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satorusdiary · 1 year

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Dating basketball player Eren jaeger.

Basketball player! Eren who has a necklace with your initials, filled with small diamond jewels. Not only that but you have a necklace that his initials, just so everyone knew who was yours.

Basketball player! Eren who doesn’t go to parties, which is unusual since he was the one who would attend all parties that was happening with his friends. Instead, he’s in his dorm room with you in his bed watching some scary movie you begged him to play for what it seemed like forever.

Basketball player! Eren who drives the both of you to his practices. Every day or night, whenever he has practices your coming along for sure. Just so he could see your cute smile sitting on the bleachers, whilst watching him practice to make you proud.

Basketball player! Eren who makes out with you in the hallways infront of anyone who has a crush on him. Just so he could prove to them that he’s only yours.

Basketball player! Eren who looks out for you in the crowd during a game when he makes a shot. Shooting a wink at your direction along with a cute bright smile. He always notices whenever you blow a kiss his way.

Basketball player! Eren who won’t stop bragging about you to his teammates! Whether it would be in the locker room, or in the court while their practicing for their upcoming game.

“Bro, i’m being serious. Y/N is a fucking angel. I love her soo fucking much, did you see how cute she was in my jersey?” Eren rants to his friends, being half naked with a towel covering his bottom half.

Reiner rolls his eyes, and sighs.

“yes eren, i think we know how lucky you are to have a hot girlfriend with an ass.” Reiner blurts out the last part, on accident. Now his eyes are wide.

Eren glares at Reiner.

“I know she’s hot Reiner. But if you stare at her like that i’ll fucking pull up to your neighborhood at three am, i’m not playin’ around.” Eren grunts, slamming his locker closed, sending a strong push of wind towards Reiner who watches his friend leave the locker room pissed off.

Basketball player! Eren who walks you to your classes. Always having an arm wrapped around your waist to pull you closer to him, not letting any male besides the guys he’s cool with close to you. After you both make it to your class, he kisses your forehead and your lips waving you goodbye and to have a good class.

Basketball player! Eren who has you on his lap whenever he does attend a party. Most likely he would go if you wanted to go. He’s sitting on a chair beside the pool whilst interacting with his friends, and teammates going over the next game.

Basketball player! Eren who unfollows any girl who isn’t you. This only happened because you mentioned once about how many girls he was following as a joke.

“Rennie.. why is your following count so low on instagram.” You nervously ask your boyfriend who was sitting on his desk doing his homework.

His hair was out of its bun, freely laying against his shoulders. He looked, utterly focused on his homework that would be due tomorrow.

“Jus felt like it. Why should i follow any other girl when they aren’t my pretty girlfriend?.” His smile gets brighter, sending a heartwarming feeling into your chest. Your lover for him always increasing from his actions.

You grin, walking over and sitting on his lap. Eren chuckles at the amount of kisses your pressing all over his face.

“Mwah! i love you s’muchhh.” You pressed another kiss.

Eren cups your cheek, placing a sweet kiss on your lips.

“I love you more, pretty girl so much more than you know it.

Basketball player! Eren who punches the shit out of any dude who checks you out in front of him. It gets really bad when he needs three of his friends to pull him off of the dude who decided to disrespect you. His girl.

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Basketball player! Eren who fucks you rough, just because he lost a game for the first time in so long. He has you on all fours, begging him to slow down when his big cock is jamming inside you multiple times. He had one of his hands slither down to your clit to toy with you more, making you arch your back more and cry out his name.

Basketball player! Eren who fucks you against the lockers in the changing rooms after his victory game, just to make one of the players who have a crush on you jealous that Erens the one that’s fucking you. The look on his face never fails to make Eren grin in satisfaction.

His jersey is over you, and is the only thing your wearing while your getting pounded. Your legs wrapped around Erens waist, and him pressing kisses to your cheeks muttering how much he loves you, and how much he would love to have a family with you and marry you.

After that the other player who had a crush on you never showed up to practice ever again.

Basketball player! Eren who gets head from you before a game happens. The both of you are in a small closet, with you on your knees taking Erens cock in your throat as best as you could. Eren, who is standing beside the wall, forcefully thrusting his dick inside your sweet mouth.

Basketball player! Eren who invites you inside his dorm to study, when later on your going to be sitting on his face with his mouth sucking and licking your folds.

Basketball player! Eren who sends the guys who flirt with you a photo of you on your knees giving Eren a blow job. If they manage to piss off Eren more, he ends up sending the boys your guys sex tape just so they would stop flirting with his baby.

Basketball player! Eren who stuffs you full of his cum, and uses your underwear to stop it from leaking out when the both of you are walking bath to a class you both have together. All of your classmates look at you both, noticing how messy you both looked. But they aren’t a stupid, they knew you fucked.

Basketball player! Eren who touches you inappropriately and makes out with you infront of the girls who flirt with him. Never forgetting to introduce you to them, a sad and embarrassed expression playing on their faces as they apologize to you.

“Oh, this is my beautiful girlfriend y/n. Did you she’s going to move in with me once we graduate? Not only that, but did you know she sucked my dick about.. hmm.. 12 minutes ago?” A menacing grin appears on his face.

Basketball player! Eren who cockwarms you whilst you do your homework. It doesn’t take long before you start bouncing on his dick, begging for him to cum inside you.

Basketball player! Eren who takes photos of you filled with his cum, naked with only his jersey on, and on his dick when his cum gets on your whole body. He never fails to keep the photos in his wallet, his binder, and on the mirror in his car.

Basketball player! Eren who always tells you he loves you, and always spills all of his feelings to you whenever you both are having soft, slow, loving sex just for you to feel better whenever you have a bad day.

Basketball player! Eren who makes it clear to anyone who tries interfering with his relationship that you’re his favorite girl. And that you both belong to each other. No bitch is going to ruin that.

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porcalinecunt · 3 months

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eren yeager and violent throat fucking . . . ﹒⪩⪨﹒

he’s not friendly about oral, whether it’s pinning you by your thighs and eating you out like a starved animal or fucking your throat as if it’s his personal fleshlight.

your hair in a makeshift ponytail, holding you in place as eren shoves his dick in and out of your mouth at a rapid pace. you couldn’t even moan from how hard he was fucking your pretty little throat, only gags and choked out sobs made it to his ears and went straight into his hard on. oh how he adored the sight of you in such a lewd position. syrupy eyes staring up at his, flushed cheeks and pouty lips wrapped around his girth. he didn’t care about the mess you were making down there, all he wanted was to breed your throat full before bending you over and fucking your pretty cunny raw ♡

“that was all you could do? bend over, i’ll fuck you ‘till your crying for more.”

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zeltqz · 1 year

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blackout (nsfw)

In which eren and his ex reconcile during a power outage.

The abrupt knocking on his dorm door startled Eren slightly. He removes his headphones, sliding them down his neck, groaning as he heads towards his front door. He has to use his phone flashlight because there was a power shortage in the university tonight.

The announcement said that the outage would last the entire night and the head of school “advised” everyone to use the lack of phones, tv etc to their advantage and get a good night’s rest.

Nobody listened of course. But Eren was still confused as to who could be knocking on his door this late. His friends were out for the weekend, renting out a rental to stay at but Eren declined the invite, wanting to study for his exams instead.

The last person he’d expect to see knocking at his door at 10PM was you. He opens the door and greets you with his usual charismatic smile, despite the situation being totally awkward. “Hey……what are you doing here?”

You clench your jaw and close your eyes, as if the question were about to ask was physically painful to ask. Technically it was, but you had no other choice. “...May I sleep over tonight?”

Eren brings a hand up, cupping his ear and asks you to repeat. You glare, telling him to knock it off.

Despite being broken up for almost two months, Eren still won’t ever miss an opportunity to tease you for literally anything. He crosses his arms, leaning against the doorframe, “Why do you wanna sleep at mine?”

“Well—you’re the only person I know in this block…so.”

“Hm, or you could just sleep at your own place?”

You look down and scratch your arm, raking your nails along the skin. Eren notices the subtle action, but doesn’t comment on it—only now realising how nervous you look right now.

It’s honestly out of character for you, usually someone that has such a bold mouth, especially around Eren, not afraid to speak your mind and call him out on his bullshit.

The most Eren has seen from you since the break up was the occasional glare and whenever he does see you smile, it’s not directed at him. So to see you acting this way feels vulnerable almost.

“This is so embarrassing,” A nervous smile graces your lips as you fiddle with your fingers. “Don’t repeat this to anyone—and don’t laugh when I tell you.” There’s a ghost of a smile on his lips, already ready to laugh. “Seriously Eren, or I’ll break your toe.”

He chuckles, nodding his head, waiting for you to reveal your super top secret.

You exhale through your mouth, almost snapping your fingers with how hard you’re gripping onto them right now. “Hey…” Eren reaches out and grabs your hands, separating them from each other before he has to take you to the hospital. “Seriously, what's up? You’re sorta scarin’ me.”

“I’m—I’m sorta…scared of the dark.” You divert your gaze past Eren’s face, finding a sudden interest in the wall instead.

Feeling a little bit relieved it wasn’t something genuinely upsetting and your nervous behavior was only a result of your phobia, he brings a hand up to his mouth, splaying it across his mouth in an obvious attempt to try and stiffen the laughter bubbling in his throat.

“Eren! I wasn’t lying when I said I’d break your toe.” You poke your finger at his chest.

“What if I just blindfold you? What will you do then?” He leans forward to tease you before you shove him away from you, creating a reasonable distance between you two.

You stare up at him for a second, fighting the mental battle in your brain to slap his stupid face. The only thing stopping you from doing so is the fact you currently need refuge in his dorm because you’re too afraid to go back to your own.

“Can I stay with you? Just for tonight, please?” You repeat, voice much softer and gentle. His eyes softened for a moment, remembering the other times you’ve spoken to him in that tone was during the happy moments in your relationship.

He ignores the weird feeling and sudden urge of uncomfortable memories racing through his head and simply steps aside to let you inside. It’s just as dark in his house as it is at your place but due to him having more windows in his place, the darkness isn’t as uncomfortable as your own.

“Did you eat anything today?” Eren asks, digging through his fridge ready to make you something to eat till he remembers that the stove wouldn’t be working anyway.

“Yeah, I ate like a sandwich for lunch, that’s about it.”

“I have some marshmallows left over from last night if you want some?”

“Marshmellows?” Your laugh is right behind him and he almost jumps a little, not expecting you to be that close.

“Yeah, uh, Armin got high for the first time and craved marshmallows so—”

“That’s cute.” You smile to yourself, picturing Armin high, “how—um, how is he by the way? Mikasa too?”

Ever since you broke up with Eren, you barely spoke to them despite seeing them almost on a daily basis throughout your two year relationship.

It was hard not being able to talk to Mikasa for the first couple weeks after the breakup. You’d been going to her for advice because she was the most honest person you’d ever met. She won’t be afraid to tell you what she’s thinking, almost being straight up with you, not caring if the truth hurts your feelings.

Her words did hurt, yes, but it was better than being told lies.

Armin was like your best friend. He was so helpful and whenever Eren fucked up and you both got into an arguement or a disagreement, giving the two of you the best of advice that always got you back together.

“They’re good, yeah.” Eren hands you the bag of marshmellows and you follow behind him as he walks over to the couch in his living room.

You take a seat on the far edge of the couch, wanting to create some space between you two. Propping your legs up to sit cross legged with the packet between your legs, you struggle to find the opening due to the darkness.

Eren laughs when he hears the packet scrunching around, a clear indication that you’re struggling. “Need help?”

“No—I don’t.”

Eren shifts a bit closer and you freeze when his thigh brushes against your knee. “Give it here.” You hesitate before complying, handing the box, using what small light your eyes can produce to see him fiddle with it for a moment, then finding the opening easily.

He digs his hand through, pulling out a handful of marshmallows for himself before handing the packet back to you. “Thank you.”

The two of you sit and bask in the silence of the room. You try to chew extra slowly, not wanting to make any unnecessary chewing sounds by eating it too fast.

Eren seems to notice and he snorts into his hand.

You glance towards him, sending him a look that he can’t see because of two reasons in particular.

One: it’s dark as shit.

Two: his gaze is directed towards his phone.

From what you can see, his brightness is low, but his hands are typing at his keyboard so he must be texting someone. The nosiness inside you builds up and you use the lack of light in the room to your advantage, leaning in slightly just to see who’s he’s texting.

Not that it matters anyway. He can text whoever he wants, you don’t care.

But reading the name, you realise it’s a girl’s name and a part of you instantly regret looking. You’re not even sure why it’s bothering this much, but you shift away from him and divert your attention back onto the candy.

Chewing the soft candy, you silently pray for the power to come back on before tomorrow morning. Being stuck inside with him was driving you literally insane.

Eren looks up from his phone minutes later, shifting to rest his head on the couch's backrest. He lazily turns his head to face you. “You’ve been hella silent, you alright?”

“‘M fine.” You feel a little sick stuffing your face full of this many marshmallows and the taste is starting to piss you off. Closing the packet, you hand it back to Earen.

He simply looks at it, then raises a brow gently, “What?”

“I’m not hungry no more.”

Eren nods, taking the box from you then leaning to the side to put it on the other edge of the couch. He sinks back into the couch, bringing out his phone again.

You can’t help the way your face tightens up, can’t help the press of your lips together as you watch him divert his attention back to that fucking phone.

A sudden wave of fatigue hits you at that very moment and you hope the marshmallows were laced because that way you could blame your next actions on marijuana.

You lift his hands up from were they were seated on his lap to free up space, ignoring the confused look on his face when you shift on the couch to lay your head down there.

Despite the fact that there’s cushions right next to you, something just possesses you to do that. Eren uses one hand to type, subconsciously drumming his fingers along the side of your head, scratching at your scalp gently in a way he used to.

Maybe it was just muscle memory for him, but he remembers your special spots, the way you tilt your head back to lean further into his embrace.

Eren looks down at you on his lap, he can’t see what facial expression you’re wearing because of the way you’re facing, but from the low hum of your voice, he can tell you enjoy it. “You tired?”

“ Exhausted .” You sigh, shifting onto your back so you could look up at his face. “Why do you still remember that spot?” You groan when he scratches that spot near your baby hairs.

“How could I ever forget?” He laughs, cautious not to mess up your hair because he knows how much you hate that. “You still got that hair-pulling kink, huh?”

You instantly sit the second he reminds you of that awful moment when he tugged on your hair a little harshly and you moaned. He never let you live that down. “Don’t ever bring that up again.” You point your finger in his face, threatening to poke him in the eye.

He laughs and pushes your hand away from his face. “Okay, I won’t. Just lay back down.” He uses the grip on your hair to push you back down onto his lap but you shake your head and resist, sitting beside him instead.

“I missed you.” He says after a short moment.

Those words make your throat tighten up. You swear you could feel your heartbeat hammering in your chest, a thump booming against your ear drums. You’d never think three words would affect you this much.

You look away, unable to look him in the eye, not ready to see if his expression was just as soft as his voice.

You weren’t sure how you felt. The breakup was mutual. Ended on good terms, but you couldn’t help but hate him for how much he affected you. He was on your mind for a good two months after the break up.

Whenever you saw him in public, at the back of your classes, in the cafeteria—your eyes naturally gravitated towards him, like some sort of impulsive reflex.

Two fingers hook onto your chin, turning your face towards him. Your gaze is still looking down, now your eyes are staring at his lap instead of your own. “Can you look at me?”

Call yourself crazy, but you swear you could detect a slight hint of desperation in his voice, masked off as nonchalance. You shake your head almost too quickly, removing his fingers from your chin. “Don’t try to reel me back in, Eren. It’s over, remember?”

“Yeah, I remember.” How could I forget? Eren misses when just moments ago, you were willing to fall down that memory train. It’s awkwardly silent now as the two of you sit there. “You still tired?”

“Yeah.” You slide off the couch, dusting off your clothes. “Could I take a shower and…sleep over if the power doesn’t come back tonight?”

Eren can’t help the way his mind wanders back to your naked body, even in the darkness of the room, he can still see your figure perfectly, outlining and blending in with the shadows.

“Eren?”

He blinks twice, realising he hadn’t answered your question yet. “Yeah?”

“I asked if I could sleep over if the power doesn’t come back on.”

“Yeah, sure. I don’t mind.”

The confirmation was all you needed to get out of this tense awkward situation. You made your way down the hallway, hands out around you to touch any surrounding objects that might be blocking your path.

He watches you, eyes half lidded, lips curling up into a mischievous smirk as he hears your footsteps half at the end of the hallway, phobia of the dark coming into high gear when you realise he wasn’t accompanying you to the bathroom like you’d hoped.

The footsteps start up again and before he knows it, you’re back in front of him in record time, tugging at the hem of his shirt while looking down at the floor, embarrassed that it has to come to this. You mumble something under your breath, voice sort of meek and shy, one that you used to use on him back when you were dating and you needed something.

“Hm, what’s the matter, baby?” He faux pouts, grabbing your hand tugging on his shirt and pulling it away from him.

“Could—” You pause, thinking of a right way to word your sentence without indirectly stroking his ego, “May you please accompany me to the bathroom?”

“You’re such a baby,” he states, playfully wrapping his arms around your shoulder, tugging you close to his chest in the process as he proceeds to lead you down the hallway to his bathroom. “Want me to stay in the bathroom while you shower too?”

“No, you perv.” You push him away from you and enter the bathroom. Halfway through taking off your pants, you realise you didn’t have any pyjamas. You would have brought some too but wanted to save the humiliation in case Eren didn’t allow you inside.

You wander over to the shower, turning it on for a couple seconds and running your fingers through the shower head water. It’s cold. “...Hey Eren, how long does it take for the water to turn hot?”

“The shower’s been pretty janky lately, I think Mikasa broke it actually. Anyway, you gotta jiggle the thingy and push.”

“...What?” You blink at the wall for a couple seconds, trying to understand what the ‘ thingy ’ you’re supposed to jiggle is. You laugh to yourself, wondering why you even thought Eren was a reliable source for information.

Eren, who was just about to lay down on his bed, sighs and stands up. The bathroom door opens abruptly and you yelp and scream in surprise. “Eren?! Ever heard of knocking!?”

“Shut up, nothing I haven’t seen before. Oh wait, I can’t see shit.”

You roll your eyes at his horrible attempt at a joke. Your cheeks heat up at the realisation of the first part of his sentence, mind automatically registering all the mind blowing astronomical sex the both of you used to have.

“Okay, whatever, just jiggle the ‘thingy’ and let me take a shower.” Before you could step aside and let Eren do all the jingling, his chest is against your back, his hands holding your wrists firmly to guide you on how to fix the showers.

Your face feels hot as he’s telling you the instructions, hands pressing into yours as he pushes the—to be fair you have no clue what you’re currently pushing because one, its dark and you can’t see jackshit, and two, you can’t focus on anything because of how close he is right now.

His voice is going in one ear and out the other, your mind nodding and humming ‘mhm’ despite you not understanding anything. Eventually you snap out of it and actually focus on what he’s saying.

You lean forward a little bit to jiggle the knob whilst the other feels the temperature of the water, waiting for it to turn hot.

“‘Kay, now push in.” You do as he instructs and the hot water almost burns your hand.

“Ow, shit!” You pull back abruptly, bumping back into Eren whilst flinging your hand to try and air dry it.

Eren’s hands land on your waist to steady you. “You good?”

“Yeah, just burnt the shit out of my hand, fuck.” It stings whenever you apply pressure to it and it’s making you squirm.

Unbeknownst to Eren, he has no clue that you’re currently naked in front of him until he digs his fingers harder into your waist to steady you.

“Stop moving, wait, c’mere—” He tries not to focus on your ass currently pressing back on his dick and leads you towards the sink to run your hand under cold water. “You’re so stupid sometimes.”

“Says you! Who even showers at that temperature, who do you think you are?” You elbow him in the ribs, basking in his choked laughter.

“I thought girls love hot showers?”

“Oh, so you intentionally made it super hot to get girls? Never thought you’d stoop that low Eren—ow!” You yelp when he switches taps, turning the cold one off and the hot one on. “You’re such a dick!”

“Just to you.” He leans down to whisper it in your ear before getting elbows in the ribs again.

“Now get out, you tormented me enough, I need to shower.”

“If you need company—” Your vision is blinded when he covers both your eyes with hands, “just call for me, kay?”

“Eren, get out.” You elbow him once more in order for him to get the message to leave. You don’t hop in the shower till you hear the door shut. With your newfound knowledge on how to work his mystery shower, you hop inside.

Eren lays down on his bed, enjoying the darkness in the room as his mind wanders. He can practically hear his heart pounding through his chest and eardrums. To confirm his suspicions, he places a hand down on his heart.

“Fucking hell.” He groans into his pillow, hating how his heart is currently beating fast as if he’d just ran a marathon, simply because he got to touch your waist. He’s acting like a goddamn virgin and he needs to accept the fact that you two are over.

The water stops running and he’s too deep into his thoughts to hear you call his name, asking for spare clothes. It’s not until you open the bathroom door, padding towards him with wet feet and a towel on, then he looks up.

“Eren, I said I need clean clothes.”

Thanks to the window inside his bedroom, the darkness is alleviated slightly, making it very obvious you’re in just a towel. “Can’t you just wear this to sleep?” He tugs on the tip of your towel, tugging it slightly whilst rubbing the soft material between his thumb and index finger.

“Stop…you perv.” You tug his hands off, “Give me clean clothes.”

“My clothes won’t fit yo—wait, gimme a spin.”

You raise your head to shoot him a withering glare, then decide the only way you’re going to get clothed is by doing as he says, so you comply, giving him a slight 360.

“Yeah, they definitely won’t fit you.”

“Shut up, give me the clothes. I’ll manage.” You rub your wet shoulders with your palms as you watch him retreat over to his closest, then before you know it—or before you could dodge it, a plain black t-shirt is being thrown at your face.

“Thank you.” You say with a blank face, trying to hide the fact that you’re never going to give him the shirt back.

Ever .

It smells way too good.

Using the darkness to your advantage, you strip the towel off almost immediately and quickly change into the shirt. “I need pants.”

“You definitely don’t.”

“Eren.”

He clicks his tongue at the stern tone of your voice and tosses a pair of shorts in your direction. It falls somewhere on the floor and you kick around to feel for it, then put them on. You climb onto the bed, making sure to sit at the far end of it to create some distance between you both.

You hear Eren’s footsteps pad around the room, then the sound of the door opening. “Hey wait, where are you going?”

“Downstairs?” He says it like it was obvious, “I’m sleeping on the couch.”

“No.”

No? Eren tilts his head confused, “What?”

“No, I mean…stay—” you pat the spot on the bed next to you, “please?”

Fuck, how could he resist that?

He climbs onto the bed next to you. You’re both facing opposite directions and a cold draft might’ve slapped you in the fact with the sudden coldness in the room.

Eren’s a little shocked when he feels your body press up against his own, but doesn’t complain. Why would he? He wraps his bicep around your body, pulling you towards him.

You’re grateful for the darkness for once as you smile into the pillow at the feeling of his hands tracing shapes into your stomach, as if to help you relax and get to sleep.

His fingers test the waters, seeing how far he can take this before you snap at him, dipping his fingers even lower, brushing against the waistband of the shorts he lended you, a single finger dipping inside.

Eren waits for you to snap at him, or nudge him with your elbow, telling him to knock it off…but it doesn’t come. Maybe you’ve fallen asleep?

He keeps his hands there for a moment, retreating after around thirty seconds of leaving it there, not wanting to touch you while you’re asleep.

Your hand darts out to stop him before he could fully remove his fingers from your shorts. “Don’t tease me like that, Yeager.”

“Oh? You want it?” He’s pressing up against you again, not shy in how close he can get to you this time. He enters his hand inside your shorts to realise you’re not even wearing panties.

These shorts officially became his favourite pair of shorts.

Your grip on the pillow tightens when he brushes your folds with a rough yet gentle touch, placing his chin on your shoulder so he can hear the way your breathing speeds up.

Biting back a moan, your fingers dig intoo the fabric of the pillow when he rubs your clit in smooth circles. “F—fuck—”

“Hm, you like that? You want more?” He whispers directly into your ear, breath hot and ready by your eardrum, tickling you.

“Y-yes please—fuck—” Your erratic breathing turns into soft moans when he dips a single finger inside, stroking against your walls.

“Tell me what you want, baby.”

“...Kiss me, please.” You manage to choke out when he curls his finger inside you.

Using his spare hand, he grips onto your chin and pulls your head back so he can slot his mouth against yours. You almost crack your neck with how far you’re leaning back in order to kiss him, but you don’t care.

He smiles because he knows you’re just as desperate for this as he is. He pulls away from the kiss, moving hair out of your face and watches the way your eyes linger a little too long on his lips.

“Staring won’t solve anything y’know?” He mutters the words against your lips, piercing green eyes staring into your own as if he’s hypnotising you to initiate the kiss this time.

He looks down at the sheets where his hands are moving inside you, making sure he curls his fingers just the right way to have you clinging to his shoulders, wrapping your arms around him tighter as you melt against him.

“I missed you s’much—” You mumble as you tip forward to kiss him, which takes no effort at all, not when he’s already ready and waiting for you.

His lips are soft and plump, the way they always were. He moves with confidence, moulding your lips so consistently against yours, licking into your mouth with the surety of someone who knows how to make people into putty with his kisses alone.

He laughs when you squirm, melting into the pillow, dragging him down with you, subconsciously spreading your legs wider to give him room to slot himself between.

“I fucking knew it.”

“Knew what?” You peck him, looking up at him in confusion.

“Knew you wanted me all along,” he presses a kiss to your cheek, all wet and messy, “Knew that whole angry ex girlfriend thing was just a faux,” he sloppily sucks your neck, making obnoxious noises and lifting your his shirt up along the way.

You run hot all over, angry that he saw right through your act. “Shut up.”

“You embarrassed?” He bites the skin above your breast and you moan, hand holding up the shirt high enough to give him more access. “Shy cause I saw right through you—”

He groans when you tug his hair as a response, trying to get him to shut up. “If you keep talking, I will leave—”

“And go where? Hm?” He runs his nose against yours, brushing it ever so slightly. You curl your lip up in annoyance, hating how he got you beat right now. “You’re so beautiful.” He whispers, bending down to kiss you again, trailing his lips down the length of your jaw, nipping and sucking along your throat recklessly.

You bunch his hair up to avoid it falling onto his face as he marks up your chest, sucking along your breasts with ease. He reaches your nipples and tugs on it with his teeth before looking up at you with a sheepish smile. “Did that hurt?”

“No.”

“Still no pain tolerance I see.” He licks a nipple, sucking on it ever so gently.

“It’s been like two months since we broke up, ‘Ren.” You look down and wonder if he’s even listening to you right now, mind elsewhere as he licks down your stomach, slowly making his way between your legs.

“Didja sleep with anyone else?” He sounds breathless when he speaks, as if kissing you is the equivalent to exercise right now. With how fast his heart is pumping right now, he might as well be working out.

“I don’t see how that's your business.”

“You did, didn’t you?” He looks back down at your stomach, pressing open mouthed kisses to your skin. His grip on your thighs tighten with your silence as a dead giveaway. “Well how was it then?”

You decide to just tell him the truth, knowing that you staying silent with fuel into his ego regardless. “It wasn’t good.”

“Mmm, and why is that?” He spreads your legs wider, sucking on the fat there all the whilst maintaining eye contact with you.

He knows the answer, and you know he knows the answer. With a sigh, you begin, “...because they couldn’t make me cum.”

He snickers against your thighs, digging crescent shaped moons into your skin. “And who could make you cum?”

“Eren, can we not have this conversation right now?” You’re distracted momentarily when he tugs your shorts down hastily, using two fingers to spread your folds apart. Even in the dark, he can see the glistening shine of your slick and runs a finger through it, brushing your clit with the tip of his nail.

You shiver on impact, moaning when he slides his finger into your mouth, sucking on it as he lifts himself up from between your legs. He pops his finger out before slotting it inside his own mouth, enjoying the taste of your saliva mixed with your own juices.

“You’re so nasty.” You mutter watching the filthy act, hiding your embarassment by the fact it turns you on seeing how much he loves your taste.

“Don’t act like you don’t enjoy it, babe.”

You hate how he can see through you so easily despite even trying. “Don’t call me babe.”

He smiles, bending down to your ear as he whispers, “My bad babe.” His tongue darts out, licking at your earlobe, enjoying how you shudder underneath him, tugging on your ear with his teeth.

“Stop it…” You push at his chest in a desperate attempt to get him away from you. He’s slowly messing with your emotions with all these nicknames and you aren’t sure if you’re even going to be together after this. “Just fuck me, please. Before I change my mind.”

“I finally got you back in my arms and you think I’m not gonna take my time?” He chuckles, sliding back down the bed and pushes your legs apart to slot himself between them. “You’re fuckin’ soaked .” He dives his finger back inside you, twisting and feeling every inch of your walls clamping down on him.

He looks fascinated, watching his finger knuckle deep between your legs, leaning forward to snake his tongue out to clean up the mess sliding down your slit the harder the fucks you.

Your teeth sink into your bottom lip, hand sliding down your body to grip at his hair. He grunts when you tug at it with no regard for his pain scalp, muttering ‘ohmygod’ under your breath the longer he flicks at your clit with his tongue.

“Taking my fingers so well, babe.” He mumbles, kissing at your clit, stretching you effortlessly whilst simultaneously sliding your legs inwards to lift your lower body a little higher. “You want another?” He tickles your hole with a second finger, waiting for the go.

“Yes please.” You moan into your palm, using the tips of his hair to push his head further into your pussy. “Eren—” you pant, wiggling your hips to the side, arching your back off the mattress, body melting into the pleasure.

“Yeah?” He sucks your clit, enjoying watching you squirm underneath him. “What’s up?” He says so casually as if he’s not drinking your juices from your pussy.

“I want—mmm—please.” You know your words are not even audible right now, non translatable to his ears.

“What’s mmm?” He mocks your incoherent vocabulary and if he wasn’t the cause for your pleasure right now, you would’ve knocked him in the head with your feet.

He groans when you clench around his fingers, realising your about to cum, he pulls his fingers out, using the wetnress to rub against his red throbbing cock. You watch, hynoptised and vision hazy as he fists at his cum, squeezing precum from the tip with each stroke. Flicking your eyes up to his face, he’s watching your pussy flutter, too eager to take his cock. “You want it?”

“Yes.” You whimper, hooking your feet around his legs to pull him closer. “Please.”

“Fuck—” He groans again, rubbing his cock against your cunt. Eren slicks his cock through your folds, smiling when he sees your eyes squeeze shut upon stretch. “What? Can’t take it?” He hovers over you, holding himself up with his arms on either side of your head, “Is it too much for you?”

You shake your head, counting to five in your head before slowly opening your eyes, slightly startled because you didn’t expect him to be this close to you. “No, no—I can take it, just please don’t stop.”

His hand smacks against your thigh, relishing in your yelp as he smoothes his palm along the red sting. “Stay still, it’ll be quicker.”

“Okay.” You swallow, trying your hardest to stay completely still as he moves his hips forward, sheathing himself inside your warmth slowly.

“Shit, you feel so fucking good.” He shifts his hips, making his cock twitch inside you. You can feel it, feel every inch of him the further he sheathes himself inside.

He hooks your legs over his shoulder, sliding himself deep enough that you almost scream and grab onto the headboard of his bed. “Eren—I—” Biting your lip, you roll your eyes back, leaning further into the pillow.

There’s something about the darkness of the room that makes the experience even more sexier. He looks down at his cock disappearing between your legs and gives a soft experimental thrust just to see how you’ll react. You moan, of course, loudly. That’s always something he loved about you, how you were unable to control yourself around him, especially your volume whenever he fucked you.

“Oh my g-god.” You whisper when he starts his thrusts, hitting inside you so deep it’s overwhelming.

His grunts only turn you on more, splaying his hand out on your stomach as he fucks into you, not caring about how loud the two of you are being. He knows his fellow classmates next door are gonna yell at him in the morning for the volume but he can focus on that later.

Now? All he cares about is you. He presses down on your stomach, making sure you feel his cock driving into your walls, making sure its extra sensitive for you, just so he can hear your moans even louder.

“So—fuckin’ —tight,” he mutters, eyes straight to the sight of his dick fucking in and out of you at a rapid pace. He wishes the lights were on right now so he could see how your slick clings to his shaft. His eyes land on his phone by his pillow next to your head and grabs it without thinking, turning on the flash and shining it at the scene below him.

“Look how fuckin’ wet you are, baby.”

You use the little energy he hasn’t fucked out of your body yet to sit on your elbows, eyes narrowing in on the sight in front of you, how your slick coats his cock with each thrust. You knew you were wet, after all you could feel it and hear it, but to see it? Damn.

“Eren—I wanna cum—” You toss the phone away, both of you not caring how it tumbles to the floor, and wrap your arms around his neck, tugging him down to kiss you, “please let me cum, need it Eren, please.”

“Shit,” he licks into your mouth, wrapping his lips around your tongue and sucking obnoxiously, “Cum for me baby.”

You scream his name, voice shaking as your walls cling to him desperately, milking him for all he’s got. He buries himself deep inside you, rolling his hips ever so slightly and swears as he empties his cock in you, fucking a wet mixture of both your cum back inside you with short thrusts.

Your legs are so sensitive that they shake, twitch and spasm with each thrust he gives. “Eren—I—”

“I know baby, I know.” He kisses your forehead as he drops to your side, making sure he doesn’t fall on top of you. He wraps his arms around you, bringing you to rest on his chest. “Get some sleep, ‘kay?”

“Okay,” you smile, wrapping your arms around his neck and closing your eyes before drifting off to sleep.

When the two of you wake up in the morning, the lights are back on. The ceiling fan spinning around and Eren’s desk light on and bright. You rub your eyes with the heel of your palm, lifting yourself off his chest. Eren is sleeping soundly underneath you, his eyes closed shut, lips slightly parted and nose wrinkling every now and then.

You lean forward, flicking some hair strands away from his face to get a better view. He’s so beautiful, honestly. You’ll never get tired looking at him.

His dorm door opens but you don’t hear it because your senses are all busy scanning Eren’s face from head to toe. Armin enters the room, rubbing his eyes exhaustedly, only to freeze when he sees a half naked you on top of his half naked best friend. “Oh my god! I’m so sorry!”

You turn your head to the left to see the door instantly slam shut. The noise causes Eren to wake up, sitting up abruptly and you almost fall off him. “What was that?”

“I think Armin’s back…”

Eren yawns, shrugging his shoulders and rolling his neck to the side to get rid of that morning tension. “The lights are back.”

“I can see that.”

“You’re not gonna leave?”

“What if I don’t want to leave?”

The two of you stare at each other for what seems like ages. Eren can’t help but wonder if your question has multiple implications behind it, meanwhile you wait for him to get the reference but when it looks like he’s struggling you sigh and roll your eyes. “It means I want to get back together, stupid.”

“I fucking knew it.” He grabs onto you, pinning you back down onto the bed. He kisses your forehead, rubbing his thumbs along your cheekbone. You smile up at him, leaning forward to press your forehead against his own. “This time,” he starts, brushing his thumb against your lips, “I won’t fuck up.”

“I know.” You kiss him, just a peck before pulling away. “I trust you.”

You’re about to kiss again when you hear claps from the other end of the doorway.

“Armin get the fuck out!” Eren yells.

“Sorry!! I’ll leave you two alone” Congrats, by the way!!” He yells out before hurriedly rushing out of the dorm.

Eren rolls his eyes, bringing his attention back to you. “Sorry about him.”

“It’s fine.” You run your eyes down your boyfriend's face and body, just now realising he’s shirtless. “...Wanna go for round 2?

#— aot </3 #attack on titan #aot #eren #eren yeager #eren x reader #eren yeager x reader #ex eren is so annoying #bc he won’t ever #stop teasing you #eren smut #eren yeager smut #eren jeager #eren jaeger smut #eren jeager x reader #eren yaeger imagine #eren imagines

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shawtuzi · 11 months

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i’m having thee worst plug!eren brainrot rn so here’s some random hc’s for himmm

mdni///cw include: black coded reader, SMUT, a whole lotta tooth rotting fluff, drug usage, major gun kink, talks of mommy and daddy issues, some grisha slander heh, not proofread so there may be some spelling mistakes :((

♡ so it’s goes without saying he is one of those ppl that has no idea what to do when someone’s crying in front of him. he grew up in a household where if he was ever caught crying he’d be told to suck it up and act like a man :(( so it’s very hard for him to find the right words to say or do the right actions when comforting someone. on the bright side he has gotten better at it since he’s met you.

♡ the first time you cried in front of him was when you made the horrible decision to show him the movie ‘my sisters keeper’ and you were an absolute mess by the time the credits rolled. “are you….are you crying?” he asked absolutely flabbergasted that you were crying, sure the movie was sad but was it really that sad?? (yes it is). “of c-course im sad *hiccup* did you not watch any of the damn movie?” you sniffled crossing your arms over you chest. instead of talking about it any further eren just pulled you onto his lap and tucked your face in his neck muttering out a ‘whatever you say weirdo.’ after witnessing many moments like that he’s wayyy better at handling your lil emotional self.

♡ he’s surprisingly a natural with kids!!! one of his homeboys has a three year old daughter who is absolutely too precious for her own good and every time eren sees her he can’t help but turn into a pile of mush. he doesn’t do the whole baby talk thing though he’ll talk to that little girl like she’s one of the homies much to your dismay. one time he bought her a barbie car as a present and the gesture was adorable a first until he opened his damn mouth, “and if any of those kids at the park mess with you just run them over with this and they’ll leave you alone okay? listen to your uncle eren he knows his shit.” that earned him a smack upside the head from you and an exhausted head shake from his homeboy. he rlly is too much.

♡ seeing you with his homies daughter also ignited something in him he’s never ever felt before. eren could never see himself as a dad, maybe the cool uncle but nothing more than that. but goddamn seeing you handle kids makes him wanna buy a big ass house and give you as many kids as you’ll let him—hence his raging breeding kink that appears from time to time. you always wondered why he got so riled up every time he saw you with his friends daughter and then it all started to make sense one night when he was fucking you like a madman and kept moaning n panting about how pretty you’d look carrying his kids. you both came to an agreement that kids were off the table for a while but it didn’t make it any less fun when he stuffed you full of his cum until he was basically shooting blanks.

♡ “g-goddamn fuck y/n,” eren groaned into your ear, emptying his fourth load into your aching pussy. you were absolutely spent—nothing but a babbling, brain dead mess. you thought eren would’ve been too tired as well, but when he pulled his face outta your neck he still had that mischievous glint in eyes that had you folded up in the first place. “m’still hard,” he whispered making you whimper. “no…n-no more ren too sensitive,” you whined making eren hum. he glanced at your thighs that were still shaking from the aftershocks of you previous orgasm, then looked back into your eyes. you knew what he was hinting at and meekly nodded your head making him smile. he slowly pulled out of your pussy, gently shushing you when he heard you whine before sitting back on his knees. he pushed your thighs together and quickly slipped his dick between the pillowy skin, groaning at how soft you felt. “yeah…that’s it you feel so good mama,” he grunted pulling his kiss swollen bottom lip between his teeth. every once in a while he dick would glide across your overly sensitive clit making you mewl. it didn’t take long for eren to reach his peak once again and without warning he parted your thighs and shoved his dick back into your pussy knocking all the air out of your lungs. “so good….always so good for me. my perfect girl i love you do much,” eren muttered breathlessly into your ear.

♡ his love language is words of affirmation hands down!!!! he practically purrs like a kitten when you tell him how much you love him and how much he means to you :((

♡ i don’t think it’s any surprise he’s got some pretty bad mommy AND daddy issues. losing carla at a young age had a monumental impact on him as a kid and grisha didn’t even deserve the title of being a father. his whole life he’s never been able to be vulnerable in front of anyone until he met you ofc. you were his light, his safe haven and he didn’t know what he did to deserve someone as caring and nurturing as you but he never dared question it. you’d only seen him cry one time in front of you and it was when you went with him to visit carla’s grave. he looked like he was holding so much in and it absolutely broke your heart. “it’s okay to be upset eren you don’t ever have to put on that tough façade for me,” you whispered pressing a kiss to his trembling lips that was full of so much love and care he could’ve sobbed. he still has his moments where he closes his emotions off from you but day by day you’re slowly breaking down those walls he built up all those years.

♡ he is a true crime girly!!! he’s one of those ppl that can go to sleep watching the i.d. channel and still sleep peacefully.

♡ you’re a tad bit too clumsy for your own good so eren keeps a thing of bandaids and alcohol in his car and then a small lil box of sanrio themed bandaids in your purse. you thought he was absolutely ridiculous for keeping them on standby until you used damn near all the sanrio themed bandaids.

♡ “not so ridiculous for keeping these around now am i huh?” he chuckled putting the bandaid on your scraped knee. you didn’t say anything instead letting out an annoyed huff, but the annoyance quickly went away when he gave your knee three kisses. “my clumsy girl,” he snickered giving your pouting lips a kiss. “s’not my fault these heels are just too tall,” you mumbled kicking them off in annoyance. eren smirked and reached behind his seat pulling out a pair of fluffy slides, “i knew you’d get annoyed with them eventually—put these on instead,” he said setting the slides on your lap. you tried to your bratty act up but you just couldn’t stop the smile that crept on your glossed up lips, “you’re the best renny,” you giggled giving his cheek a kiss. “i know i am.” cocky ass mf.

♡whenever y’all are at your place it’s such a sight seeing this big, strong, mean man all comfortable in your pink fluffy blankets n cuddling with your squishmallows even though he supposedly has beef w them—but let me not even get into that seriously. sometimes after he’s done beating your pussy up he’ll grab two of your plushies and make them hump each other pretending it’s the two of you.

♡ “yes yes yes eren!” eren moaned on a high pitched voice making your cheeks burn in embarrassment. you tried snatching the plushies from his grip but it was no use he was too damn strong. “oh my godddd eren enough!” you whined smacking his chest, leaving a red handprint in the making. eren’s jaw dropped and he turned to you his brows furrowed, “now that wasn’t very nice was it?” he said turning his head to plushie. “not very nice at all,” he said dropping his voice an octave making you giggle. you moved yourself onto his stomach and grabbed the plushies, tossing them aside. “m’sorry baby,” you pouted giving the red mark a sweet kiss, “let me make it up to you.” and that’s how you ended up face down ass up while eren pounded you from behind, the force making you grab onto your plushies for dear life.

♡ he’s very very into gunplay and it’s all your fault. that day you asked him so nicely to fuck your mouth with his glock was the day you created a monster.

♡ one night you both were at a block party and ‘get low’ by lil jon started playing and you couldn’t help but make your way over to where everyone was dancing and join in. eren admired you from the side taking a hit of his blunt every once in a while. you looked so damn good it was criminal. the way your denim mini skirt began to ride up your thick thighs from dancing had eren’s dick jumping in his pants. while you were dancing you suddenly felt a pair of strong arms around you and knew exactly who it was. “you look so fine dancing out here you’re killing me baby,” he chuckled pushing your backside into his front and that’s when you felt it. you froze in your spot making eren smirk, “you okay mama?” he asked pressing a wet kiss to your neck. not even five minutes later you dragged eren to his car and bounced on his dick while while you sucked on his glock. even though the windows were blacked out anyone with eyes could tell what was happening with the way the car bounced and jostled. “fuck just like that baby make a mess on this dick,” eren groaned, pushing the glock deeper into your mouth.

♡ it didn’t stop there either sometimes eren liked to have you point the gun at his head while he fucked you. “look at my sweet girl holding my—goddamn m-my fucking gun. so damn naughty hm?” he grinned loving the way you were struggling to hold it against his head.

♡ his only social media is instagram and it’s basically a fanpage dedicated to you. his profile pic? a picture of him laying on your ass with the biggest smile on his face. his pinned photos? a picture of you and him with matching grills, one of you both wearing ski masks while his gun is pointed at the camera beam on and everything, and the other one is a pic of you two in a photo booth—you were smiling oh so prettily while one of your boobs was in his mouth. he only follows a few of his friends and the only girl he follows is you ofc not bc you made him only follow you he just chose too <333

♡ now after eren gets locked up life is a little bit different than it used to be. since being a dealer was out of the question he started working at an auto body shop w connie and although he wasn’t making as much money as he was before he still provided for you in every way. you didn’t mind the lack of expensive gifts in the slightest you were just happy your renny was back in your arms. he worked a lot more than he used to which left you a lot more needy for his touch and attention but he always made sure to take care you even after an excruciatingly long day at work.

♡ “missed you so much ren today went by so slow,” you whined against his lips as he fucked into you. he was pretty tired so he went a little slower than he usual fast pace but you didn’t mind in the slightest. “missed you too mama. you’re so sweet f’having dinner ready for me n’ helping me out in the shower,” he groaned pushing his thumb into your mouth which you greedily sucked. he always took a shower as soon as he got off, not wanting to get any oil or other grime from the shop on your pretty clothes. you couldn’t stand to not be in his arms a minute longer so you followed him into the shower and just wrapped your arms around his toned stomach while he showered not saying a word. little did you know in just a few days he’d be taking you on a vacation to barbados (somewhere you’ve been dying to visit) and while you both were there he planned on making you his forever by putting a fat rock on your finger.

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aiizenn · 11 months

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his spark. eren jeager.

ₓ˚. ୭ cw: physical therapist fem!reader, mmafighter!eren, somewhat mean!eren, nsfw, p in v, rough intercourse, slight fingering, pet names, cussing, use of word daddy once, tiny aftercare at the end

૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა thought about this after reading the manhwa jinx for the umpth time. mma fighter eren makes me feel some type of way.

eren: locker room at 8:45 exact. don’t be late.

of course he’s texting you minutes right before a match, it’s always been like this. you gather your equipment from the passengers side as you get out your car. he could’ve at least texted an hour ago, not fifteen minutes before the time he demanded. his locker room is a good twenty minute walk, he’s going to pissed.

8:52 pm

you’re in-front of his door, mentally and somewhat physically preparing yourself. you barely get the chance to knock as eren swings the door open and drags you inside.

“you’re seven minutes late, doll face.”

oh, he’s angry.

“yeah, well maybe if you’d texted me in advance i wouldn’t be late” you bark at him. yeah, you accepted to be his spark, drug, boost, or motivation before every one of his matches but you had things to do and places to be. and he knew that, but he didn’t care. the moment he needs you, you must drop everything and attend him, that was the “deal”.

“watch your tone, pretty girl. don’t get feisty with me now, you are in no position.” he says in a low voice, and you scoff in response turning your head away. he grabs your chin and makes you face him. he leans in close and whispers, “shall we put that mouth to better use?” not seconds later he puts his lips on yours, devouring you like a starved man. one hand on your neck pulling you in, whilst the other roams around the hem of your uniform top. slowly, he slides his hand under your top until he reaches your breasts.

“hmm, no bra tonight?” smirking in between kisses. “why wear one when it’ll just end up on the floor, right?” you say, all breathy. “panties?” “all wet just for you” fuckkk, he’s loosing it. he removes your top, taking you in. shit, you’re breathtaking. his lips head straight to your neck, and starts sucking…hard. that’s definitely leaving a mark. his head dips lower to your collarbone and bites the area. aaagh. he heads back to kissing your lips, while placing his knee between your thighs.

“hmm, yes doll face, they’re wet indeed. and all jus’ for me.” he moans. “so fuckin’ pretty, such a good slut for me”

you whimpered at that, needing more, you start to move against his knee. “aw, you want more? brats don’t get what they want…you have to deserve it” he starts pinching your nipples. he looks at you, enjoying every second of your reaction. he removes one hand from your breast and moves it up to your mouth. “suck” he demands, and you do. you sucked on them like your life depended on it. “such a good brat” he says as he removes your bottom uniform.

a clear, big wet spot right in the middle of the material. he smirks, proud of himself and you. eren removes his fingers from your mouth and wipes your lips. then places them on top of your wet spot, making small circles. the pace of his movements were pure torture. you whimper, asking for more. a playful laugh escapes his lips as he removes your panties. exposing your pussy completely to the cold air.

“you look just about good enough to eat.” you get turned on more by his statement. “but we’ll leave that for some other time” he says while palming himself. he inserts the fingers you sucked on without warning, and you feel pure bliss. “look at that, all loose and ready.” he plays a bit, fingering you, hard. once done he takes out his cock. god, he’s big. you still can’t understand how that fits inside you. he strokes his cock before placing the tip to your entry. seconds pass before he rams into you. you place your arms around him, digging your nails into his broad back.

“this is what you wanted” he groaned. slamming in and out of you, the sound of skin slapping filling the room. he picks you up while he’s inside, you get tighter with the movements. your pussy wrapping around him, sucking him in so nicely making him go feral. he wants to make a mess out of you. he thrusts in and out so hard, making you see stars.

“yess, just like that” you moaned. your breathy moans encourage eren to go faster and harder. loud whimpers and moans left your lips, causing eren to groan. “gotta keep it down, pretty girl. don’t want the others to hear how dirty of a cum slut you are, right?” you can’t think straight. you want to kiss him. you move your hands up from his shoulders to his neck, pulling him closer for a kiss. and he kisses you. “eren, i-i cant…tis too much please.” “you can take it, you’ve done it before, cmon. be a good girl” “just a little more.” soon after he pushes you against a cold wall, adding more pleasure.

“em close…fuckk eren so close” you scream. “beg for it” he demands as he sucks on your neck. “please, p-please, daddy lemme cum, i’ve been a good slut.” “fuckk pretty girl, where do you want it?” “mouth, please” he places you gently on the bench and slides out of you, stroking himself as he lets out his hot, thick cum. with your mouth wide open, you get every drop.

“swallow. all of it.” and you do. he grabs your chin and kisses your lips, tasting himself on you. “you did so well.” he praises you. “that felt more like a reward than a punishment to me” you say out of breath. he smirks and he cleans himself….just wait until after the match, he thought. he grabs a warm towel and cleans you up, the famous cold beast—eren jeager—can be soft, feeling happy that only you know this side of him. the soft yet mean looking man gets up and checks the time.

9:10 pm

“looks like we finished right on time, pretty girl. sticking around for the match?”

“of course, wouldn’t want to miss my hard work.” you said with a smug look on your face. he scoffs as he dips down enough to kiss your forehead. “you mean our hard work” eren says as he winks at you. “mine” you reply with a toothy grin. eren shakes his head with a smile on his face. at that, he leaves the room with confidence, ready to win the match and certainly, he does, paying off your hard work.

#eren yeager #eren yeager smut #attack on titan #aot x you #aot x reader #eren x reader #eren smut #aot smut #aot imagines #eren imagines #attack on titan smut #eren jeager #eren jeager smut #he could call me anytime and i would drop everything for him #𓄹 ࣪ ˖ eren ꒱#໒꒰ྀི 🍥 ۫ ּ ᭡

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dabisbratz · 1 year

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READ BETWEEN THE LINES — eren jaeger x male reader

w.c: 5.6k

warning: semi-public sex (library), college! au, jock!reader, nerd!eren, bottom reader, exhibitionism, praise/degradation, fingering, riding, mild jealousy, pining, creampie, panty (boxer?)stuffing, mention of ahegao from eren, overstim, edging, oral, dumbification, **feminization,** cum play, unprotected sex, teasing, dirty talk.

a/n: really recommend reading the prequel before this one!

You’re running late. Actually— that’s a major understatement.

You’ve got a soft spot for parties. A close second to the football field and its goals, there’s nowhere else you’d rather be. They may leave you disoriented and thick tongued, but they’re special. Especially when they’re yours. The two places you get to truly dominate, to run down an opponent and crush their dreams of ever making it further than this. So why you’re dreading them now. . . it’s hard to say why. It’s complicated.

But you’ve got a few guesses.

You woke up late, fatigue pulling at your limbs as you sank into your mattress and nuzzled your face deeper and deeper into your pillow. If you’re being honest, the previous night was full of bass boosted music, alcohol, and tabs of something that absolutely should not have been mixed with liquor. Foxy, was it? Whatever the concoction, it was built specifically to knock you straight out, face to pillow and body to mattress until the following morning and then some.

And through it all, the hallucinogens and warped vision, you couldn’t help but think of those green eyes— blazing emeralds covered by a sheen layer of glass and plastic. It’s been a week, yet that chocolate brown hair that stops just short of the base of a fair neck and falls just below the end of round spectacles is haunting you. It’s him who left you disoriented and wobbly on your feet. Him, who you’d imagined the soft lips of as they traced the skin of your throat and downward. Eren, that stupid nerd with a stupidly big dick who fucked you stupid and left you to pick up the pieces of your broken. . . situationship.

Okay— maybe it wasn’t him who left. The second you woke up with the realization of what happened (he fucked you and recorded it, had the gall to send it to your girlfriend, for fuck’s sake!) you fled, ran straight out the building and through campus until your lungs were on fire and your heart in your throat. You ran until you couldn’t, until your calves ached and your thighs had just as much throbbing to match. Until sweat dripped down your nose and stained your jersey. Until you couldn’t hear over the sound of your heart pounding against your eardrums. Fuck, you’d left the place stained in your own cum.

With a groan you bury your face into the pillow, growing warmer by the second as your hands curl into fists that slam down into the air mattress. If anyone saw anything that day they certainly haven't mentioned it, but you’re sure with the popularity you hold it wouldn’t be brought up unless you bring it up.

So you’re stuck between a rock and a hard place, really.

Joints crackling as you stand, a yawn rips through your throat and floats along behind you until your legs have carried you to the bathroom. Jean left the dorm before the sun could fully rise, probably to get in a few morning reps in and, if you’re being honest, it’s fucked up your time perception. That’s right, not the foxy or hennessy or even the beer. It was Jean. And worst of all it was Eren.

“Fuck you.” You grunt into your toothpaste, squinting at your reflection in the mirror as the bathroom’s fluorescent lights shoot straight through your retinas. You spit it out as if he can hear it, angry and venomous and not at all hesitant.

Walking through campus doesn’t lighten your mood. Your clothes cling uncomfortably— they’re Jean’s, after all— much too tight around your thighs and pressing against your chest with every sharp intake of breath. Your backpack is much too heavy, weighing down your shoulders until you walk with an uncomfortable hunch. Though you suppose it’s an exact physical representation of how you feel.

And if that’s not enough to test your limits, you end up bumping into someone who doesn’t know how to watch where they’re going. With an irritated growl you push them to the side with the help of your sports bag, nearly knocking them straight off their feet. Flashes of blond swim through your vision, bouncing off sunlight as it sways to and fro.

As an act of retaliation, nimble hands press into the plush flesh of your bicep, pushing you back just enough to open the gap between the two of you.

“Watch where you—”

“Armin!” You know that voice. It’s nasally and thick, even gains a husky tone to it when it’s whispered. It’s warm in your ears when it’s laced with praise, and cold when it’s spiked with the exact opposite. You know that voice.

So you run.

You’ve never considered yourself a coward. There’s a lot of things you are, but cowardly isn’t one of them. You’re one of the best, if not the best star players on your team, after all. Your hands ball into fists, clenched tightly as you walk into the occupied classroom, the only space you’d never really claimed as your domain.

It’s stupid, really, the hold he has on you. You’ve heard his voice and now you can’t think. As if you’re drunk all over again, you’re locked in a room with him while music blares through the crack beneath the door. Like you’re on your knees again, your face buried in his skin as you breathe in his scent. Woodsy and sweaty, almost as overpowering as his pulsing cock throbbing against the tightness of your throat. The fuzzy feeling has followed you for weeks, in the back of your mind as you complete mindless tasks and conversations.

You can’t help but let your mind wander, reverting back to that same fogginess that had the questions of last week’s pop quiz distorting before your very eyes.

(“Open,” It’s more of a command than anything, Eren’s very hands on, his fingers slipping into your mouth to pull at the corners of your mouth. Your tongue covers your teeth, your mouth watering as his salty fingertips graze your tongue. His other hand is busy working at the head of his cock, twisting smooth circles over the slit until it crashes down against your tongue. Again, and again, and again. “Good boy.”)

It’s hard to care, even when you’re handed back the test with disappointing results. A shiver racks through your body when a hand is placed on your shoulder, and your nostrils are overloaded with the smell of aftershave and old spice. Connie.

“I don’t know how you expect to stay on the team with grades like that, if you need a tutor. . .” He mumbles, light, golden eyes flickering past your shoulder to avoid head on eye-contact. Tests have never been your forté. It’s exactly why you’re in college solely based on a football scholarship. “I know I’m not one to talk, but—”

“Man, shut up,” You grumble, humiliation spreading through your body as you shift your weight from one foot to another. Crisp sheets of paper crumple between your fingers, balled up until the vermilions fifty percent is tossed into a nearby trash bin. “No one asked you.”

“Look, Jean knows. . . a guy. Says he’s kinda an asshole but,” He makes a motion with his hand in your general direction, chopping through the air. “So are you, so. You should get along just fine.”

The library is peaceful. A calm, comforting silence that’s paired with the company of only three people (you, your tutor, and the librarian— who, if you’re being honest, is sleeping more than she’s working). It’s nice like this. The air is still with tranquility, the only sound tiptoeing around your ears belonging to the sardined books adorning an array of shelves. It’s a stark contrast to the field— usually accompanied by excited screams, whistles, and running feet— but you don’t entirely mind it. It’s a pleasant change in scenery.

That, and it’s curing your hangover headache.

Venturing further into the library, you peek over the arrangements of bookshelves and desks. . . past the rows of computers and technology stations sits your tutor. Sat cozy in the corner of the room, he truly chose the most secluded area of the library. Good. His hair is a warm shade of brown, reaching barely above his neck, and with his back turned to you it’s hard to make out his features, but you swear that shirt he’s wearing looks familiar.

Oh, what the—

“Fuck.” His head snaps back, confirming it is that stupid fucking shirt, and he is that stupid fucking nerd. Devoid of any bodily fluids at that, four eyes had the audacity to wear it out again. As if it wasn’t recognizable, as if he hadn’t used it to clean his own cum off your body. You’re ready to turn on your heels, completely ignore the gnawing in your stomach that grows with every passing second you spend looking at him, ready to run and never look back.

“You look good,” His forest green eyes rake up and down your body, back straightening as he adjusts his glasses. You hate how quick his voice sends shivers up your spine, how it turns your legs to jelly and keeps you frozen in place. His gaze is intense, heated as he pats the seat next to him, fingertips brushing against the glossy cover of his hentai. You clear your throat, loud in comparison to the silence, but the brunette seems unphased. “Sit.”

You do, but not without collecting the manga and placing them on the farest end of the table. He seems to get a kick out of that, huffing hair out his nose as you push the books away like a picky child. Eren’s arm covers his scribbling, but you don’t care enough to press the secrecy. Instead, you unzip your backpack and pull out your laptop. He makes a sound high in his throat, something like a question, as he takes hold of the leg of your chair and pulls you closer.

Right. You forgot about his unprecedented amount of strength.

“Eren—” You start, but the sound of his name on your lips already has him groaning. Heat blooms in your stomach, tingling down to your crotch at the sound, and it’s almost like he’s fucking you all over again. So deep, something you’ve never had before. His cock kissed your insides, left you sloppy and open and empty.

“Eren,” You repeat, much whinier than intended, the name crackling as the man’s big palm squeezes your thigh. “Focus,” his response is noncommittal, a half hum that melts into a breathy laugh and quirk of his thick brow. “Studying. Tutoring. That shit.”

“Missed these tits,” He completely ignores you, instead opting to run his hands beneath the cotton fabric of your shirt. His hands snake up your tummy and shoot straight toward your chest, squeezing the flesh until your nipples harden against his palms. “Wanted to slide my cock between them the second I saw you.”

“They’re not tits.” You rasp, warmth rising in your face as your legs instinctively spread apart. He was right, you are a whore for his cock, and even the thought of getting it makes you braindead. You have the urge to get on your knees, to strip yourself of your clothing and present all your holes to him, spreading yourself wide open with your fingers.

“Aren’t they, though?” He lifts your shirt over your chest, the fabric bunching under your armpits, and you have no other choice but to watch the mounds of flesh spill from between his fingers— he’s got you in a tight grip, pushing your pecs together as he runs his pink tongue over his lips. It's humiliating, the lack of a fight you put up. There’s a weak tug at his wrists, but you’re barely making the effort to actually move him, whines heavy on your tongue. It’s hard, hard, to form the words you want, so you opt for open-mouthed whines.

Eren pushes you to your knees, watching you fall with glassy eyes.

You watch the brunette squeeze at his cock, his large hand sliding into a fist that clamps down around his shiny slit, then slowly back down to the thick, veiny shaft. You want his cock inside, stretching past your rim and splitting you open, you want his cock sliding inside until he fills you up with his sticky, hot cum. He spits down onto it, catching strays that land in your chin. His saliva is thick and runny, beading at the tip until it’s smeared down to the base. Your mouth waters.

Pulling yourself forward, you press your chest together until a small, pathetic excuse of a crease is formed between them. Eren coos, his thick eyebrows pinched together as his glasses nearly fall off his face, “What'd your girlfriend say? Now that she knows you get your pussy fucked just like hers.”

He guides his cock between the plush skin, taptaptap-ing the head of his cock along your nipples so his precum smears across the sensitive skin. It’s shiny now, smeared across your chest and downright filthy. Mixed with his cum, you’re sure you look like a cheap whore, one who’s been tied down and written on for free-use. If Eren had a marker you’re sure he’d write something on your chest, something vulgar enough to have your cock jumping.

“Oh,” He moans, slick squelching erupting from his cock as he slides it between your pecs— your tits, he’d call them, and you can’t help but open your mouth to catch the tip whenever it slides just above your chin. “Oh, fuck. That’s it.”

Eren’s cock is curved, with a dusted pink tip that throbs against your tongue with every forward motion. You can’t help but drool on it a little, thoughts leaving your brain the more he takes the opportunity to fuck his cock between your tits and into your hot, tight mouth.

“She said—” You’re cut off by your own gagging, his thick cock being jammed down the tightness of your throat. You can feel his dick throb, slow and heavy as a bulge appears in your throat with every slow slide in, and every slow slide out. He’s fucking your throat, burying your teary face into his deep pubes as your tongue runs along the thickest vein pulsing on his shaft. Eren’s so fucking big, you can’t breathe. Though you’re not sure you want to.

“Always talkin’ about your stupid ‘girlfriend’, what if I just made you my girlfriend instead? Huh?”You stare up at him with wet eyelashes, batting your eyes as he stares down at you. You can’t exactly make eye contact, not with the fog clouding his glasses, but the feeling of his cock weighing down your tongue along with his bitter pre filling your mouth, you don’t mind all too much.

“M’npph amphh grrmph.” You huff around a mouthful of cock, pants heavy on your drooling tongue. You can’t help but gag, bubbles of saliva pooling around his balls and your chin— it’s messy, it’s nasty, but it feels fucking good. Your dick aches, tingly and sticky and all too needy for your liking.

“Yeah, you’re not,” It’s like he knows exactly what you said, growling as vibrations are sent straight to his cock. It pops between your lips, then sinks back down onto the warmth of your pecs. Not nearly as good as fucking your hole, but it’s still slick and soft. It’s still fucking good. “Got a real warm pussy on you, though.”

“Don’t—”

“You wanna know how I know?” Eren cups your face with both his hands, bobbing your pretty head up and down around the head of his cock. Like you’re nodding on it, he savors the sight of his precum being smeared along your lips. “Cause I’ve fucked it.”

“Rennie!” You gasp, reverting back to that sweet, softheaded boy he’d turned you into a few weeks ago. A spark lights in his eyes, and before you know it he’s pulling you up by your throat, and stripping you naked. A thin trail of precum connects itself to the tip of your cock, sticky and wet enough for Eren’s hand to wrap around.

You see stars.

“Waitwaitwait,” You gurgle, moans caught in your throat as your knees buckle and fall straight into Eren’s lap. He’s wrapped up in your thighs, the thickness resting at his sides as you buck your hips into his tight fist. His hand is slick with spit, only moistening as he drools out another layer. The brunette lets it fall from his tongue, slow and thick, then rubs it into the head of your cock with quick, rapid motions. It’s too much, tears well in your eyes as you babble, “Slow, slow, I can’t—”

“Shh,” Eren’s free hand clasps over your mouth, warm against your sweaty skin. You can’t help but pant into it, your eyebrows pinched as you look down at the man with wobbly eyes. His smile is lopsided, eyes all too wide through the fog of his glasses as he speeds up his hand, twisting and curling and squeezing until your thighs violently tremble and your drooling mouth goes dry. “Don’t want anyone to hear you. What’ll they think then? The school’s best boy’s a slut?”

There’s a quick shake to your head, fast and delirious as you grind against his hand, his cockhead bobbing against your own through the fly of his pants. The silky, stickiness is driving you over the edge, and your eyes begin to roll back. Your moans are muffled and garbled against Eren’s big hand, but the way your cock twitches and leaks tells the nerd everything he needs to know.

The high is right there, you’re at the very edge, with Eren’s slick hand sliding his cock along yours, the thick head towering over your own, and the wet sloshing sounds so fucking loud when you bounce along his thighs, chasing after it. Sparks fly straight down to your dick, tingling along the shaft and pooling all the way down to your hole— it’s sticky now, wet with the mixture of precum that’s pooling between your bodies. He strokes whiny, desperate sounds out of you, precum pooling around his fist and— holy shit, you’re gonna cum.

“Rennie,” You drool, your head falling forward into his shoulder. It’s almost embarrassing how fast. How hard you’re twitching, how your little hole is spasming around nothing. You’re so close. “M’gonna cum, gonna cum, ‘Ren. S’your hand, s’cause—”

So. Fucking. Clo—

“No.” His hand leaves just as you’re ready to burst, cutting off a stream of sticky ropes before they can shoot, and your balls tighten with need. It’s not fair, you’ve been such a good boy! You sat there and took it, maybe you whined and cried a little, but you were good. You feel yourself shaking your head, desperate. “Did I tell you you could cum?”

“But. . . But I deserve it, ‘Ren. M’such a good boy, was such a good boy!” Tears stream down your face, collecting in Eren’s shirt as he rubs smooth circles into your back. He shushes you in a sweet voice, but you can feel his thick cock throbbing at the sight of your tears.

“Good boys don’t make messes,” He tuts, feigning irritation as he pushes you back so he can show off the messiness of his fingers. The long digits are covered in spit and pre, slowly running down his shiny hands and dripping down his wrists. “They clean them.”

His fingers are plunged into your mouth, bitter and sticky, but you can’t help but lap it up, eyes fluttering closed as you moan around the digits. They don’t reach as deep as his cock, don’t leave your throat bulging around the shape or curve of them, and they’re nowhere near as thick of a mouthful, but it’s just as good. Just as warm, just as heavy, just as strong and salty.

“Just like that,” You’re gagging for it now, Eren’s lips parting with open-mouthed pants as he struggles to watch your pretty, pouty mouth wrap around his knuckles. He has to swallow down his own drool, reaching deeper into your mouth every so often so your body jerks back as your throat tightens and constricts. You may not be a good boy, but you’re a damn good slut. “You look fuckin’ stupid. It’s a good thing you were made to take dick, no wonder you need a tutor.”

Eren’s hand slips out your mouth, a breathy laugh escaping his pink lips when you absentmindedly follow after it despite the drool starting to run down your chin. He’s scouring his bag for something, and only when he finds it do you notice how much his cock is weeping, achy as it smears pre along his t-shirt. Lube, sticky and stringy as he pours it into his hand and warms it up with smooth circles against his fingers. He’s pushing you up like it’s nothing, your knees by his sides until his fingers are poking and prodding at your sensitive, puckered rim.

Your squeals sound like heaven. High in your throat and dragged out as your pretty hole eagerly takes in his ring finger, clamping around it and sucking him deeper into your velvety walls. So fucking good, you can’t help but rock back against it, shameless and devoid of any other thoughts. It’s a chant of cockcockcock going off in your head, the faster you take his fingers the faster you get to his dick. The lube leaves behind thick strands, when Eren’s knuckle deep you can hear them froth between the globes of your ass, and as he pulls the finger out sloooow it gushes right out.

“Wanna fuck this pussy full,” Your breath catches in your throat, and the thought of him referring to your hole as a pussy has your brain completely and utterly empty. “Wanna fuck it till you’re shaking. Missed this cute little cunt, missed fucking you stupid.”

You can’t take it.

“Did it miss me, baby?” You can’t take it but you’re nodding, bouncing on his lap and doing all the work to fuck your self full of his fingers. You like it when he takes what he wants, fucks you stupid and uses his unsuspecting strength to take it from you. Like he fucking owns it. “Hm? Did your slutty boy cunt miss me?”

“Yeah, yeah. . .” It’s hard to stay quiet, not when his fingers are pistoning into that special, sweet bundle of nerves that keep you stupid and cockdrunk.

“Missed you, Rennie.”

“What missed me?” There’s an edge to his voice, darker and deeper.

“My. . .” You pout, shaking your head despite the shock of pleasure running up your spine when his free hand presses you down into his fingers. Your vision goes white for a moment, completely blinded as you sniffle out, “My boy cunt, Rennie.”

“Yeah, ‘cause that’s what you think with, isn’t it?” He flicks your forehead, a boyish grin spreading across his handsome face. It’s annoying how endearing his sad excuse of a mustache is, how it has your heart racing. “You let your pussy do all the thinking, that’s why you always end up taking my cock.”

Yeah. . . Yeah. It’s true, probably, because when you’re around Eren none of your thoughts are coherent. You barely even notice the slick palms rubbing smooth circles into the globes of your ass, the emptiness of your winking hole that clenches around nothing but air. You’re sure you look like a mess, skin slick with sweat, drool and precum and tears covering your face. . . dripping down onto your chest. He’s made a real mess out of you.

“Sit still,” He moans, hushed and close to your ear. His cock slides dangerously close to your entrance, sticky lube sliding along with it and connecting his tip to your boy pussy. He feels so big, so long and thick when he taps it against your hole, barely breaching the tiny gape of your rim. “Let me deeper inside that cunt. Please, baby? Wanna get it all creamy and sloppy with my cum, wanna feel it clamp down just like it did that first time.”

“Uh-huh!” You hiccup, uncontrollable tears streaming down your face as you reach back to spread yourself wide, presenting yourself to his dick. You don’t miss the groan you earn in return, deep and shaky as the nerd takes the opportunity to slip right in, past the burning stretch of your fluttering ‘cunt’ that sucks him deeper and deeper into your gummy walls. “Wan’ it. . . Wan’ it deeper, ‘Ren.”

Just as warm and wet as he remembers is, lube gushes and trickles out with every deliberate, deep thrust forward. The slurp of his cock goes straight to your balls, tightening as you whine like a bitch for it. Eren’s grip goes tight in your ass, keeping it spread as he spears you on his cock again, and again, and again. It’s more menuevering than bouncing, through your braindead haze you start to think, maybe he’s just too big to bounce on, it’s easier if he fucks into like a fleshlight. It’s easier if you don’t think about it, you’re not meant to, after all. It’s easier if you melt on his cock and take it.

“C’mere,” Your fingers are enveloped with the warmth of his own, the digits molding each of your hands into peace signs. Your mouth opens and closes, akin to a fish, but just as you’re about to form the words he cuts you off. “So cute. . . Could you stick out your tongue for me too?”

You should know by now, it’s not a genuine question. The saltiness of Eren’s fingers pressing into your tongue has you drooling, wet and sloppy as he forces your tongue out over your bottom lip. Watching the movement— eyes crossed with the pink of your tongue out on display— you look like a character straight out his favorite hentai.

“Like a real-life ahegao!” Eren pulls out his own phone this time, the camera in your fucked out face as he gives an experimental bounce to his hips. With a tiny ‘uh!’ you follow suit, your sweet boy pussy clenching and fluttering around his thick, heavy cock. You’d be thankful for the hand holding onto your hips had it not been there to keep you from squirming off his dick.

“That’s it,” he purrs, just as unashamed as you remember him to be. “Go on, tell the camera what you are.”

Your eyebrows knit in delayed confusion, Eren’s hips jolting up to send shockwaves up your spine. You’re pushed forward, wet clapping of your ass crashing down onto his thighs snapping you back into a dazed, foggy state. Cut off by a few breathy moans, you whine, “M’your fucktoy, your bitch.”

“That’s right. You’re my bitch. My hole to fuck, my hole to use. Tell me you love it, say ‘I love your cock, Rennie.’ ”

He forces your tongue back out, pinching the muscle between two fingers so you sound as fucked up as you look, gurgling and stuttering a sad excuse of, ‘love it s’much, wan’ feel it f’weeks, s’good t’my holes, Rennie!’ and it’s cruel how his mocking laughter nearly makes you cum on the spot.

“Armin’s part of the photography club, did you know that?” The name rings a bell, but there’s not much to say when you're drooling all over your own chest and panting like a puppy. “That blond you bumped into earlier? Yeah, him.” Your mouth forms a small ‘o’ around your tongue, pretty eyes widening. “Funny thing is, right after that he told me all the angles of you he wanted.”

You can’t contain the squeals and squeaks that leave your mouth when the brunette starts pistoning his hips upward, a bruising grip on your hips that only gets harder as he grinds you down against his cock. He’s filling you up so good, his balls slapping against your ass with each rushed, rough thrust that has your mind scrambled just as much as your guts. The camera is right in your face, zoomed in and focused on the mess on your handsome face.

“Go a—hmmff—head, baby,” Eren moans, and it’s his turn to drool. “Keep fucking yourself stupid on my, haah, cock.”

“M’sorry, Armin,” Your body bounces and convulses, eyes crossed as the shaky camera remains in your face. So cute, Eren had no intentions to share the video. Not with anyone, and certainly not with Armin, but your extra effort to apologize and take his cock as some sort of atonement really spurs him on. “Please… don’t stop, I’ll be good, m’a good boy, promise!”

“God, yeah, you are. A good, dumb slut. So much sweeter when all you can think about is cock.” He tries to ignore the fluttering in his stomach when you giggle around your tongue, sweet and ditzy. He tries to ignore it, but it’s hard when you’re absentmindedly bouncing back on his dick with no hands, both raised to your chest in peace signs. You’re a walking wet dream.

“Please lemme cum, pleasepleaseplease,” Your babbling falls on deaf ears, Eren’s hands are focused on stroking your cock raw, till your brain goes numb and you’re surrounded by sparks. When you lean away you fall onto his cock, but buck your hips forward and you’re being teased by his skilled fingers. His palm presses into your slit, rubbing circles into it until your eyes are rolling to the back of your head, and your mouth flies open in a silent scream. “Wanna cum on your cock, wanna get it sticky, wanna—ohh, feel it throb inside.”

“Cum with me,” He growls, glasses slipping off his face and onto the floor as his eyes briefly shut. You can feel it, the tightening of his balls, the way his dick aches and pulses inside you, the way his cum is starting to kiss your insides and spurt straight onto that small bundle of nerves— fuck, it’s so deep. His thrusts are erratic and sloppy, thick rope after thick rope frothing around his shaft as he fucks it deeper inside. You never want it to stop, not the groaning or moaning, not the filthy sounds, not the cum filling up your hole till you can’t move. “That’s it, wanna feel this pussy cum on my dick, give it t’me. Give it to Rennie.”

A searing spiral of pressure grows in your stomach, filling with light as you bear down on his cock and choke on your moans. For a minute you think you’ve passed out, everything going dark as you spurt all over both yourself and Eren, globs of cum spraying hard onto your chest and splashing back on the brunette’s chin. He lets you ride it out, offering tiny thrusts upward to satiate the erratic spasming of your hole, and places a few chaste kisses to your messy jaw.

“Shh, not done yet,” It’s cute how whiny you get, pliant in his hands as he lifts your trembling body off his cock with a hiss. He’s careful to replace his cock with his fingers though, twisting and thrusting them forward to collect his cum. You keep him so warm, he misses the feeling of your mushy hole around him already. “Need to make sure you get it.”

You barely put up a fight, letting him place you on the table. You’re on top of his manga— that and his notebooks, your laptop, and cheat sheets. That’s right, you came here to go over questions for your next test, but. . .

Eren’s busy picking up your boxers, not even bothering to wipe off his glasses (they’ve fallen into the wet patch of pre, and it’s obvious it’s coating the lense of the right side of his glasses) as he puts them on. His hair is disheveled, he looks thoroughly fucked, but you’re sure you look worse.

“Fuck,” He groans, breathless as he watches your fingers absentmindedly circle your entrance, globs of cum sticking to your fingertips. That explains it, the sharp shocks shooting straight up to your stomach. He takes a deep breath, tucking himself back into his pants. Part of you is glad he stayed clothed, if anyone walked in they’d see him first. “Maybe you already do.”

The questions die on your tongue when he’s removing your fingers, cum gushing from your puffy hole and spilling onto the table. You don’t miss the way Eren curses, somewhat frustrated, as he bunches up the fabric and slips it past your rim. It feels. . . good, pressed right against your prostate and suddenly you’re wailing again, kicking your feet with overstimulation.

“No, no, no,” You sob, clenching around the soft fabric. It’s too soft, like silk is sliding around your entrance, rubbing the area raw and sensitive. “Too much!”

“Shh.”

The shaking of your head ceases with Eren’s strong hand on your jaw, and you stop yourself when his lips press against your own. Warm and soft, somewhat chapped— but plush nonetheless. He tastes different than last time, he’s sweeter now. Like an energy drink, or a saccharine sour candy. He’s much more gentle with his kisses than his hands, which shift you around until he’s half-assedly got you clothed, just barely enough fabric pulled on your skin to cover your chest and legs.

“Sit on my lap, we’ll read a couple questions and then do some peer revision, yeah?”

Something tells you he doesn’t plan to get much reading done.

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Drabble??: eren x reader

600 words

Afab!reader, rough sex, choking, hair pulling, dirty talking, degradation, name-calling (slut, bitch), creampie, vaginal fingering, fucking cum into you again??

You’ve been begging for him to fuck you like this for a long time. You heard all the rumors about how animalistic Eren was in bed, and you wouldn’t let that slide. It was a small town and all the pretty girls were being pounded by the 6’ tall man.

“Mmmph, mmmmph”

Your body was jolting forward at the impact of Eren’s thrusts. He was animalistic and couldn’t stop fucking your tight pussy.

“Take it, fucking.take.it” Eren emphasized his words with hard thrusts. “Fuck, fucking take it.” You’ve been begging him not to go easy on you. You wanted to feel all his massive dick inside of your tight pussy.

Eren was with his mouth agape, with a hand on your hair, pulling it, and the other on the front of your neck. His pretty face was framed by his dark hair. He could see your body being pushed forward by his force and your ass bouncing.

“Eren, Eren, Eren” you couldn’t think about anything, only about his thick dick pounding inside of you at a brutal pace. You were drooling onto his bedsheets, your eyes were at the back of your head, and whimpers and high-peached moans could be heard in the whole house.

The lewd noises coming from your pussy only pushed him to go faster and harder, something you thought would be impossible.

“You were begging like a slut. You like this too much” and he laughed. He laughed at how pathetic you were, but that just turned him on even more. He was going to give you everything you wanted.

He towered over you, his hands on each side of your head. In that angle, he could fuck you even deeper. “AH EREN” you moaned as if your life depended on it. “You’re squeezing me, shit” his deep, low voice in your ear made you go feral. You started to drool even more, the side of your face covered in your spit.

You backed your hips onto him to feel him more, but that was impossible.

“I’m going to fuck you so deep that you’re going to feel my cum for days.” And he slower the pace for a few seconds before giving his all again. “Ah, ah, yesyesyes!” your brain was mush at this point and you couldn’t care less. “Ugghh—mmmmph”

“I’m going to come on that pussy, my little slut.” He bit your shoulder while his thrusts were going harder. “You going to cum? Make a mess on my fat cock?”

He reached for your clit, almost rubbing it with his hand, hard enough to make you squirm a little but not enough to hurt. He was going to come and he wanted to feel you milking him dry before he pumped his cum inside of you.

“C-com-coming-g” you tried to say, as your eyes were at the very back of your head.

“That’s it, milk me dry bitch, feel my cum in you, fuck, come on.” you came with a hard cry, thinking you were going to pass out of pleasure.

“Shit, shit.” Eren said hiding his head in your neck. He stopped his thrusts and emptied himself inside your throbbing pussy.

After a few seconds, he started to kiss your neck, calming you down. You were so sensitive that you couldn’t help but whimper when he pulled out of you. You could feel his cum starting to drip very slowly. He filled you up so much and you were sure to keep it inside.

You kept moaning because you were so horny, you couldn’t help it :( Eren saw your pathetic state and pushed his middle and ring finger inside your pussy, curling them and hitting that spot. “Ah oooh fuckfuck.”

“Feel my cum? It’s going to be deeper now, I’m not letting you waste a single drop.” Eren said giving you a sloppy and nasty kiss on your wet mouth.

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sanjisboyfie · 3 months

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eren first meeting his roommate

aka ; eren yeager having a gay awakening <3

-> might be a series? idk i love roommate eren a lot so probably will be a series LMFAO also also there's really no obvious romance here, it's just silent admiration and crushes

also eren is very much puppy-like and high energy in this one hashtag sorry if u love emo eren, he will NOT be emo here!!! hashtag no regrets.

eren yeager x male reader

— eren was dead broke. his ass definitely did not have enough money for either dorming on campus or off campus, but off campus was the cheaper option. and since he went to a college so far away from home, it would be too big of a hassle to commute. so him and his parents compromised by giving him an "allowance" every month, which would basically pay for a third of rent. but that meant he had to use his own money to pay the next third, then find someone else to pay the final third. ( 1/3 being paid by his parents, 1/3 being paid by him, 1/3 being paid by a lifesavior roommate, aka you!!!!!)

— it was very odd to see eren, who on first impressions seemed like an intimidating individual, sit you down at the empty kitchen table and beg you, literally beg you with his hands in praying form, to room with him. he was very, very obviously desperate to find someone else to live with.

"please, i will be good - i've heard from all my friends i'm a great person to live with, my mouth will vouch (he is a terrible person to live with, but if he has to do more household chores in order to get a roommate he will). i will let you speak to my own mother and father, they will vouch and say-"

"i believe you, eren, why are you crying?"

"PLEASE LIVE WITH ME!!!"

that's an exaggeration of what happened...he didn't actually start crying, but his begging was insistent and borderline pathetic.

— in the end, you agreed !!! paying 1/3 of rent was better than paying 1/2 + the place wasn't in a terrible location, it was close to school, and was a pretty good size for two bedrooms. since eren was already settled in, he helped you move in. and that was when you were given a free GUN SHOW because damn was this man working hard in lifting your many boxes of belongings. it was almost like he wore a tight shirt on purpose, just to show off. he very adamanently told you that you didn't need to hire movers and he'd do all the heavy lifting, along with muttering about how they were "scammers" with how much they charged.

"eren, i can lift some of these-"

"no, please, consider this my thanks for moving in with me," eren grunted, holding a huge box of your clothes with relative ease. he was sweating, but that was because this was probably the third box of heavy stuff he had to carry from the car to the building.

he was wearing a beige shirt that hugged his muscular form, emphasizing every single ripple underneath the fabric. and as you two stood in the elevator (thank god the building had an elevator or else eren would have had to carry all the boxes up three flights of stairs), the only sound in the metallic box was eren's heavy breathing.

his muscular chest (boobs) were moving up and down as he tried catching his breath, his hands lifting to wipe the sweat off of his forehead with the collar of his shirt.

your eyes watched each of his movements carefully before you snapped out of it with the dinging of the elevator to tell you you were on your floor. you got out of elevator first, holding your arm to the door to prevent it from closing on him.

he shot you a smile in thanks before proceeding to easily lift up the box (it was at least over 50 pounds, mind you) and walk ahead to the room.

what you didn't know was that eren's cheeks were burning red as he had felt your stare on him earlier and it made him feel shy. you didn't have to know that he was purposely flexing harder with each cardboard box he had to lift. it was his own subtly way of trying to impress you, anyway.

it was flustering to know that it was somewhat working.

— after all the boxes were situated inside of the small apartment, he went to put all of your utilities away, like your own set of utensils, plates that you bought to share, and a couple of mugs. meanwhile, you went to your room to personalize and unpack all of your clothing. as eren was occupied working in the kitche, he felt himself smiling to himself as he carefull put away any of your belongings in the shelves. he felt himself laughing at one of your comedic mugs, a ceramic figure that took the shape of a chubby cat. the tail of the animal curved into being the handle and a funny expression was painted onto the cat's face.

"what's so funny, yeager?" you challenged, stretching your hands above head, "you think my mugs are funny?"

eren laughed, putting it away intot he cupboard and turning to look at you, "i think they're cute, they're also fitting,"

you made a face of uncertainty, which only made eren's grin go wider, "alright, you'll see."

"i'll see what?"

"you'll see — when i get you your own mug, you'll learn to appreciate it more,"

"oh, god, please don't." eren said, leaning against the counter on his elbow and staring at you, who were sitting on the other side, "for your first night here, you want me to treat us to take out? the chinese place down the road is really good,"

he watched your expression carefully. wordlessly, you walked around the counter and to the fridge. once you opened it, it took you a total of three seconds before you looked back at eren with a grimace.

"the only thing in here is ketchup and mayo..."

"those are the condiments i use to eat my fast food with," eren shrugged, making you only become more flabbergasted. "what??"

"oh my god, let's finish unpacking later, we need to go buy groceries,"

"but you didn't answer my question on dinner?"

"i'll make dinner — you save more money buying groceries and making meals out of them instead of buying takeout everynight, eren," you lectured, making him tilt his head in thought. he supposed you were right, so he didn't argue against going grocery shopping.

as you announced you were just going to change quickly, he then thought about it for a second longer. then a blush fell on his face as he imagined you at the kitchen, cooking a meal for just him and you.

god, was he really developing a crush on his roommate that just moved in?

— the grocery shopping turned unserious very fast. bring eren to any public environment and he won't be able to stay on track for a second. you didn't really know eren that well (it sounds silly to say that considering you are now living with him, but prior to agreeing to be his roommate, he really was just a stranger to you), so to see his more childish side bleeding through his cold exterior was a good change of pace. he was a very goofy guy, making funny faces at babies with the intent of making them cry, and would easily get distracted. he had tried dragging you off to the pokemon card wall several times when all you needed were groceries.

"did you see the way its face scrunched up?" he grinned in excitement before focusing on mimicking the expression a baby he tormented made. you laughed at the face he was making before smacking his shoulders.

"be nicer! they're just babies, eren," you softly scolded, weak chuckles escaping from you.

"just babies that make funny faces," eren laughed, switching from standing at your left side to your right side repeatedly as you stood in front of the produce section, "what even are you going to make tonight?"

"hm, how about pasta? you like pasta?" eren nodded his head in affirmation, "i was just going to buy some staple fruits and vegetables too, though, in case we get hungry for snacks,"

"snacks? i can run to the chips section too then! what chips do you want?" eren said, very excited to go to his second favorite section of the store (the junk food aisles).

"just get me a bag of f/c," you requested politely, making him nod like an eager puppy and run off.

you finished going down the list of basic ingrediants for a white sauce pasta, while also grabbing anything that you could use for other dishes in the future.

just as you turned around to your now full cart of vegetables, sauces, fruits, and meat, eren came bounding back towards you. this time, he was now holding five bags of chips, in his mouth he was carrying a single packet of pokemon cards, and in his fingers he was desperately holding a lottery ticket.

"look! we can open up a pack of pokemon cards, i got you one too, it's in my pocket though, since i figured you wouldn't want my spit on it, and then i also have a lottery ticket. i have a feeling we will win it big! and if we do, we won't have to pay rent for like five months!"

"eren, what the fuck? i thought you were just getting chips,"

the accused man pouted at the tone you were taking with him, dropping his arms into the car to free them of the five bags of chips, "i was!! but look, i'll pay for the lottery ticket, chips, and pokemon cards! c'mon, it'll be fun to open the cards together and everything!"

he almost pouted at you, can you belive this guy? pouted at you with begging puppy dog eyes. you almost smooshed his face with the palm of your head, but restrained yourself.

"fine, let's just go and pay,"

eren grinned in achievement, pumping his fist into the air, "c'mon, i wanna open these on the ride home!" he said, referring to the pokemon cards.

"alright, alright, i don't know anything about them though, so you're just gonna have to tell me what's good or not,"

"if it's shiny and reflective, give it to me, that's all you need to know," eren said dismissively. he swiftly took your spot behind the cart, pushing it with ease and only allowing you to walk beside him. "what pasta are you cooking for tonight?"

"i bought alfredo sauce, so i'll just add in some vegetables and to the pasta and make...chicken alfredo? if that's alright with you," eren almost salivated at the thought. he simply nodded his head eagerly, the bangs around his face bouncing at the movement.

"sounds delicious! man, i really lucked out with you as my roomie, huh? we're gonna make a great pair!" he threw his arm around your shoulder and pulled you in closer as he said this, an innocent grin on his face.

— that night, the two of you sat on foldable chairs watching tv. eren's parents gave you two as a house warming gift. it was small, but it was working so that was all that mattered. eren and you laughed at the tv screen until the late hours, where you both agreed to finally call it a night.

"should i make breakfast tomorrow morning? or are you gonna be in clases by the time i get up?"

eren frowned, "i have classes all day tomorrow, from 8 in the morning to 7 at night, so you don't have to worry about making too many servings,"

you nodded in understanding, "alright, then, i'll see you when you get back then,"

eren and you were about to break off to your own rooms, but he called out to you one last time, "uhm, what time are you gonna be in classes?"

"i only have one class tomorrow, 1 to 3:15," his face brightened up, which instinctively made you smile at him in return.

"we can go get lunch together then," he offered, "there's a good place that has burgers, it's like a ten minute walk from the main campus. i have a break in between classes at 4? if that's okay with you, of course,"

you grinned so wide that it almost hurt your cheeks. eren was a really nice guy, he was going out of his way to just get to know you better and spend some time with you, "yeah, that sounds perfect. meet me at the bus stop that's right outside the main hall and we can walk together,"

"okay, yeah!" eren nodded his head repeatedly, the bangs on the side of his head once again moving at such rapid mvoement. "then, i'll text you tomorrow when i get out of class!"

"sure, that sounds good." there was a pause and you pivotted your torso to turn away from the smiling brunette, "good night, eren,"

the man blinked and nodded his head, also turning away, calling out a, "goodnight, [name]," very quickly.

and the two of you fell asleep with grins on both of your faces. eren had brought the blanket up to his face, as if he was paranoid that there were someone watching his blushing face only redden. your smile was really, really handsome, his heart felt like it was in his throat everytime he remembered it.

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lowkeyremi · 8 months

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such a random thought but like...

U college!eren and his friends are playing truth or dare (cuz everything happens during truth or dare) and some bitch is jealous bc eren is feeling you and not her. So she's like "I dare you to have sex w someone rn" cuz last time u said truth and they asked u who ur best fuck was and u said no one cuz like u never got past making out

and u start stressing tf OUT cuz aint no way u fucking anyone there. but eren's goofy ass is like "come on let's go fuck" and ur just wide eyed staring at that mf cuz huh???

said bitch is getting mad like "cmon eren someone else should do it, u dont have to pity her"

bro's like "i want to" so he drags u away to his place n is like "we dont gotta fuck, i was just helping u out. wanna fill condoms w lotion?"

uhhhhh "why?"

"proof, armin aint gon believe us if i just give em my word." so u n eren spend the next hour making it look like yall fucked. im talking messed up his sheets, filled condoms, three for good measure. you did end up making out w him cuz like you need realistic hickeys, make up aint gon cut it also he's hot who wouldn't wanna kiss him

he wet his hair to make it look like he showered and changed his clothes.

"take off ur bra"

"what the hell, no"

"it'll be more believable if u "accidentally" left ur bra at my place cuz my dick is so good"

"ur full of shit, u just wanna keep it"

"can i?"

"its one of my cute ones so i'll come back for it, turn around so i can take it off" he turns around, he can hear u shifting around so he takes a lil peek only to see ur back he's lowkey upset cuz he wanted to get a look at those tiddies

eren brings u back to where t or d is going on, n honestly the bitch is mad that eren "fucked" u

yall just acted like it was normal and nothing happened. when u were getting ready to leave armin pulled u aside and said, "ik u guys didnt fuck but ill keep ur little secret."

"how'd u know??" did eren say something

"if u actually had sex w him im sure u wouldn't have come back, eren tends to leave people fucked out."

"why do u know that?"

"threesomes are a thing" he smirks

"i'll keep ur secret if u n eren promise me a threesome, i wouldn't wanna pass up on someone as pretty as you."

you gush a lil bit, "maybe, i wont fuck unless im comfortable."

remi's note: i wanna write this but i also dont lmaooo, this been on my mind for a little bit. dead ass how fun would it be to make evidence w eren, i feel like you'd be helping mess up the sheets and he'd throw a pillow at u and its not soft either he full on fucking body slammed u with a pillow

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chrollohearttags · 2 months

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tell me where it hurts | e. jaeger

soft sex, implications of depression, nursing student!eren, black fem reader, (reader is a nursing instructor) squirting, lots of consent, thigh + regular riding, praise kink, sweet aftercare + affirmations, sweet fluff

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he could tell you were in a sour mood, another bad day had come and gone…honestly, you were having them more frequently than not. Coming home after work, discarding your shoes and coat with barely a word uttered. Your dinner he had prepared sat cold on the counter, wrapped up and untouched. Eren didn’t hold it against you, he never did..it wasn’t your fault after all. Sometimes you got in your own head and couldn’t escape the nasty thoughts that plagued it. “How was work?” “Fine..” one word responses uttered softly from your lips. They’d quiver each time you spoke, complimented only by the tears brimming at your waterline each time he asked if you were okay. He didn’t want to fight with you or push the issue…he just wanted to take your pain away.

“Is it okay if I hug you?” A question he’d normally assume the answer to but he wanted to tread carefully. As to not make you even more uncomfortable. Instead, once you gave him permission, he’d swaddle you in the tightest embrace he could muster. One that felt akin to a warm blanket as your entangled bodies met. He could feel the tension in your body and he wanted more than anything to ease it. His strong hands that once sat idle before roaming up and down your back. He complimented your scent; that lovely perfume you had worn. It was intoxicating in the best way possible..he didn’t want to let you go..instead, he wanted to take your pain away. “C’mere. It’s alright..” coaxing you towards him as he gently tugged you by your hands onto the couch. Where once he took a seat, he’d pull you atop him shortly after. Still half dressed in your work outfit; consisting of the skirt and blouse you had worn..he’d tell you how beautiful you looked going out the door today and how he couldn’t wait for your return. You didn’t have to talk about that job until you were ready. Hell, the two of you could sit here in silence if that’s what you preferred. Whatever made you the happiest. With your legs slightly ajar, your skirt hoisted just above your thighs, you’d take a seat on his right leg..just inches away from his lap. Eren was kind, empathetic..he was soft with you. A lot more gentle than he was with others sometimes. Treating you so well, in more ways than one..

“Is it okay if I kiss you, princess? Do you mind?” You’d give him a faint nod but he wouldn’t move without your explicit consent. Not even for a single kiss..respecting you and your body took precedence over everything, even pleasure right now. He could easily sense your tension but you’d ultimately grasp his face..nimble fingers tracing his jawline until you softly whimpered: “..please, kiss me.” To which he’d obliged. Shoving your tongue into one another’s mouths before slowly exchanging slow, messy pecks. The sounds growing louder as you hummed against each other’s lips. It was whilst you were doing so, did the thin seat of your panties rub against his legs. Grinding the bare flesh of his thighs. Just above his gym shorts. You were becoming worked up and aroused..all of your own volition. He wouldn’t make a move other than lightly grasping your hips. Whatever you needed at the moment, he’d make it happen. Slowly but surely, you’d work yourself into a frenzy, whimpering into his ear..that’s when he’d noticed those gentle cries as well.

“Whats wrong, baby?…”

“I-I just..”

you couldn’t even get the words out. You were extremely overwhelmed and exhausted..with everything! School, work, friends, family…it was all a little suffocating. You just wanted to rot away into the core of the earth..not deal with anything anymore. But he was your safe haven. Your sanctuary and peace so you had nothing to fear.

“It’s alright. Take your time..tell me where it hurts. I’ll make you feel better.” A slight lilt and chuckle in his voice, before pecking your ear. And it was then that you’d begin to straddle him a little faster, whining with high pitched cries. Your arms coiled around his neck whilst you slowly raised and lowered yourself onto his bottom half. The friction causing you to clench your legs around his own and then release. That sheathed entrance spasming on air and begging for attention. Meanwhile, your right hand gently caressed his clothed cock, that had grown exponentially from the subtle teasing. Quiet as it was kept, your boyfriend felt a slight bit of shame..getting turned on when you were in such a vulnerable state.

“I need you, ‘Ren..”

but that was all the confirmation he needed! It was then that he’d hook a single finger around the thin string of your panties. Tilting his head up, Eren would ask once more, smirking. “Of course, princess. Can I pull these back? Is it okay?” Chewing at the tip of your finger, you’d gently nod and agree. For a split moment, you’d even tense up and he’d check in on you before proceeding. The pacing was a lot more slow than usual..but there was a reason for it. He wanted..no, needed to take his time. He needed to make certain you were better than just alright once he finished. However, by the look of your thong..he knew what needed to be done.

“You want to ride me, baby? Is that it?” “Y-yes! Please..”

all but pleading to climb atop his dick. “Of course, beautiful. Here.” So without a moment more of hesitation, you’d hoist your skirt and propel your bottom half to align with his member. Easing down gently, you’d acclimate to his shape almost immediately and the both of you would release loud gasps. The sensation nearly caused you to come undone on the spot but alas, you held it together… “…you feel so warm, baby..are you okay? Wanna start moving?” His gentle tone and soft touch eased any amount of tension and hurt within your body. Your spirit felt at ease and you were good to begin moving. Slowly but surely, you’d propel yourself up and down on his dick..squeezing and contracting each time it made home between your flesh. Taking him as if the two of you were specifically designed for one another. “You’re doing so good right now..that’s it. You just take all the time you need, beautiful. I’m yours to use..do what you want.” Tossing his head back, Eren’s lips would curl into a smile as you continued to writhe on top of him and impale yourself on his cock. It was a bit much to take but you wanted—no, needed to feel him. Feel anything except the overwhelming emotions that had long clouded your judgment. If anyone could take away that pain, it was him.

“ ‘Ren…I—oh fuck..”

“Just breathe, mama. It’s alright..”

as long as it took, this is where the two of you would remain. “Just keep going, baby. You’re so pretty like this.” Him nestled deep inside of you, squeezed by your warmth and embraced for everything he had to offer. “Oh..you like that don’t you? You squeeze me every time I tell you how beautiful you are..” only to be met with a giggle as your arms remained clasped around your neck. “Yeah, I know. And I’ll remind you every chance I get. That’s why I’m here.” Eventually, his hands found their way on the cusp of your ass, holding you into place as he momentarily thrusted up into you. Feeding you slow yet deep strokes. “This is what you needed, I know. What you deserve after a long week. I’m sorry it took so long to give it to you, baby” Hearing you cry out for more in the process..he’d continue doting on you. Telling you how much he loved you, what he adored about his princess and how proud he was to call you his. By the time he was done, you had all but fallen apart in his clutch..just biding your time until you could climax. That tension in your body teeming right there at the edge. “You wanna let go, princess? Wanna come already?” Mhmm! Please!” That high pitched cry causing a slight twitch of his cock between your walls. Naturally, he’d give you whatever your heart desired. So when you requested, Eren gave his full fledged permission to release and you didn’t disappoint!

“There it is…good girl.”

like clockwork, you let out a splash underneath your nude lower halves; drenching him in that sweet release. It was the greatest feeling in the world. There was no need to be embarrassed or shed tears of sorrow anymore. Your man was right there to help you pick up the pieces. Smashing your lips together, (y/n) expressed your gratitude with a barrage of kisses. “I love you..” “I love you more, princess. Do you feel better?” And without even thinking, you’d give him the response he was seeking with a simple nod. “That’s all I wanna hear..hey, why don’t we get cleaned up and order some food? We can get your favorite and watch some movies.” Which sounded like a stellar plan in your opinions. “I’d like that..”

so as long as you entrusted yourself to him, you’d never feel unease, pain or heartbreak ever again.

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satorusdiary · 1 year

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“no fuss or ima fuck you in this library.”

Plug!Eren x reader

Warnings: Thigh riding, orgasms, fucking in a library, sexual interactions, cursing, smut, idk anything else lmk

Summary: You went to go study in the universities library and you drag your boyfriend Eren along. It’s strange how he willingly wants to go, but you should’ve known better when you couldn’t focus whilst studying thanks to him.

Authors note: Erens down bad for his girlfriend <3

Eren has the best weed around the area. Everyone knew that. Mostly everyone on campus bought from him, or wanted to buy from him. Luckily, you didn’t have to buy from him. You were able to get all of that stuff for free.

Because you were his lovely girlfriend, his other half, his everything. As of right now, Eren was laying on your bed with his hands behind his head, laying against your comfy pillows. Watching you get ready out of no where.

“Where you goin, mama?” He questioned, placing his phone down on your neatly tidied blanket.

“Library, you wanna come with me, rennie?” You pulled up your skirt, giving Eren a good view of your ass that was practically glued to your skirt.

You knew Eren wasn’t the type to go to the library, or even step foot in a library. Did he even ever go in a library before? You didn’t know. That’s also a question you ask yourself for how Eren didn’t drop out.

“Why’tha fuck you goin to a library? Just study here. You can sit on my face while you doin that.” Eren smirked and sat up from your bed, putting a shirt over his bare, toned body.

“I don’t have the books i need, i cannot fail this exam ren.. My dad would kill me!” You whine, engulfing your tall boyfriend into a hug. The smell of weed coming into your senses making you look up at him with a bitchy expression.

His eyes were red, of course. When were his eyes never red, um never..? That’s funny thinking something like that, but him smoking without you wasn’t. That’s how you guys became close anyways, by being smoking buddies.

Then you fell in love with him, your plug who would only give you weed if you let him fuck. But when you both started getting more serious, relationship wise you been getting everything free.

You couldn’t be blamed though, who would charge their own girlfriend for weed? Not Eren of course, he spoils you like a princess. His princess. His lil spoiled princess.

He grabs your waist and pulls you into him more, ignoring the pissed off expression and just engulfs you in a kiss. You couldn’t resist, you kissed him back pouring all your love into it.

“Go with me rennie, pleasee. You smoked without me, come to the library with me to make it up for me.” You pouted. Eren snickered and kissed your temple, rubbing the side of your waist up and down.

“Aight, could’ve jus made it up to you by fuckin you, but whatever floats your boat..” He mumbles and pulls his jacket over his torso.

You rolled your eyes and walked out of your dorm, Eren following you from behind. His arm wrapped around your shoulder, bringing you closer to his warmth as you both walked out of the dormitory.

The library was crowded as you expected. Many others were studying for the upcoming exams, luckily for you, you knew a secluded area with two large book shelves covering it.

“it’s crowded here, let’s go back hm baby?” Eren pulled your hand that was engulfed with his, trying to take you out of the library.

Him being in a library was unusual for him. There were that strong book smell flooding the area, and a bunch of people rushing to grab a book they probably aren’t reading.

“No—no! I know an area, jus follow me babe.” You pulled him along towards the secluded area. There was no one in sight, which made you grin proudly.

“an empty area? fuckin nerd.. knowin all the secret areas in a library..” Eren mumbled and pulled a chair, sitting down and grabbing his phone from his pocket.

“Bitch? no, i just found this area the last time i studied here.” you defended yourself whilst picking out a book from the top shelf, going on your tippy toes. You got the book with no problem.

“No fuss, mama. Or ima fuck you in this library, on my soul.” He glared at you, watching as you walked towards him.

“Sorry rennie.” You took a seat on his lap, on one of his legs, knowing that you weren’t sorry at all.

He smirked, effortlessly sliding his hand under your shirt to run your back. It send chills down your spine, because of how col his hands actually were. You silently cursed to yourself, but ignored it as you were reading the book.

The both of you sat in silence, comfortable silence. With you studying, and Eren making deals with some clients on his phone, the area was only filled with your guys aura. It was a cute, comfortable, and not awkward.

When Eren accidentally bounced his leg upwards, your lower part of your body feels something electrical. It partly startled you, and it made you lose what you were reading on your book, making Eren apologize.

“Sorry mama, didn’t mean to move.” He uttered into your ear. The sounds of a few college students talking from across the large bookshelves covering you both coming into your senses. But it doesn’t distract you from the sudden heat your cunt is feeling.

You’re feeling needy, needy for Eren. You didn’t even know you started rolling your hips on Eren’s thigh. That was until you dropped your book from behind him, wrapping your arms around his neck harder.

“ohh, renniee.” You moaned lightly, you knew your underwear was beginning to get wet.

It caught Eren by surprise when you moaned out loud, then he noticed how you started rubbing your pussy against his thigh.

“This what you doin? Dirty girl, doing this in public?” Eren chuckled and placed his arms on your waist, guiding you to ride his thigh.

“need you s’bad rennie.” You mumbled.

Eren laughs, deep and low. you feel the rumbles of his chest through your chest since you were pressed against him. you've never felt so attracted to someone as much as you did right now.

Your motivation to study, and ace your exams switched to lust for your boyfriend. And man, he wasn’t backing down. He wanted to give you what you wanted, like the hood boyfriend he is. He pinches sharply at your waist, before dipping into your neck, pressing wet kisses up the length of it, lightly sucking to leave hickeys.

You placed your hands under his jaw when he pulled his head away from your neck. After leaving multiple hickeys. You pulled him into a kiss. Your lips sucking at his bottom lip making him softly grin at your actions. His hands were on your waist, moving and guiding your hips above his crotch. You felt his clothed budge under your crotch as well.

His hands that were roaming your bare legs lifted up the skirt you wear wearing, his cheeks were slightly red, from the slight movement you've been making that's gotten him hard under your touch.

“Y’just know how to get me hard, huh sweet girl?” You grinned and nodded, rubbing his arm up and down seductively.

Luckily the area was secluded, not many others knew about the area you both were in. So once Eren picked you up, and placed you on one of the counters you knew everything was going to go down. If someone were to walk in on you both, you were fucked.

"Let me see that dripping cunt." You whimpered and swallowed your breath before slowly parting your legs giving a slight glimpse of your clothed folds, that were soaked and glistening with your wetness. Eren thinks he's died and gone to heaven with this sight that was blessed for his eyes, and his eyes only. What made it even better was when he took off your underwear, stuffing it in his pocket.

Now he was able to see what he’s been wanting to see. His beautiful girl, and the meal she has waiting for him. Always.

“..‘m so lucky to be your boyfriend, sweets. Everyone in the worlds jealous of this sweet pussy. All for me.” He mumbled, massaging your thighs as you looked down at him in awe.

“Love you rennie,” You pulled him into a kiss, making your tongues roll against each other. After a few moments he pulled away, the both of your lightly breathing in extra air that was needed.

“Love you more, now you gon let me eat my pussy, princess?” He eyed your bare pussy, it was practically sobbing for him to touch it.

“Yes, baby please.” you begged.

“What do ya want me to do, hm?” He questioned, now teasing your opening with his finger.

“Please, eat me out rennie. Need it s’badd.” You whined, squeezing his upper bicep. Eren nodded your way and kissed your cheek, then he went in between your thighs. Placing a soft kiss before sucking on your clit. The most sensitive spot of course.

"Look at you," Eren smirked, pulling away from your heat and ghosting his fingertips over your pussy's lips with the other. "You're soaked, mama," He muttered.

Two fingers were inserted into Eren's mouth, covering them in saliva, and then pulled back down to slide between your folds. He abruptly put two digits inside, crooked them up, and sent a shockwave through your entire body.

He tittered, pulling out his fingers only to re-insert them into his mouth while swirling his tongue to taste your flavor. He continued to look at you while muttering softly between his fingers. His sneer was lewd as he slid them out.

"Eren—" You were cut off when Eren began swirling his tongue against your clit, holding your body firmly in place as you moved on the counter from the pleasure that has been given to you.

“Hm? what’s that, can’t hear you sweetheart.” Eren mumbled from between your thighs. You knew he wanted others to hear, it was another way of showing you off. If you could say it like that.

“S-Someone’s gonna hear, rennie, can’t..” You cried, making sure you weren’t too loud when you had a hand over your mouth.

“don’t give a fuck, if anyone hears. Y’want me to leave you on this counter unsatisfied?” Eren questioned.

You shook your head, tears brimming into your eyes and you continued to blabber out. The two feelings of insane pleasure, and anxiety of getting caught bubbles inside your chest.

“Fuck— no, Eren ‘m sorry..” You apologized, ruffling your hands into Erens hair. Gripping it for dear life as his tongue reached a sensitive spot in your gummy velvety walls.

You let out a loud wail, you were sure a few people could’ve heard. Your eyes widened as you covered your mouth as soon as possible, a few tears slipping out of your doe eyes.

“ohh, this the spot mama?” He continued to thrust his fingers inside of you, and suck you dry with his tongue. You nodded your head vigorously, desperate.

“yes! oh—fuck Rennie please!” You cried out, absolutely not caring anymore about others overhearing you both.

Erens jaw locks, and tightens. His tongue continues to lap over your folds as his fingers continue to abuse that one squishy area inside of you that was leaving you to sob. The lewd noises, from when Eren ate you out was a noise you’d never forget. Eren was the best at eating you out, you knew that. And now probably everyone in the library knew aswell.

When you let go of the bubble that was begging to be let out, and you orgasm, a moaned cry is released from your lips ,and you're trying so hard not to scream out any more as you're releasing your juices on Eren tongue. Your eyes widened as Eren continued to slurp your juices.

He kissed up at your body, stopping at your lips as he swirled his tongue around yours in a lewd manner. Occasionally you would moan into his mouth, as you were lolling your tongue into his.

It was almost like you were sucked off until you were dumb, because as of right now you almost forgot about how Eren ate you out as if his life depended on it.

He pulls his pants down, along with his boxers. His cock springs out, obviously rock hard. To your surprise it was harder than usual. He strokes his cock into his hands, eyeing you the whole time as your cunt gets wetter and wetter just from looking at his cock.

“I’m gonna have fun breaking this pussy, baby. Y’ready?” He aligned himself towards your body, rubbing his tip against your sopping wet entrance. The lewd noises of your cunt squelching can be heard from all around the room.

You nodded your head and grinned, kissing his cheek and brought him in closer. Signaling him to push his cock inside you.

Once he's fully inside he places his hand above your stomach to feel himself inside you. He feels his cock from inside of, a burning feeling of pride hitting his chest as he gropes one of your breasts from under your shirt.

You were suffocating his cock inside of you from your squeezing, it made him close his eyes for a slight second to adjust to your feeling.

“Ready, sweet girl?”

You nodded your head, wrapping your arms around his neck to bring him closer to you. That’s when he began rolling his hips against yours, you felt so full. This feeling, was amazing.

The way his cock moved inside of you, made loud wet sounds from all around the area. As his cock sinks into your swollen core, you begin sobbing. But the pleasure wasn’t unbearable, it was just overwhelming. Every time you fucked it felt like your first time.

“Let me hear you, my precious girl.” His voice fumbled from his chest, the more he pounded into you the more you itched closer to your orgasm.

“Eren.. you’re so deepp. W-Want it inside, please?!” You begged, and whined, through the tears that continued to flow down your face. Erens hands came up to your cheeks and wiped them off, then he want back to holding your hips still just so he could rut inside you again.

“y’want my cum? y’want me to fill that sweet pussy of yours mama?” He hums, his dick abusing that one spot in your pussy that continued to make you cry out.

“yes— yes! want you inside me forever. fuck.. your dicks so good!” you cried, kissing the palm that was cradling your cheek.

As his cock twitched inside of you, you knew he was close to cumming inside of you. He continued to bully your insides, which meant his tip hitting your cervix continuously.

As you orgasmed, a white ring appeared around Erens cock. But that didn’t stop him from thrusting into your creamy pussy in a inhuman pace. Once his thrusts got sloppy, spurts of cum filled your insides.

You placed both of your hands on Eren’s face, bringing him into a kiss as he continued to fill you up. You moaned in his mouth, your tongues tied together as you both sloppy kissed.

Eren continued to thrust inside of you, making sure all of his cum stays inside of you. When he pulls out, he makes sure to collect all the cum that was threatening to drop out back inside you.

“Don’t forgot to take a pill, when we go back to your dorm. Unless you want my baby.” Eren smirked and kissed your forehead.

“You’re too good for me mama.” He continued, wrapping his arms around your waist to hug you closer to him. His cock softening inside of you.

“I love you eren, love you s’much. Want your babies one day.” You slurred against his chest.

Eren chuckled. “You’ll get my babies one day, after we graduate. How does that sound?”

“exciting, can’t wait!” You exclaimed and hugged him tighter. Bringing your head up to look at his green orbs that were already looking at you.

“That’s my girl.” He kissed your forehead.

Before you both could say anything else, Erens phone buzzed on the counter. You looked at it confused and grabbed the phone, giving it to your boyfriend who looked stunned reading the message. Then he brought it to you just so you could read it.

Jean

bruh, if you n y/n in the library i can hear you guys fucking. STFU WE TRYNA STUDY

Read 4:37 pm

Eren

nahh cuz ion rmbr asking😂😂

Read 4:38 pm

Authors note: Happy 1 week of me postin on this app LMFAOO don’t mind any errors pls, i’ll fix it up when i get home from starbucks😓

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dysaren · 5 months

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the best patient ✮ | e.jaeger

MDNI-> warnings: afab reader, nurse!y/n, erenbrokehiswrist, cheater!eren, stoner!eren, dealer!eren, (pretend hes also a metalhead bc i love metalheads. and toxic eren oh my god its unhealthy), mentions of weed, blowjobs, hairpulling, missionary, cowboy, multiple creampies, dirty talk, eyerolling, tit sucking, hickies, pussy eating, cum swapping/sharing/consuming, squirting (cuz it wouldnt be a dysaren fic without squirting!), erens gf visits.

a/n: sorry im so inactive im actually so busy like all the time :( (save me.) anyway, enjoy this quick fic i wrote instead of doing my assignments!! i am a sucker for toxic,cheater,stoner,dealer,metalhead,has piercings eren. based on a scenario that i created with a character.ai bot ( i am ashamed.. it was a xiao bot.)

"hello. im nurse y/n and ill be taking care of you for the duration of your stay here." you say, walking into the ER patient room as you scan my clipboard for the details of the person staying here.

Name: Eren Yeager

DOB: March 30 XXXX

Height: 6'0 ft

"weight, ethnicity blah blah... reason of hospitlization: distal radius fracture..." you read to yourself, glancing up from the clipboard to meet eyes with the man in the hospital bed. his long brown hair was up in a messy bun, he had tattos running from his neck all the way down to his arms, and from what you can tell, he was built, rather... nicely. (he was buff asf.)

the man looked miserable. he had swollen undereyes, and his skin looked dry, but still, for some reason you found him incredibly attractive.

"hello nurse." he mutters, clearly tired.

"hello." you repeat again. "im just here just to check up on you." you explain to him, sauntering closer to his bed.

you flip the page on your clipboard to a new, blank sheet. "i will just be running some tests, checking your vital signs and see how you are healing."

eren nods compliantly.

you take that as a sign of consent and start writing some things down on paper. "he seems to be doing fine...even his arms are nice fuck." you get distracted, looking at his arms, the way the veins pop out. mentally youre drooling. his fingers are long and thick, and there are indentations of multiple rings on them which only gets you more excited.

you flip your page back to the information sheet from before, checking the notes: "frequent smoker and sexually active."

"so it says here you are a frequent smoker?" you ask him, just wanting some sort of confirmation from him.

eren nods again. "yes" he whispers. "some nicotine but mostly weed."

"oh i see." you say, writing that information down.

"i can get you some. once im out of here at least." he looks up at you.

"im sorry?" you mustive heard wrong...right?

"ive seen you around before." eren explains. "at parties...you know mostly smoking. like that last one...you were with jean and connie."

oh. you didnt hear wrong.

three days ago, on your day off, you had went to a party with your friends jean and connie. they said it would be a good idea since it would be a chance for you to finally relax from your stressful job, so you relunctantly went. that was your first time smoking weed. it was wonderful and you guess eren saw the whole thing.

"you must have it wrong... i dont typically smoke." you explain to the brown haired man.

"i know, jean and connie told me it was your first. looked like you had a good time though." he smiles tiredly up at you.

you were taken a back a bit. you didnt know that the two of them knew eren. do they know that he's in the hospital right now? are they the reason he broke his wrist? where were they?

"i see..." you ponder a bit. "are they here with you tonight? somewhere in the hospital i mean."

"yeah. theyre here with my girlfriend too since she's the only sober one who can drive at the moment... they just went back to my place to grab some things for me before you came in. they wont be back for a while." eren clarifies.

"goddamnit he has a girlfriend." you sob internally.

"thats good to know." you fake smile, looking back at your clipboard. "it says here youre also sexually active... are you taking any sort of pills perchance?" you continue with your questions, trying to get back to professionalism.

"nope its all just me." he giggles with a coy grin on his face. youd hate to admit that his laugh turned you on a bit.

you finish up your report of eren, rechecking his vitals once more to confirm things. "okay it seems as though youre on the right track... it can take up to 6-12 weeks for your wrist to comepletely heal. otherwise, you might want to lay off the weed consumption till then." you finish up.

before you can leave, he call out. "wait.."

you turn around. "what is it? are you alright?"

"i have a problem with something and i just cant seem to be able to do it myself." eren tries saying shyly, but the look in is eyes seemed to be more sinsiter than you thought. "after all... i did just break my wrist..."

he looks down at his jeans, putting the spotlight on the constrained buldge in his jeans.

youre flushed. "oh..." what were you supposed to do in this situation?? didnt he have a girlfriend?

right he had a girlfriend.

"im sure your girlfriend can help you out with that."

eren's eyebrows crease. he did have a girlfriend and she was amazing. she did basically everything for him. so why now was he so damn attracted to his nurse to want to take a risk and cheat on everything he had???

he presses his lips together before speaking, "i lied. i just didnt want to seem like a pussy to ya." sentences were forming right as he was speaking them. hopefully it was enough to fool you. "please. its so uncomfortable..."

his throbbing cock was being compressed by not only his boxers but also by his black rocker jeans. it was true. it was extremely uncomfortable so why not relieve it with the cute nurse who also happened to be the cute girl who had been sitting with his friends not too long ago, taking a drag from a joint he sold to jean and connie.

you were relunctant, but then again, you could feel your panties getting damper. you walk up to him slowly, keeping your eyes locked with his. you sit down on the bed beside him.

he feels your soft hands on his buldge and from that he lets out a restrained sigh. "fuck." he huffs.

god, there was no way this wasnt turning you on too. eren knew that. he saw the way you bit your lip as you started to unbutton his jeans.

"how long will they be gone?" you ask, hinting at the group of friends eren had mentioned previously. "for a while.. my place is pretty from from the hospital." he watches you slowly pull down his zipper. "fuck baby youre making me go crazy."

you smile, finally releasing his cock from his boxers. he was hung. youre eyes widened and he lauged.

"too much for you baby?" he questions.

"no..." you whisper, slowly kitten licking the tip, tasting his precum before fully sheathing his cock in your mouth.

eren moaned. loudly.

"holy shit!" he huffs. "oh my god..." he leans his head back, grabbing your neat ponytail to guide you while sucking him off.

"ugghhfff!" you choke on his length, tears coming to your eyes. but you like it. it felt too good. at this point, your panties were soaking wet at this point.

"fuck baby you gotta stop or else im gonna cum." eren gasps, pulling you off from his dick. "cmon take it all off... show me."

you look behind you to make sure that the door to the room was closed. you look back at him with a playful look, pulling off your uniform and undershirt to reveal your cleavage.

eren smirked, watching as your skin reacted from the cold air, goosebumps forming. he reaches behind you and releases the hooks of your bra.

he sighed at the sight of your tits. they were beautiful. you were beautiful. he kneads at your chest as you remove the rest of your garments, underwear included.

you were fully exposed to him. internally, eren was freaking out. externally, he was entranced by your body, drooling a bit.

"eren?" you ask, waving your hand infront of him. he snaps out of his trance. "are you ok?" you look at him with a worried look.

"im ok baby. sorry. lets keep going." he says, rubbing his tip on your clit. he can feel your wetness and he smirks once again,

"you are dripping baby..." he whispers in your ear. "i dont even need to prep you..." eren slowly shoves his cock into you.

you were in heaven. both of you were. to him, you felt so fucking tight. he doesnt even know if youre a virgin or not. how couldnt you be? "youre so tight..." he groans, restraining himself from prematurely giving you a creampie.

you have never felt so full in your life. in your life, you've only fucked one guy and the rest had been occupied by your plethora of sex toys. but eren... eren was different. you were filled to the brim. eren could see the buldge of his dick lightly poking through your pudgy tummy. that made him go feral.

he started thrusting into you faster, sucking on your sensitive nipples, licking around the skin as well. he left mulitple hickies in the places where only he could see them. you still were on your shift of course, he wanted to be courteous.

"mmm..." he heard you sigh, smiling as he kissed your body.

eren lifts you up so now youre straddling him. he keeps his pace constant but you wanted to take control. so you start bouncing on his cock. he watches as your tits move with you, again trying not to prematurely cum.

"mmmhf!!!!" you try to conceal your moans, but it was so hard. "fuck daddy please!! i need more!!" you were being greedy, but it felt too good.

"youre bossy baby." eren laughs. he thrusts up, faster than before. "fuck im gonna fucking cum." you watched him gasp, bringing your face closer to his, kissing him with so much passion. he kissed back.

sure he had a girlfriend, but maybe now he's finally gonna break it with her. just for you.

"ah ah..." you gasp, feeling his thrusts slow down. you whine.

"shush baby, let me cum inside before i fuck it back into you." he moans into your neck, creampie-ing your cunt. you try not to scream as you feel the heat in your stomach release as you cum as well.

your eyes roll back into your head and oh how he loves the sight. yeah hes all yours now.

eren picks up his pace once again, like he said, fucking his cum deeper into you.

you scream before he slaps a hand over your mouth. "shut it baby... dont want everyone hearing how much of a slut you are."

"mmfgf!" you groan in protest.

eren doesnt stop his pace until he's shooting his thick load into you once again.

he's catching his breath as he pulls out, plugging your pussy with his fingers so the essence wouldnt leak from your cute slit.

youre all fucked out by the way. he watches as your face contorts into pure pleasure, feeling the band in your stomach snap as you twitch on his fingers.

eren shoves his mouth onto your pussy, licking up the mess in between your legs, tasting both him and you. he licks up your slit to your clit, flicking it with his tongue. youre overstimulated and tired. your couldnt take it anymore. you gush once more on his face, the liquid dripping down his chin and onto the sheets of the hospital bed.

"aahh..." you breathe heavily, recovering from your third orgasm.

"that feel good baby?" he says, bring his head up to meet your eyes. he could see hearts in them.

"mm... i think we're going to have to change the sheets." you giggle.

"well it was worth it." he watches as you sit up, making sure youre not in any discomfort. he rubs your back and fixes your hair. "you look beautiful like this."

"do i?" you say, questioning his taste.

he nods before leaning in for a comforting kiss. "let me take you out." he whispers.

you nod-

KNOCK KNOCK!

you glance behind you to look at the door.

"eren! its mikasa!" you both hear from the other side of the door.

you look back at him in confusion. "mikasa?"

he rolls his eyes.

"my girlfriend."

#eren #eren imagines #eren jeager smut #eren aot #eren x you #eren x reader #eren jaeger #aot x reader #eren jeager x reader #eren x mikasa

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katkbc · 5 months

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kat is currently thinking of…

GOING TO A CHRISTMAS PARTY WITH TOXIC!EREN…

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MINORS DNI.

note:tbh i had a lil fun writing this! there will be a part 2 w smut but i kinda wanted to make a little story cuz why not? also this is WAY longer than i intended it to be.. sorry….

cw: fem! reader, strong language, violence, reader is a bit of an airhead + sensitive, use of alcohol, angst, eren is toxic , all characters aged up to 20+, im a sucker for toxic eren🫦 also he’s a bit possessive

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summary : you and eren went out to a christmas party, what’s the worst that could happen?

“how you holding up?” your boyfriend asks. as of right now you’ve had a little too much to drink at connie’s christmas party, not to an extent though. to be honest, eren didn’t expect this much people to show up. music is blasting in the back, people are chatting and dancing, some are drunk, others are playing beer pong, this party was for sure a blast right now. you and eren decided to take shots earlier with connie, jean, mikasa, and armin, but clearly you went overboard a bit. you’re currently on the couch next to eren, his hand on your thigh while your leaned over against his shoulder.

“i’m fine ‘ren.. trust me.” you reply, your words slurring together slightly. you take another sip of your beer, but suddenly it disappears. “hey, no more.” eren scolds. eren had decided to invite you to the party because you needed to have a little fun in your life. it’s not like you never went out, you just preferred to stay at home. but when you get drunk, it’s a whole new personality you’ve unlocked.

you came to this party in a strapless bodycon dress,in a nice velvet color. it hugs your hips very nicely and makes your breasts slightly pop out, you wore this with a simple and nice white button up cover up, which you clearly didn’t button up. eren didn’t really approve of what you wore, but man, you looked like a goddess. he couldn’t say no to those beautiful doe eyes you got.

“sorry…” you apologize. sometimes eren would get a little rude with you, but he would quickly realize once you start sulking. “it’s ok, princess. just please don’t over drink.”he smiles at you, and starts circling his thumb on your thigh. you feel hear building up in your core, but it’s just you having to pee really bad. you grab eren’s hand off your thigh. “i need to pee really quick eren, i’ll be back.” you give him an innocent smile. as you get up, he lightly pulls you back. “let me walk with you, it’s crowded.” he insists. “i’m fineee, i’m not a baby eren.” you reply. you grab his face and give him a peck on his cheek. “it’s just really quick..” “alright, don’t go running off though.” he replies.

after washing your hands you walk out the bathroom. you’re walking down the hall back to the main room, slightly stumbling each step. “hey, are you.. good?” a voice calls out to you. the voice belongs to a very nice looking guy. dirty blonde hair which is slicked back, and nice hazel eyes. “yes.. i am. i think.” you think about what you just said. the alcohol in your system is starting to kick in even more. “what’s your name, pretty girl?” he offers a handshake. “y/n, and what’s your name?” you shake his hand, and give him a friendly smile. your cheeks are slightly tinted red. the guy admires you, and can’t help but think ‘damn, she’s gorgeous’.

“porco galliard, you have a pretty name by the way.” he compliments. “thank you!” you let go of his hand. “so… are you here by yourself?” he asks. when he asks, your mind is slowly starting to go foggy, forgetting certain things, and a person. “i’m just trying to find my way out of here.” you ignore the question. “can you help me please…” you plead, looking at him with puppy eyes. “how could i say no to a pretty face like you, where to?” he pulls you close to his side, aware that you aren’t in a great state of mind right now. he doesn’t realize what he has coming.

“yo, eren you good?” connie asks. it’s been about 20 minutes since you left to use the bathroom. your phone is dead, and the house is very crowded, eren is starting to get worried. he would probably have a heart attack if he knew you were with another guy currently. “i’ve called her like what… 15 fucking times and she won’t answer!” he lashes out. “woah calm down..” armin sits himself on the couch next to eren. “how about let’s look for her, she’s probably just lost, you know how she is.” he tries to lighten the mood.

eren wasn’t exactly the best boyfriend. he usually gets angry quickly, and was possessive when it came to you. arguments would lead to you crying and him reassuring you, even though half the time he would start the arguments. but you still loved him no matter what, he’s your baby. and he loved you just as much, probably even more. he’s just ‘looking out for you’.

“yeah, we didn’t expect this much people to come, maybe we should look for her.” jean chimes in. “alright, let’s get going.” armin suggests. eren and him get off up the couch, meanwhile jean has already started looking.

meanwhile…

the sound of crickets chirp outside. in the duration of eren freaking out, porco took you outside for some fresh air, away from the overwhelming party. you needed it, since you were absolutely out of it. the night sky is beautiful, the moon shining which provided some light. you two were sitting on some steps in the backyard. “so… what are some things you like?” porco makes conversation. “i really like cats.” you say. “oh really? what do you like about them?” he asks. “they’re just s’ooo cute! me and my boyfriend adopted one not that long ago and he’s the cutest thing alive!” you ramble. “boyfriend?” he asks. “yeah, my boyfriend is the best. sometimes he can be a little mean though, and it makes me sad.” you say, sadness reminiscing in your tone. porco puts his nicely sized hand on your back and starts rubbing in circles.

“why would he be mean to you? you’re a really sweet girl.” he reassures you. “i don’t really know. whenever we argue sometimes it’s bad. sometimes he gets really mad and starts yelling at me, and i don’t like it. i usually cry because sometimes he’s just so mean. but it’s okay, he apologizes and then makes me feel loved!” you ramble again, words slurring together. porco looks at you. in the hour you guys have been talking he’s learned a good amount about you, but he feels like you deserve more than this so called ‘boyfriend’ you have. but again, he doesn’t really know too much details, and keeps his thoughts to himself. “well… he should honestly respect you as much as-”

“y/n!” the familiar voice calls from behind you. you look back and see the face of your boyfriend, with a look that indicates he is VERY pissed off. “what the fuck!” he yells. “don’t cause a scene eren!” armin scolds at him. “e’ren…” you hiccup. he goes over to where you and porco are sitting with armin following, with a worried look. “who the hell are you?” he looks at porco, with a disgusted look. “calm the fuck down dude, i had to take care of her since someone couldn’t..” he gives a remark. this guy was really testing erens patience. “who are you to tell me i can’t take care of my girlfriend? i was looking for her this whole time just for her to be with another guy.” he snaps back. footsteps are heard, them belonging to jean, connie, and mikasa. your vision is currently blurry, with tears flowing in your eyes. “what is going on out here?” mikasa questions. “oh shit..” connie realizes.

porco stands up and faces eren. “alright i get your her boyfriend and shit, but if you’re thinking we did something, we didn’t. she’s drunk as fuck so i offered to help her since this party is huge. be grateful i made sure she was safe, no need to go off on me.” he explains. there’s a pause of silence, until eren breaks it. “listen, i could honestly care less. i don’t want you near my girl.” he threatens. “eren… please stop.” you plead, looking up at the scene. “you don’t have any room to talk, what the fuck were you and this guy doing anyways?!” he snaps.

you hold back your tears. “we weren’t doing anything eren, don’t make this a big deal.. please.” you were stumbling over your words. this was all too overwhelming, since you came just to have a good time. you should’ve known how eren would’ve gotten.

“shut the fuck up y/n!” he looks at you with flames bursting in his eyes. “i don’t wanna hear your bullshit excuses.” everyone nearby looks at the current scene that’s happening, and you can’t stand it anymore. your mind is fuzzy, and the tears that were at bay on your eyes start slowly falling down your cheeks. you hated when eren would yell at you. now that he’s yelling at you in front of other people, you felt helpless. you get up and leave the scene, leaving everyone behind.

“eren what is wrong with you?” mikasa breaks the sudden silence. she then leaves the scene to go find you. “learn some respect, that’s your girlfriend.” porco remarks. eren looks at porco with hatred, not caring that he was causing an unnecessary scene. that’s just who he was. a loud and sudden sound fills the awkward silence.

eren gave porco a good punch to the face. “don’t tell me what i should learn.” at this point, eren was in rage, he could care less about anything right now. he wanted to fuck up this random ass guy who was telling him shit that related to his girlfriend. erens in the wrong but he doesn’t see it. porco returns a punch back, and this sets off a fight.

people start surrounding the area, observing what is happening. eren delivers a punch on porcos side, which makes him fall. eren steps up and is about to kick porcos face until porco drags him down suddenly, and starts punching him repeatedly. the scene is starting to get very violent, with blood drops filling the wooden patio. armin goes up and pulls back eren, but he’s still delivering blows.

“what the hell is happening?!?” a man who looks like porco arrives at the scene. another man follows behind him, tall, blonde and seems way older than the rest of the party guests. “separate them marcel what are you doing!” the guy shouts. “reiner why don’t you do something too?” jean shouts from the other side of the scene. connie goes up and helps armin pull eren off, and marcel and reiner pull porco away from eren.”

“parties over! everyone get the hell out!” connie yells. the news soon spreads around, and people start leaving before anything else happens. porco apologizes for being involved in the fight, and leaves with marcel and reiner. eren and everyone else goes inside.

“stay still.” armin commands. the party now ended, connie and jean were currently cleaning up. armin is helping clean up eren’s wounds. eren winces at the alcohol put on his wound.

“so, are you proud of being a horrible boyfriend and telling off your girlfriend in front of a crowd for no reason?” armin reminds eren. eren reflects on his actions and realizes he messed up big time. his anger always gets the best of him. “no…” he admits. “you need to go apologize to her. just to let you know she got home safe with mikasa.” the blonde tells eren.“how is she doing?” he asks, head down. “mikasa told me she wouldn’t stop crying.” eren’s emerald orbs look up.

he knew you were sensitive. he hated seeing you cry. he always tries to control his anger around you no matter what, but sometimes the littlest things will set him completely off. the guilt finally falls on him. you never argued back, no matter how much he yelled, because all you wanted was peace, and love from eren. knowing he said hurtful things to his girl is finally dwelling on him.

“i’m sorry for all the mess i caused.” eren apologizes, directing it towards everyone currently in the house. connie steps up, “listen, im not saying i forgive you, but you really have to work on yourself. you should be apologizing to y/n instead of us. what you did was really fucked up eren.” he replies. “we’re all here for you eren, just know that.” jean adds in.

as the moonlight shines, the night continues. eren, driving himself home realizes if he doesn’t work on himself, there’s a potential chance of losing you. he thinks to himself ‘i’m sorry beautiful, i would do anything for you.’ the texts he had sent you earlier sent, but you left him on read hours ago.

he cannot let jealousy and possessiveness take him over. he’s going to make it up to you, one way or another.

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ROCKSTAR EREN

( How Rockstar Eren would treat his Girl..)

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Rockstar Eren was a puzzle to most. A brusque exterior hid a man of undeniable talent, whose passion for music was reflected in the rough callouses on his fingertips. His long locks, typically tied back in a tight bun, were just as iconic as his gravelly voice, a voice that had captured the hearts of thousands of fans around the world. Yet, despite all his success, the outside world viewed him as nothing more than a stoned, talented fuckboy.

But you knew the truth.

You had seen past the façade, the walls that he had erected around himself. You knew that beneath it all, he was a soft-hearted, loving man who craved your touch and presence. In fact, he loved nothing more than cuddling with you after shows, basking in the warmth and comfort that only you could provide.

It was a side of him that few ever saw. And then there were the tattoos. A myriad of silly doodles that littered his body, all drawn by you with a simple pen. They were small and simple but permanent— each held a special meaning, a symbol of your relationship in the future.

Forever.

Rockstar Eren would never admit it openly, but backstage, before a performance, he craved the comfort and support of your touch, the reassuring kiss of your lips.

Despite what many might believe, Eren Jaeger had no love for smoking. In fact, he despised the very thought of it, except when he was dealing with crippling anxiety before a performance and you weren’t on tour with him.

He kept a blunt tucked away behind his ear at all times, just in case. Whenever he felt those pangs of unease start to gnaw at him, he would sneak away backstage, quickly sparking up the joint, throwing his head back and inhaling deeply. The cool smoke worked wonders on his frayed nerves, quelling the surge of emotion that threatened to overcome him.

Rockstar Eren was particular about the pictures he kept in his wallet, but none held more importance to him than the Polaroid of you. Whenever he was backstage, prepping for a show, he would take the time to study your image, to remind himself of the reasons why he was there, and to rekindle the flame of passion within him.

With the picture propped up on the counter beside him, Eren would light the joint and breathe in deeply, holding the smoke in his lungs, savouring the sharp burn in his throat before slowly exhaling. He lived for these moments, when he was all alone with his thoughts, with only the sweet smell of marijuana and the warmth of your smile to guide him through the turbulent emotions within him.

In those rare and private moments, Eren found a peace he couldn't attain any other way. That feeling, that euphoria that filled him to the brim, that's what kept him going through every trial and tribulation, every moment of doubt and self-loathing. With each puff of smoke and each passing moment, Eren felt more grounded, more connected to the world around him. And he knew that you were the reason for that.

He was a force of nature, and you were his muse, his source of strength and inspiration. So while the outside world may view him as nothing more than a guitarist and a bad boy musician, you knew the truth. You knew the man behind the persona, the soft-hearted, loving man who was so deeply in love with you. And as long as you were his, he would continue to rock the world with his music, one soulful song at a time.

Rockstar Eren might never confess to being possessive. To him, the word feels almost negative, something that suggests an inability to trust others or to be secure in a relationship. But when it comes down to it, he is nothing if not possessive in his affections. It's not even about jealousy, really, although that is certainly part of it.

When Eren sees you speaking with another man, his whole demeanor changes. His eyebrows furrow slightly, and his mouth settles into a tight line. He tries to keep it together, but his whole body tenses up with irritation. Most of the time, he tries to be patient.

He knows that it's not reasonable to expect you to only ever speak with him, and he doesn't want to come off as needy or clingy. But it's hard. He can feel his patience slipping away with every moment that passes. On occasion, he'll let the conversation run its course. He'll wait it out, gritting his teeth all the while. But more often than not, he can't help himself.

He interrupts you mid-sentence, desperate to insert himself into the conversation. He kisses you deeply—before dragging you away and peppering you with desperate pecks on the cheek. Afterwards, after your neck is littered in marks from his tantrum, he'll feel a twinge of shame at how needy he can be. He doesn't want to be that guy who always needs attention and affection, who can't handle seeing you give someone else even a shred of your time.

But at the same time, he just can't help it. When he's with you, he wants to be the only thing on your mind, the only one you focus your attention on. It's kind of cute, in its own way, the way he gets all pouty and fidgety when he feels threatened.

Rockstar Eren had just finished a mind-blowing performance and his veins were pulsating with adrenaline. Despite all the post-show excitement, his mind could only focus on one thing - teaching you how to play guitar.

You both were lounging on the luxurious hotel bed, surrounded by an array of instruments. Eren gazed at you intently, imagining how gorgeous you would look playing his guitar. Without hesitation, Eren wrapped his strong arms around your body, placing your back flush against his broad chest.

You could feel the warmth of his breath on your ear as he gently positioned your fingers on the strings of the guitar. As you began to play, your eyes darted back and forth between the fretboard and Eren's piercing gaze, biting your lip in concentration.

"Am I doing it right, Ren?" you asked tentatively, hoping to please him with your performance. The rockstar's cheeks flushed with admiration, his heart fluttering at the sight of you struggling to play the chords correctly. "You're doing great, baby," he whispered, the endearing nickname sending shivers down your spine.

"Just keep playing like that."

Rockstar Eren can only be defined as a munch. He finds complete joy in the art of pleasing a woman, and what better way to do so than with the delicate and exquisite act of going down on you?

Eren is so infatuated with eating you out he cannot, and will not, stop until the juices are dribbling down his chin and his jaw is sore. The sound of your needy whimpers just turn him on even more—he’s withering and humping into the mattress like a mad man trying to keep himself from cumming too quickly.

The way he has to pry open your thighs just to keep you from running away from the incredible sensation he provides, brings out a side of him that is nothing less than primal. When you tug on his hair in ecstasy, Eren knows he has reached a new level of arousal that cannot be contained.

Even when you dig your fingernails into his scalp, Eren still remains devoted to fulfilling every want and need of your pussy beneath him. For him, there is nothing more rewarding than to taste, feel, and making you quiver with satisfaction.

You felt so overstimulated, your breaths coming out in gasps. "Please ren, I can't anymore," you pleaded with tears streaming down your face. But he didn't seem to hear you. He kissed your thigh before devouring your pussy again.

"Not done with you yet baby, just a little bit more."

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