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#ex!eren
arminsumi · 1 year
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Hi and hello! May I request Eren as ex boyfriend headcanons?
(/▿\ ) Oh my... ex!Eren? I'm blushing
Sucker
Hcs / E. Jaeger
Although you two split quite some time ago now, Eren treats you as if you're still his baby. He can't help but pine over you.
Cws; 'baby' used, pining, fluff
Notes on reader; Gn!
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Ex!Eren shoots paper airplanes at you during lectures to get your attention, and when you look back at him he gives you an annoying smirk
Try as you might, but ignoring him is just impossible. Especially when he gives you those big puppy eyes
Ex!Eren gets jealous when you hang out with anyone else, especially if you're going on a date
He's still a total sucker for you, but never listens to his friends when they accuse him of being "wrapped around Y/n's finger", whatever that means 🙄
Ex!Eren always places a possessive hand on your lower back during picture-taking at Jean's parties
And he keeps you close at these parties, maybe a little too close, to the point where your friends whisper confusedly among each other (while you're perched on his lap) "Didn't they break up?"
Ex!Eren talks about you as if you're still his baby, both to his friends and family. In fact, his family thinks you two never broke up
Ex!Eren still takes you out on lavish dates, smirking when he sees you easing up and laughing at his jokes just like you used to
Mika chases after him, but Eren ignores her advances. The only time he responds to her flirting is when it's in front of you, because he wants to try and get you jealous
Ex!Eren still buys you gifts out of the blue. Expect the odd diamond here or there, or two dozens of your favorite flowers bunched together at your doorstep, or fresh pastries ordered from the bakery delivered to you in the morning
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squidsal · 7 months
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Sleep Deprived Thoughts
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Okay okay but imagine very toxic ex!eren getting jealous about your new, healthy relationship and sending your sweet, gentle bf!armin a video of him absolutely wrecking you from when you two were still dating. Your loud moans and whimpers fill Armin's room as he watches the video of Eren fucking you into the mattress on repeat, your mouth agape and making the prettiest noises he's ever heard . Poor Armin is so angry and jealous, because you've never made those noises while with him, your face has never looked so drunk and desperate with him. So when you come home, he doesn't mention the video, he just pulls you to the room and shoves you on the bed before letting his anger out on you. You are obviously extremely surprised (and extremely horny) at the change in his usually sweet demeanor. He's pounding you from behind, hand fisted in your hair, and you're loving it. But he's still angry - because even though you're enjoying yourself - it's still not the same. Your cries of pleasure still don't compare to the video, and as his frustration and anger grows, his thrusts become frantic, desperately trying to recreate those sweet sounds he heard. Then later that night while you're fast asleep, thoroughly exhausted, he gets another text from Eren which makes his blood boil.
"Bet she doesn't sound so pretty for you huh?"
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zeltqz · 1 year
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blackout (nsfw)
In which eren and his ex reconcile during a power outage.
The abrupt knocking on his dorm door startled Eren slightly. He removes his headphones, sliding them down his neck, groaning as he heads towards his front door. He has to use his phone flashlight because there was a power shortage in the university tonight. 
The announcement said that the outage would last the entire night and the head of school “advised” everyone to use the lack of phones, tv etc to their advantage and get a good night’s rest.
Nobody listened of course. But Eren was still confused as to who could be knocking on his door this late. His friends were out for the weekend, renting out a rental to stay at but Eren declined the invite, wanting to study for his exams instead.
The last person he’d expect to see knocking at his door at 10PM was you. He opens the door and greets you with his usual charismatic smile, despite the situation being totally awkward. “Hey……what are you doing here?”
You clench your jaw and close your eyes, as if the question were about to ask was physically painful to ask. Technically it was, but you had no other choice. “...May I sleep over tonight?”
Eren brings a hand up, cupping his ear and asks you to repeat. You glare, telling him to knock it off.
Despite being broken up for almost two months, Eren still won’t ever miss an opportunity to tease you for literally anything. He crosses his arms, leaning against the doorframe, “Why do you wanna sleep at mine?”
“Well—you’re the only person I know in this block…so.”
“Hm, or you could just sleep at your own place?”
You look down and scratch your arm, raking your nails along the skin. Eren notices the subtle action, but doesn’t comment on it—only now realising how nervous you look right now.
It’s honestly out of character for you, usually someone that has such a bold mouth, especially around Eren, not afraid to speak your mind and call him out on his bullshit. 
The most Eren has seen from you since the break up was the occasional glare and whenever he does see you smile, it’s not directed at him. So to see you acting this way feels vulnerable almost. 
“This is so embarrassing,” A nervous smile graces your lips as you fiddle with your fingers. “Don’t repeat this to anyone—and don’t laugh when I tell you.” There’s a ghost of a smile on his lips, already ready to laugh. “Seriously Eren, or I’ll break your toe.”
He chuckles, nodding his head, waiting for you to reveal your super top secret. 
You exhale through your mouth, almost snapping your fingers with how hard you’re gripping onto them right now. “Hey…” Eren reaches out and grabs your hands, separating them from each other before he has to take you to the hospital. “Seriously, what's up? You’re sorta scarin’ me.”
“I’m—I’m sorta…scared of the dark.” You divert your gaze past Eren’s face, finding a sudden interest in the wall instead.
Feeling a little bit relieved it wasn’t something genuinely upsetting and your nervous behavior was only a result of your phobia, he brings a hand up to his mouth, splaying it across his mouth in an obvious attempt to try and stiffen the laughter bubbling in his throat.
“Eren! I wasn’t lying when I said I’d break your toe.” You poke your finger at his chest.
“What if I just blindfold you? What will you do then?” He leans forward to tease you before you shove him away from you, creating a reasonable distance between you two. 
You stare up at him for a second, fighting the mental battle in your brain to slap his stupid face. The only thing stopping you from doing so is the fact you currently need refuge in his dorm because you’re too afraid to go back to your own. 
“Can I stay with you? Just for tonight, please?” You repeat, voice much softer and gentle. His eyes softened for a moment, remembering the other times you’ve spoken to him in that tone was during the happy moments in your relationship. 
He ignores the weird feeling and sudden urge of uncomfortable memories racing through his head and simply steps aside to let you inside. It’s just as dark in his house as it is at your place but due to him having more windows in his place, the darkness isn’t as uncomfortable as your own. 
“Did you eat anything today?” Eren asks, digging through his fridge ready to make you something to eat till he remembers that the stove wouldn’t be working anyway.
“Yeah, I ate like a sandwich for lunch, that’s about it.”
“I have some marshmallows left over from last night if you want some?”
“Marshmellows?” Your laugh is right behind him and he almost jumps a little, not expecting you to be that close. 
“Yeah, uh, Armin got high for the first time and craved marshmallows so—”
“That’s cute.” You smile to yourself, picturing Armin high, “how—um, how is he by the way? Mikasa too?”
Ever since you broke up with Eren, you barely spoke to them despite seeing them almost on a daily basis throughout your two year relationship. 
It was hard not being able to talk to Mikasa for the first couple weeks after the breakup. You’d been going to her for advice because she was the most honest person you’d ever met. She won’t be afraid to tell you what she’s thinking, almost being straight up with you, not caring if the truth hurts your feelings.
Her words did hurt, yes, but it was better than being told lies.
Armin was like your best friend. He was so helpful and whenever Eren fucked up and you both got into an arguement or a disagreement, giving the two of you the best of advice that always got you back together.
“They’re good, yeah.” Eren hands you the bag of marshmellows and you follow behind him as he walks over to the couch in his living room. 
You take a seat on the far edge of the couch, wanting to create some space between you two. Propping your legs up to sit cross legged with the packet between your legs, you struggle to find the opening due to the darkness.
Eren laughs when he hears the packet scrunching around, a clear indication that you’re struggling. “Need help?”
“No—I don’t.” 
Eren shifts a bit closer and you freeze when his thigh brushes against your knee. “Give it here.” You hesitate before complying, handing the box, using what small light your eyes can produce to see him fiddle with it for a moment, then finding the opening easily.
He digs his hand through, pulling out a handful of marshmallows for himself before handing the packet back to you.  “Thank you.” 
The two of you sit and bask in the silence of the room. You try to chew extra slowly, not wanting to make any unnecessary chewing sounds by eating it too fast. 
Eren seems to notice and he snorts into his hand. 
You glance towards him, sending him a look that he can’t see because of two reasons in particular.
One: it’s dark as shit.
Two: his gaze is directed towards his phone.
From what you can see, his brightness is low, but his hands are typing at his keyboard so he must be texting someone. The nosiness inside you builds up and you use the lack of light in the room to your advantage, leaning in slightly just to see who’s he’s texting.
Not that it matters anyway. He can text whoever he wants, you don’t care.
But reading the name, you realise it’s a girl’s name and a part of you instantly regret looking. You’re not even sure why it’s bothering this much, but you shift away from him and divert your attention back onto the candy.
Chewing the soft candy, you silently pray for the power to come back on before tomorrow morning. Being stuck inside with him was driving you literally insane. 
Eren looks up from his phone minutes later, shifting to rest his head on the couch's backrest. He lazily turns his head to face you. “You’ve been hella silent, you alright?”
“‘M fine.” You feel a little sick stuffing your face full of this many marshmallows and the taste is starting to piss you off. Closing the packet, you hand it back to Earen.
He simply looks at it, then raises a brow gently, “What?”
“I’m not hungry no more.” 
Eren nods, taking the box from you then leaning to the side to put it on the other edge of the couch. He sinks back into the couch, bringing out his phone again. 
You can’t help the way your face tightens up, can’t help the press of your lips together as you watch him divert his attention back to that fucking phone. 
A sudden wave of fatigue hits you at that very moment and you hope the marshmallows were laced because that way you could blame your next actions on marijuana. 
You lift his hands up from were they were seated on his lap to free up space, ignoring the confused look on his face when you shift on the couch to lay your head down there. 
Despite the fact that there’s cushions right next to you, something just possesses you to do that. Eren uses one hand to type, subconsciously drumming his fingers along the side of your head, scratching at your scalp gently in a way he used to.
Maybe it was just muscle memory for him, but he remembers your special  spots, the way you tilt your head back to lean further into his embrace.
Eren looks down at you on his lap, he can’t see what facial expression you’re wearing because of the way you’re facing, but from the low hum of your voice, he can tell you enjoy it. “You tired?”
“ Exhausted .” You sigh, shifting onto your back so you could look up at his face. “Why do you still remember that spot?” You groan when he scratches that spot near your baby hairs. 
“How could I ever forget?” He laughs, cautious not to mess up your hair because he knows how much you hate that. “You still got that hair-pulling kink, huh?”
You instantly sit the second he reminds you of that awful moment when he tugged on your hair a little harshly and you moaned. He never let you live that down. “Don’t ever bring that up again.” You point your finger in his face, threatening to poke him in the eye.
He laughs and pushes your hand away from his face. “Okay, I won’t. Just lay back down.” He uses the grip on your hair to push you back down onto his lap but you shake your head and resist, sitting beside him instead. 
“I missed you.” He says after a short moment.
Those words make your throat tighten up. You swear you could feel your heartbeat hammering in your chest, a thump booming against your ear drums. You’d never think three words would affect you this much.
You look away, unable to look him in the eye, not ready to see if his expression was just as soft as his voice. 
You weren’t sure how you felt. The breakup was mutual. Ended on good terms, but you couldn’t help but hate him for how much he affected you. He was on your mind for a good two months after the break up.
Whenever you saw him in public, at the back of your classes, in the cafeteria—your eyes naturally gravitated towards him, like some sort of impulsive reflex.
Two fingers hook onto your chin, turning your face towards him. Your gaze is still looking down, now your eyes are staring at his lap instead of your own. “Can you look at me?” 
Call yourself crazy, but you swear you could detect a slight hint of desperation in his voice, masked off as nonchalance. You shake your head almost too quickly, removing his fingers from your chin. “Don’t try to reel me back in, Eren. It’s over, remember?”
“Yeah, I remember.” How could I forget? Eren misses when just moments ago, you were willing to fall down that memory train. It’s awkwardly silent now as the two of you sit there. “You still tired?”
“Yeah.” You slide off the couch, dusting off your clothes. “Could I take a shower and…sleep over if the power doesn’t come back tonight?”
Eren can’t help the way his mind wanders back to your naked body, even in the darkness of the room, he can still see your figure perfectly, outlining and blending in with the shadows.
“Eren?”
He blinks twice, realising he hadn’t answered your question yet. “Yeah?”
“I asked if I could sleep over if the power doesn’t come back on.”
“Yeah, sure. I don’t mind.”
The confirmation was all you needed to get out of this tense awkward situation. You made your way down the hallway, hands out around you to touch any surrounding objects that might be blocking your path.
He watches you, eyes half lidded, lips curling up into a mischievous smirk as he hears your footsteps half at the end of the hallway, phobia of the dark coming into high gear when you realise he wasn’t accompanying you to the bathroom like you’d hoped.
The footsteps start up again and before he knows it, you’re back in front of him in record time, tugging at the hem of his shirt while looking down at the floor, embarrassed that it has to come to this. You mumble something under your breath, voice sort of meek and shy, one that you used to use on him back when you were dating and you needed something.
“Hm, what’s the matter, baby?” He faux pouts, grabbing your hand tugging on his shirt and pulling it away from him. 
“Could—” You pause, thinking of a right way to word your sentence without indirectly stroking his ego, “May you please accompany me to the bathroom?”
“You’re such a baby,” he states, playfully wrapping his arms around your shoulder, tugging you close to his chest in the process as he proceeds to lead you down the hallway to his bathroom. “Want me to stay in the bathroom while you shower too?”
“No, you perv.” You push him away from you and enter the bathroom. Halfway through taking off your pants, you realise you didn’t have any pyjamas. You would have brought some too but wanted to save the humiliation in case Eren didn’t allow you inside.
You wander over to the shower, turning it on for a couple seconds and running your fingers through the shower head water. It’s cold. “...Hey Eren, how long does it take for the water to turn hot?”
“The shower’s been pretty janky lately, I think Mikasa broke it actually. Anyway, you gotta jiggle the thingy and push.” 
“...What?” You blink at the wall for a couple seconds, trying to understand what the ‘ thingy ’ you’re supposed to jiggle is. You laugh to yourself, wondering why you even thought Eren was a reliable source for information.
Eren, who was just about to lay down on his bed, sighs and stands up. The bathroom door opens abruptly and you yelp and scream in surprise. “Eren?! Ever heard of knocking!?”
“Shut up, nothing I haven’t seen before. Oh wait, I can’t see shit.” 
You roll your eyes at his horrible attempt at a joke. Your cheeks heat up at the realisation of the first part of his sentence, mind automatically registering all the mind blowing astronomical sex the both of you used to have. 
“Okay, whatever, just jiggle the ‘thingy’ and let me take a shower.” Before you could step aside and let Eren do all the jingling, his chest is against your back, his hands holding your wrists firmly to guide you on how to fix the showers.
Your face feels hot as he’s telling you the instructions, hands pressing into yours as he pushes the—to be fair you have no clue what you’re currently pushing because one, its dark and you can’t see jackshit, and two, you can’t focus on anything because of how close he is right now.
His voice is going in one ear and out the other, your mind nodding and humming ‘mhm’ despite you not understanding anything. Eventually you snap out of it and actually focus on what he’s saying. 
You lean forward a little bit to jiggle the knob whilst the other feels the temperature of the water, waiting for it to turn hot. 
“‘Kay, now push in.” You do as he instructs and the hot water almost burns your hand. 
“Ow, shit!” You pull back abruptly, bumping back into Eren whilst flinging your hand to try and air dry it.
Eren’s hands land on your waist to steady you. “You good?”
“Yeah, just burnt the shit out of my hand, fuck.” It stings whenever you apply pressure to it and it’s making you squirm. 
Unbeknownst to Eren, he has no clue that you’re currently naked in front of him until he digs his fingers harder into your waist to steady you.
“Stop moving, wait, c’mere—” He tries not to focus on your ass currently pressing back on his dick and leads you towards the sink to run your hand under cold water. “You’re so stupid sometimes.”
“Says you! Who even showers at that temperature, who do you think you are?” You elbow him in the ribs, basking in his choked laughter. 
“I thought girls love hot showers?”
“Oh, so you intentionally made it super hot to get girls? Never thought you’d stoop that low Eren—ow!” You yelp when he switches taps, turning the cold one off and the hot one on. “You’re such a dick!”
“Just to you.” He leans down to whisper it in your ear before getting elbows in the ribs again.
“Now get out, you tormented me enough, I need to shower.” 
“If you need company—” Your vision is blinded when he covers both your eyes with hands, “just call for me, kay?”
“Eren, get out.” You elbow him once more in order for him to get the message to leave. You don’t hop in the shower till you hear the door shut. With your newfound knowledge on how to work his mystery shower, you hop inside. 
Eren lays down on his bed, enjoying the darkness in the room as his mind wanders. He can practically hear his heart pounding through his chest and eardrums. To confirm his suspicions, he places a hand down on his heart.
“Fucking hell.” He groans into his pillow, hating how his heart is currently beating fast as if he’d just ran a marathon, simply because he got to touch your waist. He’s acting like a goddamn virgin and he needs to accept the fact that you two are over. 
The water stops running and he’s too deep into his thoughts to hear you call his name, asking for spare clothes. It’s not until you open the bathroom door, padding towards him with wet feet and a towel on, then he looks up.
“Eren, I said I need clean clothes.”
Thanks to the window inside his bedroom, the darkness is alleviated slightly, making it very obvious you’re in just a towel. “Can’t you just wear this to sleep?” He tugs on the tip of your towel, tugging it slightly whilst rubbing the soft material between his thumb and index finger.
“Stop…you perv.” You tug his hands off, “Give me clean clothes.”
“My clothes won’t fit yo—wait, gimme a spin.” 
You raise your head to shoot him a withering glare, then decide the only way you’re going to get clothed is by doing as he says, so you comply, giving him a slight 360.
“Yeah, they definitely won’t fit you.”
“Shut up, give me the clothes. I’ll manage.” You rub your wet shoulders with your palms as you watch him retreat over to his closest, then before you know it—or before you could dodge it, a plain black t-shirt is being thrown at your face.
“Thank you.” You say with a blank face, trying to hide the fact that you’re never going to give him the shirt back.
Ever .
It smells way too good.
Using the darkness to your advantage, you strip the towel off almost immediately and quickly change into the shirt. “I need pants.”
“You definitely don’t.”
“Eren.”
He clicks his tongue at the stern tone of your voice and tosses a pair of shorts in your direction. It falls somewhere on the floor and you kick around to feel for it, then put them on. You climb onto the bed, making sure to sit at the far end of it to create some distance between you both.
You hear Eren’s footsteps pad around the room, then the sound of the door opening. “Hey wait, where are you going?”
“Downstairs?” He says it like it was obvious, “I’m sleeping on the couch.”
“No.”
No? Eren tilts his head confused, “What?”
“No, I mean…stay—” you pat the spot on the bed next to you, “please?”
Fuck, how could he resist that?
He climbs onto the bed next to you. You’re both facing opposite directions and a cold draft might’ve slapped you in the fact with the sudden coldness in the room. 
Eren’s a little shocked when he feels your body press up against his own, but doesn’t complain. Why would he? He wraps his bicep around your body, pulling you towards him. 
You’re grateful for the darkness for once as you smile into the pillow at the feeling of his hands tracing shapes into your stomach, as if to help you relax and get to sleep.
His fingers test the waters, seeing how far he can take this before you snap at him, dipping his fingers even lower, brushing against the waistband of the shorts he lended you, a single finger dipping inside.
Eren waits for you to snap at him, or nudge him with your elbow, telling him to knock it off…but it doesn’t come. Maybe you’ve fallen asleep?
He keeps his hands there for a moment, retreating after around thirty seconds of leaving it there, not wanting to touch you while you’re asleep.
Your hand darts out to stop him before he could fully remove his fingers from your shorts. “Don’t tease me like that, Yeager.”
“Oh? You want it?” He’s pressing up against you again, not shy in how close he can get to you this time. He enters his hand inside your shorts to realise you’re not even wearing panties. 
These shorts officially became his favourite pair of shorts.
Your grip on the pillow tightens when he brushes your folds with a rough yet gentle touch, placing his chin on your shoulder so he can hear the way your breathing speeds up.
Biting back a moan, your fingers dig intoo the fabric of the pillow when he rubs your clit in smooth circles. “F—fuck—” 
“Hm, you like that? You want more?” He whispers directly into your ear, breath hot and ready by your eardrum, tickling you.
“Y-yes please—fuck—” Your erratic breathing turns into soft moans when he dips a single finger inside, stroking against your walls. 
“Tell me what you want, baby.”
“...Kiss me, please.” You manage to choke out when he curls his finger inside you.
Using his spare hand, he grips onto your chin and pulls your head back so he can slot his mouth against yours. You almost crack your neck with how far you’re leaning back in order to kiss him, but you don’t care. 
He smiles because he knows you’re just as desperate for this as he is. He pulls away from the kiss, moving hair out of your face and watches the way your eyes linger a little too long on his lips. 
“Staring won’t solve anything y’know?” He mutters the words against your lips, piercing green eyes staring into your own as if he’s hypnotising you to initiate the kiss this time. 
He looks down at the sheets where his hands are moving inside you, making sure he curls his fingers just the right way to have you clinging to his shoulders, wrapping your arms around him tighter as you melt against him. 
“I missed you s’much—” You mumble as you tip forward to kiss him, which takes no effort at all, not when he’s already ready and waiting for you.
His lips are soft and plump, the way they always were. He moves with confidence, moulding your lips so consistently against yours, licking into your mouth with the surety of someone who knows how to make people into putty with his kisses alone.
He laughs when you squirm, melting into the pillow, dragging him down with you, subconsciously spreading your legs wider to give him room to slot himself between.
“I fucking knew it.” 
“Knew what?” You peck him, looking up at him in confusion.
“Knew you wanted me all along,” he presses a kiss to your cheek, all wet and messy, “Knew that whole angry ex girlfriend thing was just a faux,” he sloppily sucks your neck, making obnoxious noises and lifting your his shirt up along the way.
You run hot all over, angry that he saw right through your act. “Shut up.”
“You embarrassed?” He bites the skin above your breast and you moan, hand holding up the shirt high enough to give him more access. “Shy cause I saw right through you—”
He groans when you tug his hair as a response, trying to get him to shut up. “If you keep talking, I will leave—”
“And go where? Hm?” He runs his nose against yours, brushing it ever so slightly. You curl your lip up in annoyance, hating how he got you beat right now. “You’re so beautiful.” He whispers, bending down to kiss you again, trailing his lips down the length of your jaw, nipping and sucking along your throat recklessly.
You bunch his hair up to avoid it falling onto his face as he marks up your chest, sucking along your breasts with ease. He reaches your nipples and tugs on it with his teeth before looking up at you with a sheepish smile. “Did that hurt?”
“No.”
“Still no pain tolerance I see.” He licks a nipple, sucking on it ever so gently.
“It’s been like two months since we broke up, ‘Ren.” You look down and wonder if he’s even listening to you right now, mind elsewhere as he licks down your stomach, slowly making his way between your legs. 
“Didja sleep with anyone else?” He sounds breathless when he speaks, as if kissing you is the equivalent to exercise right now. With how fast his heart is pumping right now, he might as well be working out.
“I don’t see how that's your business.” 
“You did, didn’t you?” He looks back down at your stomach, pressing open mouthed kisses to your skin. His grip on your thighs tighten with your silence as a dead giveaway. “Well how was it then?”
You decide to just tell him the truth, knowing that you staying silent with fuel into his ego regardless. “It wasn’t good.”
“Mmm, and why is that?” He spreads your legs wider, sucking on the fat there all the whilst maintaining eye contact with you. 
He knows the answer, and you know he knows the answer. With a sigh, you begin, “...because they couldn’t make me cum.”
He snickers against your thighs, digging crescent shaped moons into your skin. “And who could make you cum?”
“Eren, can we not have this conversation right now?” You’re distracted momentarily when he tugs your shorts down hastily, using two fingers to spread your folds apart. Even in the dark, he can see the glistening shine of your slick and runs a finger through it, brushing your clit with the tip of his nail.
You shiver on impact, moaning when he slides his finger into your mouth, sucking on it as he lifts himself up from between your legs. He pops his finger out before slotting it inside his own mouth, enjoying the taste of your saliva mixed with your own juices. 
“You’re so nasty.” You mutter watching the filthy act, hiding your embarassment by the fact it turns you on seeing how much he loves your taste. 
“Don’t act like you don’t enjoy it, babe.” 
You hate how he can see through you so easily despite even trying. “Don’t call me babe.”
He smiles, bending down to your ear as he whispers, “My bad babe.” His tongue darts out, licking at your earlobe, enjoying how you shudder underneath him, tugging on your ear with his teeth.
“Stop it…” You push at his chest in a desperate attempt to get him away from you. He’s slowly messing with your emotions with all these nicknames and you aren’t sure if you’re even going to be together after this. “Just fuck me, please. Before I change my mind.”
“I finally got you back in my arms and you think I’m not gonna take my time?” He chuckles, sliding back down the bed and pushes your legs apart to slot himself between them. “You’re fuckin’ soaked .” He dives his finger back inside you, twisting and feeling every inch of your walls clamping down on him. 
He looks fascinated, watching his finger knuckle deep between your legs, leaning forward to snake his tongue out to clean up the mess sliding down your slit the harder the fucks you.
Your teeth sink into your bottom lip, hand sliding down your body to grip at his hair. He grunts when you tug at it with no regard for his pain scalp, muttering ‘ohmygod’ under your breath the longer he flicks at your clit with his tongue.
“Taking my fingers so well, babe.” He mumbles, kissing at your clit, stretching you effortlessly whilst simultaneously sliding your legs inwards to lift your lower body a little higher. “You want another?” He tickles your hole with a second finger, waiting for the go.
“Yes please.” You moan into your palm, using the tips of his hair to push his head further into your pussy. “Eren—” you pant, wiggling your hips to the side, arching your back off the mattress, body melting into the pleasure.
“Yeah?” He sucks your clit, enjoying watching you squirm underneath him. “What’s up?” He says so casually as if he’s not drinking your juices from your pussy.
“I want—mmm—please.” You know your words are not even audible right now, non translatable to his ears. 
“What’s mmm?” He mocks your incoherent vocabulary and if he wasn’t the cause for your pleasure right now, you would’ve knocked him in the head with your feet. 
He groans when you clench around his fingers, realising your about to cum, he pulls his fingers out, using the wetnress to rub against his red throbbing cock. You watch, hynoptised and vision hazy as he fists at his cum, squeezing precum from the tip with each stroke. Flicking your eyes up to his face, he’s watching your pussy flutter, too eager to take his cock. “You want it?”
“Yes.” You whimper, hooking your feet around his legs to pull him closer. “Please.”
“Fuck—” He groans again, rubbing his cock against your cunt. Eren slicks his cock through your folds, smiling when he sees your eyes squeeze shut upon stretch. “What? Can’t take it?” He hovers over you, holding himself up with his arms on either side of your head, “Is it too much for you?”
You shake your head, counting to five in your head before slowly opening your eyes, slightly startled because you didn’t expect him to be this close to you. “No, no—I can take it, just please don’t stop.”
His hand smacks against your thigh, relishing in your yelp as he smoothes his palm along the red sting. “Stay still, it’ll be quicker.”
“Okay.” You swallow, trying your hardest to stay completely still as he moves his hips forward, sheathing himself inside your warmth slowly. 
“Shit, you feel so fucking good.” He shifts his hips, making his cock twitch inside you. You can feel it, feel every inch of him the further he sheathes himself inside. 
He hooks your legs over his shoulder, sliding himself deep enough that you almost scream and grab onto the headboard of his bed. “Eren—I—” Biting your lip, you roll your eyes back, leaning further into the pillow.
There’s something about the darkness of the room that makes the experience even more sexier. He looks down at his cock disappearing between your legs and gives a soft experimental thrust just to see how you’ll react. You moan, of course, loudly. That’s always something he loved about you, how you were unable to control yourself around him, especially your volume whenever he fucked you.
“Oh my g-god.” You whisper when he starts his thrusts, hitting inside you so deep it’s overwhelming. 
His grunts only turn you on more, splaying his hand out on your stomach as he fucks into you, not caring about how loud the two of you are being. He knows his fellow classmates next door are gonna yell at him in the morning for the volume but he can focus on that later.
Now? All he cares about is you. He presses down on your stomach, making sure you feel his cock driving into your walls, making sure its extra sensitive for you, just so he can hear your moans even louder.
“So—fuckin’ —tight,” he mutters, eyes straight to the sight of his dick fucking in and out of you at a rapid pace. He wishes the lights were on right now so he could see how your slick clings to his shaft. His eyes land on his phone by his pillow next to your head and grabs it without thinking, turning on the flash and shining it at the scene below him.
“Look how fuckin’ wet you are, baby.” 
You use the little energy he hasn’t fucked out of your body yet to sit on your elbows, eyes narrowing in on the sight in front of you, how your slick coats his cock with each thrust. You knew you were wet, after all you could feel it and hear it, but to see it? Damn.
“Eren—I wanna cum—” You toss the phone away, both of you not caring how it tumbles to the floor, and wrap your arms around his neck, tugging him down to kiss you, “please let me cum, need it Eren, please.”
“Shit,” he licks into your mouth, wrapping his lips around your tongue and sucking obnoxiously, “Cum for me baby.”
You scream his name, voice shaking as your walls cling to him desperately, milking him for all he’s got. He buries himself deep inside you, rolling his hips ever so slightly and swears as he empties his cock in you, fucking a wet mixture of both your cum back inside you with short thrusts.
Your legs are so sensitive that they shake, twitch and spasm with each thrust he gives. “Eren—I—” 
“I know baby, I know.” He kisses your forehead as he drops to your side, making sure he doesn’t fall on top of you. He wraps his arms around you, bringing you to rest on his chest. “Get some sleep, ‘kay?” 
“Okay,” you smile, wrapping your arms around his neck and closing your eyes before drifting off to sleep.
When the two of you wake up in the morning, the lights are back on. The ceiling fan spinning around and Eren’s desk light on and bright. You rub your eyes with the heel of your palm, lifting yourself off his chest. Eren is sleeping soundly underneath you, his eyes closed shut, lips slightly parted and nose wrinkling every now and then.
You lean forward, flicking some hair strands away from his face to get a better view. He’s so beautiful, honestly. You’ll never get tired looking at him.
His dorm door opens but you don’t hear it because your senses are all busy scanning Eren’s face from head to toe. Armin enters the room, rubbing his eyes exhaustedly, only to freeze when he sees a half naked you on top of his half naked best friend. “Oh my god! I’m so sorry!” 
You turn your head to the left to see the door instantly slam shut. The noise causes Eren to wake up, sitting up abruptly and you almost fall off him. “What was that?”
“I think Armin’s back…”
Eren yawns, shrugging his shoulders and rolling his neck to the side to get rid of that morning tension. “The lights are back.”
“I can see that.”
“You’re not gonna leave?”
“What if I don’t want to leave?”
The two of you stare at each other for what seems like ages. Eren can’t help but wonder if your question has multiple implications behind it, meanwhile you wait for him to get the reference but when it looks like he’s struggling you sigh and roll your eyes. “It means I want to get back together, stupid.”
“I fucking knew it.” He grabs onto you, pinning you back down onto the bed. He kisses your forehead, rubbing his thumbs along your cheekbone. You smile up at him, leaning forward to press your forehead against his own. “This time,” he starts, brushing his thumb against your lips, “I won’t fuck up.”
“I know.” You kiss him, just a peck before pulling away. “I trust you.”
You’re about to kiss again when you hear claps from the other end of the doorway. 
“Armin get the fuck out!” Eren yells.
“Sorry!! I’ll leave you two alone” Congrats, by the way!!” He yells out before hurriedly rushing out of the dorm.
Eren rolls his eyes, bringing his attention back to you. “Sorry about him.”
“It’s fine.” You run your eyes down your boyfriend's face and body, just now realising he’s shirtless. “...Wanna go for round 2?
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conniesmommie · 8 months
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YALL SEE EREN JAEGER WIT A FRESH CUT TOO RIGHT???!!! OR AM I DELULU😭😫LMK
i remember him and his ex leilani from musically. so when he popped up on my fyp (ironically right after i finished reading a plug eren fic) I GASPED CHILE CAUSE WHY IS HE SO FINE? then he wit my girl jess like lawddd. you just asking to be a wattpad face claim😭his skin so clear, his hair is gorge, his voice deep and raspy, BITCH THE TATS??? THE BAWDY??? not to mention he keep him a black woman by his side😫and not in a weird fetishy corny way!
sorry for the rant but i just had to share this beautiful man with all the tumblr girlies cause whew😮‍💨
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dearbraus · 5 months
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eren being a slightly possessive little bitch boy is exactly why i like him. he’s a loser and he’s whiny but he’ll treat you right which is exactly why he can’t fathom you ever breaking up with him but you do it anyway (you regret that) (he knows you do that’s why he keeps dropping by unannounced)
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pinkmirth · 1 year
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till the headboard BREAKS
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likesunsetorange · 3 months
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— exes to lovers au moodboard!
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heich0e · 5 months
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lucky strike eren the man that u are…… <3333 heart eyes heart eyes heart eyes
lucky strike eren the man that u aren't........... (regrettably still heart eyes)
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karizard-ao3 · 6 months
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https://x.com/hanpetos/status/1474225793215700992?s=20
Mikasa was doing jury duty for eren's trial and absolutely fell in love with him. They see each other 3mos later randomly at a pharmacy. Their eyes meet and immediately recognize eo.
Confession time. I saw this ask when I got up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom and then stayed up for an extra thirty minutes googling prison sentences for murder. Based on that, here's what we know:
There's no way Eren was found innocent
If we want him to be in prison for a shorter sentence, he's gotta be convicted of manslaughter. I'm thinking he got into a fight, went a little too hard, and killed the two guys.
M i k a s a is on his jury and they definitely have this vibe. He is quite taken with her and she is going home at night and wondering what is wrong with her that she is so giggly over a man who killed two people. He's just so hot!
When Aaron gets convicted, he goes to jail for, let's say 6 years because the guys attacked him first. So, even though he killed two people they see it as kind of an extenuating circumstance that he had to fight harder to defend himself and so he as we saw went too hard and killed them both. Or something like that. While he's in prison, he can't get this juror off of his mind. He's daydreaming about her, he's trying to figure out who she was so he can find her when he gets out.. she is basically what gets him through his sentence. And, maybe he even gets out a little early for good behavior and gets put on parole because he is just so dead set on getting out and finding her that he doesn't have time to get into trouble.
As for mikasa, she still thinks about that hot murderer now and then but she doesn't really think that there's a chance that she'll ever run into him because he's in prison and they probably wouldn't run in the same circles and so she moves on with her life. She's not fixating on him the same way because she's a normal person and does normal person things like meat a nice guy and get engaged to him during the time that eren is put away. The reason I want her to be engaged is because I think it's really hot when Mikasa dumps a wonderful stable guy to be with her deranged lunatic e r e n. And that's exactly what happens! E r e n gets out of jail, he figures out who she is, and he goes to her. She is helpless to resist him. He's just got this vibe that she responds to. She goes home and she dumps her fiance with no explanation, giving him back his ring and going getting all of her things together and moving out of their apartment. Does she move in with ex-con eren? I don't know but she does take up with him immediately. All of her friends and family think that she is insane and maybe she is but she's having a great time.
Once again, I was writing this with voice to text so I'm sure that some of the names have been misspelled and there are typos and stuff but since I am rushing to work I don't really have time to go over it for spelling and errors and whatnot. I might be able to fix it up later but for now you'll just have to make do with what I've managed. I apologize.
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is0pr0pyl-alc0h0l · 1 year
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the new Deltarune Manga looks great
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erieren · 2 years
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Ok but Eren just chilling on the couch and his gf randomly just plopping down next to him and pulling his shorts down and when he gives her a confused look all she says is “I wanna see it get hard”. And once he is, she just goes “ah” and gets up and leaves eren all hot and bothered.
Pls pls pls write smthn like that but if u don’t wanna that’s alright too
cw: handjob (kind of), eren gets blue balled 😟
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so with this i can imagine eren just laying on the couch, head propped up with one hand while the other hold an apple or something that he’s snacking on. he’s not really paying attention to whatever’s on the tv, so when you sit next to him with pleading eyes, he knows that something’s up.
“you need something, babe?” he asks before munching on the apple again.
you hesitate for a second, suddenly feeling your face heat up. “wanna see your dick get hard.”
in his mind, he’s thinking “what the fuck,” but he wordlessly takes another bite, contemplating his next move.
“i mean… go for it, i guess.” he shifts his position on the couch, sitting up correctly and spreading his legs.
you fall to the floor in front of him and tease the waistband of his grey sweats before pulling them down along with his boxers. he lifts his hips so it’s easier for you to drag them down his thighs.
even on soft his dick looks pretty big as it rests against his thigh. your eyes flit up to his green ones for reassurance, and he gives you a little nod. you reach for his dick and he finally sits back to let you take control.
“so why’d you wanna do this?” he asks as you start stroking his length.
“hmm… i was just curious.” the feeling is so foreign; you’re used to feeling his dick all rigid and veiny, not… floppy. (help idk how else to describe it 😭)
every time your hand gets to the top of his dick, you massage the sensitive spot underneath his tip with your thumb. his chest rumbles as he lets out a groan in satisfaction. and as each second passes, you feel him grow harder in your hand.
once it’s standing at its full length, you jerk him a couple more times before moving to stand up. his eyes flutter open just in time to watch you disappear into the hallway.
“h-hey! where are you going?” he calls out to you.
you fight the urge to laugh out loud. “i told you i wanted to see it get hard, didn’t i?”
you sneaky little minx, he thinks. “yeah, but you can’t just stop there and expect me to be okay with it!” he stuffs the rest of the apple into his mouth before hurriedly pulling up his boxers and sweats.
you hear his feet padding down the hall before the door to your shared bedroom suddenly busts open. “come on baby, please,” he begs.
eren begging is a rare sight indeed, and you just can’t say no.
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poppy-metal · 2 years
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love people who just look like they bully clits until they're all puffy and throbbing behind closed doors <3
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shreddedleopard · 8 months
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Eren and Levi here are interesting to me. And Mikasa tbh. Interesting choices.
Eren especially, actually. He looks like he’s been hiding and playing a joke, and why are Grisha’s things on his teacup??
Some shit is gonna down in this final part. I’m so tired of all the weirdness now, just gimme it plssss.
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ficsforeren · 2 years
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What about Irene’s first boyfriend and her first break up… OMG what about teaching the kids about the birds and the bees? XD
oh noooo irene's first break up would be dad eren trying to cheer her up by stuffing her mouth with her favorite chocolate brand, cuddling her close as they watch Hachiko together so she can cry it out, while also constantly trash-talking her ex like "that guy doesn't deserve you and you know why? cause you're a fucking princess and he's a fucking asshole. and you know what we do to assholes? we fuck them up. I'm gonna murder him later, baby, you just stay looking pretty as always okay?"
"dad, mom told you not to swear."
"mom doesn't have to know sssshhh" and he'll hug her like
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with irene feeling so uncomfortable cause "dad, i'm sixteen"
"ssssh, you're my pretty little baby. never aged a day, always be my baby."
"gross. also, please don't murder my ex."
"if my baby says so." and he'll kiss her forehead as he says the words but the second he's out of her room, he's like, grabbing his baseball bat and like "right, time to fuck some shit up"
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prettyboykatsuki · 1 year
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“None of your business” EREN SAID THAT CUZ HE DIDNT WANNA SAY TGAT HE AND HIS EX BROKE UP CUZ HE WAS STILL IN LOVE WITH OC
yes he sure did !! he is delusional about reader and will be till the end of time like. they are 4lifers i fear
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pinkmirth · 1 year
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I’m whipping up a lil something for eren’s bday 🤭
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