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halfrican-heat · 7 months

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Famous (E. Jaeger)

A/N: Yeah, I'm high. Hello. This is inspired by Halle and DDG as well as Rapper!Eren that I have been seeing on this hellsite. Keep 'em coming cause y'all bussin' that shit down. I think I was also, more specifically, inspired by some tweet collages made by SOMEONE on this side of AOT but Make it Black™ Tumblr. PLEASE tag them if you know who I am talking 'bout-- I think Eren's tag was "EJTHEDON" in the pictures...

Chile, anyway. Read this story lmao.

Warning(s): Angst; Cursing, Descriptions of flashing lights, Inspired by real events/Fictionalization of real events; Interactive fic with links

Disclaimer: All costumes and face claims are indicative of style and aesthetic not body type. I believe anyone can wear anything they are comfortable with!

Pairing: Rapper!Eren Jaeger x Actress!Reader

The flashing of cameras and rapidly clicking shutters helped ground you to the moment. You shifted, moving your long braids to one shoulder, and flashed a dazzling smile to your left. Paparazzi called to you, begging for your gaze to land on them. Interviewers shouted questions that you could barely hear. You had already done your red carpet interviews, so many of the questions being thrown your way now were for tabloids to pick up some kind of gossip fodder.

You shifted again, opting for an over the shoulder glance to your right with a more demure gaze. Your floor length gown was elegant and aquatic, giving the illusion that you stepped out of the ocean and brought the water along with you. Despite your calculated poses, however, the excitement radiated off you in waves. This was it for you. The culmination of years of hard-work and planning and dreaming-- it all led you to this moment.

The world premiere of your first feature-length film.

You truly felt like you were riding a current and a part of you never wanted the feeling to end. You took a moment, stepping away from the carpet and the cameras, so you could catch your breath. Your manager, standing calmly to the side, handed you your phone and a bottle of water. She looked pensive as you grinned widely at her, but you chalked her cautious stare up to nerves. This was a big night.

You scrolled through your notifications, swiping them off the screen as you looked for text messages from your loved ones. Your twitter was blowing up but you assumed it was about the premiere. You responded to a message from your aunt (she wanted to know how much longer you had on the carpet) and another from your best friend before receiving two texts, back to back, from your publicist.

From: Shae Burgess (7:46pm) Eren’s song just dropped. Handling media coverage right now. From: Shae Burgess (7:46pm) Don’t answer any questions about the song.

You schooled your features, being sure to maintain an easy going facade so that no one with a wayward camera could catch you slipping. Obviously, there was something going on that you weren’t privy to. Now the potential for the paps to catch an off-guard image, and use it to fuel their tabloid bullshit, was higher than ever. You casually handed your bottle back to your manager, smiling though it didn’t quite reach your eyes.

“Angela, what the fuck is Shae talking about?” You whispered, quirking an eyebrow.

You showed her your phone, your features looking amused and humorous. She matched your energy, putting on a casual smirk as she leaned over to whisper to you.

“Stay focused. Don’t answer any questions about Eren,” She said simply, her voice low. “We’ll talk before the showing. I’ll meet you on the other side of the carpet”

She gently ushered you back to the carpet, stepping aside as you posed for the camera. You felt comfortable under the flashing lights, ignoring the shouting from the paparazzi. You took your time, shifting as needed, and making sure your angles were right. This time, however, you weren’t super excited to be standing on the carpet alone. On the outside you looked calm and collected but on the inside? You felt vulnerable and uncomfortable. Still, you pushed through and gave the camera a seemingly effortless performance.

From the corner of your eye, you saw your co-star walking to the carpet.

Relief flooded you instantly. You crossed to Armin Artlert, smiling wide as you embraced him. He was your rock during the filming process, so seeing him at that moment felt like a saving grace. He met your eyes, his own colored with a silent question as he took in the apprehension in yours. You shook your head minutely, embarrassed that he could read you so easily. After months of filming, however, that was to be expected. So, he simply took your hand and talked quietly with you as the cameras captured images of the two of you.

The paps and interviewers went feral at the sight of your hands linked together. Questions about the nature of your relationship were thrown left and right but the two of you ignored them like pros. Armin was a godsend during the filming process and helped you navigate the ins and outs of the film industry with ease. He advocated for you when you didn’t know how to and helped you find your own voice throughout the process. There were seldom few people who would support a black woman in such a way.

Armin Artlet was a true friend and you were thankful for him.

You gave him another hug, preparing to part ways. He gave your shoulders a reassuring squeeze and you promised to save him a seat inside. An escort met you halfway across the carpet, guiding you through the flashing lights toward your manager. As you reached her, one pap’s question reached your ears over the others.

“Is your relationship with your co-star the inspiration behind Eren’s Jaeger’s latest diss track?”

The question made your eye twitch as you resisted the urge to ask him what the fuck he meant by that. Thankfully, Angela was a quick mover and a quicker thinker. She grabbed your arm gently, ushering you off the carpet as she popped off at the reporter.

“I hope you’re enjoying your evening,” She said, with a saccharine sweet smile.

The reporter grinned, nodding excitedly. Surely, she believed she would get some special information.

“Very much so! First red carpet event.”

Angela nodded kindly before her smile fell entirely, her eyes sharp and piercing.

“Consider it your last,” She said icily.

She caught a glimpse of the reporter’s name tag.

“Have a good night Stacey.” Angela said firmly, hustling you into the event space.

She found a secluded corner, away from prying eyes and sneaky cameramen. You took a deep breath, rubbing at your temples.

“Angela, tell me what in the hell that was about,” You demanded, glancing over her shoulder.

You tried to control your features because anyone could be watching you from anywhere- trying to capture you in a vulnerable position. Clearly, there was something going on that you were unaware of. It was imperative no one caught you off-guard- thus feeding the damn rumor mill. That was the last thing you needed at the moment.

But apparently your boyfriend was really showing his ass this time.

Your relationship with Eren had been the source for tabloid and media gossip since the beginning. Many people didn’t like the two of you together, not understanding what drew you to one another. They had an idealized image of you in their heads- a princess or a primadonna that shouldn’t be around the likes of him. The people who loved you, or thought they did, felt that Eren was beneath you. They claimed he was using you for relevance. Your self-proclaimed internet aunties didn’t like the company he kept and the girls closer to your age were either quietly jealous or outright haters.

No matter who they were, however, they didn’t know Eren like you did. So, you went out of your way to ignore the harsh spin they put on your relationship. At the 8 month mark, you had hoped the drama would die down. But today was proving you wrong in so many ways. Hopefully, it wasn’t a repeat of that time Eren’s homegirl Sasha tried to drag the two of you into her drama with her baby daddy, Connie- another friend of Eren’s.

You didn’t even want to think about that at the moment.

But maybe…the fans were onto something if Angela’s hesitation told you anything.

She sighed, her eyes filled with concern as she handed you her phone. It was opened to Twitter and you frowned seeing Eren’s handle, recognizing his latest album cover as his profile pic.

You clicked the link, confused as to why he would be releasing a song today. He didn’t mention it on the facetime call you had that morning. He seemed normal enough, albeit a bit distracted. Why wouldn’t he mention that he was dropping a single? In fact, you hadn’t heard from Eren since that call. He usually always sent you pictures of him watching the news coverage of public appearances he couldn’t attend or sweet messages to encourage you. You frowned, biting your lip.

The spotify app opened, the song immediately beginning to play. You lowered the volume, holding the phone to your ear. Angela shielded you with her body subtly, trying to give you some privacy.

The lyrics reached your ears, mortification settling into your veins.

Hardest thing I ever did was fall in love with a famous bitch

The song filtered through the speaker, his words feeling like a punch in the gut. He detailed his feelings toward you, verse after verse. He outlined all his insecurities, placing the majority of the blame on you and your career. He questioned your love for him, asking if the men you work with turn you on. He cast doubt on your fidelity and your professionalism bar after bar.

You took a shaky breath, your eyes stinging as the last lyrics rang in your ear.

Just because they filmin’ it, it don’t mean it ain’t wrong.

You handed Angela’s phone to her, closing your eyes as you bit back tears.

“You okay, sweetheart?” She asked, her voice soft. Motherly.

It made you flinch. You didn’t need her pity or concern but fuck all if Eren’s song didn’t strike a nerve. When that bum ass pap mentioned a diss track, you never thought it would be about you. Still, it was not the time to fall apart. Not on a day you dreamt about for years.

So, you sucked those tears up and looked at her firmly.

“I’m fine. That weak-ass shit is irrelevant. Today is about this film, this cast and crew and months of effort,” You said, your voice strong. “Let’s get the fuck back to work.”

You straightened your spine, heels clacking as you walked into the theater with your head high. You sat with your aunt, Angela and Armin as you tried to push Eren out of your mind. The day was about you. If Eren couldn’t respect that, if your job was too much for him, then…oh well. You took another breath, pushing the thought from your mind. He didn’t deserve your time or energy at the moment. Eren Jaeger was not going to steal this moment from you.

Still, as the lights went low and the screen came to life, you couldn’t help but send a quick tweet before putting your phone away for the rest of the night. The petty bitch in you deserved a moment to breathe, did she not?

After all, you weren’t the one to be fucked with. Eren would find out soon enough.

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prettygiri222 · 4 months

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okay but imagine eren seen a video of his baby momma at the club singin sexy redd’s “ FUCK MY BABYDADDY ” 😭😭 he just brings their son or daughter to reader’s mom and goes back to reader’s house and tears them TF upppp.

i can just hear him saying “ fuck yo baby who?? oh aight. ”

I had to add rapper!Eren to this cause it's something I always wanted to write😋

Eren x Black Fem Reader, PLOT + SMUT

rapper Eren Yeager's longtime girlfriend of six years broke up with him after having his first child, Duke Yeager. Eren shared a post on instagram confirming their breakup but stated that the both of them remain in Duke’s life as co-parents. the reason why was unreleased so fans speculated that Eren must’ve cheated because why else would you willingly break up with the famous rapper. his management released a statement saying it was due to conflicting schedules but it was seen as damage control so no one believed it.

during the six years of the relationship, his management managed to keep your face out of the media. but with the way Eren was constantly posting snippets of you, fans soon discovered who you were after matching physical features, traits and location that were found on his story with the ones present on your small instagram.

you two quickly became the it couple, how the girl from nowhere pulled a famous rapper gave fans hope because they saw them reflected in you. a woman who didn’t have to undergo multiple surgeries to pull the industry's finest. but after the breakup, that image fell.

his management did their best to keep things under wraps to keep the media from tormenting you but it didn’t work. when you posted a picture of yourself postpartum your dms filled with hateful comments wondering why Eren had gotten with you in the first place. you knew it was just jealous fangirls but it still got to you, especially since you weren’t all that confident in your new body and still recovering from your pregnancy. your accounts went silent shortly after.

although the breakup was mutual, the reason why was deeper than scheduling conflicts. you needed someone who was able to be there physically, emotionally and mentally. it was hard for Eren to provide that due to his career path, always travelling the world with a packed schedule. you guys did your best to make it work but after Duke came into the world you just couldn’t handle it anymore.

Eren was a decent baby daddy and you guys co-parented well. you had full custody of him but when Eren was in town and would have time off you would send Duke over to him. Duke loved his daddy, always wanting to watch his concerts and interviews on the TV when he wasn’t there or free to facetime. Eren always made sure to send double what was asked for in child support to make sure you took care of yourself as well as his son.

that’s why when you reposted your friend’s story of you in the club all hell broke loose. people took it as a diss to your baby daddy, which it was, but not in the way they thought.

earlier that week you had dropped Duke off at Eren’s mansion. he had just flown back in from his world tour and finally had a few weeks off. despite being exhausted he called you up and asked if you could bring Duke over, wanting to spend as much time with his son as possible during his break. he sent over an uber black to pick the two of you up.

when Eren met you two at the door, Duke jumped into his arms smiling and giggling. it’s been a while since he’s seen his daddy in person. the sight made you awe. Eren turned to you and asked if you wanted to stay over so he could spend time with the two most important people in his life but sadly you declined. you didn’t want to interrupt their father and son bonding time.

Duke was almost a clone of Eren, he had his sharp green eyes, german nose and face shape. the only hints of you in him were his full lips, darker skin and coils. Duke was your little bundle of joy but he could be a handful at times. during the few times those two got to spend together Eren spoiled him rotten, whatever he wanted he got and it showed. whenever you told him no he would throw a tantrum saying how he wanted his daddy. you knew you were a good mother but hearing him say that when you were the one who took care of him every day hurt.

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it was a friday night and Eren was at his crib chilling with Duke. he had his phone on do now disturb so his time with his family wouldn’t be interrupted. it was a shame you weren’t here to spend time with them. after having pizza, soda and ice cream for dinner the boys passed out on the couch after staying up past midnight watching movies.

his peace was soon interrupted by the constant buzz of his phone. it roused him from his sleep but Duke slept through it. after the third ring, he finally answered the phone. he was pissed that his manager was calling him knowing it was his time off but he figured it must be important for them to use emergency bypass to call.

“what’s going on?” his voice gruff from his slumber and irritation. he turned on his phone to see it flooded with notifications from instagram, snapchat, tiktok, twitter, messages, missed calls from his friends and one from his mom and his heart dropped to his stomach. he hadn't dropped anything new recently so he knew whatever was happening had to be bad.

“well… it’s about your baby mama… she uh…” his manager was at a loss for words. he didn't know the words to describe the situation to make it not seem as bad as the media was already making it out to be. he knew Eren would be pissed when he found out what happened and they didn't want to be on the end of it.

Eren was extremely protective of his family and friends. when he saw the hate you were receiving after you posted a picture of yourself postpartum he took to twitter immediately. he did not play when it came to you, together or not together. you were the mother of his child and you needed your respect. so he was wondering why you were playing in his face like this.

“well what is it?” he snapped, already losing his patience. “is she ok? is she hurt?” he shot upright from his resting position on the couch. he opened up the group chat between him, Armin, Connie, Onyankopon and Jean first. all that was sent was a blurry video followed by a bunch of skull and grave emojis.

he opened the video and immediately recognized the faces of a few of the girls in it as a few of your friends, Sasha, Mikasa and Historia at a club. Sasha, Connie’s model girlfriend was the one to record them singing along to a sexyy red song. he wondered what the video had to do with him until it panned to you. you stood out with your brightly dyed red hair styled in a what he recognized as a wash-and-go.

“fuck my baby daddy! fuck my baby daddy! fuck my baby daddy!” you were shouting the lyrics a little bit too passionately. you had your middle fingers stuck up to the camera showing off your glittery red acrylic nails. you were clearly wasted, drunk off of whatever drinks Sasha managed to shove down your throat.

“yes bitch!” your friends shouted as you turned around to shake your ass sticking out your tongue. you were wearing a ripped mesh dress. one of your friends reached out to pull down the back of your dress to prevent your ass from showing but the dress was already leaving very little to the imagination. the pregnancy did your body good, you were a bit on the skinny side before but now your hips had filled out, your ass and boobs swole and your skin finally cleared up. you were glowing.

“I’m a fine ass bitch, I ain’t in the in the house sad!” you were feeling yourself. it felt nice to get out of the house and away from Duke no matter how much you loved him. having to take care of a baby by yourself was tiring, no matter how much Eren supported you from afar you needed him there with you.

your friends were hyping you up and your mind grew hazy from both the alcohol and adrenaline. you were far too gone to realize what you said when you yelled “fuck Eren!” instead of the actual lyrics. the camera quickly panned to the floor before the video stopped.

Eren had to replay the video countless times to process what he had seen and heard. but he couldn’t believe it was you. never in the eight years he’s known you have you ever picked up the phone to send a dig at him through social media. no matter how tough the going got, it’s what he respected about you. you always wanted to talk problems through and try to make it work. Eren clenched his fist looking at you now.

Eren knows how baby mamas like you are seen and treated in the industry. he’s seen how they're constantly bashed and embarrassed by the fathers of their children and the media. Eren never wanted that for you, he wanted to give you a ring before he gave you a baby but accidents happen and here you both were. instead of calling him or stopping by to talk you wanted to show out for the fans and diss him. it was stupid of you, he knew you were better than this.

“so it’s “fuck Eren” is that right,” Eren laughed to himself throwing his head back on the couch. sure he couldn’t be there for you and Duke all the time like he wanted but at least he tried. he was a very busy man. but he did what he had to to make sure his mother, Duke and you could have a nice and cozy life. where Duke didn’t have to worry about if he was going to eat dinner that night. “bet.”

“sorry little man but I have to go get your mommy. you’re going to go to stay with your grandma tonight, ok?” he cooed to Duke, waking him up. Duke slowly woke up and was trying to rub the sleep out of his eye. Eren loved his son very much he was the reason he kept this stressful life up.

he enjoyed making music and performing but not during the days when he slept in the studio trying to find the perfect lyrics and beat or days where he hardly slept because he had to stay on his feet. it was a fast life and if he couldn’t keep up it would all come crashing down. and for you to make a dig at that knowing how he felt was fucked.

“Eren Yeager!” his manager shouted through the phone overhearing the whole thing. he needed Eren to keep a calm head and not do anything rash tonight. he didn’t need him sparking more outrage in the media or doing something that could potentially ruin the relationship you two had. “what are you going to do?”

“what else, I’m going to go fuck my baby mama,” before his manager could get another word out he hung up the phone.

“daddy said a bad word!”

“...don’t tell your mom and I’ll bring you to the studio with me.”

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you wobbled into your apartment with a sheepish grin. it felt like a huge weight was lifted off your shoulder tonight. it’s been a while since you went to the club and got so drunk that the world became a blur. you were slowly regaining memories of what happened that night and you couldn’t help but cringe knowing you would regret some of them in the morning. your phone died on your way home after you reposted Sasha’s story so you were oblivious to the buzz you had created.

when you went to unlock your door you found out that it was already open. you raised your brow but you brushed it off thinking you must’ve forgotten to lock it in your rush to leave the house. you knew the security for your building was tight, it was the main thing you were looking for when you were buying your apartment. it was a necessity since Duke was the son of a successful rapper.

when you and Eren had split you bought yourself a nice little two-bedroom apartment deep in the city. Eren offered to pay for it but you immediately declined, you didn’t want anything else of yours to get attached to him. during your relationship you saved up a lot of money since Eren had always offered to buy you whatever you wanted and spoiled you rotten just like he was doing with Duke. he fueled your shopping addiction only wanting his girlfriend to have the best of the best.

you had a little side hustle as an occasional hairstylist and nail artist for your friends and family with the occasional new client. Eren told you time and time again you didn’t need to work and that he would take care of everything. but you liked having your own source of income it made you feel independent plus you enjoyed your job.

being able to close on your dream apartment was a dream come true and it left you feeling satisfied. you loved how everything was within walking distance, there was a daycare down the street along with an elementary school for when Duke got older. there was a grocery store right around the corner with a few outlets and public transit ran just outside the building, it was perfect for a single mother like you.

“thought we were doing good with this co-parenting shit mama?” the second you opened the door you were greeted by a voice you knew better than your own. goosebumps covered your arms, ‘why is he here’ you thought.

“Eren?” you called out into the dark apartment. you felt the wall closest to the door for the switch and turned the light on. and there he was, Eren, your famous baby daddy. he turned his head to look at you from where he was seated on the couch. his eyes were extremely low, watching your every move. “are you ok? where's Duke?”

“with your mom,” Eren was having such a pleasant high, he felt so relaxed and calm in the dark room. he didn’t have the TV on and was just staring at the black screen. but the second the room lit up and you walked through the door with that tiny see-through dress on it dispersed. he narrowed his eyes down at you and you could tell you had just blown his high. his anger simmering underneath his calm demeanour.

“how’d you even get in?” you never gave Eren the key to your apartment. having already been split and you always dropped Duke off at his place there was no reason for him to have one.

“front desk gave me a key after I flashed a couple of stacks,” he replied nonchalantly, like it wasn’t a crime on both parts. you rolled your eyes, this was how Eren fixed all his problems, with money. you get that when he was growing up it was something he didn’t have but now that he had it was like all he knew how to do was throw it at people to make his problems disappear.

“well if Duke isn’t here then there’s no reason for you to be,” you don’t know what you did to warrant this visit but you didn’t want to be in his presence any longer. you liked to keep your contact with Eren as minimal as possible. plus you didn’t have the energy to deal with him tonight, you were tired. hoping he would get the hint it was time to leave you walked away and headed towards your bedroom, “please see yourself out. we can talk another day.”

“nah, 'cause it’s “fuck Eren” right?” he got up from the couch and followed you down the hall and into your room. the wooden floor creaking under his weight. you didn’t have to turn around to know he was towering over you, you could feel him breathing down your neck. you tried to move away from him but he gripped your waist with a firm grip underneath and pulled you against him. “you must’ve gone crazy going so long with my dick huh? that must be it, acting like you lost your damn mind.”

“Eren!” you pulled away to look back at him in shock. “what are you even talking about?”

“don’t play dumb with me mama, your ass is all over the shade room talking about “fuck my baby daddy” ” he took his phone out of his pocket to show you their newest post. it was a screenshot of a video but it was clearly you, it was the same outfit and hairstyle you had on right now. you swiped the image on his phone in disbelief and the video played, “fuck Eren! fuck my baby daddy! fuck my baby daddy!”

“oh my gosh! Eren, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean it like that, I was drunk and got carried away,” you looked up at him from the phone. you could tell he was pissed, his eyes darkened after hearing what you said in the video for the hundredth time. you were horrified, you didn’t mean to air out your personal problems and make Eren seem like a bad father. you knew how the public blew things out of proportion.

“they say drunk words are sober thoughts,” Eren stated, shrugging his shoulders. “I know Duke be stressing you out ma, let me fix it,” he stared down at you with a little smirk. he licked his lips, obviously checking you out. it's been a while since he's seen your body exposed, you always show up to drop Duke off in oversized sweaters and shirts. just looking at you like this made his dick hard, “plus you owe me an apology.”

that’s how you found yourself face down ass up in your bedroom with the man you’d never thought would step foot in your new apartment. Eren was behind you standing at the edge of the bed, his black and grey nike tech sweater was thrown somewhere in your room leaving him in a white wife beater and his golden cuban link chain. his grey sweats were down so that just his dick was out.

“mm fuck Eren! please,” you cried out. no matter how deeply you arched or angled your hips you couldn’t get him to reach where you needed him the most. he knew that but he loved watching you struggle and the way your brown cheeks jiggled after coming into contact with his pelvis. you were a sight to see, one that he deeply missed.

“you can do better than that mama,” he raised his pierced brow watching you. Eren stood completely still behind you, you had your face buried in the sheets as you attempted to throw it back on him. you were still dressed in your mesh dress but he ripped your thong off. “I saw you in that video. you were shaking that shit so c’mon, fuck me back ma.”

your makeup was staining your sheets but you could care less right now. the feeling of Eren stretching out your practically virginal walls was dumbfounding. he didn’t bother to stretch you out believing that your body was already moulded to his shape. but it’s been about two years since you last had sex. your tight walls were struggling to accommodate his humongous size.

“ ’m trying,” the lack of stimulation on your sweet spots had you in tears. the stretch was pleasurable but it wasn’t enough, paired with the shallow thrusts. you so desperately craved more so you reached in between your legs to play with your clit. Eren groaned at the sight of you touching yourself, not to mention you began to clench around him.

“damn ma, now that’s what I’m talking about,” Eren gave your ass a harsh slap. you let out a little whine as you lost your rhythm because of it. but you soon found it again. your wetness was soaking his dick and you were basically twerking on his dick. Eren loved every second of it.

he took one of your ass cheeks and pulled it to the side with his tattooed hand, he watched himself go in and out of your brown folds. feeling the unsteady approach of his orgasm watching as you struggled to fuck yourself on him he decided to finally grant you mercy. he languidly began to thrust into you. “go ahead and nut on this dick mama.”

“o-okay” you stuttered out. you struggled to concentrate on stimulating your sensitive clit while bouncing back to meet Eren’s lazy thrusts. your fingers were covered in your own wetness while you rubbed little circles on your bud. each loop paired with the tip of his dick pressing against that spongy spot inside you brought you ever closer to your climax. “ ‘m so close!”

“let it out for me baby,” the pace became erratic, you guys’ release at its peak. sometimes his dick collided straight into your soft spot and sometimes it completely missed. but the feeling of him pummeling in and out of you had you convulsing around his dick. “keep squeezing around me like that and I'll put another baby in you, fuck.”

you let out broken whines as you struggled to continuously stimulate your bud. you were soaking wet that your fingers slipped around. “‘ren! ren!” you chanted, reaching out toward him with your slick-covered hand. Eren grabbed it and put it in his mouth. groaning deeply as he licked and sucked on your coated digits.

“don’t worry mama, I got you. let it out for me,” Eren leaned over your arched form and whispered in your ear. his husky sending shivers down your spine as he talked you through it. you listened to him feeling the wave of pleasure overwhelm you, the sensation in your stomach bursting.

“f-fuck, fuck!”

“shit,” when he felt himself about to burst he pulled out of your pussy's compelling grasp. he watched the lewd scene in front of him and used it to jerk off. he groaned out stroking his soaking dick. your pussy hole remained gaping after he pulled out and your liquids were spilling on your sheets. after a few strokes, he released all over your back onto your mesh dress staining it.

you plopped down onto your empty bed exhausted. the room filled with the sound of laboured breathing as you guys tried to catch your breath. the sound of Eren shuffling around could be heard soon after. your heart ached at the thought of him leaving you so soon but you closed your eyes, ‘it’s for the better’ you thought. you wanted a few moments of rest before you went to wash up.

but Eren wasn’t finished yet, he was shedding the remaining articles of his clothing leaving him naked. your eyes opened feeling the bed dip under the extra weight. before you could protest, Eren had already climbed on top of you, grabbing your legs and having them pushed over your head, “we’re not finished yet.”

this time Eren took the lead, he had ripped off your dress leaving you completely naked and exposed to his eyes. he had you folded over like a pretzel leaving you open for him. your legs were bent so far over your head you could see the top of your pussy and watch as Eren thrusted in and out of your overstimulated hole from above. the pleasure made you want to slither away but Eren’s strong hold kept you still.

“E-eren!” you were losing your mind from the stimulation. “too much! it’s too much!” you cried out. you reached out to push against his rock-hard abdomen. you didn’t want him to stop, not when you were so close to your second orgasm of the night but it was too much. he was being so rough with you. you didn’t think you had it in you after motherhood to be manhandled like this.

“nah, you can take it. you’re a big girl now, dissing me at the club with your friends. be glad I’m even fucking you since I’m such a “bad baby daddy.” Eren mocked you from above. he didn’t even flinch as you tried to push him away. he smiled down at you watching how easily you got fucked out. moans were no longer coming out your mouth, more like strangled sobs and whines that were being forced out after each deep thrust of his. the head of his dick battering your insides and abusing your soft spot left you tremoring underneath him.

“imsorryimsorry,” you babbled out. your mascara and eyeliner were running down your cheeks and your lipstick was smothered but you couldn’t look any prettier to Eren. he enjoyed watching as your tits bounce around. he brought his forest green eyes back up to you watching as you bit your quivering lip.

“how’d that song go again?” Eren sarcastically asked. with the number of times he replayed that video he had the lyrics, beat and rhythm all memorized. “something like this right?” pap! pap! pap! Eren changed the rhythm of his thrusts, the sound of his balls clapping against your ass and the squelching sounds of your pussy mimicked the bow bow bow of the song. he angled each thrust to deliver a particularly harsh hit to your g-spot.

without warning an intense feeling of pleasure erupted in your stomach. “imcuming!” you cried out. you could feel a liquid flow out from your pussy, completely drenching Eren’s dick. he quickly pulled out to watch you squirt, a sight he immensely missed. the translucent liquid gushed out of your hole soaking the sheets as well.

“you said fuck your baby who?” Eren smiled down at your fucked out face. you couldn’t even answer him with the overwhelming pleasure rendering all of your senses useless. your head was thrown back and your face furrowed, coming down from the high of your intense orgasm. “oh aight.”

I think I got a bit carried away🤭

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BEAUTY & A BEAST.

(nsfw, rapper connie)

BEING FRIEND WITH INFAMOUS Connie Springer. had it’s up and downs, specially with you being his manager. A lot of speculation about you and him having a relationship was bound to ignite.

After being caught with his crooked pointer finger resting beneath your chin, lifting it up as he stares intensely into your eyes while he held a umbrella in his next hand.

Of course shaderoom was the first to post it then TMZ nosey ass, and the rest of the world. Connie didn’t give a fuck about the accusations, but you did. Knowing how many businesses lines you had and how this rumor might take a toll on it.

Connie sat on the chair, writing lyrics for his new album which would be released in about 4 weeks or 3.

Bumping his head as he found the right words to rhyme with, and the incredible word play that had him hyped the most.

you entered the studio closing the door behind you, Connie turned and his eyes instantly roaming the tight turtle neck dress you wore that ended barely at your thighs.

wearing those big frame glasses Connie adored, and your long butterfly locks framing your face perfectly. you held a clipboard to your stomach resting it on the couch.

you walked up to connie, “Whatchu workin on?” Connie comely eyes glued to the lipgloss combo you had. the outer painted black while the inner was shined up with lipgloss.

“The angel song..” he replied his eyes still wandering around your body as you walked around him to look at the notebook yourself. Connie now hovering above you, your body inches away from his. “Ouu, i like this word play.” you smiled pointing at the same word play that had him hyped.

Connie smiled. wrapping his arm around your waist to pull you in closer, instantly taking a whiff of the perfume he had bought you for your birthday. “Connie..are you sniffing me?” you questioned, he lifts his head up from your neck.

“yeah, you smell nice.” he complemented, you casted a smile before looking back down at the notebook. “thank you,” you whispered.

Connie grabbed the chair and pulled it over, sitting down grabbing you down with him. landing on his lap, you continued to view his lyrics, your eyebrows furrowed up. “Is this a love song?” you questioned fixing yourself on his lap so you sat sideways, Connie inhaled deeply hoping you didn’t feel the boner.

“Yea.” he answered, low eyes glued to yours. you moved from side to side thinking he was zoomed out but his eyes followed every movement. “Stop staring at me.” you blushed covering your face with his notebook.

A small grin found its way on connie’s face, “You look fucking beautiful and you expect me to stop staring?” he asked leaning up to you, his mouth near your ear as he continued to talk soft with you. “This dress bout short as fuck, did anyone make you feel uncomfortable on your way here? just tell me and i’ll handle it, baby.” he whispered planting a kiss on your cheek after, you were getting wet and connie knew since he felt the heartbeats.

“n-no..” you whispered, watching his large veiny hands that were designed with rings and a small panda tattoo on the side of his pointer finger slowly waltzing up your thigh. “Con-connie..” Connie wrapped his free hand around your neck pulling your head back locking his lips with yours as the hand beneath your dress started pulling aside your drenched panties, legs spreading for more access.

Connie tongue slipped past your lips and roaming around your mouth, as you struggled to keep up with him since he had a finger already pumping inside you. he inserts a next one. both individuals curved instantly hitting that spot. causing a loud pornographic noise that made Connie pull away with a smirk, “right here?” he asked going more faster as you struggled with the word leaving your mouth.

“agh, c-con, i-i’m gonna, ahh” your legs shakes with a fountain of your juices squirting out landing on connie’s fingers as the rest went onto the floor.

you breathed heavily, while still feeling Connie kissing your neck. you groaned, he slides his fingers out and brought them to your lips, “open.” he said in a demanding tone, your shaky lips parted giving Connie the access to roughly shove his two fingers into your mouth. “Taste how good you are, baby.” he says watching as you licked his finger clean.

he slips his fingers out along with some spit dripping out, he quickly throws you over his shoulder which caught you off guard.

he rest you softly on the couch, sliding your dress up as he unbuckled his pants, zipping it down exposing the heavy bulge in his calvin klein.

“open up for me..” he says, you parted your lips and allowed Connie to dip his fingers inside. applying the saliva onto his cock before sliding hisself in.

Both you and Connie moaned from the feeling of the warmth and gummy walls that enclosed around his dick while you felt completely full by his dick being inside you.

he gave you a minute to adjust to his size before going completely mad.

having you screaming his name out in the studio, you were so happy it was just you and him today.

His hand slide to the underside of your thighs bringing them to his shoulders and leaving them there.

he continued to roughly pound into you, his eyes caught the print of his tip hitting your stomach.

he chuckled which caught your attention, “look baby.” he says, your head picked up to see what he was talking about.

you gasped seeing the outline of his dick, protruding against your stomach. “Damn,” he says through a throaty chuckle, “fuck, wanna touch it?” he questioned you nod your head making connie grasp your wrist, taking it to the bulge.

both hands pressing down on the bulge which caused you to moan, connie’s eyes widened from how your walls tightly wrapped around his cock. “s-shit baby.” he says.

he picked back up his past and began working his way to his climax, sweat beans showing on his forehead, his strokes getting more sloppier each time he went back in. your hands wrapped around his neck, reaching your high cumming all over his dick as he went harder. coating your insides with his semen.

“fu-fuck..” he mumbled, by your ear. now resting on top of you, both out of breath. connie having the energy to lift his head up using his arms as support to hold his body.

“now all i need is a beat,” you glared at him, “get your corny ass off me.” he chuckled before landing a kiss on your cheek.

“i love you,” “i love you too.”

#x black reader #jujutsu kaisen #long hair #rapper #aot connie #connie x black y/n #anime x black!reader #attack on titan eren #eren x reader #bnha x reader #jean kirstein #connie springer #studio #famous #Spotify #iqzo<3

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nanaminsmoon · 9 months

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𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫!𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐱 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

a/n: this has just been sat in the vaults for a month and i'm just in eren brainrot mode rn so here she is😁 also, i just imagined rapper!eren being like central cee. so just imagine him wearing a nike tech in every interaction lol.

cw: fingering, pnv, infidelity, mentions of breeding, finger sucking, eren calls reader; 'ma', 'my girl', 'baby', and i don't cosign homewrecking be respectful y'all😭

cw: 4590...

rapper!eren who tells you it was never meant to go this far, because it truly wasn't. it all started because you had similar music taste, so you understood the influence of his favourite artists (which happened to be your favourite artists) on his music.

you first met rapper! eren when you bumped into one another at the record store. he was a popular up and coming artist, so you somewhat recognised him but you couldn't pinpoint where from. you had been in the same section of the shop and he liked your outfit, thought you had great taste and, when you turned around, he saw that you were bad. so he sparked up a conversation with you. he was used to people pretending they didn’t know who he was just to get into his inner circle but, upon further conversation, he could tell that you really barely had any idea who he was. and, initially, that was a punch to his ego (because damn his music isn’t reaching baddies like that??), but he just decided it was for the best.

rapper!eren who called you after you gave him your number, which you found quite interesting because you barely knew each other and he was calling you before even texting you?? but you answered, and conversations about anything and everything meant that when you looked up from the doodle you had been focused on while talking to him, the small clock hand had moved forwards three numbers. saying you were ‘surprised’ by his depth makes it seem as though you expected him to be an idiot, but you were just taken aback by the way that every other word he said to you was an echo of the thoughts you had never gotten the chance to shout out into the world.

rapper!eren whose words had your cheeks heating up as they begun to ache from smiling at his flirtatious tone. honeyed syllables flowed into your ears, only just to run back out, slowly caressing your skin on its way down to the space between your legs. though not necessarily obscene, rapper!eren‘s words dirtied the scenes running in your mind, painting a packed gallery of lude images you wanted him to paint all over your body.

“did you just giggle?”, he chuckled over the phone, and you shook your head furiously as if he could see you.

“what? no!”, you sat up on your bed, the defence on your features evident to both you and the walls surrounding you. he wasn’t wrong, you did giggle. but you wouldn’t let him hear that admission. it felt slightly ridiculous, because you had only known him for a few weeks, but whenever you saw the name ’eren<;3’ appear on your phone, the muscle between your ribs would begin a high intensity workout. the effects manifesting themselves in the endorphins flying through your body, and the way he just made you feel…giddy.

calls started off as being once every few days. then it was once a day. then his name was painting your phone screen twice a day. then it became a few times a day; he would call you when he woke up, and you would try your best to not lose it over his morning voice, especially when he said shit like:

”i wish i could see you right now, i feel like you look cute in the morning. nah? i don’t believe that”.

you would call him on your commute, then you’d eat dinner together over facetime. then, once the sun set, every step in your night-time routine would be interrupted by rapper!eren’s inquisitons about literally everything: ”what’s that for?”, ”what does that do?”, ”your skin is perfect you don’t need all that.” and, soon, the texts began sprinkling themselves in between those calls; ’good morning’ texts, ’how’s your day goin?’ texts, ’show me your fit’ texts, ’facetime?’ texts, and ’you got time to call?’ texts.

then two, or so, months passed and you came to find out why the beginning of your relationship was mainly just calls: so it couldn’t be traced back to him. though he had your contact saved, he could always just delete your call logs, and you would have no way of proving that you actually spoke. this revelation struck you shortly after a tiktok came up on your foryoupage showing someone talking about rapper!eren and his rumoured girlfriend. said ‘rumoured’ girlfriend who really just looked like his actual girlfriend with the way his arm was slung around her shoulder, her hand reaching up to hold his, as he nuzzled his nose against her cheek. as soon as rapper!eren noticed the cameras, he peeled himself off of her and put his hands in his joggers. and, as pissed as you were, you could admit that the girl was cute; standing shorter than him, with short brown hair.

rapper!eren whose eyebrows met to screw in frustration at his calls and texts going unanswered. a part of him grew unreasonably pissed off when he kept calling you and kept getting sent to voicemail. at first, he assumed you were just busy so he just postponed his call because he knew what time you usually ate dinner, meaning he knew when you usually called him. but to make sure you weren’t still busy, he texted you and again, it was just ‘read’.

“what the fuck?”, he whispered at his phone screen as he sat in the back of the black suv. no matter what he tried, rapper!eren got no response and he didn’t know why that cut him so deep. he was inured to female attention so your replacement was nothing more than a dm away. but…he didn’t want to replace you. talking to you had become so pivotal to his day-to-day routine and he didn’t like that being taken away from him without him having a say. but after three days of dodging his calls, you finally texted him.

…: you have a gf?

rapper!eren: thats what this shit was about y/n?

…: this shit?? nigga you have a girlfriend tf you mean this shit??

rapper!eren: its more complicated than that

…: is it???

…: she’s either your gf or she isn’t how’s that complicated?

rapper!eren: dw abt it

rapper!eren: come to my studio tonite. got smth i wanna run by you

…: huh??

read.

rapper!eren who finally responded a few hours after that conversation. but, instead of the explanation you were looking for, you got sent an address and a message telling you that someone was on their way to come pick you up. you quickly texted rapper!eren your address, then you had just half an hour to get ready. had this been a week ago, you would’ve done a bit more; matching underwear and all. but instead, you just decided to keep it cute but simple—both your outfit, and your makeup.

you got a text telling you to make your way outside and when you did, you were met with a black suv with tinted windows. as weird as it looked, the driver asking for your name reassured you and you got in. the drive to the address was silent. it was just you and the driver in there, and he didn’t even spare you a glance once you got in the car, so you were just left with your thoughts. and they made it a very gruelling 30 minute journey. once you arrived at the building, the driver took you to the door, where you were met with rapper!eren‘s manager. that’s when you found out that the building was where rapper!eren‘s studio was.

rapper!eren who sat alone behind a translucent door, looking down at his phone until his manager opened the door. you hadn’t seen him in person since the first time you met and, knowing what you now knew, your heart was at the pit of your stomach. so your first few moments there were spent stood, abashedly, at the door. an unreadable smirk braced his face at your appearance, before he made his way to hug you. being polite, you hugged him back. and those nasty wasps in your stomach were mixing with butterflies. you hated it to say it, but you were attracted to rapper!eren and the strong smell of his aftershave was enough to drive the butterflies in your stomach to migrate to the space between your legs. but, at some point, their wings would be clipped by the fact that the man had a girlfriend.

rapper!eren who noticed you looking a little skittish, and moved to stroke your arm to calm you down but you just looked at him blankly so he moved away. the weird feeling in your stomach had yet to go away, and it only grew once you looked around and saw that the only lights on were red LED lights, and a few candles placed on random tables.

“you drink?”, rapper! eren picked up a bottle of expensive looking red wine and two big wine glasses.

“not with men who have girlfriends, no.”, you quipped, taking your hoodie off, and putting it on the sofa.

rapper! eren who really did call you there to ask you about something because he had made a new song, and he wanted to see how you liked it. no one else knew what his vision was but, having similar music taste, he knew you would. but the second your hoodie came off, his intentions wavered. at that very moment, he could feel the very thing he had been trying to bury for the past few days, making his dick twitch in his joggers. making it infinitely harder to ignore—if he even wanted to do that anymore.

rapper! eren whose eyes glimmered at the sight of you thoroughly enjoying his song, even giving him real feedback that he knew would make the song better. you were sat by his laptop and the way your knees would touch whenever you moved to the beat did not go neglected. despite your prior apprehensions, he had poured you both some red wine, and you were slowly making your way through your glasses. mid-conversation, he caught you staring at his chains. especially the pendant with his name on it; bussed down and twinkling even under the minimal lighting.

“you like ‘em?”, he looked down at his chest, smirking, and you nodded at him.

“are they heavy?”, you giggled. that chain was thick but the pendant on it looked like it had some weight on it too.

rapper! eren‘s answer wasn’t verbal, instead he just reached behind his neck and took it off, holding it toward you,

“try it on”, he said, quietly and you shook your head. the man had a girlfriend why was he drinking with you, and asking you to put his chain on??

“nah, bro, that’s too far. you’ve got a gir—”, you began, and rapper! eren rolled his eyes as he got up from his chair,

“first off, she’s not here. second, don’t call me ‘bro’. that’s what my boys call me.”, he stood, looking down at you, obviously waiting for you to stand up. your guilt only grew, to subside again, as you got up. and then he stepped closer. you were sat pretty close before, but now the tips of your shoes were meeting. then he leaned forward and reached behind you to put his chain on you. once it hung around your neck, you got the answer to your question; it was heavy.

lost in observation, you hadn’t even realised the way rapper! eren‘s hands hadn’t left your body, they had just changed locations. they moved from the back of your neck, to your cheeks where he held you to face him. fuck. this man was fine. yes, you felt bad but she was purring. you didn’t know his girl so what loyalties did you have to her? and plus, who are you to judge other people’s relationships? maybe she’s okay with him cheating…

you knew damn well you were just being selfish, but that didn’t stop you from moaning into rapper! eren‘s mouth once his lips collided with yours. the way the baby, blue shimmer of the diamonds bounced off the gloss on your lips made them impossible to ignore. they were just asking for rapper! eren to mess them up, and replace the sheen with the one provided by his saliva. this wasn’t the first time he had cheated on his girlfriend; he was surrounded by beautiful women who wanted him every single day, and he had the self control of a dog who hadn’t been fed in weeks. but this time felt like more than just kissing, rapper! eren didn’t want anyone else to have you. and he hadn’t realised that until he saw you with his name shining around your neck.

the slow, fervent kiss grew haste when rapper! eren‘s hands started moving to grip anything he could through your dress. soon, you were straddling him on the black leather sofa, slowly grinding on him as he pushed you down onto the tent forming in his grey nike tech. naturally, your dress began to hike up your body, and rapper! eren aided its trek by pulling it up so the end of the dress was lightly pecking the top of your black lace thong. it was at this point that rapper! eren knew that there was no going back for him; if he didn’t fuck you now, he would be dreaming about it until he did.

his lips did not leave you once—moving from your own to your cheeks, jaw, neck, chest. his hand laid on your clothed tit, the other being pulled out from under your dress, and quickly covered by his swollen pink lips. the way his tongue swirled around your nipple had you throwing your head back, your hips not stopping once. veins that once transported blood became the primary vehicle for the pleasure he was providing you, you hadn’t even noticed his hand moving to the space between your legs. slipping your thong aside, he began rubbing circles on your clit.

“’ren, p-please”, you whined, breathlessly. thoughts weren’t connecting properly anymore, so you didn’t even know what you were pleading for. you just felt the need to say something.

“w-wait, please”, you breathed out, and he hummed against whatever skin he was kissing at that point, you really didn’t know anymore. your entire body was on fire, so it all just felt like one big sensation.

“i am waiting, ma”, rapper! eren cooed, “there’s a lot more i wanna be doing right now.”, he nipped your other breast that he had alternated to at some point, and you knew he would leave a mark. and that’s exactly what he wanted.

a few minutes passed before rapper! eren inserted his middle and ring finger inside you. shivers ran a marathon all over your body as his bussed down star ring grazed your thigh, while he pumped his tattooed digits in and out of you. all the while, rapper! eren‘s eyes never left your face; the glistering jades illuminated every feature on you—your moistened pert nipples, your bleary gaze, and your parted lips. your drool mixing with his saliva still on them.

it didn’t take long for you to cum all over his fingers, trembling and cantillating his name into the space around the both of you. no part of your body could handle that wave once it washed over you, the tide pulling your forehead onto his chest, that was heaving almost as deeply as yours was. you hadn’t done much, but rapper! eren was so turned on by the fact that he was making you feel good. but even knowing that, his fingers didn’t relent.

once you were able to lift your heavy eyelids, and open your eyes, you saw a space grey patch on rapper! eren ‘s light grey tech, and that aroused a small panic in your stomach.

“’ren, s-stop”, you began, and as soon as that word left your mouth, his fingers stilled. a billion thoughts raced through his mind; maybe you’d changed your mind, maybe it didn’t feel good anymore. but when he found out that it was just because you didn’t want to get his tech wet, he chortled at how cute you were, and stroked your teary cheek with the hand that wasn’t pumping in and out of you again.

“you think i care if people know how wet my girl gets when she’s with me?”, he spoke onto the skin on your neck. fuck. you hated how good it felt to be called that, but you couldn’t stop the way you clenched around his fingers at that nickname. the same nickname that belonged to another woman.

“you like that? me calling you ‘my girl’?”, rapper! eren teased, lifting your chin when you tried to evade eye contact, “you want me to fuck you with my chain ‘round your neck? make you mine for real?”, his hand was wrapped around the top of your neck to hold your chin in place, and you just nodded furiously. fighting your need for him was futile, so you would give in now and regret this later.

confirmation received, rapper! eren picked you up and placed you on the sofa on your back, lips still glued on your neck. it wasn’t until he paused momentarily to take off his hoodie and shirt that you realised where things were going and panic returned. you placed your manicured fingers flat on his chest, providing a bit of resistance as your head shook slightly. but you didn’t say anything, simply hoping the look in your eyes would communicate everything your mouth couldn’t.

“your girlfriend”, you spoke, voice barely above a whisper. and rapper! eren moved closer to your face, meeting your lips. then he spoke against them,

“tell me you don’t want this, and i’ll stop”, he told you sincerely and you stammered, words failing you once again. or, really, you failing yourself because there were no words you could string together to hide the way you wanted needed this man to fuck you until you started crying. you’d heard the stories, you’d heard the song lyrics, and there was no smoke without fire. so you wrapped yourself up in a fire blanket and walked straight into the blazing heat. you shook your head at him, and reached for the bulge poking you in your stomach. and he smiled down at you before kissing you again and pulling back to get condoms from a drawer next to the sofa.

rapper!eren whose mind could barely grasp the concept of anything that wasn’t how tight you would feel around him. at this point in time, he didn’t know where he was anymore, nor did he care. the faint sounds of people talking in the hallways outside his studio were hushed static compared to the soft whines escaping your lips. you were desperate; this man had thrown a lasso around you, pulled you into his orbit, and then was just tangling you in front of himself. almost as if he was teasing himself—placing you in front of his face, legs wide open, yet not doing anything to close the faucet responsible for his leaking, throbbing, pink tip. but only rapper!eren knew that the reason for his eyes sprinting across your body, unbothered by the finish line, was because he didn’t know where to start with you. he had stripped you of your dress; he didn’t plan on doing so originally, but he needed to see your tits bounce as he fucked you so it had to come off. but now that you were whining underneath him—spit sliding down the corners of your mouth, making its way down onto the sides of your neck as you sucked on his tatted fingers, eyes locked with his own, he didn’t know what to do with you. your eyes had rendered him paralysed; yes, he may have been on top of you, but you were in control. He was on his knees for you, literally! he was on his knees on the sofa, with his legs caging one of your own.

rapper!eren who, as mesmerised as he was, remembered that he couldn’t just gawk at you forever so he positioned himself at your entrance. looking at you before he put it in, he saw a smirk painted on your face,

“nervous?”, you teased, and he scoffed at you. all it took was for his tip to softly poke your entrance, for you to cry out his name. if he was in his right mind, he might’ve given you shit for how quickly you were eating your own words. but all he could think about was how he hadn’t even done anything and you were already falling apart underneath him.

“fuck.”, he breathed out as he looked at his dick, still visible between your legs.

rapper!eren was a very sought after man, women wanting him did not surprise him. but you moaned his name like you needed him. like you were flirting with the brink of insanity every single second his dick wasn’t deep in your guts. and, rapper!eren may have been a very unloyal man, but he was very possessive. and there was nothing he hated more than people fucking with what’s his. so he would rip you from the hands of insanity, and fuck you until the afterglow was so prominent that everyone would know to go nowhere near you.

“just wait for me, baby, yeah? I’m right here”.

rapper!eren who lets out a deep sigh as soon as he starts pushing himself inside you, his eyeballs exploring the back of their sockets when he felt how tight you were. he had been intent on watching you take him in, inch by inch (all 8 of them), as he sheathed himself into you. but how wet you were was making him delirious. it felt like you were tightening around him with every half an inch that you took of him. probably because you were. everything was hitting you all at once, and your body was just reacting without even consolting you. it was how sexy he was, the sound of his heavy breathing, low moans hitting your ear. bitch it felt like you were doing the damn tiktok kegel exercises.

from what you had barely seen earlier through your drenched eyelashes, you knew that there would be a lot of rapper!eren to take in. but it seemed like the man was just never ending. when you thought he was fully inside you, he would push some more and you would feel yourself stretch around him. it wasn’t necessarily uncomfortable, just a lot to get used to. so your arms were reaching across his back, scratching slightly as he bottomed out inside of you.

deep sighs and whiny protests soon became blissful incantations of pleasure leaving your lips to hit rapper!eren‘s bare shoulder. his tatted fingers were digging into the fat surrounding your hips, waist, anything he could reach. not too long after you two began fucking, his manager had opened the door to ask if he was ready to go. but, when he opened the door to the soundproof studio and saw you two fucking on the sofa, he figured rapper!eren had some loose ends to tie up before he left to go to his hotel. neither of you had noticed because you were too busy focusing on the sweet words leaving this man’s mouth, as well as his chains hitting your skin. no soul would’ve guessed that this man’s pen game was crazy with the fucked out nonsense he was spewing on whatever skin he was kissing at the time.

”imma fuck you so good nobody’s gonna be good enough f’r you. hm? you want that? fuck, if I wasn’t so stupid(?) i’d fuck a baby in you. i promise you. this pussy’s so fucking tight, i don’t even care anymore. i got money, i could take care of a kid. you wan’ it? you wan’ me to just get you pregnant? let everyone call you my baby mama? you’re a slut you know that, yeah? just wan’ my nut leaking outta you? fuck, y/n, you’re gonna get me in trouble.”

rapper!eren whose fingers teased your clit, slow and gentle as if he wasn’t pounding into you with reckless abandon on some small sofa in his studio. but the few seconds that those two fingers sped up on your little bud of nerves were enough to have you drenching his lower abdomen, and fingers. too lost in the moment, he had forgotten to taste you earlier, so he put his fingers in his mouth and he rolled his tongue around them. the taste of you in his mouth dropped his eyelids, his hips moving faster and faster as your arousal coated his tastebuds.

rapper!eren who couldn’t remember the last time he was that turned on by anyone. his hips were moving on their own, rushing to get that release. he wanted to hold it, because he wanted to give you round after round after round and he wanted you to cum, at least, one more time before he did so himself. if it were up to him, he would pick you up and take you into the booth and fuck you in there so he could get some adlibs for his next song. but he just couldn’t do it.

“i’ll—fuck—i’ll make it up to you. i swe—shit”, he quickly pulled out of you, and scrambled to take his condom off. his hand managed one stroke on his dick before his nut spurted all over your chest, specks finding themselves on your chin. before the last droplets of his release dripped onto your stomach.

once he finished, rapper!eren pulled back and, as his eyes regained focus, he was just mesmerised by you. eyes barely opening, bodily fluids all over you, but his chain remained proud at the centre of your chest. he had to take his phone out and take a few pictures of you just like that. spurts of his cum acted as an adhesive, sticking his name onto your heart. yeah, he wasn’t letting you go now. he didn’t know how to feel about the cum splattered on his chain, but he just settled on getting a new one and just letting you keep that one. how he would explain that to his girlfriend, he had no fucking clue but he would figure something out…

after he took you to a hotel suite and made up for nutting quicker than he had hoped…by fucking you senseless:))

#nanaminsmooninc #aot x black reader #aot x black y/n #eren x black reader #eren x black fem!reader #eren smut #rapper!eren #aot eren

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chrollohearttags · 10 months

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real eaters to the front 🫡

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mimiinextdoor · 11 months

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rapper!eren and influencer!reader give me lil durk and india royal vibes 🤭.

#JUST IMAGINE !!!#+**𝐌𝐈𝐌𝐈 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐒 #rapper!eren #eren jeager x y/n #eren x black reader

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666soulz · 5 months

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rapper!connie first run in with fashionvlogger!reader was…interesting. you answered a question from a fan on twitter who asked if you could style one rapper who would it be? you replied saying, ‘connie springer, his music don’t match his style. he dressing like a regular hood nigga when he should be dressing like a bad bitch with a dark lair. pisses me off.’

eren snorted when he seen the tweet and sent it to connie. at first he was a little offended and was about to clean you right on up, but when he saw the comments agreeing??? he had to find out why your opinion mattered so much. so the the first thing he did was tap that instagram link. 550k followers. hmm. he seen that plenty of his celebrity mutuals followed you.

hollowsoul

followed by thegirljt, gunna, liluzivert and others.

when he tapped on your pinned photo he almost drooled at your beauty, your body, and the outfit you were wearing. you indeed had that shit on to the T. connie caught himself scrolling through your feed as his anemic ass shook ice into his mouth. you sure did have a love for all black outfits.

he taps on that message button and types in two words. ‘style me’

your phone lights up as you stir around the meat in the pan. you put your glass of wine down to pick up your phone.

instagram

new message

you tap on the notification and it takes you to the dm. you didn’t really have a shocked reaction, but you were surprised that he even bothered to to dm you. connie was semi private. he has moments where he’s very active on social media then he becomes a ghost.

‘sure long as your okay with me vlogging’

connie puts his cup of ice down beside his feet warning his dog, Choppo, to not touch before replying to you.

‘i don’t mind. you free on friday?’

‘i am’

ight let’s meet at the outlet mall on Lafayette @ 1 then. you mind if me, my friends, and security come?

okay sounds good and i don’t mind at all. see you on friday x

trust me you were less boring in person. connie was lacking in first impression as he was late to you guys shopping date.

you didn’t mind though, you were right in dior trying on sunglasses. “how these look y’all?” you ask your camera. “i don’t know they’re kinda cunt..” you say looking in the small mirror. you didn’t even notice connie and his crew walking in and walking towards you.

“i like them.”

you look behind you, seeing connie and his friends. connie took you in while you were distracted and you were better in person. you were in an all black outfit, of course, and you looked fucking beautiful.

“they’re cute right?” you smile looking up at the 6’1 FINE ass dominican man. one thing that also irritated you about connie’s style is that it doesn’t emphasize his face. connie face card was something different. He had beautiful features, hazel eyes, low lids, some pretty plump lips, and he was pulling off a buzz cut like david beckham in the 2000’s. not many people can do that.

“yeah, sorry I was late. had to drop my sister off to her dance practice.” connie says you wave him off, “oh I'm not worried about it. it gave me time to think of what stores i want to go to.” you say taking your glasses off. “hey it’s nice to meet y’all,” you said looking at the two men behind connie. eren and ony. they weren’t a group but they put out some collab albums. those albums were heat, and was always playing when you were working out or cleaning.

“we’re starting here by the way. can’t go wrong with dior. do you have a favorite fashion brand or designer?” you ask connie as you walked over to the men’s section.

“uhm nike?”

“nike..? you know what i’m just..i’m just going to pretend you didn’t say that.“ you say shaking your head in disappointment. ony was laughing to himself in the background cause he could hear it in your voice.

“what’s wrong with nike?” connie smiles as you picked up a dior sweater. “well first off all nike is a sports brand i’m talking about a fashion brand like rick owens, true religion, moschino.

“what’s a moschino?” connie scrunches his face and he was dead serious.

“do you know who jeremy scott is? law roach?”

“are these random white people?”

you looked at connie like he was a little lost baby, pouting your glossy lips. “aw you are so cute.” you pinch his cheek. “this is my favorite part. teaching you the ins and out of fashion.” you smile pushing an outfit into his chest. “go try this on.”

connie found out that you were a bossy little thing. if he didn’t like something, “oh well too bad you’re getting it anyways.” ony and eren enjoyed seeing him get bossed around as he was usually the demanding one in the studio. you had fun telling connie stuff about fashion and how to put together a good outfit.

connie left that outlet with a new wardrobe, friend, and crush. a very big crush that his friends noticed. the way connie blushed like some nerdy school boy every time you’d hype him up. you noticed as well and found it absolutely adorable.

“do that lil pose that you do. period!”

you enjoyed Connie's presence. He was a mix between laidback and hyper. like when he got comfortable around you, he got to cracking jokes. even joking you. picking up some ugly ass cowgirl boots and saying, “this looks like something you’d like.” and you’d just give him a little playful glare telling him to not play with you.

you left Connie with a homework assignment. learn how to use pinterest and make a pinterest board.

#just making up scenarios #whatever flows ig #aot x black reader #connie springer #aot smut #connie x black!reader #connie springer x black!reader #connie springer x y/n #black reader #connie x black reader #aot x reader #connie springer x black reader

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blackdxggr · 7 months

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Stop this “Nigga Eren” Arguments

Do you guys not get TIRED every week coming up in the tags to make a ‘NiggaEren’ argument?? We get it you don't like it, but there are several eren x black reader fluff or whatever you’re looking for that isn’t surrounded about the things you’re complaining about, I've literally read them myself, this is coming from a person who mostly reads them, it's like most of you guys are actively ignoring them and just adding on to the discourse already made.

And let's not get started on the 'black persona' some of you want to speak about, you're acting as if white people are all the sudden not able to be drug dealers, rappers, baby daddy, shitty boyfriends or hypersexualised?? White people are not all the sudden absolute saints and we all know that, just like there is no 'black persona. You are quite literally enforcing stereotypes by saying this, a German white man has no specific way to be written, and yes obviously eren has his personality in the show and manga, and I'm sure most people would prefer it to stay like that, buts that's a whole different thing that can be said for a lot of work in the eren × reader tag.

But on a honest note, if you're honestly THIS bothered about it that you have to give a big rant, go on and write them, reblog those posts, or you know just move past them, cause there are many fics you're looking for, for you to enjoy on. The slur thing, it's wrong we get that, but a lot of you know for a fact that those are and are from the weird bunch.

Plus there are several eren x reader toxic' and or 'shitty boyfriend' fics, but instead there's a wider discourse in this community from the ones specifically written by black women, a community that took time to build.

One last thing, the reason why there are a lot is because they get attention, meaning people LIKE them, a lot of writers write what gets them the most interactions and or what people request and ask them to write, they're going to continue unless you want to specifically request them. At the end of the day this entire thing is just putting down black womens work and we don't need any of that. 🤷🏾‍♀️

#eren x black reader #eren x black fem!reader #eren x black reader fluff #eren x black yn

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enretrogue · 4 months

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𝗔𝗨𝗚𝗨𝗦𝗧 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 𝗙𝗜𝗖 𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗦 (𝟮)

.☘︎ ݁˖ = BLACK/POC WORKS | 23' FIC REC M.LIST

ATTACK ON TITAN

MULTI CHARACTER

Where Do You Want It? (Eren, Armin, Jean, Levi) — @ilyluffy

When You’re Jealous (Eren, Armin, Jean, Connie) — @kingkohona

When You Don’t Say “I Love You” Back (Eren, Jean) — @spiteless-xo

Basketball AU (Onyankopon and Aran Ojiro) — @dilfl0v3rss .☘︎ ݁˖

Pussy Talk (Connie, Ony, Armin, Eren)— @lingeriae .☘︎ ݁˖

JEAN KIRSCHTEIN (KIRSTEIN)

Pretty Girl — @theragethatisdesire

Resolve — @honeyblood .☘︎ ݁˖

Jean HCs: Mf Whipped — @4ttack-ur-heart

Friends w/ Benefits — @ilyluffy

Best Friend — @dreamerdeity

Only One Bed — @kingkonoha

2 AM — @cyberheavens

It’s My Party, I’ll Cry If I Want To — @xgfpng

Tell Me What You Want — @atruewarrior

EREN JAEGER

Forget The Movie — @sat0-get0 .☘︎ ݁˖

Pageant Dad!Eren — @rrenzwrld .☘︎ ݁˖

Ink — @synamoly .☘︎ ݁˖

Eren Talking You Through It — @shawtuzi .☘︎ ݁˖

In a Room Full of Art, I’d Still Stare at You ⎢ Part Two — @s-sugustar .☘︎ ݁˖

Pussy Fairy — @roronoaswifey .☘︎ ݁˖

Rapper!Eren — @chrollohearttags .☘︎ ݁˖

Plug!Eren — @shawtuzi .☘︎ ݁˖

Nerd!Eren — @shawtuzi .☘︎ ݁˖

The Cookout — @kingkonoha .☘︎ ݁˖

Smut Blurb — @kazushawty .☘︎ ݁˖

Detective!Eren x PI!Reader — @chrollohearttags .☘︎ ݁˖

New Roommate — @kacchans-waifu .☘︎ ݁˖

Veronica — @diorsbrando .☘︎ ݁˖

Don’t Pull Out — @hellaville .☘︎ ݁˖

Streamer!Eren HCs — @emonaculate .☘︎ ݁˖

Already Over — @tiathecreator .☘︎ ݁˖

ONYANKOPON + CONNIE SPRINGER

Reader In An Abusive Relationship — @getoscrybaby .☘︎ ݁˖

First Ink — @dilfl0v3rss .☘︎ ݁˖

Ours ⎢ Part Two — @dilfl0v3rss .☘︎ ݁˖

CONNIE SPRINGER

Smut Blurb — @getoscrybaby .☘︎ ݁˖

Hypersexual Reader + Connie — @nanaminsmoon .☘︎ ݁˖

Best Friend!Connie — @lingeriae .☘︎ ݁˖

Sundress Season — @br4tphobia .☘︎ ݁˖

Plug!Connie — @cottonconnielvr .☘︎ ݁˖

No Good Pt. 2 — @nanaminsmoon .☘︎ ݁˖

Clingy!Connie — @nanaminsmoon .☘︎ ݁˖

His Best Friend — @nanaminsmoon .☘︎ ݁˖

Connie x Black!Fem!Reader — @aotpimpcess .☘︎ ݁˖

Connie x Nurse!Reader — @getoscrybaby .☘︎ ݁˖

Let’s Go Home — @dilfl0v3rss .☘︎ ݁˖

Plug!Connie — @k2ssland

Plug!Connie HCs — @prettybrownbambii

Plug!Connie and His Suburban Princess — @dilfl0v3rss .☘︎ ݁˖

Mother’s Day — @br4tphobia .☘︎ ݁˖

Tattoo Artist!Connie — @rrenzwrld .☘︎ ݁˖

Tatted Up — @dilfl0v3rss .☘︎ ݁˖

Make It Home — @chrollohearttags .☘︎ ݁˖

Notice Me — @junevenile .☘︎ ݁˖

Ghost In The Machine — @junevenile .☘︎ ݁˖

Baseball Player!Connie — @dilfl0v3rss .☘︎ ݁˖

Down In The DMs — @ginger4sugar .☘︎ ݁˖

Connie Fucking You On A Yacht — @dilfl0v3rss .☘︎ ݁˖

Dad!Connie Making His Kids Speak Spanish — @dilfl0v3rss .☘︎ ݁˖

Babydaddy!Connie — @nanaminsmoon .☘︎ ݁˖

ONYANKOPON

Bully!Ony — @dilfl0v3rss .☘︎ ݁˖

Rebuke — @pwncez .☘︎ ݁˖

Sycamore Tree — @pwncez .☘︎ ݁˖

Talk To Me — @atinystaypixie .☘︎ ݁˖

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mllechartreux · 2 years

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Production Team

Summary: You’re an R&B singer looking to take more creative freedom over your music and life. Levi, your producer, helps you with that.

Tags: Singer!Reader x Producer!Levi, Rapper!Eren, Eren is an asshole, GN!Publicist, pining, professional friends to lovers, music industry bullshit, MDNI!smut, fingering, oral(f. receiving), vaginal sex, creampie, unprotected sex, tiny mention of mary jane

WC: 4.5k

A/N: Ya’ll, I need my props for this line right here, it’s so fucking Levi, “An asshole’s job is to find the newest shit,” I’m copyrighting that expeditiously! Also, don’t be mad at me for making Eren an asshole. Mannnn, I don’t even know how this ended up being so long, fuuuucckk. I also think I fucked up the tenses *sigh* bear with me still working on my writing style.

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Normally, starting out your day with breakfast wasn’t a problem. In fact, you loved the smell of bacon, eggs and Thai tea in the morning. It made your mouth water, but it also gave you a sense of control in your life that was hard to come by, being a public figure. Oftentimes, being in the limelight, your life is reduced to what everyone else says it is.

Currently, blogs came out saying you were dating a rapper you met with for copyright reasons. You barely knew the guy, on top of that, you tried to convince the media, many times before, that you weren’t looking for a relationship. Yet, ever since you had debuted as a mainstream r&b artist, they never stopped asking you about your love life. Like can’t a girl be single, or pining after a man in secret. Either way, the thought of breakfast this morning made you sick, all you were focused on was ignoring the calls from your publicist and getting to the studio. You hoped that working on your new song with your favorite producer would help bring you a moment of peace.

You pulled up to the studio in your dark green Aston Martin, grabbed your white Fendi purse and hopped out of the car. On your way to your producer’s recording studio you passed security and the wall of records. Each time you passed this wall you hoped that yours would be the next platinum record to be hung there.

You entered his studio optimistically and couldn’t hold back the smile that crept on your face when you saw Levi sitting in his chair, headphones on, slumped over the computer, working. You were consumed with admiration watching how focused and attentive he was.

It almost didn’t matter that there was a band in the studio this close your time slot. In his defense, you did arrive 10 mins earlier than your session appointment, but you were still deflated over not having his undivided attention. Slightly irritated, you sat down on the couch behind him, bouncing your leg impatiently.

15 minutes passed before the band exited the booth and regrouped with Levi. As the band walked out of the studio they offered a short greeting to you causing you to look up from your phone to reciprocate, your eyes staring after them up until the door closed behind them. What you didn’t know was that you were being watched as well.

Levi marveled at your appearance. You had boho braids in a simple ponytail, a blue cropped tank top showing off your waist beads, belly button piercing and a fairy tattoo along your ribs, paired with tan cargo pants and blue mules. He cleared his throat absentmindedly to bring back his focus, but you snapped your head towards him, looking at him curiously, “You know I would have kicked them out anytime if I knew you were here,” he recovered monotonously.

You scoffed, rising lazily from your seat on the couch to plop down haphazardly on the swivel chair next to him, “You can’t kick out your clients, don’t be silly.”

His black eyebrow raised at your statement, pondering the brash way you moved across the room, “I thought I told you before I do as I please, I don’t care if you're a client or an exec.”

You stared at him unbelievably with your mouth slightly agape, “Levi. Don’t get fired running your mouth.” He rolled his eyes.

“As if, they wouldn’t have a single platinum record coming out of this company if they did that and they know it. Besides, who else would be able to deal with your bratty attitude,” he concluded. He brought a leg to cross over the other and ran his hand through the front of his hair, pushing his bangs back.

Consciously, you knew what he said was true, but the thought of never working with him is what made you react anyway.

Slightly taken aback at his observation of your attitude, you leaned back slightly and squinted your eyes playfully, “I’m far from bratty, a perfectionist maybe, but definitely not a diva,” you said matter of factly while pointing at him sassily as if you had a finger gun.

“Oh really, then if it’s not your personality, care to tell me what’s been up your ass lately?” He stares at you. He tried to say, ‘Tell me what’s wrong, I can always tell’, hell he’d been working with you for a year now, but he was never good at using words to show he cared.

You looked to the side and shifted in your seat to cross your legs, “Everyone is being an ass over this rumor of me dating so and so,”

He hums and continues, “Do they have it right this time?”

“No! I haven’t dated anyone since I became mainstream,” You retaliate, throwing your arms up. It kinda hurt that he thought there was anyone you could be interested in, anyone but him.

His eyes softened but his mind whirled in confusion, why did he feel relieved at that, “Then don’t worry about it, an asshole’s job is to find the newest shit,” he scratched the back of his neck, “just leave it all in the booth today,” a blush dusted his cheeks but his eyes never left yours.

He felt the need to reassure you more but knew there was a line of professionalism he couldn’t cross, at least not while on the clock.

His ‘shitty’ proverbs always made you laugh, they were so him. With watery eyes, you gave him a look filled with appreciation and understanding, hoping he'd receive your mental messages of gratitude. You stood from your seat, “You’re right. Thanks Levi,” and made your way into the booth.

You put the headphones on and he told you what track he was going to play, “Let’s work on the ad libs for this one, after that this one is pretty much finished,” you gave him a thumbs up through the glass. Once the music started playing you closed your eyes and started swaying to the beat.

“Ok that’s a wrap for today, great job Y/N, I got everything I needed,”

You took the headphones off, eyes still closed while your mind tried to find its way back to reality. Your eyes fluttered open to meet his through the glass before he looked down back at his computer. It was hard to make out his expression.

Levi continued to work on the song as you walked out of the booth and sat beside him. Your perfume wafted towards him, almost unnoticeably it made his eyelids lower and his hands pause from typing. Without looking up from his screen, “So for your album you only have three songs left to work on, but here take a listen to this one,” he took his headphones off and put them over your ears, his hands lingering over them for a moment longer before turning back to the screen.

The song started playing and you listened to yourself sing. It was a song about summer love, sweet, overwhelming, and colorful. It was probably your favorite song on this album. One, because it’s what you thought being with Levi would feel like, but also because it was the only song you had creative freedom over.

After the song finished you took off the headphones and set them back on the desk, causing him to turn his head towards you, “It’s beautiful, I really like how the bridge fades in,” you muse, “Definitely better than those songs the label commissioned for me,” your lip lifts in disgust.

“Tch, they sent me the demo and I thought they were joking,” he pinches the bridge of his nose, “I’m good at what I do but I’m definitely not a miracle worker,” his arms come to cross over his chest. More importantly, he thought you were better than those cheesy, shallow songs. Even if the lyrics weren’t a factor, the songs left no room for you to truly showcase your range and shit did he love to hear your voice. He loved to hear it before all the edits he made, when it was in its raw state.

“I know, I hate those songs, but capitalism over authenticity, right. It took a lot just for me to get creative freedom over this one,” you lean over to rest your arm on the desk and your head on your arm.

“Explains why this song is by far the best,” he says casually, watching you.

You look up at him sternly, “Don’t bullshit me Levi,”

He scoffed, “You think I have the capacity to bullshit anyone,”

At that you laugh, “I forget who I’m talking to sometimes, my bad,” holding your hands up feigning surrender before putting your head back on your hand, “I just wish they would let me release more of my music. They’re really trying to pigeonhole me into being yet another oversexualized black woman.”

Levi looked to the side before tilting his head back looking at the ceiling, “What if… what if I help you?” His heart was pumping thinking about the opportunity to hear more of your music, to see more of you.

“What do you mean?” Your eyebrows pinch together.

He looked back down at you and unfolded his arms, “I mean, what if I help you record your music? We probably can’t release it or anything but at least you’d be able to create it.”

You lifted your head in interest and looked at him unwavering, “You’d do that? For me?”

“Yea, I don’t really see a point in keeping it locked up,” he says matter of factly.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” you squeal, leaping from your seat and wrapping your arms around him.

Levi was hardly expecting you to be so excited and to inadvertently smother your boobs in his face. He was frozen so he couldn’t even bring himself to hug you back. He felt the heat from your chest on his blushed face. It was embarrassing how that paired with the scent of jasmine and orange blossom coming from you made his dick twitch.

You abruptly let go of him, “I imagine we won’t have time to do this during my normal sessions so when do you want to start?” Still smiling at him.

“Come back at 7, and the studio is ours for the rest of the night,” he nodded at you tensely.

“Alright bet,” you exclaim walking backwards toward the door, still looking at him adoringly, “and thank you again Levi, I really appreciate this,” your hand reaches to grab the door knob.

“Don’t forget your purse.”

You let go of the door and rushed to the sofa to grab your purse, “I wasn’t forgetting it, just making sure the door worked,” you said almost convincingly.

“Tch, right,” he grinned. He couldn’t help but find you adorable while you walked out of the studio.

The plan was to drive back to your house, work more on your music while you waited for 7 to roll around. It was a simple, solid plan until you pulled up to your house and saw your publicist and two other people waiting in front of your door.

As slow and languid as possible you got out of your car, slamming the door shut. They turned to look at you, and your publicist spoke first, “I’ve been calling and texting you all day, we have to talk,” their hand on their hip and hip jutted out.

“I assume you wouldn’t call to listen to me breathe, so no need to point out the obvious,” you walked past them to unlock your door, sparing an annoyed glance when you recognized one of the people as Eren Yeager, the rapper you met with a several days earlier, and the other person you guessed was his manager or something.

“Shoes off please,” as you walked into your house, leading them down the carpeted hallway filled with pictures of family and friends into the sunken living room with three couches.

The room was filled with plants and crocheted gifts from friends: pillows, blankets, even stuffed animals. Grabbing the blanket off the back of the nearest couch, you plopped down and relaxed into the cushions, wrapping the blanket around your body, “So what’s up then?”

Everyone found their way onto one of the other two couches that were following the square shape in the floor. Your publicist reached inside their bag for a yellow folder, “As I’m sure you’ve heard, the media believes you and Eren are together, and they love it. Your engagement has skyrocketed and this would be perfect to raise interest for your upcoming album. Of course for Eren-,”

“No,” you start, “I don’t care what it could do for me and I don’t care what it could do for him,” while you didn’t know Eren personally, you saw the scandals he was in. He was a known asshole and he treated his fans like shit, like hell you wanted to be tied to him in any way.

Manspreading with his arms on his knees Eren leaned forward, “You’re not the artist you think you are sweetheart, you need me. Go ahead and take the deal and if you’re good I might give you something real,” he smirked suggestively.

“I don’t need shit from you, if anything you’re the one that needs me considering you were caught copying my music. And watch how you speak to me in my house!” you seethed, leaning forward, pointing your finger at him. He laughed, reveling in how he got under your skin.

Holding their hands up and turning towards you and then to Eren, your publicist chimed in, “Ok ok, let’s be cordial. Y/N, this could be really good for your brand and even better for your album. A power couple like you and Eren could lead to a bunch of awards,” they sympathized with you, clasping their hands together as if praying.

Your eyes softened, “No, I understand the pros, but no.”

Your publicist looked at Eren and his manager and shrugged, “Then I guess we’re done here,” standing and putting the folder back in their bag, “ I’ll call you tomorrow about your upcoming album photoshoot then.”

You stood with your blanket still around you and led them to your door, “I’ll be waiting then,” your publicist was first to walk out, glancing at you supportively, then Eren’s manager who gave a short ‘nice to meet you’ before scurrying out. Lastly, Eren walked out turning to look you up and down causing your lip to lift in disgust.

His finger curled under your chin, “You know where to find me when you realize you need a man in your life. Call me and I’ll make room for you on my roster.”

You snatched your head away and glared at him as he swaggered out of your house, slamming your door as soon as he was out of the way.

It’s been over an hour since they left and you were still fuming, so much so, you couldn’t write or finish the sandwich and soup you doordashed from Panera. You were antsy and your adrenaline ran high. On a whim, you picked up your phone and texted Levi, ‘Hey I know we said 7 but can I come early, I just don’t want to be alone right now, I won’t distract you,’ you fidgeted with the beads along your waist, looking at your messages.

Two minutes later, ‘Yea, by the way, you’d be a welcome distraction,”

A bright smile overtook your face at the message. You grabbed your stuff and were out of the house and in your car within 5 minutes.

You walked into his studio, and up to his chair, squeezing his shoulder to let him know you were here. Before you could pull away he placed his hand on yours and squeezed, giving it a short rub with his thumb. He looked up over his shoulder at you, eyes serious but concerned before turning back to his screen and placing his hand back on the keyboard. The simple act relaxed you more than blunt after a long day. The leather couch groaned when you sat on it as you busied yourself with your phone.

It wasn’t until the door to the studio closed that you finally looked up from your phone to find Levi staring at you. He felt the urge to come sit by you on the couch but instead settled for, “Come show me what you got.”

You sauntered over, stood before him, and presented your journal. You flipped through the pages, choosing to explain your most recent song and your ideas for the melody.

Levi listened intensely, feeling the emotions behind your words and actualizing the song in his head so he’d have an idea of where to start. He admired the light behind your eyes and the vibrancy behind your movements as you explained what you wanted to convey. When you finished you looked at him expectantly, vulnerable.

He could see it all over your body, beckoning him for some form of reassurance, advice, anything, “It’s not your usual song,” he teases, “but I like it, I think I see where you want to go with it,” he adds.

Internally you let out a sigh of relief before pausing, “Wait, what do you mean it’s not my usual song?” you ask wearily.

“It’s about unrequited love, your usual songs are about being in love or having something more casual. I’m to use to you singing about about not getting the person,”

he explains. It was hard to believe you even felt the need to write about someone who didn’t reciprocate your affections. Who would be dense enough to not see or outright ignore your advances.

You scratch the back of your head, you weren’t expecting him to say that, “Yea, well, it’s been weighing on me heavily recently, like you said earlier I should leave it all in the booth right,” you say softly.

“Not saying that singing doesn’t help but maybe you should talk to the person, if they’re still in your life,” he studied you as you thought over his words. Watching the gears turn in your head as you bit your bottom lip.

“I see what you’re saying,” you looked down at your hands, rubbing them together before taking a deep breath, “I like you Levi,” you looked back up at him brightly.

Did he hear you right, was this a joke, a publicity stunt. His entire body froze, he was locked in this moment in time, unsure of what his next move should be. His eyes were widened slightly but he was otherwise unreadable.

Feeling emboldened, just ready to get your feelings off your chest you continued, “At first it was strictly professional but then I really started to admire your work. I really like the way you understood me through my music, it’s almost like I never have to say much for you to understand where I’m at. I’m know I’m saying a lot right now and if you’re uncomfortable or need me to leave-,”

He cut you off, putting a hand on your cheek and shaking his head, “No don’t leave,” he coughed into his other hand, “I- I’ve felt the same way about you since I’ve met you,” his heart was beating out of his chest but he moved his hand to truly cup the side of your face, eyes looking at you peacefully despite the anxiety.

You cover his hand with yours, “Really?” still unsure if he felt the same way.

Sensing your state, Levi pulled your chair closer to his, slotting your legs in between his, “Really. I know I didn’t say anything sooner, but if you’ll let me, I’d like to make it up to you.”

You nod, feeling your heart swell. You wet your lips and glance at his before meeting his steely gaze. He closes the distance between you two, using his hand to bring your head closer, placing a soft, sweet kiss on your lips before pulling back to stare at you open mouthed. You push back into the kiss, locking your hand behind his neck. The kiss is openmouthed, slow, and filled with all the unsaid words he needed to express to you.

Levi bites your bottom lip and drags his tongue along the length of yours, twirling it and mapping the inside of your mouth. You grip the strands of his hair and bring your legs up and over to rest on top of his thighs. He worms his hands under your thighs to stand up, bringing you with him. Instinctively, your thighs wrap around his waist still kissing him. Without opening his eyes he walks over to the couch placing you down to lean over you.

You break the kiss to gasp for air, choosing instead to grab his face and pepper him with quick kisses all over his face. He hums sweetly, squeezing your hips and relishing in the warmth of your body before pulling back to look at you, “Do you want to do this? We could stop here,” tone serious but his gaze was fervent.

Eyelids heavy you say, “I want this Levi, I want you,”

He went to kiss your neck, licking and sucking in the places that caused you to whine and squirm the most. Being underneath him was too much and you couldn’t help but grind your hips up onto his bulge, moaning at his hardness and causing him to gasp into your neck. He pulled your hips to meet his, helping you as he trailed kisses down your neck to your chest, savoring the sweet taste of your body.

You lift your shirt off, throwing it, completely forgotten, allowing him to trail wet open mouthed kisses while working to unclasp your bra. It unhooks and he slides it down your arms, letting it fall to ground before fondling both of your breasts, eyes staring at you earnestly. He leans down to lick your nipple, pulling the sweetest mewl from you, encouraging him to put your entire nipple in his mouth and tease it, interchanging between nipping, licking, and sucking.

Your eyes flutter closed and you rest your hands in his hair letting out sighs of pleasure, “Please Levi I need more,”

He releases your nipple with a pop, “Like I said, just like a brat to be ungrateful,” he mocks, “but since you asked so nicely.”

He removed your pants, underwear following. Feeling exposed, you help him strip down to just his underwear, his erection stretching them to the max and precum creating a dark stain. He climbs back on top of you, resuming his taste test down to your navel then going to bruise your thighs with lovebites, watching you writhe and yelp.

Pushing your legs up so your knees were to your side, he finally gave you what you wanted and licked a long strip from your entrance to your clit, stopping there to flick his tongue against the nub, listening to you moan his name softly, your voice so smooth and melodic.

He speeds up, changing the rhythm, savoring the taste of your sweet, tangy, juices gushing out, “I’d wait years if it meant getting to taste you,” he groans into you, eyes closing in bliss, ravishing you like it was the first meal he had in days.

You moan loudly, grabbing his head encouraging him to keep his rhythm, “Fuck Levi, don’t stop.”

Face coated in your slick, he brings up his two fingers to tease your entrance before slipping in, “Wasn’t going to brat,” sending vibrations through your body.

You shuddered and moaned breathlessly when he found the sweet spot, your hole convulsing around his fingers, pushing you towards your peak. Your back arched and you pushed your hips into his face, fiery white rushing through your body.

His free hand rubbed your hip as he cleaned up your cum causing you to whimper from sensitivity. You took his fingers in your mouth, loving the taste of yourself on him before slipping them out.

He pulled away from you, wiping his face with the back of his hand before sliding his underwear down and lining up with your entrance. He stares at you lustfully, cradling your head in his arms, watching your reaction as his dick slips inside, stretching you to a pleasurable fullness. He pulls back out slowly cursing when he notices you watching his dick fill your cunt. He continues with a slow pace, getting hotter when he notices your creamy arousal coating his dick and pooling at its base.

He lifts your legs up, putting them over his shoulders, folding you in half and causing your walls to flutter and squeeze him from the depth of the new angle. He smirks and grunts in response, quickening his pace, drinking in your moans and the way you can’t help but to suck him back in, “Damn Y/N.”

Blood shoots straight to your cunt and you beg him to go harder, wrapping your arms around his neck, fingernails scratching his undercut.

He loops his arm under your shoulder, holding on to it as he pistons into you at a brutal pace. His face contorts and sweat drips down his forehead as he concentrated on trying to make you climax. His hand goes down between you to rub your slippery clit in tantalizing circles.

You moan loudly, only capable of repeating his name mindlessly as the pressure in your stomach builds, “Levi-I’m- I’m-.”

“I know, go ahead sweet girl.”

You come undone, velvety walls crushing him, leaving a trail of frothy white cum covering his pelvis as you contract underneath him. You bring him in for a sloppy kiss, whining into his mouth as he chases his own end, deliciously overstimulating you. His rhythm stutters and he groans into your mouth. You move your hips to meet his thrusts, beckoning him. He moans your name as he explodes inside you, warm cum shooting into you, filling you up.

You break the kiss, look at him and smile, mouth parted breathlessly. He falls on your chest and looks up at you with loving eyes as his hand reaches for your face to caress it.

“Now what am I supposed to tell the public?” you ask lightheartedly, stroking his hair as he rests his face on your boobs.

He chuckles, “All you need to do is confirm the allegations when I come out saying you’re mine,” kissing your sternum.

#LEVI ACKERMAN #levi x black reader #levi ackerman x black reader #levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman smut #music industry #aot fic #attack on titan #friends to lovers #shingenki no kyojin

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lovelysho · 3 years

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I’m a good girl, I am —

summary ⟳ another day, another hotbox session with blunts passed between friends. the weed always takes its toll on everyone, and you’re not exempt from such a fate. not one little bit.

pairing ⟳ jean kirstein x fem!reader & some eren sprinkled in there for spice.

WARNINGS ⟳ nsfw/18+, smut, voyeurism, degradation (minimal), praise, drugs (weed).

wc 3.2k — reference

Smoke sat heavy in the air of the car. Blurring your view of the things around you. You could hear rough coughs being let out in intervals. Your head was tilted back on the chest of the person’s lap you were currently seated on; and you could hear the faint voice of some rapper spewing words in the background, off of whoever had the aux’s phone. It was oddly calming.

Your head lolled to the side as you felt a tap on your thigh. Looking up and turning slightly you were met with a pair of golden eyes, pupils dilated and the whites surrounding them a clear sheen of red. “You okay?” Jean asked.

“Yeah...just high off my ass. It feels nice though.” You giggle at seemingly nothing, and Jean lets out a deep chuckle right along with you.

You were in Eren’s truck that now consisted of your entire friend group. Sasha, Mikasa, Connie, Armin, and Jean. Luckily he owned a black suv that was big enough for the whole crew. It was great for when y’all wanted to kick back and go on road trips. So, you just know it was good for whenever any of you wanted to hotbox. And Honestly, you were all on cloud nine right now. High as shit. The highest of highs. At least, that’s how your drugged out brain would describe it.

“Well, I’m glad you feel good because it’s your turn to hit.” Jean said as he put the blunt to your lips. You hadn’t realized until he brought it to you attention. The rotation was either going by way too fast or you were getting closer and closer to tapping out. But you were never one to let a good high pass you by. So, you inhale and could swear you felt it shoot not only to your chest, but straight to your brain, a certain soothing feeling overtaking you.

Conversations were being held and if any of you weren’t so far gone, you’d realize that not a single thing being said inherently made sense. You were all hopping from one topic to the next trying to piece things together that had no correlation whatsoever; and whenever someone had a second of clarity, while being taken out of their drugged induced state you’d all pause momentarily and burst into fits of laughter.

These were your favorite times for sure. Getting high with your friends, laughing and eating when the munchies started taking over and — oh speaking of eating. Your mind began to wander.

You were hungry. The windows were fogged up, not a hint of smoke escaping the enclosed space, and you were hungry. And it seems like you weren’t the only one to come to this conclusion.

“Alright, I love getting fucked up as much as the next guy, but I’m driving and we needa air this bitch out.” Eren says in between coughs, his fist falling from his lips before continuing. “We should stop at the spot, to get food.”

Everyone else in the car just hummed and nodded in agreement, with the exception of Sasha who was damn near frothing at the mouth and jumping in her seat, shaking Connie while doing so.

It was eleven at night, and this was routine. Whenever you’d get high, you all decide to stop by ‘the spot’ which was a running joke within your the group. The first time you’d found the place, you all loved it. However, you walked in way less than sober, eyes busy ogling at the wide variety of snacks and foods.

You had opted to go straight for the coffee section spotting the option of cappuccino’s, completely in awe. Sasha and Connie immediately ran over to look at the sandwiches and burgers. Jean and Mikasa were way too infatuated with the slushy machine and Eren and Armin just went to look through isle after isle of packaged snacks, picking them up and not only looking but rubbing and comparing the packaging of it all.

To be fair, it was a huge convenience store and nothing like you had ever seen before, but looking back you can’t help but laugh at how you all acted upon entering for the first time. The owner, Sam, thought it was hilarious and your group visitations are now the highlight of his week, whether you walked in stoned or just in need of some ordinary snacking.

Needless to say, you were all too busy thinking that you had somehow died off the weed and made it to heaven, past sins be damned, that none of you ever caught the name of the place. This happened a few more times after that; and although you now all know the name of your favorite late night dining location, ‘the spot’ just sort of stuck.

So, with the windows rolled down a bit to let everyone finally breathe a breath of fresh air, Eren put the car in drive, and you were on your merry way.

“Alright guys,” Eren begins. “We’re not gonna go in this place and act a fool. Just because Sam likes us, doesn’t mean shit. He knows that we come in there baked, so let’s at least try not to embarrass ourselves this time.” He says as he looks over the entire group, stopping at Connie and Sasha specifically. You all had your moments, but those two were truly something different.

There are a few firm nods of affirmation from everyone, but you could still hear a few snickers shortly after. Eren just shook his head as he unbuckled his seatbelt and opened the door to head inside. The rest of the group followed suit and you hop out of the car so that Jean could get out.

“I think I’m gonna just wait in the car.”

“You sure? I thought you’d ‘wanna talk to Sam, you know. See who’s on shift? You never hang back.” He says, looking slightly perturbed.

You nod softly as you lean back against the truck. “Eh, go on ahead without me. I feel like I just need to relax for a few. I can always talk to him literally any other time we come.” You wave a hand dismissively. “Besides, I know whenever we go in it takes forever.”

Your response seems to ease his suspicions. “True. Well alright, do you want anything? Your usual?”

“Really? You’re an godsend. Yes, get me —”

“A blue — raspberry and cherry slushy mixed, more blue than red. With your favorite candy, muffins, or chips because you need both ‘sweet and savory.’” He smiles, almost laughingly.

You just stare at him in astonishment. “Well yeah, actually. I didn’t know you knew my order.”

He turns away, but not before you could see a hint of the same shade of red that adorned his eyes earlier, travel across his cheeks and nose. He looks like a deer caught in headlights, as if him knowing your complete order, let alone saying it to you was a horrendous slip of the tongue. You were too wrapped up in your own problems to notice though.

“Yeah, well we’re here all the time so...” He runs a hand over his nape as he trails off. “Anyway, get in the car, don’t stand out here there could be all kinds of creeps. I’ll be right back.” He says before making his way into the store behind everyone else.

And you don’t have to be told twice, having wanted exactly that. You don’t know when or how, maybe it was as soon as the weed first started settling into your lungs and calming your nerves, or maybe it was as you were seated on Jean’s lap, his leg often bouncing up and down, jolting your body. Maybe if you weren’t in an dire situation right now, you’d feel shameful for the thoughts you were having.

But you had an itch that needed to be scratched right below the belt, and you couldn’t wait any longer. You could never tell when it’d happen, but you often get like this when you’re high, and it briefly crosses your mind that maybe you just shouldn’t smoke anymore. You also knew that this was eren’s car, but all of these thoughts jumbled together only to be pushed to the back of your mind. Only one thing on the forefront, was the throbbing of your pussy against your cotton panties.

Something took over and suddenly you’re kicking your gym shoes off of your feet as you slide your hand in your sweatpants moving the hem of your underwear and to begin rubbing at the bud between your folds, already feeling the wetness against your dainty manicured fingers.

Glancing at the entrance of the connivence store and spotting not a soul in sight, you begin to gradually pick up the pace. You had about fifteen minutes, twenty at most. And you couldn’t help yourself, removing the sweats completely. You’d slip them back on before everyone made their way back.

As you rubbed at clit you pictured Jean. His lean body, being pushed up against you as he fucked into you relentlessly, the fact that you were friends be damned. Those pink lips of his and those pretty golden eyes that always seemed to find yours. Those soft locks of his and god. you had always found him attractive, but you never voiced these thoughts, nor did you act on them. You were often considered the goodie two shoes of the friend group, the ‘angel,’ and for good reason. It was true, but boy if they all saw you now.

Fingers pumping in and out of your cunt as you got off to the thought of those same very fingers being replaced with your friends cock. Too wrapped up in the tension that was starting to brim within your belly, you find your head turning abruptly as the door swings open.

“So they didn’t have — [Name]? H-holy shit.”

Your lock with the man of the hours and you could tell he was shocked. Hell, if you’d found any of your other friends in this position, you would be too. And Jean wanted to look away, he really did; but there was just something about the sight of your fingers up against the very spot he’d imagined them for so long. He licked his lips and you run your tongue over yours in return. A domino effect of sorts. Why not test your luck?

“Hey, J.” You smile sweetly up at him. “I was just thinking about you.”

Jean just gulps. He honestly has no idea what to say, and he can feel the bulge in his pants becoming more prominent by the second. You were in his spot and there was quite literally no where else for him to go. And what did you just say? You were thinking about him, while you were fingering yourself? Did he hear that correctly?

“You can touch her you want. She won’t bite.” You lick your lips and give yourself one soft rub before he’s back to reality and telling you to scoot over. Climbing in he places his bags in the passenger seat up front and looks you in your eyes. You give him a nod of your head with that honeyed smile of yours, before he brings his index and middle finger to run a stripe along your slit. You flutter around nothing, but push your legs closer to your body in a show of approval.

“Mmm fuck, that feels nice. Keep going.”

And he couldn’t believe it, your slick coating his fingers as you bite your lip and look up at him with those beautiful doe eyes of yours. He’ll be damned if he doesn’t relish in this newfound confidence you have, in this newfound confidence he has.

“You’re so fucking wet. That’s what you’ve been doing, huh? Getting yourself off to the thought of me.” You nod your head hurriedly. No need for casualties when it was true, that was in fact, exactly what you were doing. Are doing. “What were you thinking about?”

“I thought about your tongue on my pussy, your fingers right where they are now, your cock inside of me. Oh, I thought about a lot.” You could feel the rubbing of his deft fingers increasing slowly but surely. You bite your lip as you maintain eye contact. With the last minute or so it became an unspoken rule that you’d look into his eyes as he had his way with you, and you with him.

“Fuck. Well you don’t have to worry about that. I’ll give it to you right here. Right now, if that’s what you want.” The look in his eyes was so tender, so filled with hope, and you can’t help but to be not only touched, but more turned on at how sweet he was being.

“Yes, I want it, hurry!” You were whining and demanding. You were beginning to get fidgety. You needed him.

And it doesn’t take much before he’s rapidly circling your clit, you letting out a sharp cry and cumming over his fingers. Unbeknownst of the person unlocking the door and hopping in the drivers seat.

“They’re in there behaving like idiots so imma just wait here with you gu — ” Turning around, you see Eren’s eyes nearly pop out of their sockets. Not only were you spread wide in the his back seat, but Jean had his hand on your pussy. He wasn’t even ashamed to say that he immediately felt the shock of said visual, being sent straight down to his cock.

“What is this, a party?” You chuckle. Honestly, your orgasm had felt too good and you had cum too hard to feel even an ounce of embarrassment in that moment.

“Shit, it can be.” He responded. Eren wasn’t one to beat around the bush, and you liked that. You’d be lying if you said he hadn’t crossed your mind in the sexual sense at least once. So, you had no problem with him being there.

He shifted in his seat, and you caught sight of his hard on through his sweats as well. It was a plus that everyone always dressed so comfy when you had outings such as these.

“You wanna watch? I mean, it is your car; and how mean of us would it be if we didn’t let you join in on the fun?”

You smile and turn back to Jean. He and Eren look at each other for a second or two and show no signs of protest. So, grabbing his middle and ring fingers together, you guide them to your entrance and push down so they’re inside of you, knuckle deep. And shit if this is how it feels with just his fingers? You truly couldn’t wait to have him hard and pulsing inside you.

“A-ah!” You lean your head to the side as you lift your shirt, exposing your chest, and taking your pert buds between your fingers, rolling them. You could see Eren in your peripheral vision massaging his dick through his clothing. You’ve gotta smirk at that. You loved the idea of putting on a show. Especially for two of your favorite boys.

The car filled with moans and heavy panting as jean not only fucked you with his fingers, but eren stroked himself, matching the set pace that Jean created. It wasn’t long before you were seeing colors, and screaming as you let loose all over him again.

Having now cum twice in a row, not even three minutes ago, you were tired, you could admit; but above all else you wanted to be completely and utterly filled to the brim with him.

And clearly he had plans in doing just that. He flipped you over so you were on your knees. Ass perked up and back arched with your hands against the car window. Lining himself up at your entrance, he let your slick coat his tip gliding it up and down collecting your juices and lubricating his cock, before it slipping inside.

“Fuck, Jean.” You whimper at the throbbing of your cunt, content with the feel of his shaft against your walls.

“Who knew you were such a dirty little slut, [Name]?” You could hear eren voice from up front.

“Hmm I wouldn’t say that, you’re still our little angel aren’t you, [Name]?” Jean asked as he began slamming his hips into you, giving you no time to ease into the stretch his cock was providing you with.

“Fuck yes, ‘m a good girl. Your perfect little angel. Always.” You were overstimulated and could feel yourself reaching the peak, once again. A hot warmth forming deep within you.

“That’s what I thought.”

“I’ve gotta say horse face, I’m a little jealous. You get to have her tight little pussy all to yourself while I’ve gotta sit here and pretend.” Eren’s stroking himself again, rubbing his thumb along the slit of his tip, red and throbbing, precum leaking. “So, you better fuck her good.”

Jean snarls and he’s quick with his response, before the conversation can even catch up with you. “Tch, best believe I will Jaeger. Don’t need you to tell me. I am the one balls deep in her aren’t I? She’s mine. All mine. So you just keep fucking that hand of yours Jaeger.”

You were positive that it would’ve turned into an argument if Eren wasn’t so focused on watching you in all your fucked out glory. It was all too much, his grunts alongside Jean’s hissing, and swearing with gritted teeth as he fucked into you. Your cheek smushed up against the glass, fog forming on it from your heavy breathing because when he said he’d fuck you good, he meant it.

The truck was rocking back and forth from how much movement was taking place, and if anyone were to walk by they’d know exactly what was happening inside.

It wasn’t long before you all found that fast — moving pace again. “O-oh my god. Right there, Jean. Pleasepleasepleaseplease, right there! Fuck!” And you were creaming over his cock, Eren following shortly after releasing in his hand and Jean pulling out before stroking himself and showering you with his seed on your back and ass.

For a minute there was just breathing within the car as everyone came down from their highs and the slow movements of cleaning up the evidence of what you three just partook in.

“I can’t even lie...that was hot.” Eren broke the silence and you all laughed, still out of breath, but you laughed nonetheless.

Your heads snapped as you heard the sound of laughter making its way towards the car. Instantly you slipped your sweats and shoes on, not having time for much else as the guys gathered their bearings as well.

“Finally, it took you idiots long enough.” Eren said as they started to hop into the truck, getting situated in their respective seats.

“We got carried away talking to everyone; and then Mikasa couldn’t decide what she wanted so we spent a lot time on that, sorry.” Armin added. Mikasa just nudged him and he laughed.

With everyone now inside, you felt that they were either too high not to notice your disheveled states, or were just aware enough to mind their business and not comment on the fact.

You sat on Jean’s lap, feeling him hard and poking your ass. Eren adjusts his rear view mirror, eyes glancing back at you both with a smirk on his lips, before putting the car in drive and heading off. It was gonna be a long night, that’s for sure.

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hentaimommi · 3 years

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ɴᴇʀᴠᴏᴜꜱ | ᴀʀᴍɪɴ ᴀʀʟᴇʀᴛ (x fem reader)

Summary: The "underground" ran gangs were no joke. It was all fun and games until Eren wanted coke.

Warnings: mentions of drug and alcohol use, smoking, violence, and death. seduction and smut

[A/N]: I'm not back but heres a draftt

unedited sorry for any mistakes xx

[N E R V O U S]

"Armin I'm serious, it'll be cool." Eren spoke calmly, discarding the rapper for his gum into the garbage. Armin twisted his thumbs together, tapping his foot. Eren had asked him to retrieve some so called 'package' from his dealer. He wasn't forcing it upon him, rather, calling in a favor. His reasoning had been 'I'll be busy with Mikasa.' Yet neither of them disclosed exactly why they'd be busy. Armin had never been the the underground part of the Shiganshina city. All he knew was it wasn't actually underground.

"I can do it, I guess." He sat back, crossing his legs. Eren smiled, opening the black drawer up below the table. Within it was illegal substances along with stacks of cash. Armin peaked over the edge, peering into it. The white of Eren's palm clasped over a band, sitting it onto the glass that had been separating both of them. "Just give him the band and take the package. In and out." The blonde swallowed dryly, reaching across the table. The stack was heavy, easily one thousand dollars. "Leave now and be back by eleven. If you run into trouble, call me."

His slender figure stood, nimble and sweaty fingers caressing through his blonde locks. Eren gave him a nod of confirmation as he began walking toward the door. His brain ran a million miles a second. He could die, or worse, get caught. The black sneakers he had on squeaked the marble floor as he exited the apartment building. The streets were slightly coated with fog, a byproduct of the earlier rain. Sweat began beading up on the back of his neck. He'd never broken a law; not a serious one anyways. Sure, he'd manipulated rules and broken them too. Yet, never this.

The car drive was long, music slowly blasting through the radio of his new BMW. Armin prioritized self establishment, meaning he had worked for and bought the car himself. It was his prized position; now running the streets of the underground. Pedestrians turned their heads to him, often seeing mothers chasing after their children who were out to play in the puddles. He almost felt bad for the people who lived here. As he drove on, though, the bar sign he was meant to go into flashed brightly.

"OPEN FOR BUSINESS"

All he wanted to do was turn around. Eren was his best friend, but he'd surely understand why. Even so, he got up and out of the jet black vehicle. His shoes made loud thunks against the puddles, making him cringe. Swiftly he pocketed his keys and walked toward the bar. Upon entering, the smell of Tito's and cigars singed his nose hairs. He xhexked his pocket once more for the band, finding it safely resting in the polyester.

His ocean blue eyes peeked every corner of the bar until finding what Eren had described when offering this job to him. A person in a coat, hat, and sunglasses. How cliche. The bar tender was sure to notice this, although he didn't believe they would care much. His footsteps were heavy walking over to the person, each drop of sweat being heavier than the last. "H-Hello, are you, uh-" He checked the paper once more to clarify the name, "Snake?"

"I am." A cool, yet high pitched voice swallowed him whole. He watched as you removed your coat, hat, and sunglasses. The turtle neck you had on perfectly covered how obviously large your chest was, him hoping you didn't notice how he had looked. You tapped the cigarette out on the ash trey side, then picked up your half glass of liquor. "So, you're Eren?" You asked, taking a sip of the drink. It burned, but you wouldn't let it show.

"No, uh, I'm his friend. A-Armin. He sent me." His nails scratched at the table finish, making you raise an eyebrow. It was obvious this man was here against his will, perhaps called in on a favor. You felt bad, he wasn't in his element. "I'm (F/N), most call me snake on account of my tattoo. How did you end up here, if I may ask?" He shifted, crossing his legs. "Eren called me in on a favor for him. I've never really done this before, b-but you seem..nice." He could feel the goosebumps racing. Your eyes were piercing, hair perfectly elotted out in front of your beautiful face. You spoke so cool, so calm, like you new everyone was afraid.

"Well Armin, I'll give you a little run down. I'm the leader of a gang around here called Rose. I've cheated, lied, stolen..killed," He shivered, but watched your beautiful orbs travel from the room back to him. "I have a soft spot for people like you; perhaps you in general, you're so..innocent. It's almost enticing how I can smell it on you." A large gulp could be heard, he hadn't expected you to take such a liking to him so quickly. Not a woman like you.

"I-Is that good?" You smiled, chuckling and sitting your empty glass back down hard enough to make him jump. "It's fantastic. Hand the band over." Shakily he did as you told, pulling the thick wad from his pocket and pushing it across the table. You smiled, racking your fingers through the green. Then, you slid the opposing package over to him. "Pure cut ivory, the rich snort this shit. Be safe with it, will yon?" He blushed a bit, then nodding. "Good boy, huh? It's getting dark, would you want me to drive?" He was a little shocked my your question, realizing the brown bag was still out on the counter. He then shoved it into his pocket, replacing the band.

"How would you get home?" He asked, worried. "Honestly I'll just have one of my men come pick me up, no biggie. Wouldn't wanna leave a piece like you out in the cold how would we?" You stood, throwing down a twenty for the waitress. Dusting yourself off, you gave a hand to Armin. He still wasn't sure about you driving, he had only just met you. Your passive comments of attraction gave him comfort, though. He followed you outside as you waved goodbye to the few patrons who still resided in the bar.

"So, which is yours?" You asked, hand referencing the large parking lot. "The black BMW." He answered with a sense of ego, proud of his buy. You smiled. "Sweet, let's go." He gave you the keys, watching carefully as you started the car and pulled out. You seemed to know the streets well as you drove back to the city. He gave you small winded ins on how to get to his place. As you all pulled in, he watched your thighs rub the leather of his seat from your black pencil skirt riding up.

"We're here. I'll call Levi to c-" "NO, no, please come in for a moment. If you wish." Armin blurted aloud, cursing himself for being so forward. You chuckled, taking the keys from the ignition. He guessed you had wanted to when you opened your door, then his door. "Take me home, cutie." He nodded, hands beginning to sweat in pockets. You followed him diligently to his apartment, where he unlocked the door. The place smelled of cinnamon, eyes locking on the gorgeous set up of his place.

It was color coded black and marble, along. with white and brown. It looked expensive and large, too. "You can uh, sit your coat on the rack. I'll make drinks." He sat his own coat on the couch, headed over to the bar. You hung your coat up, trickling your way through the corridor and into the living room. A large flat screen was held above a fire place, two white couches facing the set up. You sat down softly, taking off your shoes and putting them next to the couch arm. "You must bring a lot of women here." You watched as he brought the drinks over, sitting them onto matching coasters. Armin chuckled softly, sitting next to you.

"I've never brought a woman home. I guess I'm not much of a womanizer." He scratched the back of his neck, watching as you picked up the glass. The rim stained with your burgundy lipstick, your tongue seductively wiping away the liquid from your lips. "I beg to differ." He could feel himself getting hard; from the moment you all met to now, you'd been complimenting him. He felt a connection to you, finally taking his chance to make love to someone. Although he had never, he wished it be special, and perhaps this would be.

"I've never met anyone like you, (F/N). I don't even know your last name and yet, you're so enchanting. Forgive me for thinking out loud." He took a sip, sitting the glass back down. "No, it's quite alright. I feel the same for you.." Your hand caressed his leg, trailing up his thigh. He watched, peaking to your thighs which were exposed again. Instantly he became hard, his cock pushing against his pants, begging for you.

In what seemed like an instant, he passionately grabs your face, kissing you softly. His lips were firm, obviously virgin. You held onto his hands with one of your own, the other entangled into his hair. His kiss only became more mature; deeper, if you would. Begging wordlessly. The heat between your legs grew while his cold hand slid up your thigh, contrasting the warm that had been growing for what felt like an lifetime. "I want you." He breathed, hand looping into your hair. "I want you so bad." You smiled, his head softly resting onto your heaving chest. "(F/N) (L/N). You can have me." "Armin Arlert."

After moments of hefty kissing and teasing, you all were back in his bedroom. Dimly lit as all rooms were, he watched your beautiful figure contort in the dark. You sat naked right above his cock, pulsating, precum beading. "Tell me Armin, do you like how I look?" You asked, pushing your clit onto his cock tip. He tensed, grabbing your hips. "I-I do." A sadistic smile returned to your face. "Fucking slut."

He relished the name you'd called him while you sat onto his hardness, hips rolling around. You were so tight, and had such a pretty pussy. He wanted to taste you, perhaps another time. Your body lifted up and down, fucking his cock so hard he felt as if he'd pass out. The snake tattoo you were known fro trailed from your thigh to your stomach, taking up half of the beautiful skin that resided there.

"Your tits are so god damn sexy." His hand pressed agaisnt the plush of your breast, softly caressing your nipple. The aftercare of sex was so beautiful; he'd came inside, but you'd let him rest onto you. He needed it. "You're god damn sexy." You responded as he nuzzled into your arm. "We need to get that coke to Eren, don't forget." You reminded.

"Eren can wait."

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