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mommypieck · 5 months
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⌗︙・sucking sleepy eren off ⸜⸜・
now that's aot finished let's talk about sleepy eren. other guys can be cute when they are sleepy but eren is just hot even when he's getting tired.
"no, sweetheart." he says when you claw at his pants. your manicured nails poke him in his thigh and he sure as hell doesn't like this behavior.
"pleaseeee." you beg him. you want nothing more than to have him in your mouth right now. ever since he taught you how to suck his dick properly, you've been obsessed with sucking him off.
"im warning you, princess." he growls, your panties suddenly getting soaked. you don't care tho, you have the danger. swiftly you unbuckle his pants, taking his cock out and putting it right in your mouth. eren hisses above you, not expecting you to take the lead. but at this point, he doesn't care. even tho he's really tired, he's gonna let you do what you want. you gently lick at his tip before moving your tongue along with shaft which makes eren groan.
"if you want to suck my dick, don't tease and suck it good." your cheeks turn red at the sleepiness in his tone. you hollow your cheeks, sucking on him with all you have. your head bobs up but deeper with each thrust, trying to fit him all in. that's something you're still not very good at. eren is purring above you, he likes it when you do it like this. the way you're sucking him off, it's as if you were making out with his cock. he feels himself getting close with every movement of your tongue and your jaw.
"gonna cum in your mouth." it's not a warning for you, it's a sign that he's gonna reward you. you take him as deep as you can and with few more licks, he's cumming inside of your mouth. you lap everything up, his cum always tastes so good.
as much as you want to tease him more and make him fuck your pussy, you notice that he's dozing off. deciding to let him be for tonight, you grab your favorite toy. you know you're going to get punished in the morning for using it, but that's exactly what you want.
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cottonconnielvr · 10 months
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ੈ✩‧₊˚ Trust me , plug!eren
warnings ✩ — mention of weed, praise, high sex, slight manipulation, mention of drugs, tummy bulge, eren giving reader drugs
It was a simple question.
“Do you trust me?”
But with the way Eren was bruising your cervix, it was the most difficult question ever heard to man. Eren followed your eyes as you squirmed underneath him. His eyes stared into yours so deeply. It was as if he was trying to get inside of you (mentally atleast) , answering for you.
Your mouth opened in an attempt to answer. His thrusts knocking your eyes to the back of your head. You let out a gasp as your hands scratched up and down Eren’s back. “I-i..i love y-mmph” This caused Eren to let out a chuckle, a smile spreading onto his face. “I love you so much more, but that’s not the answer I was looking for”
One of Eren’s hands moved down to your lower stomach, pressing onto the bulge. You whined at the feeling.
Eren’s pace slowed and he gave you the deepest longest strokes you ever got. Your breath was knocked out of you, mouth starting to get dry from the previous joint Eren smoked with you.
“Now imma ask you again, kay princess?”Eren cooed to you, grabbing your jaw and forcing eye contact.
“Do you trust me?Use your words.”
You eagerly nodded your head, “mhmm! y-yes ren I do!” she’s just so cute, Eren thought as he slowly moved his hips against yours. A warm feeling flooded Eren’s stomach as you completely submitted yourself to him. You trusted him with your life, you really did.
“Gonna take this for me, hmm?” Eren reached over and grabbed a small plastic bag with a couple white pills in it. “It’s gonna make you feel so good, I promise. You trust me right?” Eren slowly picked up his pace.
“Uh huh. Yes ren” You whined, back arching.
“Good. That’s so good princess. You’re doing soooo good for me. I’m gonna make you cum so much I swear.”
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f4irycafe · 9 months
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eren is the type of bf who requires a goodbye and hello kiss whenever you see eachother. in the morning when you leave for class/work, in the evening when both of you arrive home. if he sees you on his route to class and you DON’T give him a kiss because you’re running late for class, oh my god. the dramatics. will text you and say “😒 oh so you just hate me ig. fine go kiss one of ur other boyfriends idgaf” LIKE BAE my biochem prof hates me i cannot be late to this classss. you’ll have to make up for the missed kiss when you see this pouty baby later.
requests r open <3
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fqiryspit · 1 year
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an: HAPPY BIRTHDAY EREN!!!
eren x fem!reader. cw: smut, dick sucking, an adorable relationship 🥺
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b-day boy!eren who wakes up with breakfast in bed from you 🥺
b-day boy!eren who gets his first gift right away, a good morning suck
"fuuuuck!" his voice is all raspy too, his warm cum drizzling out the side of your mouth as you swallow him <3
b-day boy!eren wants to stay in and binge horrible tv shows while eating takeout with you <33
b-day boy!eren whose laughing his ass off as you guys play some made-up card game while the reality tv show plays in the background
b-day boy!eren who games with the others while you shower and get ready for bed
b-day boy!eren who melts when you walk out in a gorgeous lingerie set and just says "Igottago" before throwing his headset and controller away
"when did you get this?" he grins into a kiss, hands running over your body
"2 weeks ago, just for you"
"fuck, y/n"
b-day boy!eren who fucks you all night to finish off his day, making you cum over and over until you're a limp doll he's using up <33
b-day boy!eren who spreads kisses all over your face right before you both fall asleep
"this was the best birthday ever, y/n...thank you"
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an: my baby 🥺 HAPPY BIRTHDAY EREN!! 🥳 wanted to do this 4 him rq to finish off the day 💞 it was such a fun day on twitter! seeing all the fanart was just amazing! I always look forward to his b-day <33
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chrollohearttags · 1 year
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either I’m just very much rotted by this couple or a complete whore but I just think that musician Eren would have the prettiest moans! Likeeee, I really do.
cw: subby eren, riding, him having just pretty ass moans 😵‍💫
so it’s no secret that in addition to rapping, he has the most beautiful singing voice. Can belt a tune to just about anything and gives some of the greats a run for their money on their own tracks. Truthfully, (y/n) could sit and listen to him for hours and never get tired. But where he sounded the best? Was the bedroom. It didn’t even dawn on you until one night, the two of you were going at it..tangled up in the sheets and fucking the shit out of each other. His hands around your throat, yours on his chest and eventually..grasping his calves. Bouncing up and down his dick and dripping while doing so. Eren’s only view was your thick round ass, slicked with creamy juices as you rode him. “F-fuck…make a mess on this dick, baby..” lying flat and letting you do all the work for once. Loving the way you tightened around him each time you took him to the base. The curvature of that back and the amazing arch you had was enough to have him gripping the sheets. That was just the effect you had..admittedly, he had never been in some pussy this tight in his entire life. It was as if you were practically begging to be nutted in. He couldn’t help but to let out the mellifluous moans to signify how good you felt. Whimpering so helplessly at the feeling of being ridden so good. “You like that, baby? This pussy feel good?..” questioning so sweetly as you looked back over your shoulder to meet your man’s gaze. Suddenly, you’d be answered by high pitched cries and sucking teeth. Eren so helplessly hollering your name; his Adam’s Apple bobbing in his throat and chest heaving. “(Y/Nnnnnn)….oh my God. Right there…” those pretty little whines of his only motivating you more. You look down to see his toes curling and his legs shaking, knowing you can’t stop now. Doubling down on your speed and swallowing that dick as if it’s nothing. “Y-yes! So good. Creaming all over me..shit!” Taking him to the hilt until you felt it twitching inside of you. All the while, he’s begging you to keep going and best believe..as long as he’s crying out like that and crooning to his heart's content.. “..mmm, that’s right, baby. Keep moaning for me. Let mama take care of you..” you’d give him whatever you wanted.
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dabisbratz · 11 months
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READ BETWEEN THE LINES — eren jaeger x male reader
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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!
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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.”
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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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eden-evergreen · 11 months
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Afterglow. (II)
boyfriend!eren jaeger x reader
genre -> fluff.
synopsis -> a peek into what after sex with your boyfriend is like.
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With a shallow groan he finishes on your stomach; droplets of intense warmth scattered across the plush area soon cooling down on contact. You sighed at the feeling as your irises lifted to make contact with his turquoise ones.
You watched him chuckle, possibly at the fact that you wanted him to finish on you rather than inside of you for once. His sharp features where softened by the illumination of the dimmed lights in his room which made him look even more handsome than he already was.
“I can’t believe you made me do that”, he smirked. His eyes hanging low raking in the entirety your after-sex glow.
You wrapped your palms around his thick forearms before slowly gliding them up his arms, your fingers tracing every crevasse and tone to his muscles. Your left hand stopped at his shoulder while the other continued upwards to cup his right cheek. His strong arms remained planted on either side of you gently flexing as he lowered for a kiss. It was softer than the ones before, a lot more passionate too. You couldn’t help but burrow your fingers into his hair causing him to pull away before you could pull out his bun.
He murmured a curse under his breath as he pushed himself off of the bed making a beeline straight to the toilet. You let your head relax back into his pillows staring at the ceiling in a comfortable bliss until you heard him call to you.
“You alright?”, he asked handing you some tissue.
“..Yeah, I’m fine”, you giggled. You wiped the white from your abdomen while slowly sitting up and shuffling over to make more room for Eren.
After putting on his boxers he lied down in the space you created, his arms stretching behind his head to cradle it. You got up to throw the tissue in the bin before putting on your underwear and stealing one of his t-shirts. He watches you as you do so, wearing a questioning look on his face while he was obviously trying to hide a smirk.
“Is there a problem Jaeger?”, you purposefully whispered in a low voice.
“Not at all”, he murmured. Truth is: seeing you in his shirt stirred up a whirlpool of erotic feelings in him, ones he’s too tired to act upon in this moment… maybe later though.
You crawled into bed, immediately making yourself comfortable on his side while he extended his left arm to accommodate you, wrapping it under your waist so he could pull you in closer. He released another relaxed sigh into your hairline before peppering your forehead with light kisses. The act made you smile… You always knew Eren cared for you but you never would’ve thought that it would have blossomed to what it is now. He was always better at displaying his affection physically than vocally. Still, you’re grateful that this passionate man is yours only for the keeping.
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arminsfavoritepookie · 9 months
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ROCKSTAR EREN
( How Rockstar Eren would treat his Girl..)
More Rockstar Eren hcs
More rockstar headcanons pt3
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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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katsukisssstorm · 10 months
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Rockstar!eren x black reader
18+ MDNI!
comments and reblogs are appreciated! follow me too if you want :)
rockstar eren and plug eren live in my head rent free!
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Rockstar!eren who thought he could be away from you for 6 months as he toured... he couldnt
Rockstar!eren who books you a flight on the next plane after 3 days of being away from each other.
Rockstar!eren who kisses you deeply in the middle of the airport until you realize where you are and hurry to the car.
Rockstar!eren who tells you over and over again how much he missed you, how sad he's been cause you werent by his side.
Rockstar!eren who lets his hand rest on your thigh, hand getting dangerously close to your aching core as heat pools in your stomach.
Rockstar!eren who drops your bags off the second you step foot in his hotel room, his lips sucking harshly on your neck.
Rockstar!eren who takes his time lapping at your cunt, tongue fucking in and out of your little hole until your legs are shaking and your sobbing.
Rockstar!eren who spends hours between your legs. he's edging you one minute then the next he's trying to see how many times he can get you to cum on his tongue before the room service arrives.
Rockstar!eren who finally sinks three of his fingers in your pussy, one by one until your gushing on his hand, your juices making a mess on the sheets underneath you.
Rockstar!eren who swallows down your whimpers as he lets his angry red tip rub up and down your slit, nudging against your sensitive clit.
Rockstar!eren who fucks you all night, he goes from slow and deep to fast and hard, your neck and chest covered in dark hickeys, but eren isnt doing much better.
Rockstar!eren who cant wipe the smile off his face the next day when his stylist is cursing him out for all the hickeys that litter his neck, knowing its gonna be a bitch to try to cover up
Rockstar!eren who sends a wink in your direction as you stand backstage, singing along to every song he plays.
Rockstar!eren who has you on your knees in his dressing room during one of the breaks, a heavy hand resting on the back of your head as he roughly fucks you face, wiping away the tears that gather at your lash line
Rockstar!eren who sticks his ringed fingers in your mouth, watching as drool pools in the corner of your lips and drips down the side of your mouth.
Rockstar!eren who takes you back to his hotel room to do it all over again until tomorrow when you guys will be on the road until you get to the next city.
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pskmonika · 1 month
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Okay now wouldn't Lorenzo Zurzolo just be the perfect actor for eren? 👀
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jaegersdevil · 7 months
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boyfriend!eren headcanons pt.6
surprise i know u missed him
part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 / masterlist
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bf!eren lives to be a complete and utter menace (but we already knew that)
adding onto drunk bf!eren from previous parts, you will literally have to chase this man down the street before he takes a sip of water. he is cheeky and the biggest pest ever, but when you bribe him, he succumbs (even though you never go through with the bribe)
drunk bf!eren sings his heart out to mr. brightside. i will not be taking criticism at this time thank u
bf!eren stands by the notion that hangovers are a myth, even when his head is in the toilet bowl and he can't move for a whole day (maybe 2)
bf!eren has no personal space at all because he shows his affection in weird ways ok (will bring a chair into the bathroom while you're showering just so he can talk to you.....)
bf!eren panics when you use his full government name & whines about it until you call him baby :/
bf!eren absolutely 100% hates the silent treatment (so if you use it on him, use it wisely)
bf!eren knows he looks hot with his hair tied back, but sometimes he wishes to shave it all off....... you threatened to leave him if he did so, and you never heard him complain about his hair again
bf!eren gets pissed when you don't give him a kiss before you leave. he gets all yappy and bratty and so fucking annoying that you just have to kiss him stupid on the mouth for like half an hour 😐 (works 9/10 times)
bf!eren always stands in front of you on escalators (so he is there in case you fall :/)
bf!eren does NOT like pancakes. serve them to him and he will summon the devil and make you suffer a crazy death (his words not mine ok)
bf!eren sends you the most heartfelt messages 😍 (e.g. i wanna put you in my pocket and eat you like some m&ms 😘☝️…… if i were a kangaroo, i’d put u in my pouch 🦘🥰) 🤔
bf!eren is not afraid of most things, as we know, he is quite reckless, fearless etc etc. EXCEPT of you when he leaves his underwear on the bathroom floor (he learnt quite quick to not do that. walk him like a dog, girl)
bf!eren pays crazy attention to you. he is very very observant and probably knows you better than you know yourself
bf!eren who, when you take him on a date to those cute arcades, is insanely competitive. he needs to win those shitty games. he believes you are very capable on your own, so he will not half-ass something so you can win (you are the air-hockey champion in the relationship, and no matter hard he tries, eren will always lose). but he spends all his coins on a claw machine because he won’t let rigged games beat him (spoiler: he wins. “never back down, never what?”)
bf!eren wears his cap backwards when he is having a bad hair day (don’t mention it to him or he will pout, unless you want him to, then go for it)
bf!eren kisses you sloppily everywhere he can (in a public setting) after a day of classes where you haven’t seen him. he gets clingy and will NOT remove his hands from you
this one is a little shorter i hope that is not a problem 🫵
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mommypieck · 1 year
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Pussy drunk eren ?
"oh fuck baby, don't stop." eren whines, your hips rising up and down on his cock. it's the 3rd time you made him cum this night but he wants to keep going, needs to keep going. you haven't seen each other in few weeks and now he realized how much he missed your warm cunt.
his hands find your ass and he takes a handful, helping your ride him. his eyes are closed because he knows he can't look down and see your pussy cream all over his cock, knowing he would cum right here.
"it's all your fault." he says before slamming his cock deep into your pussy. he swiftly turns you on your stomach as he pounds into you with all his leftover strength.
"it's your fault. only your pussy can make me this stupid."
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hajiberry · 2 years
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FIRST DATE + COLLEGE HOCKEY! EREN
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you two have lowkey been dating for like almost two months before you go on your first official date
with his hockey schedule, it’s hard to make time for a nice sit-down date like he wants to take you on
but when he finally plans yalls first official date it’s ridiculous
he brings you flowers ( because you told him to.)
takes you to a nice restaurant and uses his fake id to buy wine
acts like this is the first time you guys have ever talked in your entire life
“So tell me about yourself, what’s your major?”
“you know my major”
“how would I know that?”
acts like that for a good 15 minutes
looks at the menu for all of two seconds before going
“this shit is so fancy I can’t even read it”
accidentally orders a 200-dollar steak
“i guess my dads paying for dinner tonight”
“that’s not really something you say on a first date”
“cmon you already know you like me”
his personal goal was to not bring up hockey
almost passed but evidently failed because one of his teammates texted him the score of a game going on
“honestly I don’t really care about this game but kinda hope northeastern wins because then we play them next week and they’ll be way easier to beat”
“I thought you weren’t bringing up hockey tonight”
🫢
he’s literally so embarrassing because why is he complaining while y’all are still at the restaurant
“okay if I’m paying 200 bucks for a fucking steak it better be the best shit I’ve ever tasted but I could grill something better at home”
“talk a little louder why don’t you”
“just saying”
despite his griping and groaning he practically licks his plate
takes you on a walk around the city afterward
you guys walk by one of those outdoor skating rinks and he just looks at you
“seriously?”
“i didn’t say anything”,
“you didn’t have to cmon”, he’s practically jumping up and down like a little kid
such a show off on the ice
like it’s embarrassing
but also cute
after he’s done literally skating circles around you he decides to be nice and hold your hand
“if this is gonna last you have to get better on the ice”
“I’ll keep that in mind”- 🙄
the evening ends with him driving you home
he kisses you because again this is definitely not your actual first date
doesn’t come in tho cause he has early practice
“let’s do this again sometime”, he mumbles against your lips
as he goes in for another kiss his phone starts ringing
definitely, his dad pissed off about the almost 400 dollar charge billed to his credit card
so his dad screaming on the other line is how your first, not first date with eren ends
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a/n: this took me so long to write aaah!! Hope y’all enjoy!!
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souichieatr · 10 months
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spiderman! eren hcs
a/n: eren as spiderman bc i miss miles also might make this a series let me know!!!
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- before eren gets his powers you guys are friends, friends who "make googly eyes at each other" quoting armin. hes too shy to actually make a move and you can never figure out what he's really thinking.
- he gets his powers when your class takes a trip to one of the biggest science labs ever, he gets invested in one of the machines and bumps into an employee who was carrying a box one of the radioactive spiders escaped and bit him.
- freaked tf out when he got a sudden pain on his hand and seeing a scary spider, he let out a yelp and slapped his hand to kill it not wanting to make a big deal bc you were there.
- the next day was rough, he was brushing his teeth and when he went to put his toothbrush down it stuck to his hand then when he finally got that unstuck his hand got stuck to the wall.
- later that day you and him were in the library you both happen to grab the same book your hands touching AND HIS HAND STUCK TO YOURS. he was soso embarrassed he was struggling so hard to get unstuck he said he had used superglue that day and it must still be some on his hands.
- he snuck into the research lab that night to try and figure out what exactly is happening with him, getting stuck on mostly everything and almost knocking everything over.
- he finally understands (a bit) what is happening and decides to test out all of his powers he goes to abandoned buildings and junkyards.
- he tells armin first about what happened to him, armin is the one who proposes the idea of becoming a vigilante and helps eren in designing a suit.
- this is when they tell mikasa and she helps them make the suit. mikasa compares eren to a spider and says he needs a web shooter and they get to WORK.
- the first time eren saves someone is when a women gets her purse snatched from her (soo cliche) and he tracks the guy down saving the day woo.
- the first time he saved you is when he's swinging around and he spots you walking home with a bag of groceries, youre walking across the street when a car comes full speed ignoring the red light. too fast for you to react he swoops in carrying you to the sidewalk.
"uh are you okay?" he says making his voice deeper coughing awkwardly. handing you the bag he took from you.
"thank you" you say quietly, still in shock.
- he was so nervous when he went to school the next day, are you okay? what if you figured out it was him? did you hate him for touching you?
- he was shocked when you were beaming telling your friends about the guy in a funny suit saved you, he overheard them asking if you were okay bc um thats scary?? but you brushed them off saying you were fine.
- his first really really bad guy got the police looking at him and the captain (your dad hehe) was nottttt pleased that there was a masked man with powers on the loose.
- eren asked you to the dance (finally) and he was so nervous was almost avoiding you the whole week leading up to it, he picked you up and officially met your dad (as eren yeager).
- eren was shocked the police captain was your father, they both greeted each other and your dad let eren in when your mother walked in introducing herself. on the news he saw himself (spiderman) swinging across the city and your dad went on a rant abt how he hated that guy.
"he's not a bad guy dad he saves lives just like you but he doesn't get paid" you say walking in waving to eren. he holds in his laugh at your comment defending spiderman.
"if hes a good guy why hide" your dad shoots back but before you could argue.
"oh hush picture time!" your mom says holding her phone up, shooing you go stand next to eren.
- at the dance a villain crashes in, you watch as eren runs into the hallway as everyone scatters to safety and spiderman appears.
"so you finally show up spiderman?" the villain says trying to grab him.
"you went through all this trouble for little old me, how could i not?" eren says throwing punches.
- eren does obtain the guy and waits until your dad gets there to greet him, you run up to where they both are thanking eren (spiderman) and you dad gives him a stiff nod taking the guy.
"we meet again."
"we do."
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Retired Fuck Boy
College Eren! X Reader, Slight OOC Eren, NSFW SMUT, AFAB READER
If only you weren’t so gorgeous. If only your kiss weren’t so addicting and your touched so fixating. If only you weren’t his weakness.
He’d never felt this way with anybody else he’d fucked. It was different with you during and after sex. It was always bad but when you came to mind every time he got off, he lost it.
The perverted thoughts couldn’t be helped every time he saw you. The jealousy couldn’t expire every time you’d talk to another guy. It was infuriating how much he cared, despite barely knowing you. He’d show up, hickies down his neck, confessing his undying love for you as you coaxed you into the bedroom. He’d force you to call the guy and make him listen while he fucked you into oblivion. And then he’d be gone in the morning. It was a routine that he wished never came to a start and hopes never comes to an end.
Eren rubbed his fat tip against your slit gradually. Picking up the slick running down your ass cheeks with a breathy whine. Pupils dilated as if it was his first time. “Hurry up.” You whimpered drawing him in by the back of his head and running your fingers through the strands as if you were trying to convince him. He only kissed you in return and you kissed back, letting him slip his tongue in and cloud your mind. “Mm, Call him.” He encouraged words cutting through the silence, running his hands up and down your sides persuasively. “Eren..” You breathed out as he kissed your neck. Sucking softly as he rubbed light circles on your clit. “Please, last time promise.” He pleaded softly, looking down as he lined his cock up with your wet slit, precum mixing with the slick. His cock red and angry yearning for attention. “Want him to hear this. Want him to leave you alone.” He whispered soothingly as his eyes roamed your features. Green eyes followed your eyes as they glanced at your phone. Eren pressed light circles on your clit again persuading you even more. Laying a kiss to your collarbone as you huffed a light “Fine.”
“Hello? Y/N?” His voice came through the phone as Eren slammed into you causing a loud moan. The sound of skin clapping together in time with wet squelches rang throw the phone. Eren cursing and groaning into the skin of your collarbones. Your slick sticking to his pelvis more and more with each thrust. Eren whimpered, pulling your legs onto his shoulder, and folding you into a mating press. “You like that? You like him listening to us?” He teased leaning down to kiss you. Too caught up in the pleasure you barely noticed only letting out a moan in response. “Kiss me back.” Eren insisted trying again but to his disapproval, you hadn’t responded. Only earning a whine of displeasure and a harsh squeeze to the thigh.
You yelped zoning back in with Eren’s scowl grounding you. “Why’d you do that?” You scolded weakly, his thrusts only speeding up. “I said kiss me back?” He mumbled, rubbing his hands up and down your thighs suggestively. “You’re such a baby.” You quipped pulling him in by the nape of his neck into a deep kiss. Eren groaned slipping his tongue into your mouth, rubbing your cheek with his thumb. “You’re so pretty, baby. You know that?” He professed against your lips. “You’re fucking perfect.” He went on between kisses. You moaned feeling your climax approach. “You close?” Eren questioned as an all too familiar look crept onto your face. Before you could even respond he began harshly rubbing at your clit and leaning forward so his fat tip hits your cervix. “Fuck ‘m gonna cum!” You sobbed grabbing onto his biceps to ground yourself. Eren placed soft kisses on your neck with an impatient hum. Squelches getting louder and thrusts getting harder.
Until your orgasm finally hit with a high-pitched moan. “Fuck, just like that.” He groaned, his head falling as he finally focused on his pleasure and the way you drew him back in with each thrust. You whimpered at the overstimulation, Eren’s cock twitching inside you. Letting out a loud moan as he chased his orgasm. He placed a kiss on your thigh before his orgasm hit. Breathy moans left his lips as he came down.
He panted heavily not moving at all as the ringing in his ears slowly became softer. The post-orgasm feeling clouded his senses as he just barely heard your voice. “Eren.” You tapped his arm lightly. “Just- fuck, give me a second.” He mumbled as his panting slowed. “I would, I really would but I’ve got a cramp in my hip, and I REALLY need you to put my legs down.” Eren let out a light chuckle, slowly pulling your legs down to his sides and finally pulling out with a light hiss. “Thank you.” You didn’t even look at him as you said it too embarrassed about your confession. “You’re welcome.” Eren grinned looking over at your phone to see that the guy had ended the call. When? He doesn’t know and he doesn’t really care. “I need to pee.” You spilled getting off the bed and running to the bathroom. Eren only hummed looking for his clothes on the floor.
And when you finally got back from the bathroom you walk into the sight of Eren Yeager asleep on your bed. Boxers on, face smushed into your pillow, and his shirt discarded on the floor with faint signs of cum on it. He normally left after sex occasionally unannounced. He had never once stayed over so this was a sight to see. The only thing wrong was that he didn’t change the sheets. You eyed the damp mark and the sleeping man with a sigh. Walking up to the bed and tugging the sheets hard. Eren would’ve fallen off the bed if he wasn’t so heavy. “If your gonna stay here you going to help me change the sheets.” You decided only earning a loud groan from the man.
(It's a bit short my bad, I'll make a longer one next time.)
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Eren bought a sex swing as an anniversary gift for his influencer wifey and it was his pleasure to have her tied into a splits and see how many times she'd squirt before she couldn't anymore. Safe to say that's one of his fave home movies whenever she's away.
ohhhhhhhhh my gosh! 😫🥴 this is so hot sjdjdjdhd.
cw: bondage, spit play, squirting, vibrator use
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“Okay, okayyy..I giveeee. I can’t—“
“You can’t what, princess? Come anymore? I know better than that..”
a question so blatantly obvious. One you found answered on your behalf and before you had time to react, you were in the midst of doing so. Sure, that body was riddled with ecstasy..trembling with the immensity of one orgasm right after the next but it hadn’t been pushed past its limits quite yet. It would be soon though..that is if your husband had anything to do with it!
“C’mon, baby, you can give me one more. I can feel it, the way you keep clamping down?..you’re not done. You wanna squirt on this dick again, don’t you?”
that went without saying and considering the fact that you were in no position to scoot away or run, you had no choice but to do so. Trust, you weren’t complaining in the slightest but one thing you had come to learn about your man, was that his obsession with you and your body knew no bounds. Going round for round..hours on end relentlessly fucking his lady until neither of you couldn’t withstand another second. And at the moment, that’s exactly what was transpiring. It was your anniversary and due in part to the fact that Eren would be out of town for a couple of weeks for some production work, he needed a bit of a momento to get him through the harrowing nights that you wouldn’t be by his side. That’s when he came up with the brilliant idea to buy a sex swing. A device that had only ever been spotted in cheesy porn flicks but you couldn’t have been more wrong about it. This thing was crazy and a whole lot of fun! Fast forward, and you found yourself hoisted mid-air, legs parted to either side and suspended in the confines of the twine-like material..
“You’re so fucking close, baby..wetting me up like this, I don’t even know if I wanna leave. Goddamn..”
“Ren, please…no more..”
..entire body exposed to the cool air, including that fat little pussy out directly on display before him. Your nude bodies and loins clashing against one another in a haze of smacking noises. Your husband’s six foot frame hovering above your bound body; wrists, hands, feet and ankles all cuffed by the restraints holding them in place as he continued pounding that pretty cunt until you squirted once more. An instance that had occurred about six times now. That throbbing cock making home inside of that sweet, pulsating warmth. Fitting like a puzzle piece regardless of how long he pounded into you. (Y/N) was a sloppy, sexy mess; slick riddling the insides of those thick thighs and spit trickling all down your chin as you had been fucked into tears and near unconsciousness. Practically doing so until you went dumb for him. Taking a thumb between your lips, Eren placed a kiss on them and laughed as he watched you. Those pretty little brown eyes, glossed over in pure bliss. This was heaven for him! Watching you make such a mess of him, and it wasn’t made any easier when he plastered that vibrator to your clit and kept it at bay on the second to highest setting. To say you were overstimulated, might have been a bit of an understatement!
“Oh fuck!..I’m coming. Right there, daddy! That’s my fucking spot..ahh!”
..even so, you wanted more! Wanted more of that tip pressing to your core. Coaxing out more of what made you both tick. With a hand clutching the back of your neck to keep your head steady and fixated on him..the other casually holding onto that toy, Eren gave you a couple of nasty tongue kisses, ones that involved exchanging strings of saliva once you're finished. Breathing high pitched from both ends but you wouldn’t stop until either of you were completely spent.
“I’m right there? ‘Gonna make that pretty pussy come for me one more time, baby?”
“Yes! Fuck..I can’t hold it, please, don’t stop..keep going, keep going!..”
huffing in a high pitched voice, so much so, he couldn’t help but to grant your wish and with sweat pooling both of your foreheads, seven of those eight and half inches buried balls deep inside of you..
“Come on this dick, baby. Squirt f’r me. Give me exactly what the fuck I want.”
he did exactly that! Turning that vibrator up to its last mark and making you come undone with just a couple more strokes. That’s when he felt that entrance tighten and that final orgasm that had been building, came bellowing out, pushing him from inside of you in the process. Releasing an ear shattering cry, (y/n) let those juices flow..the powerful stream being caught by the lens of his recording cell phone, stationed neatly on a tripod. Placing a peck to your forehead, pulling it up to bring you back to consciousness, he’d chuckle and tell you how proud he was of the pretty puddle you had made for him.
this was one home movie he’d never forget!
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