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sat0-get0 · 9 months

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・❥ 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞 - 𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐉𝐚𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐫

ꕥ 𝙘𝙬 : 𝙬𝙘: 1.9𝙠, 𝙨𝙪𝙗 𝙗𝙡𝙠 𝙛𝙚𝙢!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧, 𝙙𝙧𝙪𝙜 𝙪𝙨𝙚 (𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙙), 𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝 𝙨𝙚𝙭, 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚, 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙮, 𝙪𝙣𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙭 𝙬 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙥𝙞𝙚 (𝙥𝙡𝙨 𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 #𝙛𝙩𝙠), 𝙙𝙖𝙙𝙙𝙮 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙠, 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙨 𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣'𝙨 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙨, 𝙡𝙤𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜.. 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙚, 𝙥𝙚𝙩 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙨 (𝙢𝙖𝙢𝙖 & 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮), 𝙨𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙩 𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚, 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙛 𝙞 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙭𝙤𝙭𝙤 | 𝙢𝙙𝙣𝙞

✎ 𝘢𝘯 : 400 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭??? 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘶𝘻 𝘪 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘸𝘦 𝘺𝘢𝘭𝘭. 𝘵𝘺𝘴𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘮.𝘪.𝘢 𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘴𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦. 𝘪 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘴. 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺!! ༄

"Baby, don't start." Eren whispers in your ear. Jean, Armin, and Hange had agreed to come over to smoke and have a movie night at Eren's place and of course you'd be there. As soon as they came over, blunts had been rolled, rolling trays were on the small table in the living room, and they were already high.

You had joined shortly after and shared a blunt with Eren, allowing him to shot gun the smoke into your mouth every now n then. You weren't even paying attention to the movie at this point, mind fuzzy and eyes glued to your man. It started off with you intently staring at his face, eyes locking at his lips ever so often before continuing to pick up on any other details of his face. Then you began to kiss his face gently. A kiss on his cheek, on his nose, any spot you could find. But now you're having a full on makeout sesh with his neck and Eren knows exactly how you get after a blunt.

"Please, daddy." you whisper back, turning his face with your hand in order for him to meet your sad face. "Uh uh, no." he stops you instantly, shutting down whatever it is you're trying to start. Soon as you pull out that nickname, it's over and y'all are only on the first movie. You pout and climb off of him before leaving the living room. In 5 seconds, everyone hears a door slam and Eren sighs.

"Did anyone else here that?" Armin asks, eyes bloodshot red. Jean hums in agreement and nods. "Is she good?" he turns slowly to face Eren, watching as he sighs again. "Yeah, I'll check up on her to make sure." Hange puts on the next movie which is the most recent Avatar before getting comfortable on the couch again.

Eren opens the door to his bedroom and isn't shocked to see you laying there, back towards the door. You know who it is and don't even turn to face him. "Baby.." he calls out to you gently and all he receives in return is a small, dramatic sniffle. He sits by your sock-clad feet and puts a hand on your leg, gently rubbing your calf. "C'mere, mama." You crawl over to him on your knees, holding onto your hello kitty plush. You swing your leg over him and plop yourself in his lap once more, thick brown thighs draping over his.

"You that horny?" he asks and you nod, two-toned lips still pouty. He leans down to place his lips on yours, secretly thankful that you've surprisingly chosen not to put on lipgloss. (He hates the feeling of it on his lips). You're hesitant to reciprocate the kiss, only allowing him to get one peck before you're pulling away. He analyzes your features, still pouting. "I'm sorry for telling you no, baby." You look up at him with a brow raised. "Swear."

You let go of your plushie and wrap your arms around him, practically crashing your lips into his. Even Eren is caught off guard as you push him down onto the bed, lips still on his as you begin to grind against him. He lets you have this one, allowing you to indulge yourself with as much kissing as you want. Your tongue invades his mouth, finally not dry due to your needy actions, licking and sucking to your heart's content. You must've been pent up all day, so eager to rip his shirt off.

You yelp softly as Eren suddenly flips you both over, now being on top. You're instantly whining for his lips despite only being apart for 5 seconds as you watch him take off his shirt. "So fucking needy, mama." he mumbles as he leans down to capture your lips once more. The kiss doesn't last as long as you'd like it to and you practically whimper as he pulls away again. "Be patient." he tells you and you're about to open your mouth to protest until he gives you a look. Therefore, you simply huff and look away.

Eren reaches for the bottom of your shirt and lifts it up off you, instantly exposing your plush tits and hard brown nipples. As much as he'd love to suck on them, you two have already been in the room for far too long and he doesn't want it to seem like y'all are having sex despite y'all having sex. He swiftly pulls your shorts and panties down at once and isn't shocked to see how drenched you are. He could already feel it when you were grinding on him earlier.

"We gotta make this quick, okay, baby?" he tells you, lowering his sweats to reveal his dick, throbbing and aching 'cause of you. You don't even register his question as you stare at it like it's treasure. He can't help but chuckle at your reaction in your high state. You lay back down as Eren spreads your legs and pulls you closer to the edge of the bed, finally giving you skin to skin contact with his dick. He rubs it back and forth against your pussy, absolutely in love with the way you whimper everytime his fat tip nudges up against your clit.

"Daddy," you whine, reaching up towards him. He leans down to give you the kiss he knows you're begging for, still slowly moving his hips back n forth to feel your slick all over him. He allows himself to slide back one last time before pushing forward and this time, his dick slowly enters you, causing you to accidentally bite down on his lower lip. "Ouch." he giggles against your lips, continuing to impale your pussy on him. You can't even reply, brain short circuiting when he gives you a harsh thrust and is suddenly fully inside you. "You feel that, mama?" he mumbles lowly, gently kissing your jawline and placing pecks all the way down to your neck. "This what you wanted right?" he asks with a grin as he looks back up at you, eyes meeting yours that are equally as red.

Eren pulls out, leaving only his tip inside. His eyes remain glued to your face as he thrusts back in harshly, causing you to choke on your own lewd, loud sounds. Maybe he shouldn't have done that. He looks back at the door to make sure nobody's there before facing you again, taking note of your small tears brimming your bottom lashes. "So cute, baby." he leans down and kisses you, hips slowly moving against yours as he finally decides to fuck you properly. "You gotta stay quiet." he mumbles between kisses, gently nibbling at your lower lip before letting your lips take over.

You moan as quietly as possible, always being a loud one when it came to intimacy. Eren, paranoid that his friends will hear you, has to take safety precautions. So, he brings a hand up to your lips, letting his middle and ring finger slide into your mouth. You instantly suckle on them like it's muscle memory, pulling a groan from the man above you. "Fuck.." he mutters out, suddenly thrusting into you with more vigor. Your small whimpers vibrate through his hand and he can feel his dick throb due to all of it.

His fingers in your mouth have given you something to keep yourself grounded and now you feel is the perfect time to tease him. You tighten yourself around him, successfully squeezing his dick the way you do when you're about to cum. But by your face, he can tell you're doing this on purpose. "Sh.. shit." he swears, a bead of sweat dripping down his forehead. "Keep doing that shit and watch how fast I fill up this pussy, baby." He pulls his fingers out of your mouth and you giggle at the way he struggles to even speak.

"You think that's funny?" he asks, a glint of mischief in his eyes. Now you're definitely fucked. Now gripping your hips with both hands, and tighter than before, Eren is able to thrust as hard as he wants to. You gasp at the way he slams into your quivering pussy and have to slap your hand over your mouth. It's barely successful as you cry out against your palm at the way he fucks you, the sound of skin on skin echoing throughout the room. It's enough to cause your legs to try and close on their own but of course Eren doesn't allow that.

Your plush thighs begin to quiver as he brings a thumb to your clit, rubbing it the way that makes you cum on him everytime. Eren feels the way you're practically choking his dick and this time it's involuntarily. His hands slam down into the mattress as he whispers in your ear, "You coming, mama?" The most you can do is nod, trying not to cry out and expose the sinful things you and your boyfriend are up to. But he's making it real difficult for you with his words that spill from his lips like honey. "Come on, baby. I promise to cum if you do." he grins, hips stuttering as he tries to hold back his own orgasm.

"Promise I'll fill up that pretty pussy. You just gotta cum on me, baby, c'mon." And with that, your back is arching up off the bed. Eren has to put his own hand over yours as your orgasm hits you, thighs trembling against him as your eyes squeeze shut from the overwhelming sensation. The feeling of your pussy fluttering around his dick has his head spinning and he's suddenly filling you up like he promised, fucking his cum into you as he begins to babble. "I'm coming, baby, I'm coming, fuck, I'm-" he shoots out the last bit of cum he has left and collapses on top of you, chest heaving against yours.

You lay there in silence for a few minutes, Eren threatening to fall asleep until his head shoots up as he remembers he has guests over. "Oh shit- Y/N." he whisper shouts just to look down and see that you've actually fallen asleep. He groans, wanting to cuddle up with you but he knows he can't do his friends like that. Eren quickly runs into the bathroom, thankful to have one in his bedroom, and grabs what he needs. He returns to your sleeping form with a small moist towel and begins to clean up the mess of fluids below your waist. You let out a tiny whimper as he, as gently as he possibly can, cleans the mess of cum from your pussy. "Sorry." he mumbles, placing a small peck on your forehead after completing the first task. He grabs your silk bonnett and carefully lifts your head up in order to put it on you before lifting you up and placing you in your usual sleeping spot on his bed. He drapes his blanket over you and has accepted that you'll grumble in his ear in the morning over your lack of clothes but has to speed tf up.

Eren cleans himself off before putting his clothes back on, looking in the mirror to fix his hair and heading back into the living room. "Oh shit, I forgot you was here." Jean says, startled a bit by Eren's presence. He has what appears to be another blunt in his hand. "So, she good?" Armin asks. Eren reaches for Jean's blunt and nods before taking a hit. He blows out the smoke before adding, "She went to sleep." "Nah, you put her to sleep." Jean giggles like a little school girl, nudging Armin's shoulder who chuckles along with him. "You not getting this blunt back." Eren rolls his eyes.

𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 ✩

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demiesworld · 9 months

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IMAGINE... eren having you suck his dick and then sending a video of it to your annoying ex.

you were sitting on your knees, hands rubbing on eren's thick thighs, while your mouth was stuffed with his cock when it happened. your phone kept pinging. eren would have just dismissed it as one of your homegirls texting you some off-the-wall shit, but when he glanced to see who it was from, that's when he got mad. "hold up. stop!" he exclaimed, putting a hand on your forehead and forcing you to stop sucking his dick. as much as he wanted you to continue, he was furious about an unknown number texting you. eren unlocked your phone using the four digit PIN code you had and then read the messages you were receiving. "who tf is this?" he showed you the phone's screen, holding the phone up to your face, and squeezing it so tight it could of shattered in his hand. your eyes squinted at the number then you grew surprised when you recognized it. "t-that's... my ex." "your ex?!" eren shouts and flips the phone screen back to him. "how in tf did this fool get your number ma'?" "idk eren, please don't," "nah bc this fool gon learn today, and you are too." your breath hitches and you feel a throbbing between your legs when he said that. eren told you to go back to sucking his dick, which you do without question or argue. eren shifts on the sofa, spreading his legs wider, whilst opening the camera on your phone and recording you sucking him off. the flash on, and it zoomed in to his fat, rigid cock slathered in your spit mixed with his precum in your tiny mouth. his inked hand appeared in the frame, and long fingers grasping the back of your head. "this your girl right?" your glassy eyes seductively look up at the camera, and eren chuckles, "my bad lil bro, this was your girl. till your ass fumbled the bag and let her get with someone like me. shiiit, now she don't wanna leave. ain't that right ma?" you briefly nod your head before bobbing your head up and down as if putting on a show for both eren and your annoying ex. eren raised your head up from his leaking dick and you released it with a wet "pop". your chest was heaving as you were gasping for air. "eren..." "come on baby, tell this lil punk that you're good over here." "...im good over here. s-stop texting my phone." your boyfriend flipped the camera to the front, showing his face as you returned back to sucking his dick. eren smirked into the frame, then sneers, "you heard it here lil bro. now stop texting her, she busy."

♛demie: originally i had this with toji or gojo in my mind, but i really wanted to write some eren content so... yeahhhh.

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pinkmirth · 1 year

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𝒮ℋ𝒪𝒲𝒯ℐℳℰ!

ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝓇ℴ𝒸𝓀 '𝓃 𝓇ℴ𝓁𝓁!

𝒮𝒴𝒩𝒪𝒫𝒮ℐ𝒮 ༉‧₊˚. eren’s got mere minutes to make it to the stage, but he’ll need a taste of you before he goes.

𝒞𝒪𝒩𝒯𝒜ℐ𝒩𝒮 ༉‧₊˚. ( 3.1k words of . . . ) rockstar!eren jaeger x fem!reader (black coded), nsfw/smut, modern au, established relationship, subtle themes of coercion, quickie, pwp, eren has tattoos, reader wears a mini-skirt & crop top, mentions of cunnilingus and squirting, fingering, titty-sucking, handjob, semi-public (in the hallway), wall sex, eren has a tongue piercing + genital piercing, unprotected/no condoms, use of petnames (baby, princess), explicit language, minors shoo!

𝓂𝓎 𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁ℯ 𝓁ℴ𝓋ℯ 𝓁ℯ𝓉𝓉ℯ𝓇 . . . (let it be known that this is an edited and revised repost of my earlier released fic!) — i was inspired by this artwork, all credits go to @lyco_aot on twitter. rockstar rennie has been PLAGUING my mind!

Eren knows better than this.

He should be in room-thirty to test the sound systems for the concert, or squeezing in one last practice session with his bandmates. But what’s the need for such preparations when he could have his hand up your skirt?

“Why’d you bring me here?” The stale atmosphere of the secluded hallway is permeated by your whisper. Eren insisted that it was something ‘important’, but your mind’s preoccupied with the upcoming show. Before you can question him further, he takes hold of your waist and guides you backwards until your back meets the wall, and your leg bumps a nearby guitar case in the process. Eren’s touch is hasty– he’s in a rush.

“Let’s fuck.” Direct as ever, Eren boldly initiates. He seems to have forgotten that his performance is just around the corner. You plant your hands on his chest, feeling warmth radiate onto your palms. Despite your growing appetite for him, you know that giving in would only encourage his reckless behavior.

“Now?” You let out an airy, incredulous laugh. Surely he couldn't be serious, not when he only had a handful of time left to make it to the stage.

“Right here, right fuckin’ now.” Eren firmly decides. The conviction in his voice tells you how much he needs this; needs you. He keeps your body close, emphasizing his arousal by pressing the outline of his erection to your pelvis. The rough denim of his pants chafe against your tiny fabric skirt. He toys with your thighs in his large hands, squeezing at doughy flesh and poking his fingers through the holes of your ripped black stockings. You whine over the ticklish brush of his fingertips.

Eren swipes his hair back to rest behind his ear, a continual habit of his. Long, fluid tresses spill down his broad shoulders, and you can't resist brushing a few dark strands out of his face. His teal eyes are filled with swirling passion as he gazes at you, undeniably lovestruck. To break away from his intense stare, you mention the opening act that’s soon to start. He could definitely use a reminder.

“The concert, ‘Ren.”

“I know.” Your metalhead boyfriend pulls an unconcerned pout. He's never been one for taking responsibility. In his defense, Eren’s confident that he's fully prepared; having practiced his guitar solo tirelessly. His makeup’s finished up too, ink-black eyeliner applied to his waterline in flawless strokes.

He certainly looks show-ready; his grungy appearance is unmistakably ‘Eren-like’. He’s got on his favorite platform boots, the buckled ones that cause a dull echo with every step he takes, along with adding a few spare inches to his already tall stature. Spiked bracelets adorn his wrists, clinking as he rests his hands on the small of your back to tug you close. A loose fitting tank top drapes over his body, revealing the expanse of his warm olive skin. The most striking aspect of his appearance is impossible to ignore— through the tattered jeans he wears, you catch a glimpse of his boner, straining at the dark denim.

Evidently, he’s ready as can be. All that’s left is to get in a short-and-sweet fuck before hitting the stage. He might even use the flimsy excuse that it’ll help him shake off some nerves.

You seem unwilling to take such a risk, especially after how things turned out the last time his libido got the best of him. A few weeks back, Eren failed to notice his cue to take the stage; he was far too occupied with swirling his shiny tongue piercing around your clit. Once he finally arrived, the mussed state of his chocolate-brown hair was enough to let his bandmates know that he’d ‘taken you backstage’... You doubt that they’ll allow you and Eren to live it down.

“You remember what happened the other time,” You mention, dreading the thought of being at fault for another delay. He lifts a thick brow, lips turning upwards into a look of mischief. “Yeah, I remember. You came all over my tongue. I even had to take off my shirt and—”

“Ugh, Eren!” You smack his chest, cheeks going hot with flush. All the while, his prankish laughter ensues. How could you forget? You squirted all over him. The shirtless look only added to his heavy-metal charm, so the mishap worked out for the better. That still won’t hinder him from teasing you endlessly.

“You upset with me?” Eren stifles a chuckle. Upon seeing your eyes roll, he chooses to take it easy on you. “M’sorry, baby... It was hot, though.” He murmurs, squeezing your ass unashamedly. His large hands knead and grope in just the way you like. “I’ll be quick this time around, yeah?” You take his promise with the slightest grain of salt.

Seeking to mend your bruised ego and win you over, he presses fluttery kisses to your neck. It doesn’t take long for him to leave your jugular and gravitate towards your lips. It begins with warm pecks and lightly mingled breaths of air, until his head tips to the right, assertively prodding out his tongue. The silver ball in his mouth coolly grazes your bottom lip as he suckles on it.

You raise a knee to his erection, gently adding pressure. His body jolts at the friction. Eren instinctively grinds his hips, “Fuck, you can’t let me go out there like this,” he groans into your agape mouth. You swallow his sounds, eagerly returning haphazard kisses. “Lemme fuck you good. Please, baby?” He lowly whines against your lips.

“… Don’t take too long.” you sigh out a huffy response, as if you haven’t been convinced ever since he gave your butt a thorough grab. It was just satisfying to hear him plead for you.

He perks up to reveal a dangerous grin, eyes glinting with mischief. “I won't.” And with that, Eren’s flipping up your small skirt. Nimble fingers trace over your panties, feeling at the dampness he caused. Abruptly, your fingers tighten around his shoulders. He pauses at the sudden hitch of your breath.

“What is it? You okay?” to his relief, you meekly nod your head. “Yeah, but we’re in the hallway.” you mention, breathless. He merely shrugs in reply. The tips of his fingers are stationed at the lacy band of your underwear, hooked and ready to pull.

“So?”

“Anyone could walk in on us,” You clarify. Again, he gives a careless shoulder shrug, seeing no need for concern. You feel your patience slipping away. “Do you want your drummer to catch us doing it? Or worse, your manager?”

To that, Eren zealously laughs. “I brought us here for a reason. It’s empty,” his assuring tone provides you with a sense of comfort. “Just trust me, alright?” His fingers ghost over your nub, until he’s rubbing you through your panties. Eren watches the worry melt right off of your pretty face, lips going agape. You end up making more noise than intended when a moan escapes you.

“So loud,” he tauntingly clicks his teeth, “You don’t give a fuck anymore, do you?” Eren chuckles through his nose. He tugs the barrier of cloth aside, feeling at your puckering hole and gathering your sticky essence with the pad of his finger. He sends you a wicked grin before delving in, making light scissoring movements by spreading his lithe digits apart. He knows that time isn’t on his side, but Eren simply can’t imagine skipping out on prep. You need the stretch, even if it’s just for the briefest minute, in order to accommodate him later.

Years of strumming and plucking guitar strings have made him proficient at using his fingers, much to your benefit. The pace builds, with Eren rapidly entering and exiting. The veins in his tattooed forearm protrude as he moves with purpose. He struggles against the clench you’ve sucked him into, gritting his teeth and muttering curses about your tightness. You writhe against the wall, freeing out uneven puffs of air and repetitive calls of his name. Suggestively wet squelches accompany your shaky voice.

“Ohmygod— Eren!” you release a jagged cry. In an instant he’s slipping out, leaving you void and aching for him. Eren lolls out his tongue, bringing his soaked digits to his lips and licking them clean of your essence. You catch onto the slight gleam of his piercing while he laps at the pads of his fingers. “Wish I could eat your sweet pussy, baby,” he mumbles, peering at you through low-lidded eyes. “But there ain’t enough time.”

Eren transfixes his gaze on your boobs. He’s captivated by the rhythmic heaving, watching your chest rise and fall like a tide. Your cropped shirt comes with a dipping v-neck, leaving room for your cleavage to spill past the shallow neckline. There’s red text on the top, ‘PARADIS DEVILS’ displayed in brutal font. Seeing you in his merchandise makes his dick throb.

He fondles your clothed breasts in his sizable hands, scrunching your top above your chest and expertly unclasping your bra. He dips down to level with your chest as soon as the undergarment hits the ground, latching his mouth onto your left nipple. It perks and hardens underneath the chill metal of his piercing. You're lathered in his spit as he makes a mess out of you.

“I fuckin’ love you,” Eren slurs, gazing up at you from between your tits with the sparkliest turquoise eyes. Saliva coats his plump lips. You hum at his ministrations, running a hand through his dark hair. “I love you too, baby, but don’t spend all our time on my boobs.” you giggle, gently thumbing his bottom lip.

“Mm… fine,” he mindlessly hums. With one last kiss to the valley of your breasts, Eren reluctantly breaks away and begins to search through the pocket of his black Balmain jeans. He pushes past bobby pins, crumpled pieces of paper from his lyric notepad, a low-charged AirPod case and some guitar picks, until eventually removing a thin hairband.

Defined muscle of his inked biceps ripple as Eren swipes his lengthy hair back and messily bunches it together, holding the hair-tie between his teeth. Your eyes stay trained on the flexure of his tatted arms. “I wanna be able to see you.” His explanation comes out muffled. Hair falls in stray pieces over his forehead, and you can't help but adore the careless bun he threw it all into.

With his brown tresses out of view, Eren’s features have become sharper— enhanced, even. You admire the structured angle of his jaw, the straight slope of his nose, and the subtle cupid's bow of his pink lips.

Eren hurriedly reaches for his pants, studded belt jangling as he undoes it. The dark jeans drop to his ankles, pooling over his bulky shoes. He brings his boxers down with the denim, too. Eight lengthy inches spring free, erect and throbbing in a way that only you can relieve him of. Near the slit of his reddened cockhead lies a stainless-steel bar— the Prince Albert piercing that Eren impulsively got done a couple months back. It adds more stimulation than you could imagine.

He pulls up his graphic tank top and holds it between his teeth, allowing the tip to bob against his lean abdomen. Your eyes can’t seem to break away from the trance of his pulsing cock. Reaching forward, your dainty hand closes around him. Eren hisses at your touch, shuddering over the lazy twirl of your hand as you stroke him. Your thumb goes over the precum-smeared head.

“Fuck, babe,” his mouth drops. “Jus’ hop on my cock already.” You free him from your salacious grasp to hook one leg around his hip, using the other foot to manage balancing your weight on your heel. Your knee-high platform boots produce a low squeak as the soles rub against the ground. Eren warmly pats your sides, prompting you to climb onto him.

“Hold onto me,” he says. You launch yourself up with a little jump, allowing him to do the rest. His strong arms encircle your thighs, hauling you up and supporting your weight underneath his wide palms. You lock your legs around his hips, emitting a faint whine when his dick brushes past your damp folds.

“M’gonna be fast about it,” is Eren’s low disclaimer. You deserve to know that once he starts, he won’t be letting up. His tip catches your engorged nub in the process of him lining up with your fluttering entrance. “You can handle that, right, princess?” You give an eager nod, dazedly looking at him through wispy curled lashes. Your hands are stationed at his shoulders, your grip secure as he keeps you pinned to the wall with his body weight.

Then comes the sudden ping of his phone, chiming from the pocket of his jeans that lay rumpled at his feet. Without even a glance, he recognizes it as a notifier for the performance beginning shortly. “Goddamn.” Eren detests being rushed like nothing else. Nevertheless, he has to make due with the timeframe. The show starts in ten measly minutes, but he’ll manage to satisfy the both of you in five, give-or-take.

“We’re on the clock, ‘Ren. Hurry up ‘n fuck me.” you release a sigh. “Yeah?” Eren hardly speaks, just barely, tongue prodding at his inner cheek. He sees your intention; you simply mean to spur him on since there's no time to waste. The quiet answer he gives is domineering— his firm glare contains a look of raw desire. At long last, he’ll have his way with you.

One fluid motion is all it takes for Eren to drive himself into your sopping core. He’s been inside for no less than a millisecond, but he’s surely about to lose his mind in this pussy— you’re somehow tighter than before, wetter than ever, and squeezing the fuck out of his long, meaty cock.

“Mm, fuck!” You gasp out through tremulous breaths. The vicious way he plunges in and draws out wrings a moan straight from your throat. You feel him twitching intensely from within you, just as the sensation of your contracting walls make his eyes roll to the back of his head.

Given his size, it doesn’t take long for him to reach deep and stir you up from the inside out. His piercing immediately grazes your sweet spot, wracking a mewl from your plush lips. Before you can remotely adapt to him, Eren’s pulling out and slamming back in again, reaching the hilt with every periodic snap of his hips. Your body jolts in his arms. The thick stretch is fleeting and doesn't have a chance to settle in.

“Ah— ‘Ren!” He drinks in your cries, gracing you with the sloppiest of open-mouthed kisses. He rocks you back and forth with pure strength, bouncing you on his dick. The sharp resound of clapping skin penetrates the air— but not as deep as he’s penetrating you. He ruts into you manically, the speed unrelenting. Your manicured nails pierce the tan skin of his shoulders. “I got you, baby,” Eren grunts, voice strained. “I got you.”

He’s entranced by your being, wholly absorbed in how good you make him feel. Eren conveys his affection by maintaining impassioned eye contact, which he never breaks even when pounding into you. His key pendant dangles between your sweat-sheen bodies, swinging with every thrust.

Eren’s tempo picks up. Urgently, he fucks you against the ceramic wall. “I’ve— shit, been waitin’ to do this all day,” he admits through breathy whimpers, the silver ball in his mouth gleaming when he speaks. Despite his best efforts, Eren found himself constantly distracted during microphone testing and instrument rehearsals, as thoughts of you consumed his mind. The day progressed, and his yearning for you only ever grew stronger, until he was unable to resist. He witnesses your beauty and can’t help the urge to bask in it— to bask in you.

“I could fuck you for hours,” Eren groans, punctuating his words with harsh upward thrusts. Your tits bounce against his chest as he delivers forceful, calculated strokes.

Your climax nears. It’s undeniable, considering how you clamp down on his girth like nothing else matters. “I—I’m so close!” you hiccup, choking on your words. It’s like you can feel the dick in your throat. You’re going crazy, and world-renowned rockstar Eren Matthew Jaeger is to blame. If he continues to whisk your guts around like this, you’ll wind up with an empty brain and a full womb— and Eren’s determined to make that happen before the opening act.

“Gonna come, baby?” he coos, flashing you a crude smile. Your reply consists of a fractured whine, with a high-pitched 'mm-hm!' being the only discernible utterance. He prompts your brewing orgasm by drilling away at your cunt. “Then fuckin’ do it.” His guttural command impels you to snap. When you throw your head back and spasm in his arms, Eren knows he’s done it; made you cum all over his dick in no less than four minutes.

He’s soon to follow. Eren leans his forehead onto yours, panting out calls of your name against your lips. The deepness of his moans reverberate and bounce around your ears– you can hear his desperation to finish. He buries his face into the crook of your neck when he ultimately comes, cock jumping as he uses your snug pussy to empty his balls. You're filled with him to the very brim, warm seed trickling past your cunt in pearly white globs.

Your frantic heartbeat begins to calm as the high gradually wears off. You unclasp Eren from your iron grip, and he guides you back down to your feet. He chuckles over the slight shake in your legs. “Careful,” He embraces you tightly, providing a stable anchor and keeping you from stumbling against the wall for support. You lean into him, wrapping your arms around his slim waist to give a weary hug.

“I finished in time. Told you not to worry,” he mutters, chin resting atop your head. As always, his restive hands find their way to the round of your ass.

“If you didn't, I woulda’ made you go out there with your pants down.” you scoff at him. Eren’s chest vibrates with unbelieving laughter. “Sure you would, princess.” He pulls his jeans back into place and fastens the belt. As for you, he helps to flatten out your bunched-up skirt. From underneath soaked panties, you keep loads of his arousal stored inside of your spent pussy. He’s truly blessed to have such a pretty little cumdump.

“I’ll take care of you properly after the show,” Eren faintly whispers, low-toned words fluttering onto the shell of your ear. His assured promise makes you wet with anticipation. He grabs his cherry red guitar from the sticker-covered case and slings it over his shoulder, exchanging a pillowy-soft kiss with you before parting ways.

Eren knows so much fucking better than this— sneaking in a fast-fuck before a gig. Lust clouds his better judgment.

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f4irycafe · 2 years

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Eren desperate with the idea of giving you his baby. You first noticed after you were done having sex. He had finished inside of you and usually he’d pop down beside you and pamper you with kisses and then clean you up but this time? He was just staring at your vagina. ”Ere-“, you try but he quickly hushes you.

“Hm? Let’s just fix this” as he fingers back in the sperm that was dripping out of your cunt. He wouldn’t want anything to go to waste. You squeak so he just tells you it’s gonna be okay while he pats your hair and kisses your forehead

y'all nasty ... i love it. requests are open for thirsts !!

eren knew exactly how to fuck the soul right out of your body, and tonight was no different. you had just finished your third round, and you were pretty sure you wouldn't have been able to move even if you wanted to. your mind was foggy with lust, your hands still grasping at the pillows as you tried to ground yourself in this reality.

the silence and lack of touch began to unsettle you. usually after you finished having sex, he'd scoop you into your arms and gave you all the love, reassurance, and care you could need. today was different, he seemed still stuck in his head.

"ren?" you asked when you didn't feel your boyfriend's strong hand enveloping your body as they usually did.

"it's all good baby. all good." he sounded as if he was stuck in a trance, still kneeling between your legs as he started at your pulsating cunt.

"what-?" you started, only to be quieted by your man.

"shhh. lemme fix this real quick," he mutters, running a hand through his long, shoulder-length hair to pick up the stray pieces that fell out of his ponytail. before you can ask what he meant, his fingers are prodding at your asshole. you go to protest, you're not sure you could survive another round, but he doesn't put them inside of you. no. he dragged his fingers from your second hold to your first, scooping up his disgarded cum as he goes.

his eyes are blown wide, his mouth hanging open slightly as his tongue sticks out of his mouth in concentration, literally drooling at the sight of your pussy.

"gotta keep it all inside hm?" he asks in a sickenenigly sweet voice as he hovers over your body, his lips gently making contact with your cheek and jaw as he kisses you. "wouldn't want any to go to waste."

notes: screaming crying, holy shit i love him.

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synamoly · 1 year

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INK, E. YAEGER

tags/warnings: black coded! fem! reader + tattoo artist! eren, spanking (brief), breeding kink, mating press, unprotected sex, size difference, slight manhandling | 1.3k words

a.n: tis an apology for my slow updates to eternal

tattoo artist eren! who’s amassed millions of followers through his incredible tattoo skills. he only follows you on all of his accounts, even his professional account. he knows you hate it and he doesn’t care, even if the two of you are supposed to be separated for reasons still unresolved. your account is private, so fans are left curious about your connection to the famous tattoo artist.

tattoo artist eren! who’s pretty secretive about his life, enough for his followers to wonder what your importance is to him. enough for them to not know that you are the mother of his 6 month old daughter, noelle.

tattoo artist eren! who never misses any of noelle’s milestones despite your separation. calling you because he knows that today she turns six months old.

"bring her over today." with furrowed eyebrows, you shift your phone between your head and shoulders as you change yet another diaper. eren can hear her coos in the background. it only makes him miss her more—and you, but he's not sure if he's allowed to admit that.

"can’t, i’m about to drop her off at my parents house for a couple hours. i already promised them." you can hear him suck his teeth at your response.

"stop by the shop then, i wanna see my baby.” you sigh, not wanting to take any detours despite agreeing. besides, you can't make any excuses, especially since you have to drive past his shop to get to your parents house. eren hasn't seen noelle in a couple weeks due to work and you know how much he hates leaving her.

"fine, i’ll be there soon." you can already see the smirk on his face. he thanks you before you can hang up. you huff, leaning down to lift noelle with a kiss to her cheek, all fresh and clean now. "wanna see your papa today, huh baby?"

tattoo artist eren! who still can’t keep his eyes off you when you walk in with a long, cream colored maxi dress adorning your pretty brown skin. he greets you with a longer than needed hug, letting his hands linger on your lower back before eagerly reaching out for his baby. you can’t help but smile as he gives her a mini tour of his shop. he holds her with only one of his strong arms, his dark tattoos contrasting noelle's pink onesie.

tattoo artist eren! who makes you laugh when noelle begins crying in his arms. no matter what he tries, from gentle rocking to even making silly faces, she won’t stop. and you know exactly why she’s crying. he looks to you and all you can do is open your arms.

"oh, are you hungry sweet girl? you didn't wanna eat earlier." eren merely watches as you pull the straps of your dress down. her wails simmer down within seconds, mouth quickly finding your swollen nipple. you gently rub her back as she drinks, humming a small tune as well. you find yourself distracted, forgetting about eren's gaze until he speaks.

breastfeeding your child in your ex’s tattoo shop, huh.

"she eats a lot, doesn't she?" you nod.

"mhm, i wonder who she gets it from." he chuckles but doesn't say anything in return. the two of you merely observe the beautiful being you created together.

tattoo artist eren! who always seems to end up making your business his, closing up shop and tagging along with you to your parents. how you ended up in the passenger seat of your own car will be talked about another day. something about you being a bad driver. okay, you’ll let it slide. but you do know that little voice in your head is telling you that you didn’t need his help with grocery shopping…or carrying the groceries into your apartment.

tattoo artist eren! who makes you a babbling mess with his cock on your living room couch. your poor dress is stretched between erens fingers as he drives his cock into your sopping pussy. you feel stupid for allowing this happen, but you’ll think about that when his cock isn’t so deep in your tummy. he’s made you cum twice already, your poor couch cushions are soaked.

his hand releases your dress, stilling inside you just to push your dress all the way up your chest, just enough to reveal the tattoo down your spine. the one he did himself. the fine lines of black ink against your brown skin look oh so pretty. his hands smooth down your back, thumbs adding a gentle pressure to your spine. completely aware of your sensitivity to his touch.

pleasepleaseplease.

“missed you like this...” he murmurs, you hate how calm and collected he can be when he fucks you like this. he pays attention to all the little moans, breaths and shivers he gets out of you. how you’re dripping around him, how deep his cock is in you. “did you miss me too?” with your face buried into your forearms for any sort of stability, you can only glare at him through the side of your eye. tears beading at the corners. your lack of response irritates him.

“huh?” he raises his hand, landing on your ass with just enough pressure to sting. you yelp, the pain sending little bits of electricity to your pussy. “use your words.”

“m-missed you too! i missed you so much…!” the corners of his lip curve upward ever so slightly, satisfied with your answer. flipping you on your back, his hands push your legs back until your knees are against your chest. your eyes now see his full, disheveled appearance. his hair tie is long gone, letting those pretty tresses loose. a thin sheen of sweat over his tattoos on his chest. there’s a dark, almost scary look in his eyes. the last time eren was like this resulted in the birth of noelle.

his heavy cock rests in between your cunt, coated in all of your slick. he leans down, his gold chain brushing against your chest. his brown hair tickles your forehead, deep green eyes piercing into your own. your lips connect with his before he can. he missed those soft lips of yours, deepening the kiss until all he can hear is wet sounds and your little whimpers spilling into the kiss. you wrap your arms around his neck, hugging him closer to you. he doesn’t break the kiss when he presses his leaky tip against your hole, swallowing your moan when he presses in further all the way until he’s almost kissing your cervix.

he starts with slow, controlled thrusts before releasing the kiss and putting your legs over his shoulders. by now you can’t control your voice, and eren couldn’t be more happy. he can’t last long with a pussy like this, the way your walls flutter around him should be considered a crime. you’re squirming underneath him, your sweet essence dripping down his balls with every deep thrust. manicured nails brushing against his pelvis in an attempt to gently relieve some of the pressure.

he shakes his head, swatting away your fingers. “what happened to my big girl? take your dick like you used to.”

“s’been awhile…! i-i haven’t slept with anyone since you.” your voice gets quieter towards the end, turning your head to avoid his gaze.

his eyes soften, “fuck…you make it so hard for me to not put another baby in you, you know?” you scoff.

“very funny eren.” he sits up, running a hand through his tousled hair before he practically folds you in half.

“i’m not playing.”

tattoo artist eren! who receives a perplexed look from your parents—more specifically, your father. when he shows up right next to you at their door, ready to pick up noelle. your mother knows what’s going on, leaving you embarrassed when she gives you the all knowing look.

the call from your mother that night goes just how you expected.

“playing around like that is how i ended up with your brother.” you laugh, but you know there’s an underlying message in her words.

“i know, there’s just no getting rid of him.” you say, brushing his fly always from his sleeping face. the heavy arm currently wrapped around your waist is proof enough.

“oh honey, i know. i tried with your dad.”

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zairene · 10 months

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imagining eren yaeger as a hopeless romantic.

eren, who can’t help but imagine the typical love story. finding a beautiful girl one day by accidentally knocking into her, while he profusely apologizes as he would pick up her things. and as he finally collects his thoughts he would make eye contact with her, the butterflies swarming in the pit of his stomach. the way his cheeks will be covered in red hues, and his eyes would suddenly soften. he would think of her as absolutely breathtaking, able to steal the hearts of any ordinary person by just breathing in their direction. maybe this was just too much, or the fact that he thinks this much about someone he just met could possibly be creepy, but he didn’t think that mattered. the only thing on his mind would be to get her number. once she walks away, having given him her number, he would make sure she’s completely out of sight before doing a fist bump. knowing that was his biggest accomplishment of that day.

eren, who would think of his girlfriend, who he would already be deciding as his wife undoubtedly, as the sun to his moon, the stars to his galaxy. he would demolish forests just to be able to continue the chapters of their book going. he would be hopelessly in love and would endulge in that proudly, of course. of course he wouldn’t express most of these thoughts out loud, because he shows most of it through his actions. he would spoil his girlfriend with plenty and plenty of gifts, just to show how much he loves her. whether it be a night out, or that new designer bag that she eyed in the store for just a little too long. he would do anything to make sure she’s the happiest girl in the world.

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mamasbakeria · 1 year

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their favorite parts of the braiding process

summary: lmfao it’s just the title

genre | includes: headcanons, sfw, black reader, gn reader, established relationship

characters: eren jaeger, mikasa ackerman, armin arlert, sasha braus, jean kirschtein, connie springer, levi ackerman, hange zoe, erwin smith, historia reiss, ymir (not fritz), reiner braun, annie leonhardt, bertholdt hoover, marco bodt, miche zacharius, nanaba, zeke jaeger, yelena, onyankopon, pieck finger, porco galliard

author’s note: got my hair done a few days ago and i’ve been experiencing insane aot brainrot so here we are. ignore the way these got progressively longer lol. this was fun and i have some other ideas, maybe college won’t kill me before i post them. enjoy and lemme know what you think :)

the take down – you can’t really place them. they never want you to take your old hair out, but are all giggly with the scissors when you assert that it’s time. they can’t help it. even with all the build-up on your scalp, they think the return of your natural hair is something out of a fairy tale. they love the curl pattern left in your hair after weeks of being in braids and they love separating the braiding hair from your own. the scene stays the same: you’re on a pillow on the floor between their knees while a shitty hallmark romcom plays on the tv in front of you. both of you are armed with rattail and wide tooth combs, mentally preparing for all the shedding and breakage you’ll be brushing off the couch for the next few weeks. it’s routine at this point for them to jokingly hover the open scissors over the part of your braid where you know damn well your hair is and ask if they can cut from there. it’s also routine for the scissors to get snatched right out of their hands as you proceed to cut way below where your hair could logically be because “after all the time i spent fighting people in walmart for the mielle oil, i better have a natural 40 inch buss down under all this xpressions”.

EREN, ymir, PIECK, zeke (cut your hair like an inch from the scalp while removing butterfly locs one time and, to this day, you’ve never seen someone more terrified), nanaba, YELENA, onyankopon

the wash – they’re probably more excited about your hair getting washed than you are. they miss giving you scalp massages without having 6 weeks worth of gel and leave in conditioner left under their nails. what they didn’t get was why it took so long. it probably sparked an argument because they never spend that much time washing their hair, so why do you? it wasn’t until you made them watch as you and your detangling brush fought with your curls under the stream of water and nearly blacked out from the heat that they realized why the water bill was so high. to save your aching arms (and hopefully some extra cash) they offered to wash your hair for you. they nearly waterboarded you the first time, but with practice, they got better. now, nothing relaxes them more than lathering shampoo through your hair and occasionally spraying water in your face when you look too at peace. they buy you a salon wash basin for christmas so you both can stop crouching over the tub which is great, but where the fuck are you supposed to install it?

MIKASA, erwin, sasha, REINER (has the cutest smile when you sigh in response to him scratching that one spot on your scalp), hange, jean, annie, porco

the blowout – they don’t realize, especially if your hair is type 4, that detangling during the wash is only half the battle. it doesn’t matter how silky smooth it got in the shower, the second the blow dryer is out, it all goes to hell. i hope you’re not tenderheaded because the fight between them and your curls is long and painful. but it's a battle they refuse to let you fight. god forbid you try to blow out your own hair– they get sooo upset. which confuses you because the way they grumble under their breath while passing the comb attachment through your hair has you convinced they’re only doing it to work out some unresolved stress. the truth is, they just know you’ll forget to use heat protectant and wind up frying your hair. and they know how upset you get when you realize some of your roots didn’t get stretched. so they’ll (gently) muscle their way through the most stubborn tangles any day if it means getting to see you smile at how healthy your hair looks and how much it has grown since the last time you saw it like this. they love how your hair now floats around you. they don’t love how sore their arms are. “damn, no wonder you’re so strong.”

connie, PORCO, BERTHOLDT, armin, miche, MARCO (probably cries when the comb extension breaks in your hair)

the beauty supply runs – the simultaneously dull and fluorescent lighting casts an otherworldly glow over the aisles of gel, deep conditioner, kankelon hair, and wig glue. for some reason, there’s always a childlike gleam in their eye as they scan the wigs along the wall. you have to hold their hand every time so they don’t wander off. it’s not like the store is big–you could probably read each other’s lips while standing on opposite sides–but if given the freedom to roam, you’d be leaving $250 poorer than you planned for with bags full of stuff you absolutely don’t need. “babe we have matching bonnets, we don’t need them in zebra stripes too.” if you can convince them to stick with you, they’re snatching every bottle you pick up out of your hand. before you can even begin questioning them, they’ve already started reciting information about the ingredients of the products and why it isn’t good for your hair’s porosity. you can only stare dumbly as they hand you a better option to try because you have no idea when they would have had time to do any of this research. the favorite part of the trip for both of you is picking the color you’re doing next. the average passerby would think you’re trying to decide which wire to cut so you don’t detonate a bomb with how hard you both scrutinize the packs of color 30 and 350 in front of you (ginger is always your color)

HANGE, marco, mikasa, ONYANKOPON (will give you the dirtiest look if you so much as glance at a cantu product), pieck

the parting – this is the first step of the actual installation process that you involve them in. before they used to sit next to you on the couch as you did it all yourself, committing every movement your fingers made to memory and keeping you company. they would frown as you cursed your lack of ability to see perfectly behind your head and parted the same section over and over again. they wanted to offer help, they really did, they just didn’t trust themselves enough. so when you both started working from home and you didn’t care what your parts looked like, you let them try. it wasn’t perfect the first time, or the second. for about a month, you rock faux locs with a scalp that looks like the drawing on your fridge gifted to you by your 5 year old nephew, but that’s what beanies are for. rough start aside, they pick up on it quickly. they figure out how much gel you really need for your braids to look neat and don’t overdo it. wielding the comb with confidence, they cut through your hair like butter. soon they’re parting your hair into boxes, hearts, arches, diamonds, and whatever else you could imagine like moses did the red sea. “babe do you think it would look good if i make one of them look like my initials?”

ARMIN, eren, levi, ERWIN, ZEKE, historia (got really good really fast… hisu who do you fuck in the city when i’m not there?), bertholdt

the braid down – they’re in awe of the dexterity of your stylist's fingers as she adds pieces of braiding hair to your own and hardly looks down while nimbly braiding all the way to the ends. they sit through all your appointments–locs, press and curls, protein treatments, wig installs–but nothing fascinates them as much as the art of a simple braid. they ask all sorts of questions about what your stylist is doing and even start putting hair on the rack to make the process go smoother. they pay even more attention when you do it yourself because they aren’t worried about distracting anyone from doing their job. before long, they know almost everything there is to know about your braids except for how to do them. and they want to know so badly. the opportunity arises when you both relocate to a new city and all the “stylists” are charging $300+ for smedium mid-back knotless braids. you’d do it yourself, but you broke two fingers during the move-in process and aren’t skilled enough to work around it. you think you need to coach them through the process, but are pleasantly surprised when they get the grip right the first time and are halfway down by the time you’ve picked what movie trilogy you want to watch. turns out they’d been watching youtube videos and taking lessons from your old stylist so they could do it for you one day. at least that’s what they tell you, they really just like popping your head with the comb when you move from where they positioned it. “ow! stop pushing my head around” “keep your head still and i’ll think about it”

LEVI, yelena, YMIR (does the thing where she talks on the phone with it tucked in between her shoulder and her ear while braiding at top speed, like just put it on speaker), onyankopon, mikasa, armin, ANNIE

the finished product – they are NOT here for delayed gratification. they want to see your hair done and they want to see it now. they get more restless than you do and they’re not the one getting their thoughts and dreams braided for 5 hours. like why are they more upset about the infamous last braid that gets split into 4 more than you are? “man what the fuck are you so upset about? this is not your scalp??” it’s nice having them around regardless. whether or not they’re helping with the actual braiding, they’re your biggest supporter. they’ll grab you (and the stylist if you aren’t doing it yourself) mcdonalds, boil the water to seal your ends, oil your scalp, mousse your hair, trim the flyaways, sweep up the stray hair, etc. knowing how tired you are, all the time consuming clean up is their self-allotted duty. but once all of that is done, they get to do what they’ve been waiting for: admire you. without fail, the second you stand up they’re taking pictures from every angle, showering you with compliments (ginger really is your color), peppering your head with kisses, but most importantly, just looking at how beautiful you are. you outdo yourself every time and they tell you as much, even if it embarrasses you.

HISTORIA, connie, pieck, hange, SASHA, reiner, JEAN (the heart eyes this man has for you…and don’t get me started on the sketches he makes of you with every new style you get. he is SO whipped)

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luvacookie · 2 months

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she’s busy.

some of the aot boys responding to “she’s busy”

₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊ featuring : connie, armin, eren & onny

❥ warnings : nsfw insinuation, cussing, blk fem coded reader.

❥ cookie for ur thoughts ? : a fake message scenario ??? yes please sir ! on a srs note : i’m trying to finish the other fics i have in the works,, bare w me guys !

connie springer

eren jaeger

onyankopon

armin arlet

#💌: alexies letters.#social media au #aot x black reader #aot x reader #onyankopon x black y/n #connie x reader #eren yaeger x reader #eren x reader #armin x reader #x reader #black y/n #aot

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merakidoll · 29 days

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it’s daddy’s birthday i hope yall ain’t think i forgot! happy birthday to my papa 🎀

you and hennessy is all the birthday boy wanted for his big day. the club was an add on, his loved ones surrounding him with dimly lit neon lights that ran throughout the dark environment. while everyone was dancing, smoking, getting drunk. it was just you and eren in your own world. up at the top in the farthest vip section, wrapped in one another. his blunt in his hand, while the bottle was in yours, pussy wrapped around his thick cock that made you feel full but not in a way it was too much, just right.

“open” you commanded grabbing his chin and tilting his perfect face back. the brown liquid poured into his mouth with your spit that slowly dripped into his mouth. he moaned jerking inside of you, drinking in the mixture while staring directly at you. you couldn’t hold yourself back at that point low green eyes that captivated you. going straight to it you shoved your tongue into his mouth. you’re lips smacking together and moving together perfectly.

moans fall from you both, eren dropping the blunt just so he could slap your ass, slowly bucking into you. you could both here brent playing in the background. making the moment all come together. you beginning to bounce while moving back from the kiss to let our you sounds of pleasure for his ears only. and the birthday boy basked in it all. eyes closing at how you wrapped around him like the warmest, tightest blanket ever. pumping him dry to the point it messed up the vip’s couch. “j-just like that mama” he said slowly kissing your neck taking advantage at how you rested your head on his shoulders

your wetness splattered every time you reached his base, your moans progressively getting louder as well as eren’s. his head falling back, addams apple bobbing, all of his senses higher that he couldn’t be his usual dominant self. falling into your hands like the good boy he was and begging to let himself go. “p-please baby”

“p-please- l-lemme give you a’kid. f-fill that pussy u-upp.. FUCK” his words made you bounce harder. ass clapping and pussy gushing out the mix of pre cum and juices completely ruining the already ruined outfit. you felt bold enough to wrap your hand around his neck. it didn’t fully wrap around, but it did the job. his whisperd “shitttttuhhh” had your ears ringing, two powerful orgasms happening at once all in the hands of hennessy.

his warm gooye cum filled you to the brim. and you couldn’t deny the birthday boy of his wish, quickly standing in wobbly legs and pushing your thong back up so that next year it was you, him, and your kid. happy birthday rennie bear

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ramonathinks · 29 days

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ALL HE WANTS — EREN x BLK!READER

tags: 18+ (no minors/no blank blogs — you will be blocked), shotgunning, sex, kinda friends to lovers, established relationship (towards the end), oral (f!), making out, sexual tension, eren has a tongue piercing and dimples, fingering, dirty talk, reader is black, mutual pining, dry humping, unprotected sex, dubcon (both a little buzzed on weed),

notes: this is a repost ofc but... i wasn't about to miss daddy's birthday lolll. (1)(2) “continue reading” divider by @/anitalenia 4.1k words ! + repost!

“When you gonna stop playing and let me be your man, baby?” Eren had his hands in his pockets and lent up against the wall, staring you down. The way he talked always made your body shiver, the way he looked deep into your eyes made you want to moan.

“Just gimme the weed, please.” You rolled your eyes at him. He was always like this — teasing you whenever he saw you all dolled up; tonight you wore a short peach colored dress that made your chest look even bigger, and his eyes kept glancing down constantly from your lips to your chest.

He probably kept looking at your lips because of how plump and bright they were decorated with the clear sticky fruity smelling lipgloss you always wore. Your hair was done in a wavy black hair done in a 32inch half up-half down that framed your face pretty well; and Eren tried to act like he didn’t realize it wasn’t the hairstyle he picked for you a while back.

Unintentionally he licked his lips before digging through his pockets for what he came over to deliver. Normally he didn’t hand deliver anything, he made people come to him, but this was you.

Sweet smelling you who always looked as good as you smelt and right now there was an aroma around you that smelled of nothing but strawberries and some other fruity smell that he couldn’t decipher. It wasn’t even just the fact that you smelled so good but rather the way you looked so good too, always with your hair done even your nails — long coffin shaped, pink and white acrylic with little designs on them — and your face, bare or not your skin was always glistening rich brown.

He was always losing his focus when you were in the room. He handed you your weed and turned to leave. “Wait, here—”

He scoffed, “On the house.” He waved you off, he did this all the time, no matter how many times you begged him to just take the money.

“Eren!” Using his long legs to stroll out of the hallway and towards the apartment complex’s door. He almost made it out before he felt you tug at his arm, a deep pout on your face.

“You’ll get wrinkles. Don’t…” He caressed the area between your eyebrows and trailed down to your jaw — taking it in his hands and squeezing it, making your pout deeper before he let it go.

“Just here, okay? I’m grateful you don’t make me pay since we’re friends,” That definitely wasn’t the reason, but he didn’t say anything. “But just take it. I can pay, you know I can.” Your eyelids fluttered innocently.

He sniffled, “Fine. Fine. Just this once.” He flicked your nose. Then Eren looked at you, truly looked at you and smiled a bit. You were really too cute. “Are you coming to Connie’s party in a few?”

“Yeah, I was actually just getting ready before you came.” You tell him, finally letting go of his arm.

“And that’s what you’re wearing?” He swallowed, biting his tongue. He sounded so judgmental that your eyes widened before you looked down at yourself.

It was cold yes but you always chose being cute over being cold, plus you were always being driven around so you weren’t even outside enough to feel the freezing cold air and it was only a small bit of occasional snow, nothing too bad.

“What’s wrong with it?” You craned your neck a bit to see your backside. Everything was in tact and in place.

Jealousy was already deep in his chest and tugging at his heart, making everything feel so tight around him. He just shook his head, “Nothing, just thinkin’ bout how cold it is, that’s all. But I know you already have a ride lined up, right?”

Playfully rolling your eyes you smirk, “Actually…” Twiddling with your fingers, he watches you already knowing where this was going. “I was hoping, you’d take me if you had a chance? Maybe?”

“Do I ever say no to you?” He asked, walking back down the hall with you towards your apartment again.

This wasn’t his first time inside of your apartment. But for some reason he couldn’t help but to be in awe. You lived in luxury — marble countertops, a wide double door silver fridge, a patio… he knew he couldn’t compare to the lifestyle your father already had you in.

He wish he could... but he couldn’t. He made enough on selling whatever he could but it was only enough for him, not a lifestyle like yours. He wouldn’t be able to provide for you like you needed. Even if he got a real good job, nothing could truly live up to your norm and he would hate for you to settle.

It was the reason that he never truly could actively pursue you like he wanted with a good conscience. How could he pursue you when you had everything you wanted and then some?

Even the fuzzy pink rug on your floor looked like it was worth a couple thousand. A glossy painting of you hung in the center of your living room and it caught his eye, the last time he was inside it wasn’t there.

“Isn’t it nice? Looks almost as cute as the real thing, Hm?” You teasing, putting a finger to your cheek.

He gave you a side eye with a smile so deep enough that you could see his dimple and it made your heart flutter.

You always thought he was cute just not boyfriend material. You weren’t even being judgmental but you heard about Eren long before you had met him. Just a boy who always wanted to get his dick wet and especially when he had pretty clients, you couldn’t take him serious. Even if you wanted to.

When he wasn’t being a flirt, he was a good friend, always came when you needed him, even if it was just for a ride. He was always so sweet and treated you better than any of your boyfriends.

“You think I should just settle for some pants instead of this then, huh?” You did a slight twirl. You could tell he really liked what you had on but just not today. Not where y’all was headed.

He clicked his teeth with his tongue, “Uhh…” He looked you over, his gaze lingering on all assets.

His knee was bouncing and he was getting up before he realized. He never been inside of your room, let alone your closet. So this was all new territory to him, yet he felt like he knew where everything was.

He don’t know why he loved seeing you in your pink moon boots but he knew he wanted to see them on you tonight. He peaked over his shoulder, looking at you briefly before looking over your closet again. “Hm,” He held out two different shirts, you chuckled.

“Maybe this one with the hearts to match the boots and then a nice mini skirt… not too short.” He knew how you liked to dress and you gave him a coy smile.

“Ya know what, Yeager? You’re cute.” You kissed his cheek before pushing him out the room to get dressed. You hate to admit you were feeling hot all over, most guys didn’t come into your room for anything but sex and even though you weren’t expecting him to come in and help you decide on something else he did. It was little. But more than you were used to.

Eren on the other hand, was trying not to palm his dick. Touching the soft fabric of your clothes and imagining them on your skin, had him gulping. He paced the living room before he heard small paws running up to him and yelping. A small bundle of golden tan fur ran up to him, scratching and sniffing the area around him.

“Princess!” You yelled, running out to get your little dog. “Sorry Eren, she loves new people. I thought she would stay sleep, but...” You coo and tap the floor so that she comes running. “I’ll put her up and then we can go.” You scoop her up.

He stops you, “Let me meet my baby’s baby.” He ushers her out of your hand and into his own, a deep smile on his face as she licks his fingers.

You ignore what he says and how it makes your stomach flutter, you just cross your arms and watch. “She’s the cutest.” He tells you, staring you down with a hooded gaze. “Let’s get going, ‘kay?”

You nod, heading to put her into a crate so she can sleep until you get back.

He waits for you, even when you lock up your apartment, he opens the car door for you. You don’t know why but you feel like everything’s going to change tonight.

And Eren can feel it too.

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It isn’t until you’re already there that you realize his hand was on your thigh the entire car ride. His touch leaving a trail of hotness and when he finally parked, your eyes wouldn’t leave your thigh. Was it weird that you were already missing his touch against your skin?

You heard a few people greeting him as he caught up towards the house behind you, he nodded to a few and did a half wave to some others.

“Birthday boy Yeager, finally! Being late to your own party, really man?” Connie greeted him and your body froze.

Eren didn’t mention it was his birthday. Connie didn’t even mention it when he invited you. You frowned and moved closer before squeezing Eren’s side.

A slight yelp, “The fuck was that for?” He asked, looking down at you with furrowed brows.

“It’s your birthday and you didn’t tell me? You were selling me weed on your birthday, driving me to your birthday party and didn’t bother to mention it?”

“It…skipped my mind.” He muttered, scratching the back of his head.

“You didn’t tell your girl your birthday?” Connie snickered. “You didn’t want any birthday sex? Mannn—“

Eren lightly jabbed Connie’s arm, “You know we’re just friends.”

But really, who could tell? Whenever you both were together, you both always stood so close together, sometimes even with his hand on your waist. Deep long stares and only focusing on each other.

“Rightttttt.” Connie laughs and waves you and Eren down to the basement. “So while the party’s upstairs… our real party will be right here, just the gang you know…” He explained while you looked over the place.

A comfy basement with a long couch and two loveseats, a few white garden chairs. A bong on the table that sat in the middle and a few bottles of alcohol. “Sooo, where is everyone?” You raised your eyebrows, arms folded against your chest.

Connie thinks for a moment before raising a finger, pulling out his phone and calling someone. “Yeahhh, hello?” You and Eren shared a glance before looking back at Connie. “Fuck, you gotta be kidding me… no, no, it’s fine,” Connie does an awkward smile to you both. “Alright. Yeah. See you soon.” He sighs.

“Fuck, I gotta go. Sasha said she needs me to get her. Then Jean too and… yeah… basically I think all those fuckers need a ride.” He explains. “Please make yourselves comfortable down here or upstairs, whatever. I’ll just be right back.” He jogs up the stairs and closes the door.

You feel awkward just standing so you smooth out a place on the loveseat and sit down.

But of course you weren’t planning on Eren sitting next to you. Cramped up and all in your space, his legs spread wide with almost little room for your legs. You stare at him, “Seriously?”

He does a sly smile, “I can’t sit next to you? You gonna deny me all tonight huh?”

Remembering it was his birthday, you just let him. His arm over your shoulder and pulling you in. “Fine… fine.” You mutter, pulling out some of the weed you brought from him earlier.

“Hey…lemme roll that for you.” He doesn’t wait for you to answer, he just does it. The shiny piercing on his tongue showing itself as he licked up the paper.

You squeezed your thighs, just watching him. He pulled out a lighter from his pocket and with a few clicks, he lit your blunt and took one long drag from it, finally handing it to you.

“Thanks…” You brought it to your lips and his eyes burned into yours. You inhaled, smiling as you felt it come over you. You hummed to yourself, your hooded eyes watching him as he watched you.

“How you feelin’?” You heard him ask, your body humming and you leaned closer into his touch. Your head laying on his shoulder.

“Good.” You responded shortly. “Just really good.”

“I’m glad to hear that baby.” His voice sounded closer but you ignored it. You smoked the blunt again and when you went to exhale, he pressed his lips to yours, just a small peck.

Briefly, you would’ve missed it if your eyes weren’t open.

“Been wanting to do that all day.” He rubbed a hand down his face. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay…” You swallowed. “You can do it again.”

It was all he needed. His hands grabbed your face gently and he pressed a small peck on your lips. Then again. His hands touch the skin of your thigh when he goes in a bit deeper. No more little kisses, he’s fully kissing you on the lips. “Must be the weed, hm? You’d never let me kiss you…fuck,” He sounds pissed but mainly at himself.

“I took like two puffs, I’m barely…buzzed. I just… I mean why not?” You ask aloud, looking at him. Maybe you were just tired of pretending that you didn’t want him. That you didn’t want this. You were horny and maybe a quick fuck to get him out of your system would be good for the both of you.

“You like playing with my heart huh? You know how I feel and…” He trails off. “You know I like you—“

“You don’t like me, you just wanna fuck me like everyone else.” You had a hard time believing that he had feelings for you, that he wasn’t like any of the others before him. You wave him off but he grabs your wrist.

He clicks his teeth before laughing, “No, no, no…Baby. You’re special to me. Just want you all to myself, always.”

You snort, “Yeah right…” But your body felt so hot and like you’re wearing too many clothes.

“Come sit on my lap pretty girl. Let me show you something.” He pats his lap and grabs your waist, tightly.

“Show me what?” You were curious but you knew that you wouldn’t be able to come back to being just friends if you did what he asked.

“How much I like you.” He lifted you with ease and in an instant, you were on him. You could feel just how big and hard he was under you. You swallowed, wrapping your hands around his neck.

“Well? Show me.” You smile, hotness rolling off the both of you in waves. He smiles before he brings you in and kisses you.

Moaning when he pulls you closer, jerking his hips up to yours. His hands exploring your body and his tongue enters your mouth, swirling around. Slipping his tongue in and out your mouth, sucking on yours. His hands traveling down your back until he gripped your butt, spreading and massaging them in his large palms before sliding them up and down your back.

He kisses the sides of your neck and you take another drag of the blunt, feeling your lungs expand and the sensation of his mouth and hands making you shiver. He grabs your hips and rolls his more into yours, the fabric of his denim jeans hitting your clit.

Breathing heavily you inhale and with shaky hands you pull him forward. Kissing him with the smoke still in your lungs, his cock throbbing in his pants, he’s trying not to be greedy but he wants you. Tracing up and down your shirt, slipping his fingers underneath.

He feels a bit giggly afterwards. With a dopey big grin on his face, “You’re so pretty. Like an angel.” You’re smiling so hard that your cheeks hurt but your pussy is pulsing and you need him.

“Eren… thank you. But I just… need… I need you to…Please just touch me. Please.” His hands roam again. His cock half hard in his pants and his hands on your hips, he makes you roll them against his again. You gape and gasp a bit, feeling how hard he is against your damp dainty panties.

His hands are under your skirt and he massages the bit of your butt and thighs, spreading and patting you. He kisses you full on the lip and sucks more on your tongue before pulling back, “You’re just so pretty.” His forehead is on yours and his eyes are eating you up.

Your clit pulses and throbs the more he rolls your hips against his and the way he’s digging his fingers into the skin of your butt and thighs, you’re groaning and sighing, “This feels so…” you wrap an arm around his neck. “Good.” You whisper in his ear and feel him shiver, you press small kisses up and down his neck. “You’re so hard…” You lick him, small and to the point. “Eren…I—“

“Shhh,” He stops your hips, that were now moving on their own. “Just keep doing what feels natural… what feels right. We can talk about all of this later. But now? Let me make you feel good, yeah? Wouldn’t you like that?”

And it’s the way that he says it, honestly, that makes your heart speed up and your panties even more wet before he slips them to the side.

“Holy shit, already? This wet, baby? Damn…” His fingers sticky just from a quick slip inside, your mouth open and your legs shaking. “Knew you couldn’t resist me.” You hear the sweet sounds of him fingering you, the wet noises echoing in the dark room.

“Fuck,” He mutters, flexing his fingers and twisting them inside. You clamp down on him and he bits his lip before kissing you, trying to keep you both quiet.

You lifted his shirt a little, looking at his stomach as he breathes in and out, his stomach muscles flexing. You smile to yourself, helping him out of his shirt before you trail your hand up and down his muscular chest and stomach. A semi thick patch of hair from his stomach and disappears down into his pants catches your attention and with a deep gulp your fingers dance lightly on his stomach until they disappear into his pants.

His breath hitches, “Your hands are so…whew,” His eyes are closed when you touch him, stroking him. “So damn soft. Too damn soft.” His hips jerk up at the contact of your hand against him.

“Has anyone ever—?” He doesn’t say it but licks his lips and sucks at his teeth.

“No, never…” Boys were too interested in sex never foreplay or oral. Some never even looked at your pussy.

He huffed, “Idiots. Want you to sit on my face, okay?” He could feel you twitching and your body freeze up.

“You’re so weird you know that?” You squeeze at his tip and he whined a bit, taking your wrist and taking it out of his pants.

“Hey, been thinking about it forever.” He have, he liked being your friend but he always thought about what’s between your legs. He always felt so guilty for it, this ulterior motive of his.

With your skirt still on, you move to hover over him. He breathes you in and groans out a deep “Fuck.” His tongue soaked in spit but he grabs at your thighs and slurps at your swollen clit. The heavy scent of your aroma wafting around his face.

Your thighs shaking as you rock your hips against him, but he wants to take things slow. Your juices all over his mouth and even a bit on his nose. You hated how greedy you were being. His tongue flicking at your stick clit and sucking on your lips.

“Eren! Faster…faster, please.” The cold metal piercing brushed against your clit and had you seeing stars so clearly that you tugged at his dark hair.

He liked the way his name sounded rolling off your tongue, even the way your mouth looked when you said it. Your lips: a work of art and your voice a song. So to be the one who’s listening and the one giving you this pleasure? He couldn’t help but smile to himself. To revel in it.

He chuckles listening to the soft moans of your pleads and begging, “No need to beg, don’t you know you own me? I’m yours. I’ll do whatever you say.”

His voice made you clench and he pressed small kisses up your slit before stretching you apart, “Think I can see you getting all wet for me…” His tongue dives in and your toes curl as he licks around the insides of you. Sucking at your folds and diving inside of your wetness, he moved one of his hands from your thighs and rubbed with two fingers on your achy clit. You shuddered, biting your lips.

He smiles looking at your pussy, so wet and pretty before he dives back in. Really just wanting to be covered in your scent. He gives a few more sucks, your hips raising and thrashing against his face.

“Baby,” The breath of his deep chuckle hitting your pussy and you shiver. “I’m leaking in my pants. I need you. Badly.”

He took his time but he laid you out on the couch, looking at the amount of your arousal that ran down your legs. He watched your pussy twitch, using his fingers he spread you open, clenching around the cool empty air. “Fuck,” you already looked fucked out and he haven’t even been inside of you yet.

Sliding his thick cock between your wet folds he felt you tremble. Tapping the head against your clit, he felt you jolt and he slowly slid inside of you. Your walls sucking him in and squeezing him tightly.

He groans, almost collapsing on top of you and you dig your nails into his back, wrapping your legs around his waist.

“Wanted you for so long.” He kisses you quick and laced your fingers together, squeezing your hand. “It’s so wet inside of you, feels so fucking good.” Stretching and carving your insides to only fit his shape. Everything sounded underwater as he continued to pound inside of you. “You’re so perfect. So pretty. Fuck.” He angled his hips before thrusting faster inside of you. “So tight, so pretty, so mine.” He purred, licking up your throat and sucking; leaving a trail of hickies in his wake.

“Eren, oh god.” You breathe, worked up. He brings your legs from his waist and bring them closer to your head, forcing his cock even deeper inside of you.

“Think I’m in love withchu…” His thrusts are strong and now your feet dangling over your head, you couldn’t think straight. “But I think you already know that, hm? Think you love having me wrapped about your fingers.” Meeting every thrust he made, you felt a small bit of squirt splash and soak up his cock as he pulled it out before plunging back inside of you.

Your stomach is twisting and your toes curl heavenly as his dick continues, you push at his chest. “Wait! Eren…I…” You feel even more pressure in your gut and clench around him. “Please… no more.”

Your eyes are watery but Eren doesn’t care, instead he uses the pads of all his fingers and do deep aching rubs on your clit. Writing his name in your clit with your fingers, your thighs shake and then you’re finally cumming all over him and with a few more hard thrusts, he follows with a deep groan of your name.

He lays on top of you for a second to catch his breath before kissing you again. “I like you. Always have.” He huffed.

You bite back a smile. “I like you too…” You tell him shyly.

He gets up and hands you your pretty panties with a smug look. “So will you be my girlfriend?”

You chuckle, “Yeah. Yeah, I’ll be your girlfriend Eren.”

All Eren could think of was that this was his best birthday in a long while. He peppering kisses over your face.

“Alright… birthday boy, put some pants on.” You snicker, looking at his lower half, he was already getting back hard.

“Oh right.” He kissed you again.

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f4irycafe · 2 years

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one word. irritating.

#eren fluff #eren x you #eren x reader #eren jaeger fluff #eren yeager fluff #eren jaeger x black reader #eren yaeger x black reader #eren x black reader

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kanekisfavoritegf · 1 year

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Ever since nerd Eren lost his virginity to you, he’s been insatiable. It was like he was an animal in heat.

He’d give throwaway meaningless excuses for each time he pulled you back on his dick. While he has your folded, legs pinned to your chest, as he plows into you, he'd say stuff like

“Oh, I just want a lot of practice.”

“Wanna make you feel good.”

“I saw this cool position that I wanna try.”

Truth is, the man is pussy whipped, simply smelling your perfume on his bedsheets has him rutting into his bed like a depraved whore. Waiting for you to wake up, so he could fuck you stupid once again.

He has no self-control, and why should he? When his hot, way more experienced girlfriend, gave him a taste of heaven. And is more than willing to give it to him, again and again, and again….

@chrollohearttags this is your doing.

#eren thirst #loser eren #eren smut #eren yaeger smut #eren yeagar #aot smut #eren x black reader #aot x black reader #black reader smut #black reader

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prncessjaeger · 4 months

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eren and his mystery cheerleader gf! ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

syp: no one believed eren had such a pretty gf…until now

trin speaks!: be mindful i might have errors. it’s normal.

“so where’s your so-called "girlfriend" at? or did you make this one up too like the last time-”

“oh fuck off, connie, that was one time, and i was 12!” the rest of his friends surrounding him laughed at his embarrassment, (apparently he was the only one without a girlfriend so he made up having one…like i’m talking fake messages and everything.) currently, they were at a rival school’s basketball game since you didn’t go to their school and of course eren decided to come and support you…but his friends armin, connie, and onyankopon tagged along with him, wanting to see who his “special lady” was. “so is the game gonna start or…?” “uh, i think? it just turned 6-” armin was cut off with a set of claps and loud stomps from the side of the bleachers, cheerleaders could be heard shouting a set of words while the boys ran out through the middle of them. parents, children and other spectators could be heard yelling in excitement for the intense game that was yet to happen.

eren looked around to spot you, finding you sitting on the bottom bleacher scrolling on your phone, and the boys traced his eyesight, “bro no way you date that girl sitting on the bottome row?” “huh?” connie pointed at you, “her? she’s toooo fine to be dating you-” “hey?! what’s wrong with me?” “-she should be dating me!” everyone around him rolled their eyes, “if anything she should date me, black love is the best love-” “right, but she’s entitled to date anyone she dates, besides we don’t know her,” armin was received with blank stares from all three of em while ignoring eren’s mumbling claims of, “i’m the one dating her,” soon or later it was halftime, which was a break time for everyone.

the dance team began to perform and all the cheerleaders went their separate ways. connie and armin went to concessions and onyankopon was talking with a girl he’d just met, so eren searched and searched for you, until he felt a pair of cold, soft hands hindering his vision. “guess whooo~”

“my beautiful baby i’d hope?” you kept his eyes covered as you moved infront of him, then removed them happily, “well you hoped right! hi eren!” you hugged him and sat next to him, leaning into his arms, “oh wait- you see our new uniforms?” “yes, its looks amazing- they added glitter to the school letters?” your curls shooks as you rapidly nodded, “yes! and the other sports coaches complained about it, wanting the letters to be unisex but i mean, glitter is glitter, and THEN the coaches made us run 5 laps before the game because someone left their bow at home, and now…” he turned towards you so he could listen to you better, and once the buzzer went off, you had to bid your goodbye, “you taking me home?” “you think you could ride home with sasha - i have the guys and i don’t wanna make it too crowded, i’ll get you once you get home?” your slight frown turned upside down and you noddied happily, “okay! see ya!” you waved enthusiastically and he waved back, sighing in content. “who’re you waving at?”

“my girlfriend?” they all stared at eren for like 5 seconds, then bursted out laughing at him, “oh man eren, you are too funny!”

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after dropping his friends off, eren sat outside your home, waiting for your arrival and decided to do something that’ll hopefully get into his friends head that he’s actually dating someone. he smirked at his phone, editing up his caption and nearly jumped hearing his car door open, seeing you in his hoodie and some cute grey shorts, “hey baby,” you kissed his cheek and saw his phone, “uhh why are you…?”

“you’ll see.”

#eren x reader #eren x black fem!reader #eren jaeger x reader #aot x black reader #attack on titan #aot x y/n #eren yeager #aot fanfiction #eren aot #fluff #eren x black reader #eren yaeger x reader #eren headcanons #eren snk #aot x black y/n #aot x reader #smut

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aothotties · 2 months

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Sneaky link w/ Best Friend!Eren

Warnings: MDNI, reader is a tease, swearing, unprotected sex, bathtub sex, multiple orgasms, light choking, squirting, cream pie, Eren and the reader say I love you.

Word count: 1874

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“Alright lil mama, what do you want to do next?” Eren asks you before stuffing his face with cotton candy.

You look around at all the attractions and rides at the theme park, you two have been here since noon and basically did every damn thing.

“You can try and beat me at basketball again.” He suggests with a smirk on his face.

You roll your eyes and brush him off with a wave, you know better than to embarrass yourself like that. You smile as you stop in front of one of the games.

“Win me a stuffed animal, and I mean one of the big ones. Go on” You step to the side and take the cotton candy from him.

“You know good and well I’m not good at darts.” He says with an attitude, he pushes his sleeves up and ties his hair back.

“Oh you’re so damn dramatic Eren, I would’ve been halfway through by now.” You playfully brag and he shakes his head.

“And that’s your problem, you’re always in a hurry.” He taps your nose and steps up to the table

.You watch as he focuses on the balloons in front of him before he releases one in the direction of the board.

POP!

You watch in shock as the dart pierces the balloon with ease, a smirk appears on his face and he throws the second dart.

“That’s two for two princess, better pick out which stuffed animal you want.” You playfully roll your eyes, and look at all of the options while he finishes the game up.

“Congratulations! You’re the first person all day to get all 5 in one go. You can pick from wherever you like.” The man behind the stand says.

“Well baby doll, what do you want?” He wraps an arm around your shoulder, you point to a small dog and he looks down at you confused.

“What?” You ask, moving from under his arm to stare up at him.

“I managed to knock all five balloons out at once and you want that little ass dog? Sir, we’ll take the big teddy bear at the top. Thank you.” He looks down at you and shakes his head.

“I thought you said I got to pick?” You try to hide your smile by looking down at your phone.

“I thought I could trust you to pick.” He mumbles, he grabs the bear from the man and gives him a smile.

He takes your hand in his and begins walking towards the parking lot. You rest your head on his arm and he smiles at how cute you are.

“Do you have any plans after I drop you off?” He knows your routine like the back of his hand, but he loves to hear you repeat it.

Get inside, run a bubble bath, pour a glass of wine or smoke (sometimes both), lotion and moisturize then watch Criminal Minds before falling asleep.

“I feel like you know what I’m going to say.” You look up at him and he nods in agreement.

You two arrive to his car and he opens your door for you, you chuckle and get comfortable in the passenger seat.

“You’re being overly friendly right now.” You run your fingers through his long brown hair and he leans into your hand.

“Friendly isn’t what I’d call it, but to each their own.” He teases and you roll your eyes at his statement.

“If you want to have the feelings talk, I am all ears.” You challenge him and he seems to lose his voice all of a sudden.

“Exactly, now hurry up and take me home. Those lavender bubbles are calling my name and I don’t want to keep them waiting.” You kiss his lips and he closes your door carefully.

He sighs to himself as he walks around to his side of the door. He knows you’re right, you both know the feelings are there. He’s just second guessing himself.

He pulls himself out of his deep thought and gets into the driver's side, he stuffs the teddy bear into the back seat and you laugh into your hand.

“Poor thing, he’ll be alright. Let’s get you to that bubble bath.” He puts his seatbelt on and begins the drive to your house.

It took about 45 minutes for you to get home from the fair, you and Eren both had to pee a total of 3 times on the way.

“Alright, no more damn lemonade for a month.” You say as you walk inside the house with him.

“Yeah, luckily for us fairs are only every few months.” He sits on one of the kitchen stools and watches you shuffle around the living room.

“So you can help yourself to the kitchen and make yourself comfortable.” He stands up and walks over to you.

“You act like I’m not here three times a week.” You laugh and nod your head in return.

“I guess you are here all the time. I didn’t even notice.” You step closer to him and play with the end of his shirt.

He watches you closely and waits to see what you do next. You pull him down so your lips are by his ear and he resists the urge to gasp.

“I’m going to go upstairs and take a bath, if you come up there then I’ll take that as a yes. If not, then I know where we stand.” You take a step back before turning around in the direction of your bathroom.

You make sure to grab a bottle of wine on your way upstairs and Eren feels his throat dry up and his pants get tighter.

“Oh my god” He puts a hand on his rapidly beating heart and lets out a nervous breath.

Eren isn’t sure how or when, but he does make it upstairs at some point. He bites his lip at the sight of you in front of him.

You’re resting in your tub with your head resting against the back of it. Your breasts are partially covered, that is until you sit up to greet the man in front of you.

“You made it.’ You say sweetly, leaning over the side of the bathtub. Your ass peeks over the water and he immediately begins to undress.

He takes his clothes off in record time and gets into the tub directly behind you.

“I was a little nervous you weren’t going to come up here” you tell him, you plant kisses on his neck and he leans back.

“I’ll do anything for you baby. Anything you want.” He groans as you wrap a wet hand around his cock and stroke him slowly.

“You’ll do anything I want baby?” You watch him fall apart in your hands and sit on his thighs.

You smirk as his chest rises and falls with each movement of your hand. He nods his head quickly and you hold his chin with your free hand, forcing him to look at you.

“Tell me you love me Eren” You tell him, replacing your hand with your warm cunt, not even giving him a moment to breathe.

Eren’s eyes roll to the back of his head at the feeling of your tight pussy squeezing around him.

“F-fuck, I love you! I love you so fucking much.” He confesses, he pulls you in by the back of your neck and presses his lips against yours.

You melt into his arms and wrap your own arms around his neck. He rubs his hands up and down your waist and you sigh against his lips.

His hands rub their way up your back, and make their final destination on your chest. He gently tugs on your bottom lip with his teeth and rubs over your nipples with his thumbs.

You let out a shaky breath as he wraps his lips around your sensitive nub. As he begins to rub your other breast, he starts thrusting up into you.

“Eren!” You cry out, immediately grabbing his shoulders as his movements pick up.

He grins at how quickly things change. Less than five minutes ago he was falling apart in your hands and now you’re crumbling on top of him.

“Look at my pretty girl.” He says as he pulls away from your chest.

You moan and bounce faster as you feel that familiar warmth build up in your stomach.

“Are you getting close baby? Fuck, I love when your pussy gets tight like this!” He holds your hips in his hands tightly and fucks into you rapidly.

You rest your face in the crook of his neck and let out a cry of pleasure. He pulls you against his chest and plows into you.

“Oh god, R-Ren I’m coming!” You exclaim while coming all over his cock.

“Good girl, I’m not finished with you yet though.” He coos, wrapping a hand around your throat as you whine in overstimulation.

“God damn I should’ve confessed sooner.” He grunts as another orgasm washes over you.

“Eren!” You cry out, your limp body falling into his arms.

“Yeah baby that’s it. Feels good, huh?” He teases, the hand that was on your throat sneakily trails down your abdomen and to your soaking clit.

You bite his shoulder as he rubs slow circles on the nub to bring you to another orgasm.

“Y-yes, feels so fucking good.” Your eyes roll to the back of your head and drool starts to fall from your lips.

“That’s it, just like that mama, keep squeezing me just like that.” He bites his lip hard at the sight of your beautiful body on top of his.

He swears your body is a fucking masterpiece, he’d scream it from the rooftops if he could. Eren adores every part of you, from the hair on your head, down to your pretty feet. You’re perfect in his eyes and that would never change.

“Shit! I love you Eren, fuck I love you so so much.” You shriek as your final orgasm crashes throughout your entire body.

Your eyes squeeze and your vision turns white as you gush all over his thighs, your tight cunt convulses around his cock and his hips lose their rhythm.

“R-ren.” You whimper as his thrust turn into plowing.

“ ‘m so close princess, fuck I’m gonna fill you up so good.” He pulls you in for a kiss and smashes his lips against yours.

He grabs your ass and holds on for dear life as he pushes his cum deep inside of you. Rope after rope of hot cum fills you up to the brim as he slows the speed of his hips.

He pulls back from your lips and leans his head back against the tub to finally catch his breath.

“Holy shit.” He pants, rubbing a hand up and down your back.

“You okay baby?” He looks down at you and stifles his laugh at the sight of you drifting in and out of sleep.

You simply nod your head and wrap your arms around him tighter, letting your actions do the talking.

“Love you so much Eren.” You whisper in his neck and he pulls you in closer.

“I love you more”

Ari

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