner, the man who generally keeps himself rather poised, is now frantic, sharp brows downturned at his son's statement.
“Uh, I dunno. She’s crying, but smiling too.” This then causes Reiner’s brows to furrow. “Smiling, you say?”
“Yeah. Can we go out to get ice cream today? I wanna get, uh.. Chocolate chip, please!”
Reiner lets a brief laugh slip loose at Gale’s query, but he has to prioritize his wife over a summertime snack. He then begins to make a beeline towards the bathroom, in search of you. “Soon enough, dove. I’ve got to go up there and check on your momma first, alright—?”
Gale then shrugs and hops onto the couch, little feet padding along the spacey seat as the leather creases underneath his weight.
“By the way, Papa,” Reiner then pauses, open to any vital information his son could give, “she has this funny stick thingy in her hand. It’s got two little lines on it and stuff.”
Reiner chokes on his breath, lower lip beginning to tremble and quirk into a smile. If the case is what he thinks it is, he’s got all the reason to bust out with the teary eyes and jovial whimpers, just as he did when receiving the news of his three expected children in the past.
“A stick..?”
“Mhm,” hums Gale, proceeding to jump upon the dark brown couch, “Mama probably wants some chocolate chip ice cream too.”
[ CANONVERSE + MEASLY ATTEMPT AT ANGST + SLIGHTLY FLUFFY ENDING + HOBO EREN! + ELDIAN SCOUT!READER + S4 SPOILERS + INDICATIONS OF MANGA SPOILERS??? ]
A/N; THIS OCCURS BEFORE EREN BEGAN TO INTERACT W/ FALCO + BEFORE EREN SENT THE LETTER TO THE SURVEY CORPS BACK IN PARADIS
WC: 3.3K
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This quaint little bench.
There's a sense of familiarity to the spot that never fails to make a sudden tingle, uncomfortable or otherwise, surge through Eren. Maybe it's the lonesome aura that he feeds off of day by day, practically “bench-ridden”.
Or it's possibly the sickening feeling of staying perched in the seat that reminds him that he could be somewhere else right now.
Somewhere far away from all the war and ostracization, preferably to a place that was closer to home; the island that he spent the majority of his miserable life in, so he'd say. Somewhere that was closer to you.
When he makes himself comfortable on this measly bench, it lasts for hours, if not longer. It's rather saddening, since hardly a single soul pays him mind throughout his wallowing and peering at the ground through vast strands of dark hair. Though, it also has its perks.
Relief, is what it gives him in the slightest; because nobody can watch him grimace to himself, distraught over what he’s becoming. Or, what he’s technically already become. He wouldn't dare say monster, it simply wasn't his place to. It was up to the people that he was bound to hurt in the future as to whether they’d deem him as such.
As trivial as it is, he can't help but think of what he’ll be seen as. Throughout all the plotting, it crosses his mind every minute of every day. Eren thought he was sure to grow past that, gradually grow devoid of emotions. Though, whether he expresses those churning worries or not, they'll still rest weighty, burdening and heavy, so heavy on his sulking shoulders. His name will practically be known as the incessant ringing of fear when heard aloud.
Eren Jaeger.
Eren then frowns deep, nimble fingers clenching at the handgrip of his wooden crutch, due to being in a dilemma that he silently screams over every night— Turning into somebody he’s not. Or better yet, somebody he didn’t know he was.
Before he lets out another sullen huff, the bench creaks. His brows instantly furrow, for it hadn’t made such a sound just for nothing. No, this bench was whining under the abrupt weight being placed among it. Somebody was sitting next to him.
Eren aligns his face to an expression ridden of expression, quicker than the agile way an unknown someone made their way beside him uninvited.
“You must be enjoying yourself here,” he can’t even attempt to cease the shaken, gruntled sound that leaves his lips over hearing a voice. Your voice. Eren knows you all too well.
He also should’ve known that you'd follow after him like you always do, and he knows that it's you who’s fervently, unshakingly searched for him up until now. Until finding him at his lowest, nestled upon this damned bench with a crutch in hand and his left leg half gone.
“Aren't you, Mister Kruger..?” His dull eyes flit up, and you’re already staring right back. Grinning and easing yourself into the wooden seat like this was some vacation.
All this time of staying in such a godforsaken continent must've brought him to the breaking point; hallucinating about the girlfriend that he abandoned all for the sake of moving forward on a baseless account, grasping for an unattainable sense of liberty.
It was either that Jaeger was in the middle of said bittersweet daydream, or you’d taken extreme measures— sneaking past Levi, making your way across the ocean, and enlisting yourself as an Eldian in Marley— all just to see your beloved.
That’s why you and him were such a perfect match— the pair of you were both fucking insane.
“Who would ever like it here..?” Eren sighs his brief retort aloud, accompanied by his pursed lips as he begrudgingly runs a hand along his face.
You always knew how to make Eren so damn angry, with his firm jaw clenched, thick brows downturned and all. Following him was practically a suicide mission; you could easily get caught in the mix of his plans, and you knew that. Of course, you vacuously followed after him anyway.
“Maybe I can make it a little more bearable for you, then.” You sound nothing but genuine, so much that he feels a brooding sensation of alarm. He could only pray that you weren’t planning to endure all the prejudice that came with the territory of being an Eldian in the internment zone. You always had to go out of your way just for the sake of Eren, sticking your neck out and risking it all.
He hated it.
“Go home.” Eren grunts.
“Only if you’re comin’ with.” You then tug at the white armband plastered along your left arm, “So we won’t have to wear these anymore.”
He groans distressfully at the sight. Never in his life did he ever want to see you clad in such a thing, that damned band of bondage.
“Take that off.” You smile to yourself, a brief and subtle one that eases his agitating worries in the slightest, “I’d get in trouble if I did, ‘Ren.” Your eyes flit down to his own arm, bearing the same band on his clothed bicep. Your eyes then drag along his form, which was noticeably burlier, despite being overlaid with such baggy attire.
His left leg, you mentally hum, that’s... new.
You pull your lingering gaze away, but he’s all too quick for you.
“Chopped it off.” Jaeger briskly explains, “What of those bandages over your eye? They just for show or what?” He voices a deep sigh over your questioning, but dubiously responds nonetheless. “I had to gouge it out.”
“What for?”
“It's all part of something bigger.” His tone sounds evident of mental fatigue as he huffs, “Something that you don’t have to worry about.” You merely sigh to yourself before voicing out a call of his name, which you were never bound to get tired of saying. “Eren. I don’t know what you’re planning to do, but I don’t think I like it either.”
“You don’t have to like it.” His words come out gruntled, pained. “Nobody likes war.” With only a few brisk, ever-passing minutes of conversing with Eren after months on end, you quickly realize that his dispiriting, flat-toned way of speech would be the new normal.
“I thought you liked the idea of causing destruction, ‘Ren.” Your chuckle clashes hard with the melancholy aura of the conversation, contradictorily so.
“We aren’t fifteen anymore.” Both you and Eren knew well that it was a rather blatant statement, one that didn't leave much left to further interpretation, but it was deeper than you knew regardless.
“I know, Eren,” Your subtle laughter died as quickly as it came about, a painful chord of realization striking you. Your former boyfriend had drastically changed. You repeat your prior statement once more, begrudgingly allowing your dispiriting reality to seep in a bit more, just in the slightest, “I know.”
“Then don’t treat me like the rambunctious little bastard I used to be. That isn’t me anymore.”
The sudden quiet lingers, and ironically starts to grow all too loud, unbearably so. It isn’t long until you emit a delayed hum, tapping your foot upon the cobblestone floor before maneuvering around on the wooden bench in search of comfort strong enough to break down the unbridling awkwardness.
“... You’re still a bastard, Eren.”
“Am I?” He emits a begrudging huff, one that lets you know that he believes it, even though he doesn’t want to. His thoughts began to flit back to the snippets of the future that he’d received via the paths, all the monstrosities he had to go through with.
Eren leans towards you until his lips are leveled with your ear, his bristling stubble grazing along your skin sparingly. “I’m planning an attack on this shitty continent,” his pitch falters lower until it sounds borderline secretive, “So I guess I really am a bastard.”
He didn’t feel obligated to whip up some conniving bullshit lie with you. You were the only one he’d sworn his unwavering honesty to, not even Armin or Mikasa. You couldn’t understand his reasoning behind that, so the most you could do was treasure it. Maybe it was because he saw so much of himself in you. How much better of a person he could’ve been, if not tainted by the horrors that the world had to offer.
“An attack isn’t necessary.” You retort within a whisper, “There's always other options, are there not? You don’t have to—“
“Let me guess,” Eren breaks away from the chain of hushed speech, one which he’d ironically begun himself. “You want us to run away together, all cooped up in some homey cottage so we can live the sweet life until my years run out.” It was all too scarily accurate to be a plain old scenario, one that seemed thoroughly thought out, as if it had been planned for years on end.
Though, this questionable scenario just didn’t pertain to you. His abrupt choice of words remained disparate with your soul, neither did they click with not one of your countless desires.
“That’s the exact opposite of what I want. Thought you’d know me better,” Your statement comes out as a borderline scoff, “I want what you want, Eren. Freedom.” You’d craved for such all on your own for as long as you could remember, and it definitely wasn’t thanks to him or his distinct ambitions that he’d made clear over the years as a soldier.
The explanation was rather simple. You wished for such because you’d always been that way, just as him. Though, there was an intricacy to Eren himself, that of which you were never quite able to comprehend.
He's always yearned for more than what his humble life had to offer, even as a child overconsumed by boredom.
Though, maybe his crave for “more” was just too much to bear in every aspect. Too much for anyone to give to him, too much for him to retrieve and bear all by himself, and too much to merely attain.
What happens next, though? When you’re unable to acquire what you seek resolutely, what you set your heart on wholly, what you go to bed thinking about? Eren knew the answer to that, and he knew it well.
You take it by force.
“Whether I attain my freedom with or without you doesn’t matter to me.” You continue on, “ I just had to see you again, before you get yourself arrested.” He quirks a brow, but is quick to ease out his facial muscles that reeked of question.
“You told me that your Titan abilities allow you to see into the future, ‘Ren.” You've already caught onto him and his brief “expressions” that you could hardly classify as such. “You saw yourself in a cell, Eren. Did you not?”
“I've been in a cell many times before. Could’ve been a flashback.”
It grows devoid of words between you and him once more, and isn’t as though nobody has anything to say. You had more, much more you were eager to speak of, yearning to talk with him about. Though, just as he stated earlier, Eren wasn’t the same teenage boy you’d familiarized yourself with—Meaning he wasn’t open to having mindless chats for hours on end.
“Before you interrupted me earlier, I was about to say something.” He remains still, hand seeming to eternally rest on the handle of his trusty wooden crutch. “—That you don’t have to go it all alone.”
Eren hums, one that indicates his dim, but lighted spark of intrigue. That wasn’t something he’d been preparing himself to hear, especially from the likes of you. “Send a message back home. A note, letter, something. And as for this attack.. we’ll be there.”
It was already part of his plan to implement the soldiers back home, so this only proved to show that you and him were always on the same page, but only to an extent. It was as though you were in such sync with Eren, line for line, but reading off of two completely separate books, or peering at the world through the same looking glass that simply had two different lens.
Despite your similarities, there’s some qualities to you that he finds rather unrelatable, and he can’t help but question you. Your faith in him, in your comrades, is all but too strong. It practically leaves you vulnerable to the slip ups of the ones you confide in so dearly, and it’ll only result in your mental crumble if they were to. Though, you always defied reality at the end of the day, and did what you felt to be most benefitable.
“What makes you so sure that they’ll be so willing and ready to kill?” Eren questions, despite knowing well of what the outcome will be of said attack. He’d already seen it all play out before, nor was any of it a sight for the lighthearted.
“We’ll be there.” You briskly repeat, “And even if the survey corps don’t show up, just know that I’ll be there.”
Albeit your stern words— which Eren found to be empty claims of you attempting to persuade him that you weren’t still that same teenager that continued to remain utterly hooked on him— You were incredibly loyal to him nonetheless, unwaveringly devoted. It was dangerous.
Eren inhales deep, moments before jabbing a pointer finger at your chest, right where your heart lies beneath.
Your eyes flit between his unmoving digit and the stuck gaze of his remaining eye. He doesn’t look away, doesn’t blink, but continues to allow his thick brows crease into his forehead with a furrowed motion.
“Don’t let this stop beating just because you want to be a follower for an undeserving bastard.” You may not know that he’s wholly pouring his heart into the words he says, and contemplated on making you swear an oath to preserving a life as inestimable valuable to him as yours, that one fact having been the only thing he couldn’t confirm by catching glimpses of the future.
Though, all you do is snicker, grinning in such an untimely manner. He’d known ever since you almost got devoured whole by a Titan and whisked away via ODM with a quirked expression of laughter on your face— You never did know the right time to smile.
“I don’t think you’re undeserving, ‘Ren.”
“I don’t fucking care what you think, [Y/N]. That isn’t what I’m asking of you.” Eren had always appeared rather calm and unnerving throughout his time in Marley, but just your sudden appearance was enough to make his voice sound urgent and strained rather than emotionless.
He proceeded to leave his eye fixated on you, and you could only wish to see the other underneath the array of bandages. Eren stared, and stared some more, his glare obviously more hostile than inviting. Though, there was something about him having his attention on you for such a lengthy duration that left you satisfied regardless, whether he’d been shooting you a lethal glare or a heartwarming smile.
There was more depth to his dull gaze than that of what met the eye. Something almost sinister in that dark turquoise eye of his. The trivial things were all part of a bigger scheme in the mind of Eren "Kruger".
Though, you were all the more significant of a role than any expendable pawn, whether he planned to use you as one to score himself a checkmate at some point in time, or otherwise. Albeit his lack of sincerity, not a single trace of such swirled somewhere far and deep beyond his dreary iris, Eren found it in himself to end up caring for you as he always did. It was this shitty ultimatum, choosing between his lifelong goal and you, that had been weighing him down.
“Don’t you dare end up—“ Jaeger’s statement starts off rigid and persuasive, just to result with a trailed-off speech, his words slurring into lackluster silence.
He clearly doesn’t want you to die— You know exactly what he means, voicing it out just isn’t necessary. Your morality was the last thing you could ever promise the man, and he knows it, yet still demands of you to keep true to such. Even he himself hadn’t had much days left to count.
“Just... Don’t.”
You grasp onto his hand, all sneaky and abrupt as though the action was forbidden. He feels calloused, rugged against your own slender digits, and overall nothing near soft to the touch as it used to be. You interlace his lithe fingers with yours albeit it all, the tense feel of his large palm that you seem to love for whatever reasons.
Eren refuses to allow you take notice, but the most minuscule slips of breath are catching within his throat, all the while you lead his palm to your beating heart. It was a soothing, recurring melody; The song of life, which had almost succeeded in lulling him into a state of momentary peace. His fingers curl lightly, in an attempt to fit well with your own smooth grip, and his hold is something you've gravely missed. Radiating off pure warmth and buzzing passion.
Eren remains frozen in everywhere but in the right hand where he encases yours, and eventually ends up squeezing onto you too tight. Though, you don’t mind it. He always held you that way given any circumstance, and you’ve always loved it.
You stroke the pads of your fingers along his knuckles, ones that have been grazed and bruised in the past, and possibly in the near future.
“I won’t.”
Your response is plain and brief, just the way he had been anticipating to hear it. Eren then sighs, and it isn’t as begrudging and distress-laced this time around. This slight sense of soundness that he was sure he’d never be lucky enough to find or experience ever again, was the very thing you found some way to miraculously gift him with, even if just for a couple seconds at most.
You squeeze his own hand in return, and he allows his eye to slip closed, eliciting a lowly hum. There was some unrecognizable feeling that he couldn’t decipher; It didn’t make his stomach churn for a change, but rather it twisted delightfully. Though, your effect on him wasn’t anything surprising.
“I won’t, Eren.”
Afterall, the pair of you had always been this way.
Levi trotted with a scoff, grumbling profanities as always. He practically manhandled the doorknob to his living quarters, mind blurring between the basic elements of push and pull.
“Shitty door,” murmurs Levi, not used to being this out of it, “and that even shittier company, makin’ me work overtime. I oughta quit—“
The knob then rattled from the other side, and he couldn’t help but let the briefest chuckle slip past his lips over your incoherent giggles, seeming to be rooted from excitement.
“About time, ‘Vi,” with the whish of the opening door, you set your eyes upon Levi with a grin, taking hold onto the black tie of his work attire to pry him further inside the house.
“Is that supposed to mean you missed me?” Once again, Levi characteristically scoffs, despite his wholehearted smile.
“‘Course I missed you, even if you came back by— what time is it, eleven..?” You recalled with a hum, engulfing your lover-man into a hug regardless. Sure, Levi finally arrived with less than an hour left of Valentine’s Day, but you couldn’t blame him. It wasn’t as though he wanted to come home at such a time..
Besides, it seemed as though he was a little caught up with last minute gifting as well, deeming by the pink festive gift bag he held in his unoccupied hand.
“Whatcha’ got there?” You queried jovially, pressing a chaste kiss upon his soft cheek before urging him to sit on the couch, plopping down beside him. The dark haired male sets the bag beside his feet, resting his elbow upon the puffy armrests.
“Whatever it is, it’s for me, yeah?” He snickered over the evident cockiness in your question, though you couldn’t have been closer to the truth. “No, I only bought it to sit and look pretty. Of course it’s for you, brat.”
He exhales, shifting around on the leather seat as subtle sounds emitted in response to his movements. “You know I hate to say the word, but..” you face Levi once you hear his lowered tone, the dark haired male prodding at his inner cheek with his tongue.
“Sorry. For showing up late, I mean. Had to work overtime, out of all the damn days..” He kicks off his shoes all the while, huffing through his nostrils with a subtle eye roll.
“Hey, it's okay. At least you’re here now.” Your reply is genuine, soft. It causes Levi to smile to himself.
“But I’ve just gotta say, That isn’t very fair of them to keep you so late.. Don’t they know you have me to come home to?” You address yourself with a teasing grin, inciting Levi to show a brief one of his own before his expression fell flat as always.
“It’s not as if they care about me. For all I know, they probably think I’m single,” was what he mumbled, watching you nod subtly to show he had your attention. Well, not exactly.
“You just gonna keep glancing between me and the bag or should I take everything in there for myself?” He snickered, picking it up by the drawstrings before allowing it to plunk down upon your lap.
“No, I wanna listen to you before anything else,” you told him, setting it down with a pout. “I’m all ears, ‘Vi.”
“I don’t have much left to say, though,” Levi shrugged, “I’m just..”
“Stressed?” You finished off your boyfriend’s weary statement, earning his lowly huff in reply as he threw his head back onto the sofa’s headrest, eliciting yet another sharp sigh.
“Yeah. More than usual.” admitted Levi, tugging at the base of his tie, which was beginning to feel rather contracting.
“You want a little shoulder rub, my love?” Your suggestion caused the tips of his ears to go red in an instant.
Subtle massages always resulted in something much more lewd than intended with you and Levi, and maybe that was why you’d offered such a thing in the first place. Though, who was he to deny?
“..Yes, please.” His response came out gruff and brief, the grumbling male beginning to rid himself of his blazer.
“The shirt, too.” You mused, gesturing towards his buttoned up dress shirt. “—And what if I don’t?” It was merely a part of his nature to rebel, so you didn’t mind his taunting query. He was simply acting resistant, but that was the Levi you knew and loved.
“Then forget about the massage. It won’t be as effective with clothes in the way,” you stated matter-of-factly, tugging at his collar all too teasingly.
“Bullshit.” He spat, begrudgingly undoing his buttons nonetheless. “Such a good boy,” Levi practically growled in reply to the nickname. You were obviously enjoying this way too much for his liking.
He withdrew his hands from the sleeves with a hint of aggression, tossing it aside before allowing his bare back to press along the cool leather of the couch.
“Quit your damn staring.” Levi said, clicking his teeth before emitting another round of incoherent murmurs. “Calm down, I’m just— admiring.” You whispered, eyes trailing along every ridge and curve of muscle on his body, drinking up the physique of the man before you.
With a height like Levi’s, it would never be expected for him to have such a defined frame. Despite that, you knew well of all the muscle that rippled underneath his button-up shirts and tucked-in ascots.
“Alright, you ready, ‘Vi?” You queried your lover with a grin, albeit you definitely weren’t finished with eyeing his toned abdomen until the image was burned into your visual memory. Although, knowing Levi, he was bound to grow restless if you didn’t make a move.
Shimmying over to straddle Levi’s slim waist, your fingers began off thrumming against his tensed shoulders playfully, earning a groan from him nonetheless. “Relax for me, won’t you?” You muttered, skilled digits threading along his skin, kneading over his contracting muscles.
You were fixed on being painfully teasing, sliding your palms along his bulging triceps while veering closer, lips ghosting along his earlobe. Levi hoped you didn’t catch the way his breath hitched.
“This doesn’t seem like a massage anymore.” Levi spoke strainedly, “You feeling any better?” Was all you asked, averting from his earlier claim, “Well, you’re not doin’ so bad..” he then murmured, subtly shivering over the way your breath fanned upon his neck. He began to tilt his head expectantly, giving you leverage to bombard him with a kiss or two.
“Hey, Levi,”
“Yeah?”
With the mischievous gleam you send him, his stomach delightfully twirls. You run your hands along his firm chest, palms gliding across his flawless skin before you tuck aimless strands of hair behind his ear, fingers grazing against his undercut.
“You want a blowie, too..?” He practically chokes, albeit his hooded obsidian eyes peering up at you yearningly. “You horny little monster—“ he isn’t even halfway through with his sentence when you slide yourself off of him, your knees meeting with the fuzzy carpet below.
“Yes or no, ‘Vi?” Your query is accompanied with a persuading smile, hands running along his slack-clothed thighs, threateningly close to his zipper.
It wasn’t always like this; Levi would usually be the one having you blubbering and whining for his touch in mere seconds. Though, he was going to let you have this, just for today. It was the most he could do to make it up to you after leaving you by your lonesome on Valentines. Besides, it’d be a blatant, almost painful lie if he claimed that he wasn’t already enjoying it all.
“Just touch me already, dammit..” his grouching sounded more pleading than he’d wanted it to come across, but it seemed to work in his favor, considering how your hands dove to undo his belt.
Your fingers move nimbly, tugging at Levi’s slacks until he complies with the lifting of his hips, aiding you in slipping them past his hips until they pool at his ankles. To your delight, his member was already protruding underneath the thin of his skin tight briefs, subtly twitching while clad in his underwear.
“You’re too cute, ‘Vi.” you swoon, dragging your fingers along his drool-worthy bulge. He then averts his obsidian eyes from yours, light hues of pink gracing his cheeks, breathing growing ragged. “Gettin’ all excited just because of a shoulder rub—“
“Fuck you.” he rasps, thighs tensing as he claws at the armrest.
“Geez, babe,” you chuckled lightly over his vulgarity, “I just wanna make you feel good after such a long day..” he was sure you were more fixated on sucking his cock, but sure, your statement worked out too..
The expression you held was one that Levi knew all too well, from the moment you'd pulled him in from the length of his tie to now, ridding him of those all-too-restricting boxers.
Need. You needed him. Luckily, your loverman was more than willing to give in to your fervor for him.
You release the elastic of his briefs with a light snap before watching his cock bob against his abdomen, the lubricating precum causing the swell of his cockhead to look so sheen, so suckable.
“I don’t like the way you’re eyeing me, brat,” Levi heaved, eliciting a choked gasp once your dainty hands wrapped around him, “Should I look away, then? Your dick is out, so I really can’t help but stare.” You voiced out a taunting giggle.
They’re such a fuckin’ brat.. Levi had to scowl internally, since he was too busy stifling his pretty little groans on the outside.
“You were all I could think about today, ‘Vi.” You whisper, your fingers pressing firm along the underside of his cock, “I'm trying so hard to hold back from touching you all over,”
“I ain't stopping you,” retorted Levi breathlessly, expression smug albeit his reddened cheeks and hooded eyes. Your unoccupied hand inched along his knee, achingly dragging your fingers across until you reached his athletically firm inner thigh.
“Fine then” you mused, “Just try not to cum so early, love.”
Levi relentlessly stirred in his seat just as you decided to implement something that was sure to drive him mad; your tongue. His twitching cock prodded at your anticipating lips before sinking into your mouth swiftly, weighty and resting on your tongue with a repetitive throb. His saline-like precum tasted borderline saccharine as you relished the feel of his thickness encasing your mouth.
“Oh, fuck,” Levi voiced out an explicit moan with his head thrown back, the swirl of your tongue lathering at his cockhead causing him to seethe in pleasure. You ran your tongue against the underside of his length, trailing your wet muscle along the healthy veins that littered his dick.
By the moment his breathing picks up, you pull yourself off with a faint pop. Saliva coating your lips as you pressed them against his pink, raging tip, eyeing your boyfriend as he drank up each and every one of your wet kisses.
“I love having you in my mouth, baby,” you swooned, your dainty hand gripping him at the base as the other slid over to his balls, fondling and kneading until Levi elicited a lengthy grunt.
“I wanna taste you too,” He eventually uttered out, breathless but determined. “But I wanted to please you..! Leviiii—” he suddenly teeters towards you, cutting off your anticipated whine with a kiss, fervent and open mouthed, darting his tongue within your mouth just to hear your squeals.
“No buts. Let me, [Y/N].” He drawled out his plea, voice deep and guttural, bubbling with lust.
“I want you to sit on my face,” Levi narrated his desire between your shared kisses, “But if you really wanna suck me off that damn bad, I've got a clue of how we could make it work.” Your ears perk up at his offer, your lips curving into a grin against his.
“A six-nine, huh? Who knew you could be so fun?” You taunted, punctuating your claim with the tug of your teeth upon his bottom lip.
“Just get on top of me before I change my mind..” hissed Levi, shifting over from being seated and looming over you to lying flat on the couch. “Come,” he induced you to crawl towards him, his expression holding a complacent beam once you made your way over, his hands immediately beginning to roam along your ass while you pressed yet another chaste kiss on his tip.
“Take these off or they’re gettin’ ripped.” he’d demanded of you, eyeing and plucking at your polka-dot baby blue panties with a glare so craving that you could feel it— and it made your essence seep into the sheer material.
“So fuckin’ wet. You’re all riled up for me, yeah?” He murmured lowly, allowing you to raise your legs from either side of his face, tugging and shimmying your underwear down until you kicked them off of your ankle.
“Only you, Levi,” your words were hardly above a whisper, his member standing erected before your face, throbbing from the way your breath fanned upon it.
“Fuck, just look at the way you’re dripping..” just as he spat his vulgar words, his strong hands finding their way upon your ass once again, he’d bucked his hips up, lunging his cock straight into your awaiting mouth, cockhead nudging at the back of your throat.
“Ngh—!”
“‘Bet you want me to fucking devour this cunt of yours, don’t you, brat?” Levi seethed, his breathy chuckle causing your pussy to throb, sounding almost condescending. “Hm? Is that what you want? Eat you out ‘til you’re crying?”
Levi then thrusts up into your mouth yet again, his pace steady as your saliva trails along the side of his pulsing dick, your murmurs converting into pleasurable shivers that ran from his sensitive tip all the way to the tensing in his abdomen.
“M-mhm..” your humming earns a guttural groan from the male underneath you, his warm breath fanning along your fluttering cunt. As much as you anticipated his touch, he found great fun in making you whine and wait. But that teasing entertainment would only last for long. Afterall, he practically pleaded to get a taste of you..
Once he finally ran his tongue along your slicked folds and lower lips, it was pure bliss. You shuddered over how he groaned against your heat, sinking lower onto his cock, as his wet pink muscle began to traverse through your cunt all the while.
“Damn,” Levi merely chuckles somewhat drunkenly, swiping the tip of his tongue against your awaiting clit, grinning once you begin to spasm above him, subtle but noticeable.
“You like that?” queries Levi, tongue making contact with your delicate bud as he suckles and licks, earning your muffled moans vibrating along his throbbing girth.
“Don’t stop sucking my cock, brat,” he then warns, popping his lips off of your convulsing heat, hips swiftly rolling up as his thick shaft stuffed your mouth.
You grind yourself against his mouth in response, eliciting a croaked sob when he abruptly jutted out tongue, gliding it from your puckering, drooling hole to your puffy clit.
“L-Levi—!” You pop your mouth off of his cock, emitting a warbled cry of his name. “Keep touchin’ me,'' he breathes, slender fingers digging into your hips as he grinds your saccharine, sopping cunt along his flickering tongue, your fervent rocking leaving him gasping for air.
You can’t help but bite your lip over his ministrations, getting your hands to work as they twist and writhe around his length. “I-inside, ‘Vi, inside,” you plead of your lover, lightly bouncing your pussy against his essence-lathered lips.
“Want me to tongue fuck your pretty pussy? Make you feel good?” He snickers darkly, prodding the oral muscle at your fluttering hole mockingly, “Then beg.”
“You’re so mean,” you whimper while your hands continue working at his cock, quickly giving in to his demands nonetheless, “Please, put your tongue inside me, Levi—“
A lengthy wail is forced out of you before finishing your statement, his tongue inserting you with a swift and warm thrust, swirling along your clenching walls before retracting back into his mouth and propelling right back inside, lewdly slurping at your juices with a lustful vigor.
“Fuck, fuck fuck!” Your repetitive cries of stimulation cause Levi’s tensing member to throb heavily, pulsing against the messy, pleasureful rubs of your fingers.
“Tastes so fucking good,” he incoherently grunts beneath you, gently rotating his hot, salivating tongue inside your spongy, rapidly tightening walls, his own climax beginning to evolve from indistinct twitches to lurid shudders.
The sloppy and brisk flicks of your wrist cause vulgar, arousing squelches to elicit as your palm massages his fairly wet thickness, shakenly licking and sucking at his cockhead as his tongue’s ministrations did none but continue, ravaging at your swollen clit despite the way your body violently shuddered above him.
“—g-gonna cum!” Levi simply hums against your cunt in response to your moaned sobs.
“Then cum. Cum in my mouth.”
You squeeze at his shaft, as if bracing for the blissful impact before emitting a lengthy, dulcet moan, your essence gushing upon Levi’s skilled tongue, legs trembling. He does nothing but drink you up lewdly, brows deeply furrowed as he groans into your pussy.
“Fuck, I’m cumming,” Levi then curses within a low, strained groan of his own, thrusting his hips up vigorously until thick, white ropes spurt out from his throbbing cock and onto your agape mouth, dribbling down your lips as you lazily dart out your tongue, letting it run down your throat with a sleepy hum.
You gradually settle your spent body on his own, resting your cheek against his firm thigh as he rubs at your hips consolingly, fingers skimming along the small of your back.
“...You’re the most admirable brat I’ve ever known, y’know. Made this shitty day a little bearable, made me feel good.” you elicited a soft chuckle over Levi’s uttered attempt at a compliment. At least he had the right spirit, you’d say.
“Love you, ‘Vi,” you murmured genuinely.
“I love you more.” whispers Levi, arms circling around your waist from beneath you. “By the way, there’s money in the bag.”
You suddenly spring up from your lax position, lidded eyes peering at the gift bag with newfound vitality.
“How much yen, ‘Vi?” You question, grinning widely.
“See for yourself.” retorts Levi.
You crawl off of his toned but relaxed form, peeking into the red-magenta bag expectantly as you dig past the pink bows and layering paper. He can’t hold back his grin when you emit a grateful squeal.
You turn back to Levi, laying your head right against his bare chest, bodies mingling as his hands run down to encase your hips, while your hand runs along his subtly barbed undercut.
“You’re the best, sugar daddy~” he grunts in distaste over your snickered joke, “I’m not your gotdamn sugar daddy, you little brat..” he grumbled, his palm landing against your ass with a faint smacking sound.
You take his ministrations lightly, giggling over the subtle spanking. Though, it seemed that Levi merely wasn’t in the joking mood. It isn’t even five seconds after that when you’re flipped over, practically manhandled with Levi’s raw strength, the dark haired male now hovering over your pretty frame upon the spacey couch.
“Now that I think of it,” you’re anticipating his answer more than anything else, smugly grinning up at him expectantly as his hands encase your wrists, pinning them beside your head. Levi’s breath fans and tingles against your ear, your boyfriend apparently harboring a new surge of libido, “It seems like this brat needs a bit of punishment.”
there's so much to love about baji. his long onyx tresses that reach past his broad shoulders just a little, and it frames his stunning face so well. his thick brows that are always arched with expression, and the wildness of his toothy grin never fails to characterize him. it never wavers, that sharp smile of his. maybe it's because he gets the luxury to be hanging around you all the time. if you ask him, that's definitely something to smile about.
baji's something of an open book, but one that rests at the very top shelf, that one place that's so hard to reach. and once you skim your eyes along his pages, you come to realize that there's more to him than an undying smirk and the never ending will to fight. he's loyal, which is yet another little thing about baji that you catch onto, so loyal. he can put up a front like it's nobody's business, yet he reeks of sincerity when with you and only you.
you can never seem to forget about baji's wholesome touch, especially how it always lingers. every small advancement he makes leaves you even fonder of him than before. he pecks and hugs with a teasing nature behind every ministration.
kisses start with the stretch of his lips grinning against yours, and end with him peering at you through lidded grey eyes, raking his hair back because he knows how much you love it when he does so. and when you mumble and whine about how your face is growing hotter by the second, face nuzzling into his chest, he can't help but snicker. when your head rises up to send him a pouty glare, he flashes a beam that almost comes across as menacing. what? is always his first word of defense, you're just too cute.
baji and his habitual biting sets you ablaze. maybe he doesn't mean for it to have such lasting effect on you, but it does. your neck, your lips, the slope of your shoulder; he finds it harmless to rouse you up with a few nibbles. he's the king of jumpscares, you'd say.
his go-to (and only) method appears benign at first, for he simply strides up from behind and hugs you, arms looping around your waist with his chin finding purchase on your shoulder. a few minutes in, and it's still just a mere, lighthearted hug, this intimate act of good-nature. that's until he abruptly chomps at your plush skin, his muffled chuckles vibrating into that sensitive crevice of your neck. the pressure may be mild, or maybe it isn't, but it never fails to make you shout and giggle all at once.
you should've gotten used to it by now, should've been well acquainted with him and all those endearing little things about him, but baji's just too predictably unpredictable.
(tagging: @ni-koi | even though it was brief, chatting abt baji with you was fun! *and it definitely made my brainrot increase 😩 i've been daydreaming of him for the past four hours </3 )
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Maybe Eren shouldn’t have said such things. Maybe, just maybe, he took this a little too far. Because now, due to his relentless teasing, you were making the car rock within the all too small proximity of a parking zone, bouncing on his dick without remorse.
“W-was just kidding—!” His wail came out breathy and warbled, as though he was pleading with you, but just wasn’t sure whether he should’ve been telling you ‘dont fucking stop’, or not.
The sidewalks were littered in brooding streetlamps, lights shining a pretty pink for the sake of Valentine’s Day.
The pair of you were merely waiting outside of a renowned restaurant, sitting in the comfort of Eren’s vehicle to kill the time until your reservation was acknowledged. Though, someone decided it would be a good idea to whisper careless little nothings into your ear, without knowing how much you truly yearned for him throughout the day.
Eren’s mindless teasing was simply your breaking point. You were bound to get what you wanted, whether it was by the time you got home or right in this moment, sliding down his length and panting like a bitch in heat.
“Fuck, Calm down, [Y/N], you’re rocking the fuckin’ car—”
“I thought you said you wanted me to ride you? To fuck you in the driver’s seat..” you merely giggled in reply, eliciting a pitchy moan right beside his ear— which had only caused his cock to throb more than it already was, his twitching length pulsing with every clenching motion of your spongy walls.
Your boyfriend was bound to lose his mind; with the way your hands mangled into his black locks, gripping at it fervently and ruining his neat low bun. How you were fucking yourself on him, slamming your ass down along his girthy dick before purposely leaning towards his ears, letting the sweetest, prettiest moan ripple past your throat to his delight. How you practically sucked him in further with your essence-dripping core, the walls of your pussy taking him all too well, stretching out just for him, convulsing around him with fervor.
The dark haired male utterly loved every risky second of it, from the moment you shimmied out of the restraint of your clothes up until now, bouncing all too prettily upon Eren for him to handle. It was too new for him, the whole experience.
Eren was all for asserting his dominance; judging by how he’d practically rather die than show the slightest hint of submission. Though, being with you had made him finally realize; it was a good thing to let people take care of him. It was a rather effective tactic, he thought. He treats you to a romantic dinner out in the city, filled with giggles and playing footsies underneath the table, and taste-testing exotic foods with names that were rather too long.
In return, you fuck him stupid. The concept was new, yet pleasant.
“Am I makin’ you feel good, babe? Hm?” You taunt him with a grin, gazing upon his flushed face through lidded eyes, abruptly deciding to swirl your hips, your slick drenching his cock and inner thighs. “Fuck yeah,” Eren groaned aloud, head thrown back as jumbles of grunts and profanities slipped past his lips.
He then took hold of your hips, ardently gripping at them with phantom-white knuckles, altering your pace while grinding you against him with the power of his large palms. “I did tell you to fuck me in the car,” he panted aloud through his agape mouth, humming sighfully once you placed your forehead against his, your tightness sinking along his girth with every movement of his hands upon your waist.
“But didn't I say to take it nice and slow..?”
You only mewl in reply, clawing at Eren’s shoulders once he rolls his hips up, prominent cockhead nudging against your cervix. Your lack of a verbal response eventually spurs him on, an abrupt smack landing on the meat of your ass, causing you to elicit the prettiest whimper.
“Moan for me,” he rasped along your earlobe, unleashing yet another sharp hit of his large palm against your spank-stung bottom. “E-Eren—!”
“Louder.” he groans, shifting lower into his seat as he repositioned himself, thrusting up and beginning to jackhammer himself into your squelching cunt. Your wracked sobs did none but make him grin satisfiedly, bucking his hips and prodding at all your sweet spots with the utmost expertise. Sure, you'd caught Eren off guard at first, but it was all too easy for him to turn the tables on you; he just knew your body too well.
“Fuckk, Eren,” you cry out to him, attempting to bounce yourself along his thickness once more. He aided your ministrations, slamming you down, then sliding you up with such an anticipating pace, your core dribbling it’s essence along the underside of his dick before he hurled you back down once again, doing so with a shaky moan.
“That’s it, bounce on my fucking cock,” Eren mused in reply to your sensual whimpers, the pads of his fingers digging into the curve of your waist, before trailing down to knead at your fleshy ass, beads of sweat running down his defined, aglowing face.
“—Parking slot number 37. Reservation for E. Jaeger,” By the second his name is mentioned, you and Eren freeze, bodies twitching in anticipated release, the subtle, pleasureful pulsing of your cunt sending him on edge.
“Shh, baby, quiet,” he murmurs, bringing his fingers up to your panting mouth. His prodding digits eventually slip past and rest upon your salivating tongue, your lips wrapping around his nimble fingers to muffle any and all moans.
“Eren? Eron? Erin Yaegar? Am I even saying the name right..?” Said employee questioned themself amidst the repetitive calls of your boyfriend’s name, who was now rolling his hips up painfully slowly, breath hitching with every sensational ministration.
“If you wanna cum, you've gotta keep it down, princess,” Eren warned breathily, pulling your body flush against his as he continued to thrust, deeply and gradually, until the tight, knotlike pressure in your gut abruptly snapped with the way his cockhead pressed along your walls, now squeezing along his shaft fervently, your broken whines vibrating onto his fingers.
“Holy fuck, baby, I'm cumming—” Eren then reverts his hips back, slipping out his throbbing cock merely seconds before white spurts of his warm cum seep out of his tip and onto his slim, defined abdomen, lowly groaning all the while.
“Damn, look what you got us into..” his supposed scolding comes out as a whispered chuckle, arms wrapping around your waist as you snuggled up to him, your head resting upon his rising and falling chest.
“So, baby,” Eren speaks up once more, finally acknowledging yours and his past due reservation, “You hungry?”
《𝐌𝗼𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧/𝐂𝗼𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞 𝐀𝐔 + 𝗺𝐚𝐧𝐛𝐮𝐧 𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝗼’𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐲 𝗺𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐥𝗼𝗺𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚𝐜 》
Recurring foot tapping. The rapid clicks of a pen. Lengthy, contagious yawns that forced you to do the same, eliciting stifled huffs of air under your breath.
Eren fucking Jaeger. He did this during every single lecture. Maybe if he was a little more considerate, just maybe, perhaps you’d wield more tolerance for the brunette haired male. Though, you’d be lying if you said he wasn’t somewhat admirable..
“Hey,” you elicited the lowest rendered whisper.
“Hm?”
The male’s brunette locks swayed with his motions as he snapped his head towards you, tucking back an irritating strand of hair before setting his eyes on you.
“Do you just come into class with the agenda to piss everyone off or what?” He only scoffs at your rhetorical claim, his formerly neutral expression being taken over by a growing smirk.
“Geez, [Y/N],” said male let out a chuckle, “Someone’s not havin’ a good day..” murmured Eren, his thick eyebrows’ rising with intrigue, “And someone keeps making tons of noise. In case you didn’t know, that's you, Jaeger.” Was your hushed retort, intent on keeping your whispers away from the ears of your lecturer, “Cut that shit out already, will you?”
Despite your efforts to show distaste towards the brunette heartthrob, you couldn’t hold back the excited grin that your lips were curved up into, Eren beginning to lightly and playfully hit his knee against yours, in an attempt to earn more of a rise out of you.
“Fine, fine,” he spoke words of compliance, putting an end to the bobbing of his thumb against the pen and his hyperactive bouncing knee.
Eren’s hands splayed across his desk with slight twitches that you couldn’t help but notice, as if they were just itching to put their hands on something.
“Oi, Jaeger,” you said to him once more, “What’s the deal with those bite marks?”
His hand was completely littered in them, the dent-like strawberry marks looking almost imprinted into his slightly tan flesh. It was a marvel considering how you’d never spotted them before. Maybe it was the fact that he was always moving, the eager rush of his personality and overall being was too much for you to catch up to.
“Huh?” It seemed as though he loved to sound oblivious, always starting his reply with a lowly hum. “Ohhh, these.” He came to the realization, drawling out his words.
“I’ve had ‘em since I was born, my mom says. Must've gotten these weird-ass birthmarks in a past life or something, yeah?”
You eyed them once more, your stare lingering before bringing your attention back to Eren, skimming over the lengthy brown locks that he'd push back every now and then.
“..yeah, maybe so.”
He quirked a brow once more, fingers drumming against his desk with a sense of enthrallment, questioning as to where this interaction with you would lead.
Despite all the months you’d spent sitting alongside each other, words were hardly exchanged between you two. Well, at least not as much as right now.
For the first time, Eren was glad about his never-ending habit of being a nuisance.
“Damn, that sounded disapproving.. What, am I freaking you out already?” He couldn’t hold back his hearty laugh, though his chuckles began to simmer once he laid eyes on your subtle, tolerating grin.
You leaned towards Eren, just in the slightest, before informing him of your genuine thoughts with a whisper.
“No, no. Don’t get me wrong, Jaeger. I think you look pretty damn cool with ‘em.” Your statement did all but make his breath hitch. The sharp inhale Eren took seemed more refreshing than ever before, the male allowing his own warm smile to overtake his charming features.
You think so..? His thoughts rang throughout his head with question, slight shock, and overall admiration. Apart from his friend group, most people he encountered always found him an annoyance, too brash and spunky.
He could’ve sworn you were the same, deeming the way you’d subtly found another way to tell him to shut the hell up. Foot -tapping Eren should’ve known by now, but he apparently didn’t. Albeit living a good nineteen years, it was only clear to him as of now; Some people were different. A good kind of different.
“Ah, [Y/N],” The brunette emitted a sultry sigh, peering at you past the hair that clouded his peripheral vision, “If you think I’m hot, then just say so,” was Eren’s teasing attempt of a reply, his pearly whites being exposed as he beamed eagerly, watching you shake your head over his sudden enthusiasm.
“There you go again,” you said within a chuckle, just to earn a confused glance from him and his bright green eyes. “Tappin’ that foot of yours again. And your fingers are drumming on the table too. Did someone give you too much sugar this morning?” You scoffed playfully, just as Eren glanced down to see that your observations were true.
Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to have a meaningless coffee-drinking competition with Jean and Connie at two in the morning. Just his luck, Eren forgot that he’d be attending a morning class, which meant there was no time for his hyperactivity to wear off..
“Don’t mind it,” he shrugged off, “Just didn’t get enough sleep.” You briefly nodded as a response despite his painfully obvious lie, basking in the silent but serene pause between you and him.
“..I think holding your hand would do you some good,” you whispered in a suggestive tone, your fingers inching closer to his daringly.
“Ah, so we’re shooting shots now? If that’s the case, you think I’ve got a chance, hm?” His overly exerted confidence was borderline attractive, considering why it didn’t take much for him to break down any lasting standoff attitude you had left.
You exhaled through your nose with a light chuckle, “I’m not gonna answer that question, Jaeger.” Was all you said, drawing your hand away from his with lingering skepticism, your eyes grazing over the way his full, pretty lips molded into a pout.
“Why the hesitation? C’mon, [Y/N], I don’t bite!” He then paused momentarily, right before looking back to you eagerly, a mischievous glimmer swirling around in his sea green orbs.
“Unless you want me to. I could make one or two exceptions for you~” You snorted amusedly, enlightening Eren with your breathy scoffs. “Lookin’ forward to it, Jaeger..” you retorted, the grin on your face subtle but content.
Eren’s lengthy fingers had interlaced within yours before you’d even gotten the slim chance to shoot him another warm glance, but his sturdy hold was even warmer.
“Woah, your hands are soft—!“ the long-haired brunette whisper-yelled eagerly, the pads of his fingers brushing against your knuckles with your palms flush together, “We oughta’ do this more often, yeah..?”
Eren truly was rather admirable, especially with his cheeks reddening to such a pretty, rosy hue, his unusually firm grip on your hand feeling somewhat comforting, as though you wouldn’t mind for him to hold you any tighter.
“We oughta’ do this more often, yeah..?”
His encouraging claims began to encase your thoughts, flurries of excitement bubbling in your stomach, even if you’d never show. Your thumb skimmed over the faint, pink marks on his hand, eliciting light hums as you got a feel of him and his hands, which were a beauty all on their own.
Once more, the green-eyed male’s affectionate offer reached your mind. The thought of this subtle intimacy with a flirty acquaintance becoming more of a routine made your heart leap. Luckily for Eren Jaeger, you didn’t oppose the thought.
— BREAKING UP WITH THE AOT TRAITORS (REINER BRAUN)
— an angsty drabble containing: reiner coming clean about who he is.
“You gonna tell me what happened to your arm while we’re here?” You questioned your boyfriend lightheartedly, rubbing your hand along the clothed bicep of his arm that hadn’t taken any damage.
Your brewing suspicions only rose when you caught on to the lowly huff Reiner elicited, the male tugging at the makeshift arm sling as his broad form stood before yours, the pair of you inhabiting a currently empty mess hall.
Reiner brought you here with a sense of anxiety that you failed to put your finger on, away from the rest of your 104th peers for whatever reasons, and he seemed to be rendered helpless of saying a word, other than averting his honey brown gaze from yours and clearing his throat gruffly.
“Reiner? Dear?”
“[Y/N],”
The blonde’s tone came out huskily, his hand that was free from injuries moving up to rake across his lowly cut hair. Reiner’s call of your name fell from those tense lips of his, the brooding male beginning to shift his footing as you eyed him intently.
“I’ve got to tell you something,” He finally mustered to announce, “You have to promise me... that you won't lose your shit or anything, okay?”
Your brows furrowed subtly over his eerie statement. “Depends on what it is, dear.” You scoffed aloud, “Hopefully it isn’t too bad,” Reiner winced. He sighed deeply, punctuating it with the grit of his teeth. This would sound bad to your ears. Horribly, terribly bad.
“… What's wrong?” It was at that moment when you queried him that he wished you weren’t so good at reading people. Or maybe he just looked that obvious.
Reiner only managed to shrug, the lax movement clashing with the rigid look that overtook his defined features.
“I mean, how bad could it be?” Your attempts to lift the mood only made the weighing guilt on his shoulders all the more heavier. “It’s not like you're a titan or anything, lighten up! Now that would be the worst case scenario—“
“—And what would be so wrong with that, [Y/N]?”
Dammit. He mentally cursed himself the moment those words left his mouth. This is exactly what the blonde didn’t want to happen. He knew himself too well, despite his deceiving, doubling persona. He was bound to grow defensive, and you noticed it. Your glare significantly sharpened as you gazed across his stern expression, right before breaking into a fit of subtle chuckles.
“Reiner, what in the world would be right with that..?” You guffawed at your boyfriend, laughs slimming to none once you laid eyes on his clenched fist and knit brows.
This was going absolutely nowhere, and just as Reiner told you before, he had something urgent to say. You were just going to have to brace for the impact of the untold truth.
”Dear, you have to listen to me.” The emphasis behind his pleasing words had silenced you almost immediately. Deep, shaken breaths were taken by Reiner just before he began his confessions.
“I’m the Armored Titan. Bertholt holds the powers of one as well, but I have to tell you about mine personally.” His thinly, neat brows began to knit together once he saw your growing smile.
Definitely, obviously the last thing he was expecting..
“Ah, so you brought me here to tell me a joke or two? Oh, Reiner. Always trying to make me laugh, you sweetheart,” he felt immensely saddened, for you trusted him too much to even register what he’d said as the truth. But he had to make his mission known to you. Whether you liked it or not, you had to understand him.
“If I wanted to joke around, I would’ve joined MP just to work my way down to Jester.” His words cut through your ears rather sharply, as if something had finally dawned on you.
Your figure abruptly grew stiff, and he’d always loved how your frame was much smaller in comparison to his. Despite that, indulging you with a hug wasn’t the wisest option in that given moment.
“Repeat what you said.” Your words weren’t a statement, more of an order. Given the trauma he was bound to put you through in the next passing minutes, the least that the blonde could do was oblige.
“I am the Armored Titan.” Reiner admitted with drawled speech once more, just to be interrupted with your own brash claim.
“No you’re not.”
Now it was Braun’s turn to scoff. “Who are you to tell me?” Albeit the look of horror that glazed across your face, he found your statement to be somewhat amusing.
“The Armored Titan is notorious for setting destruction to the walls, inciting countless murders. But you’re not a murderer, Reiner. You’re a scout, aid to humanity, my partner, my best friend—“
“I’m a warrior, [L/N].” His own breath hitched within his throat once he reminded himself of his terroristic duties.
It was painfully hard for Reiner to recollect when you were close to tearing up, gradually unraveling right before him, and he was to blame.
Your heart thrummed almost uncomfortably, your brain racking over his words that you considered senseless. You took it into a disheartening account, despite the dull pain of betrayal encasing your body, thinking it all over until it seemed almost rational.
If Eren held such an ability, it wouldn’t be impossible for Reiner to wield it too. Fuck, you were going crazy. You had to be.
“N-no,” you stammered haplessly, “you’re.. You're not—“
It was up to Reiner whether he wanted to stay composed or explain his predicament with a hint of rage, and unfortunately for you, it was seeming to fall on the latter.
“I know what I’ve done, no need for you to narrate it. All you have to know is that it was my duty, for the good of all humanity.” He was actually, truly, attempting to justify mass murder. This wasn’t the Reiner you knew. Perhaps you didn't even know him well at all. Just your shitty luck, you fell for a—
“Traitor.”
By the moment Reiner’s free hand flew to encase your wrist harshly, in response to your uttered statement, you were too dazed to take notice. “I haven’t betrayed anyone.”
“I’m a fucking idiot, aren’t I?” You ignored the strained speech of the tensive male before you, emitting a stifled sob, sounding on the verge of a pained giggle, “I’m in love with a mass murderer.” It was his first time witnessing you mention him with the word ‘love’, and it would probably be his last as well.
“If you’d cooperate, maybe I could bring you back to my hometown. I could spare you, save you—“
“I’d rather die by the hands of a Titan.” Your profound claim was elicited shakily, cheeks already tear stained before you could take your quiet sobs into account.
“[Y/N]? Why are you crying..?” Out of all the times, his brain had to fuck him over at this horribly timed moment, the blonde beginning to mesh his warrior tributes with his fabricated life as a human soldier. Your watery eyes grew cold over his oblivious queries, glossed over with tears and simmering, steaming fury.
Once his hand had tried ever so innocently to cup your cheek, you were bound to put your hands on him until he'd have more than a broken arm to worry about. Your head jerked away in an instant, a creeping shiver making its way up your spine once you thought of all the blood on his hands— that he’d ever so casually tried to touch you with.
“You’re losing your fucking mind, Braun. Be a warrior for all I care, whatever that is. As of right now, it’s my duty to inform everyone of the enemy we have in our midst.”
Losing his mind..
Of course, Reiner knew that much. But having lost you in that moment in time was all the more painful to endure. Besides, it’d be a lie if he claimed that he wasn’t feeling any other significant emotion as of now..
Since he’d decided to be brutally honest with you, he’d have to do so with himself too— Judging by your taut, dark expression, you seemed to be plotting on snapping his muscular neck right in half. Reiner was legitimately frightened.
But it wasn’t as if he was no match for you; the blonde knew well that he could land a brief bite on his forearm and have the ability to crush you in mere seconds. Though, the problem was that he’d grown more attached to you then he planned.
Gaining a significant other was merely a perk that would aid him in looking all the more convincing, and your infatuation with him was what he saw as an opportunity at first. That was until you taught him that there were other emotions as opposed to depression and rage. You’d acknowledge and uplift the male to no end, holding a lovestruck grin all the while. Little did you know that your lover was utterly undeserving.
You gained power over Reiner Braun that he classified as dangerous. You were immune to his wrath, due to the fact that he’d rather end his own life instead of yours.
He hadn’t even noticed the moment you’d left him by his lonesome in the mess hall, probably on your way to inform all the Scout Commanders of his true intentions.
Reiner’s breathing came to a halt, rewinding the past few minutes in his head until it became an unbearable loop. He practically whimpered over the distasteful way you’d glared him down, beginning to consider this as his most crippling defeat. You utterly despised him now, that was clear enough to see.
