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→ black!fem reader x producer!connie | smut | established relationship
synopsis: connie’s been stuck in the studio for hours, frustration building with every failed beat. you know exactly how to help him relax.
warnings: explicit content, oral sex (f giving), riding, creampie, pet names, studio sex
a/n: i’m trying out a new writing style cause i’m experimenting so pls tell me what you guys think about it
inspo credit: @aizawash0e
connie had always been hardworking.
from the day you met him, there was something magnetic about the way he talked about music. his eyes would light up, voice animated as he described layering sounds until everything clicked into place. music wasn’t just a hobby for him. it was something he lived and breathed.
that passion was one of the first things that drew you to him.
usually, being in the studio with connie felt alive. he’d bounce in his chair, humming half-formed lyrics, pulling you over every few minutes to listen to a new tweak in the beat.
“you hear that?”
most of the time you didn’t. but you’d still listen as he explained it with that bright, excited energy that made your chest feel warm.
tonight was different.
the studio felt colder than usual, the air conditioning humming steadily in the background. half-empty energy drink cans cluttered the desk, and the same drum loop had been playing on repeat for what felt like forever. connie sat hunched forward, staring at the glowing screen like it had betrayed him.
you watched from the couch in the corner, curled up with your legs tucked beneath you.
he dragged both hands down his face and groaned.
“nope.”
the beat cut off abruptly.
“that’s the fifth time in ten minutes,” you said softly.
“because it sucks.”
“it doesn’t suck, connie.”
“it does.”
he spun around in the chair, frustration etched across his features. the usual spark in his eyes was missing, replaced by exhaustion. his jaw was tight, shoulders drawn up, the creative joy that normally filled the room nowhere to be found.
this wasn’t just about a stubborn track. something heavier was weighing on him.
you set your phone aside and stood, crossing the small space until you were behind him. your hands settled gently on his shoulders. the muscles there were rock-hard with tension.
“con.”
he barely glanced up from the screen.
“hm?”
“you need to relax.”
“i’m trying.”
you squeezed his shoulders lightly.
“no, you’re not. you’re stressing yourself out.”
connie sighed, long and heavy, finally leaning back in the chair. you took the opportunity to slide onto his lap, straddling him comfortably and wrapping your arms around his shoulders. his hands found your waist instinctively, warm and familiar.
the studio fell quieter around you, just the faint hum of equipment and the distant city sounds outside the soundproofed walls.
“what’s really on your mind?” you asked, voice soft as you started massaging the knots from his shoulders.
he exhaled, head tilting back against the chair.
“everything feels wrong tonight. the melodies, the layers… nothing’s clicking. i’ve been here for hours and i’m getting nowhere.”
“you pressure yourself too much, connie. you’re so talented. i’ve watched you pull magic out of nowhere a hundred times. you’ve got this.”
he let out a quiet breath, some of the tension easing under your hands and words. his arms tightened around your waist, pulling you closer.
“i know… it just gets in my head sometimes.”
you smiled softly and pressed a lingering kiss to his temple.
“i know it does. but you don’t have to figure it all out tonight. the music will still be here when you’re ready.”
for a long moment he just held you, breathing you in, the frustration slowly melting into something warmer. you felt him relax beneath you, his thumbs tracing gentle circles on your hips.
you pulled back just enough to meet his eyes, voice dropping a little.
“i can help you relax, if you want.”
his gaze darkened, a slow, familiar smile curving his lips.
“yeah?” he murmured, voice lower now. “and how exactly do you plan on doing that?”
you leaned in, brushing your lips against his.
“let me show you.”
you stayed in his lap for a little longer, kissing him slow and deep, letting the tension in his body continue to unwind under your hands. only when you felt him starting to melt did you slide off his lap, moving deliberately between his spread thighs. your hands rested on his knees as you looked up at him, eyes soft but full of intent.
connie’s breath hitched.
“shit…”
you rubbed your palms slowly up and down his thighs over the soft fabric of his sweatpants, feeling the muscles tense and then relax under your touch. he groaned low in his throat, already knowing exactly where this was headed.
he leaned forward, cupping your face with both hands, and kissed you again deeper this time, a little hungrier. when he pulled back, he leaned against the chair, watching you with those dark, half-lidded eyes.
you kept your gaze on him as you slowly tugged his sweatpants and boxers down just enough. his dick sprang free, thick and heavy, already hard for you. you wrapped one hand around the base, stroking him slowly, deliberately, feeling him throb against your palm.
“fuck…” connie cursed under his breath, head tilting back for a second before his eyes returned to you. “baby…”
you could see the stress leaving his body with every stroke shoulders dropping, jaw unclenching, that tired frustration melting into pure want. you leaned in and pressed a soft, teasing kiss to the tip, then another, letting your tongue flick out lightly to taste him.
he groaned again, deeper this time.
you took your time, kissing along the length of him, licking slow stripes from base to tip while your hand kept stroking. every little sound he made sent warmth rushing through you. you wanted him to feel every second of this.
“stop playing with me,” he rasped after a while, voice rough with need. “put that shit in your mouth.”
you smiled sweetly up at him before wrapping your lips around the head, sinking down slowly. connie let out a long, satisfied groan, one hand gently gathering your braids into a loose ponytail.
he didn’t push hard not yet just held you as you worked him with your mouth and both hands, sucking and stroking in a steady, unhurried rhythm.
the sounds were filthy in the quiet studio wet, sloppy, obscene. you looked right up at him the whole time, eyes locked, watching every flicker of pleasure cross his face. he stared back at you, lips parted, breathing heavy.
“just like that… fuck, look at you.”
you took him deeper, relaxing your throat, bobbing your head with wet, messy strokes while your hands twisted and pumped what you couldn’t fit. you pulled off for a second to spit on him, making everything slicker, then dove back down, sucking harder.
you even dipped lower, licking and sucking gently at his balls while your hand stroked his cock, earning you a broken moan that made your stomach flutter.
connie’s grip on your braids tightened as he started guiding your head a little more, hips lifting to meet your mouth in shallow thrusts. you let him, moaning around his length, the vibrations pulling more curses from his lips.
“shit—baby, you’re gonna make me cum if you keep doing that…”
you didn’t stop. you kept sucking him sloppy and nasty, eyes watering but never breaking eye contact, taking him as deep as you could until his thighs started to tremble.
“i’m close,” he warned, voice strained, hips stuttering. “fuck, i’m so close—”
you hummed encouragingly and kept going, faster, wetter, until his whole body tensed. with a deep, broken groan, connie came hard down your throat. you swallowed every drop, humming softly around him as he pulsed in your mouth, working him through it until he was spent.
when you finally pulled off, breathing hard, you wiped the corner of your lips with your thumb and smiled up at him.
connie looked completely blissed out chest rising and falling, eyes heavy with satisfaction, all that earlier stress gone.
he pulled you back up into his lap immediately, kissing you deep and slow, tasting himself on your tongue.
he pulled you up gently until you were standing between his legs again. his eyes were dark and hungry as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your shorts and panties, tugging them down slowly. you stepped out of them, and he tossed the fabric somewhere behind him onto the studio floor.
his hands roamed back up your thighs, gripping the soft flesh of your ass as he looked up at you.
“damn… already hard again?” you whispered, a little breathless, glancing down at his dick. he had just cum in your mouth, yet he was thick and ready for you once more.
connie smirked, voice low and rough. “you do that to me.”
he pulled you back onto his lap, this time guiding you to straddle him properly. your knees settled on either side of his hips as you faced him. the chair creaked softly under your combined weight. his hands stayed on your ass, squeezing and spreading you as you hovered over him.
you leaned in and kissed him deeply. the kiss was slow at first warm, lingering, full of affection but it quickly grew hotter. tongues sliding, breaths mixing. his fingers dug into your ass as he rubbed you against his hard length, the slick head of his cock teasing your entrance and brushing your clit with every roll of your hips.
“ready for me, baby?” he breathed against your mouth.
you nodded, whimpering softly as you reached down to line him up. he was big always had been and you had to take him slowly. you sank down inch by inch, gasping into his mouth as he stretched you open. the fullness made your toes curl and your breath catch.
“fuck…” connie groaned, the sound vibrating against your lips. “so tight… take your time, baby. that’s it.”
you sat there for a long moment once he was fully inside, both of you breathing hard, foreheads pressed together. the intimacy of it being so full of him in the quiet studio, his arms wrapped tight around you made butterflies explode in your stomach.
then you started to move.
slow, rolling movements at first, grinding down on him in deep circles. connie’s hands helped guide you, gripping your ass and lifting you just enough before pulling you back down. your moans mixed with his, spilling into each other’s mouths as you kissed.
“feels so good,” you whispered against his lips, rolling your hips again.
“yeah? you like riding me like this?” he groaned, thrusting up gently to meet you. “look at you… so wet already.”
the pace gradually picked up. you rode him harder, bouncing on his cock while he thrust up to meet you. the wet, filthy sound of skin slapping filled the studio. he lifted your shirt, pushing it up and over your breasts so he could latch onto one, sucking and biting gently while his other hand kept guiding your hips.
“connie—” you moaned loudly, one hand gripping his hair, the other braced on his shoulder. every thrust hit deep, sending sparks through your whole body. you were soaking wet, dripping down his cock and thighs with every bounce.
“that’s it, baby,” he groaned against your chest, voice wrecked. “ride me just like that. fuck, you feel so fucking good. so tight around me.”
he started fucking you harder from below, hands gripping your ass almost bruisingly as he drove up into you. the chair rocked beneath you. your moans turned into cries, louder and more desperate. you leaned forward, kissing him messily, moaning into his mouth as he pounded up into you.
the tension was electric raw intimacy mixed with pure lust. sweat slicked your skin. his hands were everywhere squeezing your ass, gripping your waist, palming your breasts.
you felt yourself getting close, thighs shaking, walls clenching around him.
“i’m— i’m so close,” you whimpered, bouncing faster.
“me too,” he panted, sucking harder on your nipple. “cum with me, baby. let me feel you.”
a few more deep, powerful thrusts and you both fell over the edge together. your orgasm hit hard, body shaking as you clenched around him, moaning his name like a prayer. connie groaned loudly, burying himself deep as he came inside you, filling you up while he fucked you through both of your highs, drawing out every last wave of pleasure until you were trembling and oversensitive in his arms.
you collapsed against his chest, both of you breathing hard, sweaty and trembling. his arms wrapped around you tightly, one hand rubbing slow circles on your back as you came down together.
for a while, neither of you moved. just heavy breathing and the quiet hum of the studio equipment. connie pressed soft kisses to your shoulder, your neck, your temple gentle and grateful.
“you okay, baby?” he murmured, voice hoarse.
you nodded against his chest, smiling sleepily. “more than okay.”
he helped you clean up with some tissues from the desk, gentle and careful. then he pulled your shirt back down and helped you step back into your shorts and panties, stealing little kisses the whole time. you yawned deeply as he fixed his own clothes.
connie laughed softly, pulling you back into his lap for a moment.
“damn… that made me tired” he said, grinning.
you laughed too, resting your head on his shoulder. “good. you needed it.”
he rubbed your back. “yeah… i did. fuck it. i think i’m done for tonight. i’ll come back fresh tomorrow.”
you lifted your head. “you sure? you were stressing so much earlier.”
“i’m sure.” he kissed your forehead. “thanks to you.”
you both gathered your things and left the studio, hand in hand, walking down the hall to your bedroom. once inside, you went through your usual nighttime routine brushing teeth, washing faces, changing into comfy clothes. connie kept touching you the whole time a hand on your waist, a kiss on your neck, pulling you close.
finally, you climbed into bed. he pulled you against his chest immediately, arms wrapped around you, legs tangled together. you sighed happily, nuzzling into his warmth.
“i love you,” you whispered.
“i love you more,” he murmured, kissing the top of your head.
you thought he had fallen asleep his breathing slow and steady when suddenly his voice broke the quiet.
“wait… i think i finally have an idea for that hook.”
you groaned, half-laughing. “connie, please. just sleep. you can look at it tomorrow.”
“but what if the idea disappears? what if someone else gets it first?”
you lifted your head, giving him a look. “connie… really?”
he was already sitting up, that familiar excited spark back in his eyes. he leaned down and kissed you sweetly.
“i promise i won’t take long. just gonna write it down real quick.”
you watched him slip out of bed, shaking your head with a fond smile as he disappeared down the hall.
and somehow, even though he said he wouldn’t take long… you already knew you’d be falling asleep without him tonight.
the groups eyes were heavy as the hung themselves over their drumsets and leaned on their mic stands. your boyfriend, connie leaned in front of the computer and glanced at his band that anticipated release from recording. he looks back at you for your opinion, and smirk as you see the trios pleading gestures. “what do you think baby?” he asks, as his hand casually slides up and down your thigh.
“honestly i think that take was pretty good!” is what you told connie before he flashed a thumbs up to the band in the booth. the group put away their instruments. you watch as your boyfriend saved the recording into his DAW system. the group stood behind the glass window as he leaned in his chair, opening his mic.
“that was legit. we’re good for tonight,” he said as the group sighed in relief. “finally, i was starting to hate the damn song” the groups’ lead let his man bun fall, opened the door for the rest of the group, out came the blond drummer and black-haired bassist. connie scoffs at his comment, “this damn song is gonna be your best, right after i chop up some more vocals. i’ll send you the final version in the morning.”
“sure thing con’, thank you!” the blond speaks on behalf of the band all wearing different style t-shirts with their name, “the founders”. your boyfriend pridefully smirks at the trio before closing the studio room door behind them.
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he sinks back into his chair as you sat crisscross on the black velvet couch behind him, “so does that mean we’re staying here longer?”. he looks at you with sorry eyes, “yup…”
you pouted for a second, then accepted it as you starting scrolling on your phone again, leaned on the arm rest. connie’s eyes traced over your body. from your uggs slippers to your short pajama shorts to one of his grey hoodies lazily draped over you, he sighed quietly in adoration. “c’mere…”
“hm?” you looked up from your phone, connie’s lap open while he taps on his thigh, invitingly. you happily obliged, unplugging your phone to attach it to his computer. you sat on his lap, legs over his. your arms wrapped around his neck as you embraced him and his hands found their way to the small of your back. he pulled away for a second only to catch your lips off guard slightly by his own. you breathed him in as your hands glided over his soft outgrown buzz. connie deepened the kiss, biting your bottom lip as if asking for more access, but as your lips part more for him, he pulls away.
you groan and roll your eyes as you feel him snort as he buries himself into your neck, amused by his own teasing while he goes back to work on his computer. you shift your legs to have your back facing him letting his head rest on your shoulder where started stamping light kisses from your shoulder to the back of your ear, casually, as if you were a cone of ice cream he was slowly working on. his right hand was on his mouse and his left was on your waist creeping over your stomach and playing with the strings of your shorts. you swallowed and the hairs on your body stood up as heat collected underneath your teal shorts.
connie’s hand rested for a moment on your lower stomach. he kissed the back of your ear before asking: “you really think they sounded good, mama?” soft lips brushing your neck as he arranged tracks on his screen. “mhm, why? did you think they didn’t?” you asked as his left hand exploded you more down south tugging at the lace of your panties.
he always did this, hiding foreplay in regular conversation bringing you to his level slowly like quicksand. one moment you could be asking him about the weather and the next he’ll have you louder than rainstorms, begging for more of him.
“i don’t know…” the low voice in your ear sent chills down your spine and pools to ur cunt. his slid under ur lace as his thick fingers traced your slit, finding your wetness. “just feel like…something’s missing,” he circles your clit and you can’t help but slowly grind with his rhythm. “ha- we have all night” your low eyes glance towards the time on the corner of his screen. “yea, i feel like i should give it one more play through though. your eyes followed his cursor as his middle finger began pumping into your dripping pussy. he added a second finger and started playing the track.
“ahh~ mm~”
it wasn’t long before you were letting out soft sighs over his digits as the music played he used his free hand to guide you jaw back towards him feeling his plump lips again. he swallowed your moans and his tongue requested entry, this time not pulling away as you rid his fingers aching to feel him deeper. “yea mama take it, take it like it’s yours don’t hold back” he whispered against your lips. he started thrusting faster and the friction of his palm slapping against your clit made you dizzy “oh fuck baby…”
your sighs harmonized with the vocals but his fingers were nowhere near on beat with song. he held your jaw in a way that kept your lips parted, your moans slid out effortlessly.
“ahhuhhahhh~ oughhmffuckk!”
“sing it baby,” he teased as his eyes shifted in between you and the recording track. “‘sound so good for me baby, so pretty” you’re bucking up at him by now, he can tell your close as your juices pool over his lap. the edge of his thumb reaches for you clit and circles that sweet spot. your precious whimpers rang through his ears like his music as he pulled you closer to your edge.
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as you came down from your high you leaned back as connie stopped the recording, you watched him cut and move tracks and heard the sounds of your own pleasure aligned with the music. he massaged your folds as you cooled down and kissed the back of your ear.
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painter!jean x reader smutty drabble, jean jerking off to a portrait of you, he’s obsessed w you
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the evening sun permeated throughout his art studio. the warm orange hue painted the room. jean unbuttoned his beige shirt down to the last one, revealing his light brown tufts peaking from his brown jeans and boxers.
he sits at a stool in front of a wide, covered canvas. he takes of the veil, gently, he’s not in any rush. the white drapes would slowly reveal his lovers body painted in the clouds. some shading of clouds still left unfinished but you, you were perfect.
the side of you face rested on the back of your hand as you laid on your side, exaggerating your curves. cumulus clouds just barely kept your chest covered, more puff draped over your ass. your eyes are looking forward almost piercing the canvas. that was jeans favorite part. they were bold and intimidating, he thought, but somehow longing and sultry.
it’s what he always remembered the best. the way your eyes fluttered when he touched you. he loves that he has that effect on you. he’s obsessed with it.
his thighs shift against his hardened member as he struggles to focus on finishing your portrait. his hand makes his way to his hair and his fingers comb through the strands. the lump of guilt and desire starts to form in his throat when the tent in his jeans only grows.
his attentions drifts back your figure. the curve at your hips reminding him of how you grind up against him. he swallows at the thought of him gripping your hips to help you while ride him. he slowly unbuckles his pants to finally let his cock breathe. he pants while watching it twitch at the ghost of your touch and precum drips down to his shaft.
his already-low eyes shut so he can hear your faint moans and giggles echo throughout his head. his hands grip around his base as he slowly pumps to the thought of you and your portrait. he bites his lip and tilts his head back as his pace gradually speeds up, breath so heavy it could fog up a window.
whines and groans sprinkled with your names traveled throughout the room. “please, baby, oh fuck”, he catches himself whispering out as he rubs up and and down and his thumb gliding over the tip each time. images of you flashed against his mind as he climbed his high. “oh fuck baby i’m gonna cum, please let me-“
he trails off as his eyes flutter back open, immediately drifting back to your painted face. almost on cue, his load shoots onto the canvas and the wooden stand it rested on. he catches his breath while waiting for his vision to come back.
his artwork definitely wasn’t going anywhere now, he swears to himself he’ll finish later.
eren x implied!blackfem reader (but yk anyone can read it) (college au, fluff, pinning, established relationships) content warnings: mentions of alcohol use and suggestive tones
pt. 1 here!
you didn’t think anyone knew about your birthday. not that you blamed them; you never brought it up and you had only known your friends for a few months and you definitely didn’t see them everyday. however something felt quieter than usual, like the world went still just for you.
before you can even process the darkness of your boyfriends apartment, mikasa slips through the door to turn on the lights.
on cue, everyone pops from their hiding sports.
a loud “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” is echoed throughout the space. every inch of the apartment is covered with decorations in your name and favorite color. balloons and confetti scattered around, it felt like a whole new world.
you step back on instinct and bump into mikasa behind, where you see her sweet mischievous smile. your eyes fall onto your boyfriend and you’re left nearly speechless.
“what the heck is all this guys!?” you exclaim. a smile a cemented onto your face as your friends surround you. “it’s a baby shower, duh!” connie jokes as he grabs your shoulder. that’s when realization sets in that all of your friends were in on this.
eren slings his arm around your shoulder and leans in. “so…? did we shock you?” you slightly fall on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek. “of course you did! this is so sweet of you guys, thank you,” you pout, admiring the smiles coming from all the people you care about.
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you positioned yourself with you back against the arm rest of his couch and rested your legs over his lap. eren lightly grazed his fingertips up and down your calves.
you all had started to play drinking card game and jean and connie were getting armin to finally loosen up a bit so you two had a while before it would be each others turn again.
he leans in closer to you as your fingers tangled in with the necklace he got you. “did you like all the gifts?” he asked you, not in a whisper, but in a tone where only you could hear. your palm reaches the side of his face. “mhm! i really wouldn’t have expected that from you,”
the brunette looks at you, playfully offended. “what’s that s’posed to mean?” he shoots, pinching at the sides of your waist. you giggle and shake him off. “nothing, honestly! it’s just that before class i started to think you just forgot or didn’t know about my birthday,”
his look turns serious. “of course not.” the shift sets your heart to speed as his hand makes its way to your thighs. he grips them tightly; not rough, but secure, reassuring.
you swallow, and this is the moment where the liquor hits in for you two. all together, you were probably around 12 shots in combined. you were in a state of mind where it felt like the two of you were the only ones in the room, despite the loud music and uproar of your overhyped friends.
eren scans your face for a sign of doubt. he watches it fade as your lips parted slightly for him.
the first kiss is gentle. a greeting.
his eyes are hazy and glossed over but with hint of neediness
the second kiss. an invitation. a green light.
your fingers creep into his hair as his slide up your waist. your thighs lean into his chest as each of you intensify the kiss. the warmth of his hands against the back of your legs entrances you his booze-tainted tongue glides against your lips for permission inside.
before its granted, a “ta-da!!” from sasha rings around the group. she makes her way to the coffee table in front of the couch and places down a cake. a rectangular pastry with your name drawn into the icing. candles were placed in the center of the cake while little toothpicks with pictures of your friends faces were gathered into the corner.
‘happy birthday, we love you!’ is written with your name. the visual makes tugs at your heart as you adjust yourself off of eren. he gets up as well to face towards to get a good picture of you in front of the cake. you swoon over the display as you get a quick photo, making sure to include the little heads.
armin, through his drunken haze slurs out, “3…2….3..2..1!”
they all chant happy birthday to you and you swayed with their singing. soon enough it was time for your to make your wish and everyone anticipated you blowing out the candles.
but you were stuck you didn’t know what to wish for. here you were on your birthday, with all your friends that came together to make it all special, just for you. you had everything you could’ve wished for.
‘i wish..for things to stay just like this.’ you thought to yourself before blowing all candles in one go.
“see jean,” armin whispered, “i’m not the only one good at blowing…” he hiccups and giggles at his reference as a series of claps and cheers drown him out. eren was still recording as you picked up the toothpick with his head on it, showed it to the camera and gave it a small kiss. before connie and sasha photobombed and playfully crashed into you on the couch. mikasa handed you a knife to cut the first slice of cake.
and there it was, that feeling again. it was still and easy despite the excitement of the party. nothing was foreign nothing made you nervous. you were happy, felt cherished. you wanted this moment for life.
yea, this really was your only wish.
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extra! ֺּׅ⏦ﾟ ֺּׅ
you leaned on balcony railing, just getting some fresh air from all the excitement inside. you looked down on the city lights as you felt the breeze tickle your ears. you feel a warm presence creep up behind as a voice takes up space.
“you alright?” eren spoke as he pulls you close to him by your waist. your hands rested on his chest as you hum in response. “mhm!” your lips land on his again almost as an attempt to continue what got interrupted before.
he gently breaks the kiss as the back of his hand caresses your cheek. a not-so-innocent smirk glides across his lips.
“y’know i do have one more gift waiting for you,” he says tightening his grip around you. you bit your lip in anticipation. “oh yea? pray tell..” you tease, slightly tugging at his shirt. “no no..you’ll have to wait a little bit longer for that one,” he says, kissing you deeply once more.
“you wound me!” you joke, dramatically facing away from. he chuckles as his thumb and pointer grab your chin to make you face him again. he give you another kiss. it’s softer, sweeter.
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you didn’t think anyone knew about your birthday. not that you blamed them; you never brought it up and you had only known your friends for a few months and you definitely didn’t see them everyday. however something felt quieter than usual, like the world went still just for you.
earlier that day
it was a friday, you woke up in your dorm room, by yourself, earlier than your 10:00 alarm. your roommate, mikasa, was already gone. wiping the sleep out of your eyes, you check your phone, 9:47. your eyes drift to your messages and you see,
“connie 😛”
‘if you had to chose would you have a baby shower indoors or outdoors’
your eyebrows furrow as you look at your screen.
‘uh…
inside
what??
who’s pregnant???’
read 9:51
you roll your eyes and swipe out of messages and open instagram.
“@e.jeager liked your story”
you had recently gotten your hair done as a birthday gift for yourself. the cutest black side part with bouncy curls installed. you felt shallow for getting excited at his attention. you two had met through armin after a class and realized you shared a marketing class with him. the both of you had been exclusive for about two months. everything was pretty sweet between you and him.
however, after a moment you had felt a little sour that not even he had said anything about your birthday. before you could dwell any further your alarm finally went off, signaling you to get ready for your first class. you dragged yourself to your shared bathroom and were surprised with a black cat stuffed animal on the corner of sink with a note.
“happy birthday, see you soon. -mika”
your lips pouted at the gesture. you had known mikasa the longest with her being your roommate you. you went to text her thank you but she was on do not disturb. you figured wherever you’d see her you’d thank her then. you went back to your bed to give the cat a better home and finished getting ready
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meanwhile
jean and armin sat on erens couch, inflating the balloons for the party decorations. as the blond blows ties them with ease, jeans lips lose grip of his balloon and it shoots armins way. “jean.” armin glares at him through his lenses as he ties up another balloon.
“my bad bro,” jean shot his hands up “not everyone’s as good at blowing as you are…” he jokes with suggestive hand movement. armin is taken aback by jean’s immaturity and gives him a disgusted look “whaaat..?!” he hisses before smacking the other with a balloon. jean chuckles before getting interrupted by the man himself.
“guys!” eren shouts from outside on the balcony. “i asked you guys to come over to help not to mess around!”
“did she text back” eren hovered over connie’s phone that was open on your text thread. connie playfully elbowed him out the way. “i can’t tell, your big heads in the way.” eren pursed his lips and slouched in front of him, awaiting an answer.
“she said inside” connie announced, tapping his joint into an ashtray. “wasn’t very subtle by the way.. a baby shower? really..?”
“that’s why I had you text her not me. she’d expect a random text like that from you.”
connie tried to act offended but then he scrolled up along your text thread and it was full of his shower thoughts. “hm. touché,”
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11:00
your first and only class of the day was marketing. the usual spot that you and eren sat in was empty other than a bouquet of your favorite flowers and a card that read:
“happy birthday pretty girl, there’ll be something special waiting for you in your room after class. see you soon -eren ♡ ”
a smile crept across your face as you pull out your phone to take a picture of the display.
“eren boyfie 💘”
‘*sent attachment*
is this some sort of scavenger hunt?’
‘something like that ;)’
you snort a bit before placing the bouquet in between your legs for lecture.
after class, you walked faster than usual back to your dorm. your door was already unlocked, which left you nervous but you walked in anyways. on your bed awaited a small black gift back with gold glitter. tied to the strap of the bag was a cupcake balloon with a note on it.
you reached up to grab the note.
‘head to the spot we first met’
you shoved the note into your purse before looking into the bag. it had a box with a necklace. it was a flying white dove holding an olive branch with a gold chain.
it was beautiful. you stared at it for a bit before a knock on your door interrupts.
you open it to see a blur of blonde hair as the girl collapsed into a hug. “happy birthday!!”
“thank you, historia”
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eren was caught smiling at his phone as sasha crept behind him. “so what’d she think of the flowers!? “jesus christ, sasha!” he jumps, nearly dropping his phone. he scowls at her, “aren’t you supposed to be decorating the cake?”
“don’t be silly, jeager, i’m just waiting for it to cool down”
connie slings his arm around erens shoulders, causing him to slouch. “can’t blame him sasha, he wants everything to be perfect for his girlfriend~” connie drags his words in a babyish tone.
eren braces himself for this round of teasing from the duo. it’s been back to back all day.
“you’re right con, i may be the one baking but he’s the one that’s completely whipped”
the tall brunette rolled his eyes at their jokes before swatting the two bugs off of him as they quietly continue their mocking. he moves to the couch to help with armin and jeans balloons. eren sinks into the furniture before bouncing his knee and inflating more.
“eren you don’t need to stress so much,” armin assures. “everything’s going fine, by now she should be out with historia, so we have plenty of time to decorate.” eren struggled to tie a balloon as he spoke, “i want everything to be perfect, she deserves this so much.”
“that’s why we’re here, stupid,” jean shoves him out of his slump. “everyone knows a party ain’t good a party without a touch of jean” eren throws a couch pillow at his face and inflates another balloon.
“but she never sent a picture of the second gift i got her…what if she didn’t like it? what if she didn’t get it? what if so-“ *ba-ding*
‘pretty girl’
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you walk out of the dressing room to look at yourself in the mirror. a short white dress with a hem that ended mid thigh, an off the shoulder neckline that highlighted your cleavage, your back exposed as the dress is tied together with a satin ribbon. you felt sexy, yet elegant.
“oh em gee!! you look amazing! this one might be my favorite,” she says as she ties up the string on the back for you. you smile at her through the mirror. by now you’ve tried on tens of dresses and you think you finally found the right one.
“thank you.. you really didn’t have to do this,” you reminded her as she swiped her card at the register. “don’t be silly, honey, it’s your birthday,”
the two of you rode in her car to take you back to the dorms. historia plays paramore in the background as you lean against the window. looking through it you can see the lower half of your face in the side mirror, and your attention shifts to the necklace that eren gifted you. you pull out your phone and take a selfie making sure to get the pendant in frame. your smile in the corner of the screen with the necklace viewed in the center.
you sent the picture to your boyfriend to let him know you got it. as you hit send you recognize the building you drove past.
‘head to the spot we first met’
“can you drop me off here?” you perk up. historia glances at you, then out the window. “the library?” she asks, already turning into the parking lot.
“mhm!”
she pulls up to the front of the entrance and hugs you farewell, “bye honey i’ll see you soon,” her singsong tone echos as you leave the car. “see you later, ‘toria”
2:07
you scurry into the library with your purse and shopping bag in hand, hoping that whatever eren had waiting for you was still there. you walk in and already see a bag with another balloon attached to it. the women at the front desk is deep into a book and doesn’t notice you at first. you peak over the desk to check for a name tag and lo and behold, your name written in red ink.
“excuse me miss, could i get that bag please?” the woman looks up at you, knocked back into reality, “oh so you’re the birthday girl, a very lucky girl you are, the boy who dropped it off is quite the catch,” she gawks at you and you can’t help but smile wide at the comment. you thank her make your way to your dorm.
the walk was only about 7 minutes. you enter your dorm to hear mikasa with a blow dryer in your shared bathroom. you pop in next her to greet her. “mika i haven’t seen you all day~,”
you wrap your arms around her as she continues to dry her hair and smiles at you through the mirror. she quietly pats your head to satisfy you while she’s still busy getting ready.
you let her, and you finally open the third gift. inside the bag was an envelope and a box. the box held gold heels that wrapped around your calf as gems adorned the straps. you open the envelope to find a key and a final note.
‘4pm, -eren’
these notes just get vaguer and vaguer. you thought to yourself. however, you recognized the number on the round of the key, it was his apartment number.
3:17
your favorite playlist is playing throughout your dorm as you sat at your desk and mirror on the side of your bed adding in the final touches of your makeup. you wiped off any excess gloss or highlighter intensively. you gave yourself one final look before focusing on your dress and shoes.
“mikaaa, can you help me please?” you whine, hinting at the string in the back of you dress. she ties it up for you and you noticed that she’s put together nicely too. a spaghetti strapped black dress with her hair half up half down. “where are you going?” you teased looking her up and down. she stifles a laugh, “the same place you’re going,”
this confused you even more, however, she refused to elaborate. she made her way to the door and you blindly followed her, like a kitten following her mother. “ready?” she asked.
you swallow before you nod yes and find your way to her car.
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3:56
“mikasa just said she’s pulling in!” armin exclaims. the rooms stress level increased as the group scrambled to find a hiding spot. jean and armin hid behind the couch, connie hid behind the curtains, and sasha ducked underneath the kitchen counter.
eren was the one to turn off the lights as he heard the elevator ding from far down the hall. then made his way behind a lounge chair. the darkness is still and quiet as keys jingle from outside.
!husbandlevi x depressed fem!reader (fluff, hurt/comfort, lwk a self-insert)
all the work tension washes off of levi as he walks through the entrance of his home. it’s quiet, not a bad quiet, but thick and still.
he rests his coat on the hanger and makes his way to the kitchen to make two cups of tea for you both. green, with a drizzle of honey.
he reaches your shared room and sees you bedridden under the thin ash blue sheets. your back was faced towards him. levi examined how the sunset pierced through the windows and fell onto your exposed skin. he sighed as he placed the teacups down.
the cup from the morning was cold but half empty, which he took as a good sign. he sits on his side of the bed and calls out your name. you stay silent even though he can tell you’re awake. he taps the mattress beneath him as he thinks in the silence.
“today, i caught my students trying to set up a barber shop business in the school bathrooms”
your snort exposes you as you body curls up from slight embarrassment.
finally, you turn you head towards you husband. you watch his face soften, “there she is,” he whispers. his left hand reaches over and cups the side of your face. you lean into his touch and adjust yourself. he does the same until your head is on his chest. his hand underneath you caresses the back of your head while the other rubs your cheek.
every kiss he plants on your face is deep and slow. each kiss feels like a string of words said through the silence. every look feels like a safety net.
your forehead.
‘ i don’t know what you’re going through in your head ’
your left cheek
‘ and im not forcing you to tell me’
your right
‘ but whatever it is ’
your lips
‘ i’ll be here ’
his gaze swallows you whole. as if he sees every single part of you and love you anyway.
your hands creeps in between the two of you and your fingers interlock with his. he presses a final kiss into the back of your hand as you let sleep wash you over.
