For The Better: Weird Flex But Okay

for the better: weird flex but okay

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- mikasa + y/n's friendship is built off of y/n being a menace to miki in the best way she knows how. [miki loves her all the same] - marco’s birthday party is being held at Jean’s family vacation house bc his family’s well off + he loves his bestie. - y/n + eren mutually dislike each other. neither of them remember when it started why. - the party is walking distance from her house + is a major reason why y/n even elects to show up

pairing: eren jaeger x fem!reader word count: 1,2k words

Maybe tonight won’t be so bad. Last time you were at a frat party, it was the middle of freshman year and you puked on Marco as he and Sasha were helping get you home in your inebriated state. A mix of 3 different strong alcohols with nothing on your stomach is the worst possible thing to do when drinking.

You’ve made a lot of questionable decisions in your life, that was most definitely in the top 5. Not a proudest moment truthfully. But, you can't find a way to regret it because it’s how you and Marco became friends.

You do your genuine best not to live with regrets, but there's something that courses through you that screams 'You're wrong, bitch. You're so wrong.' You actively continue your art of tuning her out though, because she's dumb. And doesn't know anything. Maybe.

First impressions can be wrong. Previous decisions can also be wrong. Intuition can sometimes, be wrong. You told yourself didn’t want to come, but you feel like retracting that statement now. You're more than glad you showed up. It’s been fun watching Bertholdt become a damn near keg master and Jean and Connie going apeshit over him.

“I don’t know why they won’t just get together already.” Marco chirps from beside you, solo cup nestled between his fingers.

“You and me both, I’ll never understand! It’s like,” You take a brief pause as the both of you fall back into the corner to lean against a nearby wall. “She’s aware that they feel the same, but won’t take the leap of faith and just fucking go for it already.”

“I don’t know, love makes you do crazy things.”

“Hesitation isn’t crazy, Marco,” There's another take a sip of your drink, an attempt to hydrate before you continued. “It’s dumb is what it is. I just...don’t wanna see her hurt, y’know?” He nods in agreement, staring out into the crowded living room full of rowdy college goers.

Something’s off. There’s nothing else to call it but off. The air feels the slightest bit stuffier, the living room far more suffocating than it was mere moments ago. Yet, somehow, the heat that consumes this room doesn’t stop the chill that runs up your spine. It’s uncomfortable, aggravating almost. “Hey, uh, Marco, I’ll be right back.”

It’s an aimless mutter, really. You'd feel shitty just walking away from the birthday boy mid conversation, but something in your spirit is telling you to get the fuck on. The last thing you feel like doing is waiting around to see what happens next. You wander through the gyrating bodies that consume almost every corner of this house with vigor, searching for the women man you walked in with.

One by one, they all begin to resurface among everyone else, beckoning them to the door, with much reluctance on their end. As you all begin to step through the doorway, there’s a shout of “Beat his ass, Jaeger!” and suddenly, your rage is immeasurable. Jaeger? Eren Jaeger. Of course. You wanna say you're fucking surprised, but you really can’t be.

Eren’s entire kink was causing trouble everywhere he made an appearance---Intended or not. It’s no surprise that he sends your flight or fight running sky high. “Fucking idiot.” You mumble to yourself as you make your way into the night. The slight summertime breeze of June is something you welcome with open arms as you pick up pace to meet with the group of tipsy party girls before you.

“Breakfast! Let’s do breakfast—brinner? Yeah, brinner.” Sasha ponders as you start off in the direction of the diner on the corner.

“Sasha, stop thinking so hard, brinner isn’t even a real thing” “Fuck you! You’re not a real thing.”

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There’s something about mom & pop diners that make your heart do somersaults. It could be the aura of warmth and acceptance you get when you come sauntering through the door or that everything is well-seasoned. Maybe it’s the friendly patronage that you receive every time any of you show up there. Whatever it is, it brings you back through the doors of Huddle’s every time.

Drunk nights out, break ups, make ups, after dick appointments, lazy ‘I’m not cooking for you whores’ nights; Whatever the occasion, you sat in the same booth in the corner of the restaurant by the biggest wall of windows there. It was coined our corner by the night shift waitress, Lottie.

"I see you guys have come home to me!" Lottie cheers when the bell chimes over the door as we all scuffle in and towards the corner. The table's already set, as if she knew we were coming.

"Always. How are your dogs?" You query, nudging a drunk Sasha onto the other side of the table. "Fine, finally got him to eat the new food."

You nod in acknowledgment, in and out of attention to Lottie's updates. You're present enough to hear them and store the knowledge for later. "So," She chirps, notepad in hand. "What are we trying tonight?"

"Pancakes--PLEASE." Sasha begs, slapping the menu closed in front of her. I whisper to Lottie to bring a glass of water for everyone at table when she returns. "I'm thinki--"

There's a lot of things that run through a person's mind when put in a position they've been trying to avoid. Like trying to avoid hurting someone so you go somewhere to cool off. But, that doesn't work, at least not now. Connie, Eren, Jean, and Marco come clamoring through the front door. "y/n? Are you finished hon--"

"Hey! Can we get some napkins here, miss?" Jean requested, sitting an enraged Eren in a booth before seating himself.

"M'fine." Eren grunts, clenching and unclenching his fist. "Just a couple of scratches."

"Doesn't matter, leaking blood all over the table's just fucking nasty." Connie doesn't give Eren a chance to combat him again as he pulls a disposable wipe packet from his pocket wipes at Eren's hand.

"You're a dumbass." It slips from your lips before you can stop yourself. Mikasa's already placing a hand on your shoulder, muttering a 'Take a breath, y/n.'

"What?" Eren huffs, furrowed brows staring daggers at the side of your head. "You're a fucking dumbass! You fought that man for what?"

"He bumped into me." "On purpose?" The silence that lingers in the air gets thicker with every second that Eren doesn't answer. "No."

His 'No' makes you impossibly angrier as you swiftly turn your body out of the booth. "So let me make sure I got this right," You pause, mulling over your words before you start another fight here. "You threw a fit over someone accidentally bumping into you, and beat their face in?"

"Not a fit," He hums, nonchalance heavy in the way he replies. "But, yeah. What's not making sense, y/n?"

"How fucking stupid you are is what's not making sense." Your eyes flutter to a close, calming your emotions. "You hurting people because you wanna get angry, is fucking unnecessary."

"Being on my ass is also unnecessary in case you haven't noticed." "I wouldn't have to be if you'd just...be less of an ass." You end the conversation there, turning back into your booth to the bulging eyes and semi-sobered mumbles of your friends. "Choke." He almost growls at you. "You first."

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Mister. Would you like to play a game with me?

Gong Yoo in SQUID GAME | 오징어 게임 (2021)

chlorine

pairing: eren jaeger x reader

content: established relationship, jearmin if you squint, hot tub sex

content warnings: smut/ nsfw 18+ (dry humping, unprotected sex, creampie, voyeurism, exhibitionism, public-ish sex)

summary: while their friends are cooling off in jeans pool, eren and reader decide to warm themselves up in his hot tub

notes: i found this almost complete in my drafts and decided to quickly finish and post it while i'm gone for a little

hanging out with the main six at jeans house cuz he has both a pool and a hot tub. the summer days are far too hot and the pool helps cool them all off, but sometimes the nights are a tad chilly, especially after coming out of the cold pool, and the hot tub helps warm them up.

but you and eren love sitting in the hot tub no matter what, no matter the temperature. it was just so warm, so relaxing, especially when you could just cuddle up next to each other. tonight was a little on the chillier side anyway, so there was no point changing up your ways now.

you sit in his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck and nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck. he smells like chlorine and the lavender-scented shampoo he steals from you now that his hair is getting longer. his arms are snaked around your waist, pulling you as close to him as he possibly can without it being uncomfortable.

the others were in the pool; splashing water, dunking heads, climbing onto each other until only one of them remained with their feet on the pool floor to referee their starting game of chicken.

armin and sasha — the two that were being held up out of water — had goosebumps splattered across their skin and water running down their bodies as jean and connie held them up respectively. mikasa remained warmed as she held her body up to her shoulders underneath the water.

the goosebumps were understandable. it was getting late, the sun setting only minutes earlier, and it was just past summer solstice — the days were getting shorter and it would begin to grow cold again.

just after this game. jean had said to armin after the blonde boy had complained about the probability of catching a cold; promising the nice and warm hot tub to comfort him if he promised them a win.

but to jeans ignorance, and armin's future disappointment, the hot tub was unavailable. not because you and eren were in it — you all have managed to fit in it on a multitude of times — but rather what you were doing.

it wasn't your fault that eren was so persistent with pulling you against him, it wasn't your fault that he had been so comfortable to lay against, it wasn't your fault that he had begun to squeeze the flesh of your backside as you sat in his lap...

but it might've been your fault that you began to pant against his neck and rut your hips up against the growing hard-on beneath his swim shorts. and it might have been your fault that you got him much harder than he was before. and it was definitely your fault that he had pulled aside your bikini and shoved down his shorts to fill you up because you had whined, "want you inside me"

it started slow, unnoticeable, undetectable; lazy and subtle circling of your hips against his to feel him shift around inside you. but slowly that grinding began to turn into you rising up off him and pushing yourself back down as you buried your face into his neck to muffle your whimpers.

you were both too gone to be realistic. you thought you were quiet, subtle, smart enough to evade the attention of the others. but you should have been smarter than thinking you could avoid the attention of armin — master of reading body language and detecting lies.

from his high ground atop jeans shoulders, he had a perfect shot of the entire hot tub. at first, he wasn't suspicious of seeing you in eren's lap, it was a common occurrence between the two of you; you've never shied away from pda. but after staring for a few moments to long, his eyes caught onto the gentle rippling of the water and the gentle pumping of your body up... and down... and up... and down.

his distraction has caused him to be shoved off of jean, his back hitting the water with a splash! but he didn't seem to learn his lesson because once he was back to the surface and had pushed his hair out of his face... his eyes were just back on the hot tub.

jean caught on quick — not the situation armin had been staring at, but rather armin who's eyes were blank, and cheeks were flushed a dark pink.

he had been checking to see if the boy was okay after receiving a rather brutal shove to the chest and then slapping back against the water; and thankfully he did because armin wasn't okay, but for a different reason.

"hey what's wrong?" jean came up to him, arms reaching out to the smaller boy beneath the water in case for some odd reason he went back under.

armin swallowed hard, blinking a few times but keeping his eyes locked onto the now less than subtle splashing of water around the rim of the hot tub.

jeans eyes follow armin's eyeline, and he turns around quickly, but a little too quickly; he should have prepared himself. he's taken aback, taking a step backward and bumping into armin, whose hands come up out of the water to push on his shoulders to get him out of the way.

they weren't laughing, neither of them. they were frozen, blushing red from embarrassment for a reason they couldn't explain.

and then the other three had noticed as well and began to do the same.

it wasn't funny. it was awkward, unsettling; eerily quiet as they mumble amongst themselves and turn their heads. but they can't help but keep stealing glances like it was a train wreck and they couldn't look away.

your hands had taken ahold of eren's jaw, holding onto it to bring his lips to yours as you kept rising up off his hips and sitting back down onto his cock. he was drinking down your desperate moans as your body cried for more. you wanted him harder, deeper, but he couldn't give that to you... not now.

not while he knew the others were watching you; their bottoms growing tight and slick with arousal despite the water.

your ignorance was a beautiful bliss as you ride yourself to a pathetic little orgasm with the aid of the fear of getting caught. but eren's knowledge was power as he came inside you hard with the aid and satisfaction of being watched.

mean dom!eren is on my mind right now.

nsfw under the cut. f!reader.

mean dom!eren who’s so proud of being able to make you tremble by only looking at your eyes when you’re being a brat. his green eyes gazing at your pretty face, jaw clenching when you give him that innocent look—he can’t help but imagine how he’s going to ruin you in so many ways.

mean dom!eren’s fingertips ghosting over your jaw and bringing your face up, unable to avoid his hungry gaze as his other hand caresses your back, pressing your body against him. he loves how defenseless you are right now and he can’t help but being a cocky bastard,

“what’s the matter, baby? can’t wait to have my dick inside your pretty pussy, hm?”

mean dom!eren who slaps your ass to hear you whine his name out loud. the way your body collides with his each time he slaps you makes him smirk. his big, warm hands slowly making his way to your inner thighs. he’s getting close to get what he wants from you.

mean dom!eren’s hand removing your panties and throwing them away on the floor while his other hand has your body pressed against his. now you can notice how hard he is, and that only leaves you soaked in a matter of seconds, just before his fingers are circling around your sensitive clit.

mean dom!eren knows your body like the back of his hand, like you were his favorite toy—and you were.

mean dom!eren who loves to see you begging for him to put his finger inside your tight pussy. even if he’s not going to do it, he loves to tease you by sliding his finger between your folds, ignoring your little hole calling him. he can bring you to the edge and make you so frustrated at the same time and you’ll never get tired of it.

“look at how fucking eager you are”

mean dom!eren who won’t allow you to take your time taking him after he thrust into you. he doesn’t care if your tears cover your cheeks, he doesn’t mind them touching his skin while kisses your lips. he loves the salty taste on his tongue, he loves how tight you are after so many nights of taking his dick like it was made for you.

“you were begging for it, now take it like the little cockslut you are”

mean dom!eren who gets to show more of his possessive behavior when you two are having sex—his big hand is always wrapped around your throat, gripping it whenever his thrusts are getting harder, leaving you dizzy after each thrust. you can’t even form a sentence as you can only focus on how his cock rams inside you at an animalistic pace.

mean dom!eren who’s favorite position is having you on all fours, your head buried in the pillow while he pounds you into the bed mercilessly as you try to muffle your moans.

“you’re so fucking loud, you want everyone to know you’re being fucked by me, huh?”

mean dom!eren who won’t hesitate to grab you again by your neck and bring your head back while his thrusts hit your spot relentlessly. that’s his favorite angle. he can let you scream his name and whenever he gets tired of your whimpers, he shoves his thumb on your mouth, taking this as an opportunity to whisper in your ear the worst things about you and to groan whenever your walls clench around him.

mean dom!eren who won’t let you cum unless you beg for him to let you. your legs are now wrapped around his back, his strong arms grabbing the headboard of his bed, gripping it whenever he goes deeper than usual. he knows you’re about to cum, and he loves to have the power of taking that chance of freeing yourself away from you.

“‘ren, please—lemme cum!”

he smiles. he’s such a fucking bastard.

“who do you belong to, (y/n)?” “wanna hear my name with your pretty voice once again”

you quickly answer, desperate from reaching your climax, “yours, ‘m all yours, eren”

he smiles again. maybe he’ll let you cum if you continue being so good for him. but mean dom!eren always thinks that a good orgasm comes after overstimulating you until you can’t remember anything.

“that’s right, baby—but you won’t cum until i say so. we have a long night ahead”

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