not really used to receiving cuddles, you being his first actual girlfriend
so when you cuddle with him for the first time, he’s a little awkward
would pretend to hate it at first, turning away to hide his flustered state
gives in after seeing your big doe eyes looking back up at him and you gently tugging his shirt
switches between big spoon and little spoon
but usually the big spoon
smells of cedar, sandalwood and roses, his naturally sweet musk
he lightly chuckles and blushes when he notices you sniffing him curiously, like a puppy, moving you closer to him
plays with your hair, gently running it through his slender fingers
you pull him in for a gentle tender kiss, your soft, plump lips against his suprisingly soft lips, the taste of your strawberry lipgloss lingering his tastebuds
on chilly days, his body heat warms you up
he’s basically a human sized heater
he gently kisses your forehead, noticing you getting sleepy from the ambience
you both fall asleep in each others embrace, fondly snuggling the other <3
you wake up after an hour or so
you blush and giggle cheekily, taking a picture of eren’s peaceful sleeping form, with his face relaxed for once, slightly drooling
you set it as your wallpaper, contemplating posting it on your story
he would actually flip and kill you
not really lol, he has such a soft spot for you <3
happy birthday to eren yeager, the freest boy in the world ♡ !!
At age 10 y/n ran to eren’s house excitedly to show him her new favorite book(she and armin both had interests in what was past the walls etc), “look eren this new book i brought with me explains the idea of reincarnation and if those lover’s love was very strong it has the possibility to transcend multiple lifetimes until the lovers meet again!!” . although the 10 year old boy didn’t seem to believe or entertain the idea of it . “you actually believe in this y/n?” eren asked raising a brow catching the girl by surprise.
y/n was blushing on her cheeks to the point where it looked like it was rosy. twirling her hair with her finger hugging her knees to her chest . “I-I just think it’s nice , waiting for that person you love to reunite at last”. y/n was “cutely blushing” at least in erens eyes she was ‘shit, was y/n always this cute?’. while teal/green eyed boy was flipping through the pages of y/n’s book armin noticed a very obvious blush on eren’s face.
When you him asked what he wanted for his birthday, he thought about it quickly and said,
“nothing my love, Im all good” leaning in to give you a kiss on the cheek, while kneeding your thigh.
But then he really, really thought about it. Thought about how fucking soft you feel underneath his callous palm. He is looking at you up and down through now half lidded eyes. How nice you look right now in that black cami vest, shorts and that pretty gold chain marked with an ‘E’ that sits prettily in between your cleavage. He also thinks you’d look dead sexy dancing, in lingerie, on his fucking lap.
You feel his warm hand travel slowly, slowly up your body from your pudgy thighs, round your breast and to your neck. He fiddles with the letter in between his thumb and index finger carefully, before flicking his jaded eyes on yours. He’s got that glint in them. The one that makes your heart race a little faster in your chest and in your clit. He can feel both right now. Still staring into you, he leans closer, wraps his hand around your throat and squeezes a little feeling you tense slightly. While grazing his lips against yours.
“I want you to dance for me baby, that’s what I want for my birthday”
the text lights up the screen of your cellphone as you sit, feet propped on your coffee table, sprawled out across your sofa in the midday sunshine. there's something mindless playing on the TV that you've long since lost interest in, and at the prospect of food your stomach reminds you it's been a good couple of hours since you've eaten.
it's from eren, the guy you've been hooking up with for the past couple of weeks; a friend of a friend of a friend who you saw at too many parties and found way too pretty to complain when you inevitably ended up on his lap with his tongue down your throat on a lumpy sofa in a frat house basement.
it's not completely unusual for you to go out for food together, having struck a sort of casual camaraderie between the two of you - though these plans ultimately meant you'd probably end up naked and bent over the most readily available piece of furniture back at one of your apartments later on, depending on whose roommates weren't home.
sure, where? you reply after a moment's consideration.
(12:48pm) I'll pick you up, can you be ready in 20?
eren shows up to pick you up exactly 20 minutes later, which is unusual - he's never been on time for any plans the two of you have ever made, always running a minimum of fifteen minutes behind schedule.
what's even more unusual is the way he's dressed.
his shoulder length hair is pulled back into his trademark half-up hairstyle, but there's something neater about it than usual - like he'd combed it into place rather than haphazardly tying it up. he's dressed differently too: he's ditched his usual bomber jacket for a real coat - wool with large buttons dotted up the front - though he's left it open to reveal the hoodie he has on underneath.
"you look... nice," you say warily as you drop yourself into the passenger's seat of his car.
"thanks," he says with a light laugh at the clear hesitation in your voice.
the two of you drive for a while, you playing DJ with eren's spotify as he drives, until you pull up outside a restaurant on the other side of town.
"I think this is a private parking lot," you point out as eren pulls into a spot.
"I know that," he says, shifting the car into park and cutting the engine.
"woah, wait a minute," you say, eyes widening, "are we going to eat here?"
the restaurant you've pulled up to is far nicer than one you'd usually frequent together - a picturesque little bistro that serves brunch and has fresh flowers on every table. a far cry from the diners and fast food chains the two of you would normally visit.
"yeah," eren says with a shrug.
"why?" you ask him.
"looks nice," he shrugs again.
"too nice! eren, I'm not even wearing a bra."
eren's eyes flicker down towards your chest.
"hey!" you chirp, swatting at him. he laughs.
"it's not a big deal, we're just going in there to eat." he's so nonchalant about it that it only serves to annoy you more.
"exactly, so why don't we go somewhere more casual?" you counter, arms crossing over your chest.
eren purses his lips and looks through the windshield, his eyes narrowing a bit as though he's thinking hard about something.
"what?" you ask him, sensing he has something he needs to divulge.
"my parents are here," he says.
"uh, what?" you ask, confused. you look around the parking lot, but don't see anyone lingering nearby.
"we're meeting them for lunch," he explains further.
"UH, WHAT?" you repeat yourself, this time far more incredulously.
he looks at you, his green eyes paying careful attention to the furious crease in your brow.
"eren, what the hell?" you hiss at him.
"my mom wanted to meet you," he says, and as if sensing the fact that if he shrugs again you were liable to commit a crime, he freezes before his shoulders can rise.
you stutter over your words for a moment. "wha- how- why does your mom want to meet me?"
"i told her about you," he says simply.
you blink at him.
"she called one day and asked what I did that weekend, so I told her about the movie we went to see. she asked about you." he says it all so matter of factly that it almost makes sense.
"why did you tell her about me? couldn't you have just said you went with a friend?"
"you are a friend," he replies, "and I told her because she asked."
you groan, burying your face in your hands - not a shred of makeup on your face for you to worry about ruining, because you hadn't even bothered to put any on before you left the house.
"you told your mom that we're sleeping together?"
"no," eren says, his tone vaguely offended that you'd even suggest it.
you relax a bit.
"I told her we're dating."
your head snaps up, eyes wide as they land on the boy in the driver's seat.
the two of you stare at one another for a moment, and it seems like at the same time for both of you, the pieces click into place.
"you thought-"
"you didn't-"
you both start to speak at the same time, though neither of you finish your thoughts. truthfully, you don't have to.
"jesus, eren," you sigh, raking a hand through your hair. "a bit of warning would have been nice."
"warning about my parents or warning about us dating?" he asks, and he doesn't even bother to hide the amusement in his tone.
you look at him blankly. "both."
it's quiet for a moment in the car as you process this unexpected information.
"are they already waiting in there?" you sigh.
"yeah, but if you don't want to go in I can take you back home," eren says.
"it's fine," you reply, defeated but not unwilling to go along with this unexpected turn of events. you look at eren, whose face has seemed to brighten a little at your concession. "but we will definitely be having a conversation about this dating thing later."
"whatever you want," he agrees.
much to your surprise, lunch is incredibly enjoyable. eren's parents - grisha and carla - are sweet, and if they notice how underdressed you are for the occasion they both do a fantastic job at not letting on.
you chat about your hometown, and what you're studying, then about how you and eren met - admittedly opting to gloss over a few of the less lunch appropriate details when it came to the latter.
carla in turn reveals plenty of things about eren that you'd never even thought to ask - what he was like as a kid, his favourite foods, the fact that he has an older half-brother (who apparently was very upset he was missing the occasion.)
it's late in the afternoon by the time the four of you exit the restaurant - eren's warm coat having found its way draped over your shoulders. you say your goodbyes, and eventually you part ways - eren's parents heading towards where they'd parked their car down the street, while you and the tall boy beside you walk in the direction of the parking lot.
you've barely turned the corner of the building before you feel a pair of strong hands on your waist, the brick wall of the bistro suddenly pressing into your back as you're pushed into it. eren's mouth crashes down to meet yours.
you let him kiss you breathless - not caring that it's the middle of the day, not caring that you have a half-eaten mint in your mouth which eren's diligent tongue sweeps quickly into his own, not caring that his parents could drive by and see you at any time.
when he pulls away, your chest is burning from the lack of oxygen, your eyelids fluttering slowly open to look at him.
"what was that for?" you ask him, almost embarrassed by how breathy your voice sounds.
"my mom likes you a lot," he says, staring down at you as he continues to crowd you against the wall, one hand braced on the brick beside your face. you watch as he suckles on the mint that moments prior had been yours.
"s'that so?" you ask, "how do you know?"
"she texted our family group chat halfway through lunch," eren replies, "and then said it again when you went to the washroom just before we left. my dad liked you too."
you blink at him for a moment.
"i can't believe you tricked me into dating you," you mutter, shaking your head a little.
eren grins at you lopsidedly, clearly pleased with himself.
"so that means it worked?" he asks.
"only because your mom is so sweet," you sniff. you then reach up to point a finger at him warningly. "and if you ever pull a stunt like this again, the next time she calls you can tell her all about how I kicked your ass."
he laughs, catching your wrist in his much larger hand, bringing it towards him. his lips brush over the tip of your outstretched finger, hardly even a kiss, before sliding down towards your knuckles where he repeats the gesture - all with a smile curling up at the edges of his mouth.
"you got it."
he uses his grip on your wrist to pull you forward, his mouth meeting yours again.
he’d be so bad at it at first, but he’d learn it quickly
Then you can rest your head on his shoulder (or chest if youre short) with his hand on your waist while you lazily dance in circles around your living room
a/n: pure fluff with a soft baby boy and a little spicy scene (also I'm not to experienced with skin care routine so sorry if I missed something)
After a tiring day at work, you stepped foot into your apartment and discharged the formal clothing you were wearing. You put on a gray hoodie and made your way to the bathroom.
The sight reflected by the mirror showed your smudged mascara, all from constantly rubbing your eyes, due to tiredness. You should've listened to your boyfriend and stayed home. He noticed how much pressure was on you these last few days, but every time he tried to convince you to rest, you denied the offer.
So, when the image of you taking off your make-up reached his eyes, he walked behind you, taking your wrist in his hand "Eren, c'mon…" You mumbled, making eye contact with him in the mirror.
"Here...Let me" He said, gently moving the wipe against your cheeks. He cupped your jaw with his other hand, guiding you against his movements.
Eren put the wipe away, opening the top drawer to find your skin care bag. Unzipping it, he took out all the products he memorized you used in the evenings.
"The Cleanser first-" You informed the man, watching how he pumped some product on his hand. Eren's long fingers danced over your face, applying the product, occasionally checking to see if a spot was missed.
He stopped his movements and gazed at the bottle unsure of what to do next "Just use some water" With the help of the water he massaged your face again, watching in awe how the product slightly changed.
"You don't have to do this I got-" Before you could finish your sentence, Eren pressed a finger on your chapped lips "No. This is the least I could do to help"
You smiled, taking some water into your hands to wash your face off of the product. Eren took a soft cloth and as he turned you around to face him he started drying your face. From time to time he would stroke your cheeks, graze over the dark circles that rested under your beautiful eyes "What do I use now?"
Without breaking eye contact you wrapped your arms around his naked back "Moisturizer" He nodded doing the same as with the Cleanser.
"I love you, Eren" Smiling you pulled him in more, looking up at his handsome face. You pressed your chest against him, patiently waiting for him to finish applying the cream.
"Love you too, baby" He replied kissing the top of your head "Now wash this thing off so I can kiss you properly"
A small giggle left your lips as you turned around and removed the cream. Drying your face with the same cloth as earlier, Eren couldn't wait anymore.
He scooped you up in his arms and took you to the bedroom. He laid on the bed with you on his lap "I don't wanna see you overwork yourself again"
He whispered, brushing your lower lip with his thumb. You felt bad, seeing him so worried about you. These few days you not only neglected yourself but him as well. And it broke your heart to see him like this.
Being so stressed over your tasks you completely forgot that he came first. For you, Eren will always come first. Even though you brushed him off when he wanted to cuddle or take baths with you, he was still the one that reached for you again. Instead of the opposite. Gosh, you felt so awful.
"I won't" Eren wasn't pleased with your response. Cupping your face between his strong hands, he pressed his forehead against yours "Promise?"
Tangling your fingers in his hair, you played with the elastic that kept his long hair from falling in his eyes "I promise" Eren smiled proud with the response, and closed the gap between you two.
Warm lips pressed against each other, moving slowly. His pierced tongue gazed over your lower lip asking for entrance, which you agree. His tongue explored your mouth, tangling with yours, as he pressed you against him even more. The kiss became stronger as he fought for dominance.
Eren traced the shape of your jaw as he kept kissing you sloppily "Eren…" You moaned tugging at his ruts. His half lidded eyes searched for yours as he responded in kind "I know sweetheart, I know"
The rest of the night was spent tangled into each other's arms. Whispers of love being shared as well as a few tears dripping down Eren's cheeks. Tears of happiness of course.
i’m so in love with loser! eren do u think u could make a one shot where we agree to go out with him plEAASEEE
↬ thank you for requesting! loser eren is literally baby but he’s also a big ass pervert… lol
↬ summary: loser! eren tries to ask you out…
“That’ll be $24.96,”
handing the cashier the money, eren took one last final glance at the beautiful bouquet of flowers sitting on the counter. will she even like these? what if she has bad allergies? maybe she’ll just throw them in my face and tell me to fuck off... or maybe she’ll sa-
“would you like your receipt, sir?” interrupted from his inner thoughts, eren brought his attention back to the cashier and quickly shook his head, muttering a low, “no, thank you.” after a few more seconds went by, the cashier handed eren his change and bid him a farewell. grabbing the flowers and bag of goodies, eren walked out of the store, and headed towards his 2008 nissan versa. sliding into the drivers seat, eren placed the bouquet of flowers into the passenger side and strapped a seatbelt over them before finally heading over to your house.
fifteen minutes. it had been fifteen minutes since eren arrived at your house and he hadn’t even stepped foot onto your porch, he knew he looked stupid just standing there with a big bouquet of flowers and a gift bag but he made no movements toward your house or his car. ‘why would she ever like a guy like me? she’s probably going to laugh in my face and tell me she never want’s to see me again.’ eren felt discouraged listening to the negative thoughts that clouded his brain. ‘i can’t do this’ eren thought, turning back around about to head to his car before he heard a slight click.
“eren?” a soft, dreary voice called out. oh, god. eren could feel his hands start to get clammy and he felt a wave of nausea hit him, ‘shit. shit. shit. what the fuc-’ feeling a small hand squeeze his shoulder, eren stiffened and let out a soft groan.
“’rennie... you okay?” you questioned, pulling his shoulder back slightly which made him turn his whole body towards you. now being able to see him clearly, you could see just how red his face was and how nervous he was just by looking down at his shaking hands holding a bouquet of flowers.
“ar-are these...for me?” you asked, eyeing the beautiful bouquet of flowers that were placed in front of you, they were the color of your birthstone. he remembered your birthday? looking back up to eren, you could see his lips trembling a little bit before he had spoken a quiet yes.
“eren, can you please talk to me—you’re confusing me,” you pleaded, hoping he would just voice his feelings so you weren’t left in the dark.
“I...”
“just tell me ere-”
“I wanna take you out on a date, okay?!” eren blurted out, instantly directing his gaze towards the ground, embarrassed by his sudden outburst. a deep shade of red dusted his cheeks, and you couldn’t help but think he looked cute. you weren’t going to lie and say you hadn’t developed feelings for the brunette after months of hooking up and tutoring him, you were able to learn more about him as a person and had learned he was nothing like what people said. he wasn’t a loser or a scum he was just... eren, a quiet, sweet, considerate, ambitious person who was special to you in more ways than one. so when you spoke the next two words, you had never felt so confident,”
“kiss me.”
i kinda ended this abruptly didn’t i? or maybe not who knows
i DID NOT proofread any of this so i’m sorry for any mistakes
