Eren x caribbean gf headcanons 🙏
wanderlust | e. yaeger
word count: 1,440 [5 min 13 sec read] | ✪ content warnings: facesitting, six nine, handjob, eren using y/n like a face mask, he’s a munch in this (all hail the munches)
eren x reader / eren x black!reader / eren x carribean!reader
✭ drabbles of eren and his pretty beach bound girl. ( ps, sorry for taking so long anon. side note, everyone and their mama is jamaican, so the reader in this is not jamaican. trinidad and tobago i’m side eyeing you too. sorry not sorry, we need representation for other islands. )
eren absolutely gets himself into trouble just to hear you yell at him. he thinks it’s so fucking sexy, especially when you notice his hard-on and yell more.
the way your accent tends to come out when you’re angry just goes straight to his dick, mans can’t help it.
“woooii- ya make mi blood clot, eren! round with ya friends, can’t give nuh call or send mi text den tiptoe in the damn house like a ninja. ya can’t answer when me fa call ya name?”
he’s between your legs and you’re scolding him, finger pushing his big ass head around. he’s been out for a few hours later then he said he would, then came and snuck up behind you in the bathroom as you’re doing your hair.
yet all he can do after he’s put you on the counter is smirk down at you. he grabs you finger, guiding it down his chest and silences your complaints with a kiss.
it’s when he leads your hands low enough that you break it.
“jesus eren. you’re fucking nasty,” you shame, your american tongue coming back.
“no keep yelling,”
“ya fa be ‘shamed a-yaself.” you scold, trying to hide your smirk, brushing your fingers over his buldge.
eren takes u to the most luxurious parts of your home possible, he knows how much you love your families native country.
in college, he works his ass off to take you home atleast twice a year at fancy resorts or luxurious airbnbs.
as he gets older and more successful, the trips get better and more frequent.
your 10 year anniversary gift? him buying you a home at home.
eren finds the way you eat fruit with no fork adorable. he loves your brown doe eyes staring up at him accompanied by your sticky mouth.
“what?” you question, looking up at eren from your beach chair, mango in hand.
“nothing baby,” he smiles, bending down to grab a wet-wipe from your picnic blanket, “you just devour fruit like a bulldozer.”
“do not.” you protest, and despite him wiping your hands down his gaze is still set straight on you. there’s a slight breeze passing by, and his green eyes peer at you though his waving hair.
“stop looking at me like i’m that mango.”
“am not!” you protest again as he moved onto wiping your mouth and cheeks, knowing damn well you’re about to jump his bones in the hotel room later.
he loves your mango, grapefruit and pineapple fed pussy, he swears it makes you taste sweeter. before you, eren never came home craving his girl’s pussy like a meal. but yours? you have to claw him off you.
this time, eren’s taken you to jamaica, one of the carribean islands you actually haven’t been to yet. he pulls the rented jeep into the drive way of your two’s airbnb, coming home to feed you the breakfast you sent him to the market for.
“hi ren baby. did you get it?” your brown eyes and coily hair peek up at him from your book from your place on the couch when he turns the corner into the living room.
“mhm.” he nods simply, holding up the brown paper bag in his hand to show you.
but he’s craving a different meal.
“ohhh good! the utensils and plates here are so so cute, i think the host even left wine. is it too early to day drin- baby?” you question, distracted at the way he pulls at your hips and cuts you off with an absolutely nasty kiss.
“i need to be fed too,” eren says, briefly breaking the kiss, his hands sneaking into your tiny panties and toying with your clit. you know he isn’t talking about his own meal in the bag.
two of his fingers slide up and down your hole, collecting your slick, then slowly penetrates your tight ring.
“mmmm,” you let out a cat-like purr as his fingers slide deeper into you, moving up and down, riding, and he knows the perfect balance of thrusting to please you.
he’s swallowing all of your pretty moans, tasting the chapstick off your lips as he’s attacking at your lips, then your jaw. your neck. your collarbones. until he’s laid you down and pulling your cropped cami top up to get at the valley between your breasts.
he’s humming out appreciatively against your skin, tasting the soft reminants of your shea butter from a shower the night before. he travels, just a little, but cruelly ignores your hard nipples pointing up for him. he disconnects from your breasts with a squelch, sitting back up to pull off your panties and lay down beneath you.
“what’s gotten into you, rennie?” you ask, a little breathless between movements.
“nothing sweetheart. now sit,” he demands, pulling you up onto his chest.
“wait. let me touch you?” he doesn’t object and you go straight for it, sliding down his sweats and eagerly pulling out his coated dick. there’s two beads of pre still going down his shaft when you lean down to lick and start to suck on him, he slaps your ass.
“i’m eating. if you’re going to touch and distract me, hands only.”
and you do. scooting back more so your cunt hovers over his face, wrapping your fist around his cock. he pulls you down and begins licking at your cunt.
eren shakes his head lightly, pressing his tongue into you and passing over your clit a few times so deliciously, the downright nasty sounds of him slurping at your cunt making you clench around nothing. while his tongue travels back up to your leaking hole, he closes his lips around your cunt too, sucking.
“s-so good baby,” you praise, then get caught off guard by him prodding his tongue at your entrance and penetrating you.
and eren’s tounge is thick. not absolutely abnormal, but definitely matches his 6’4 height.
the repeated feeling of his muscle penetrating you sends you spiraling, tightening your grip around his shaft trying to ground yourself. with every in and out motion, more of your slick is pushed out and down his throat.
eren is addicted to feeling you come on his tongue instead of his dick, something about you creaming on his face? does it for him.
you’d think it’d be the way your hands swivel around his shaft that’d send him spurting sticky while liquid up around your hands but instead, it’s the way your hips jerk in their up and down motion while you cum, your ass jiggling on his face.
“ima.. ima cum eren.. i’m cummin’” hence the stuttering of your hips and your breathy, choked out moans. he wraps his arms around your thighs, burying his face further into your cunt.
“yeah princess?” he asks rhetorically, softly slapping at and jiggling your thighs, “do it baby. keep cumming on my face.”
“hah- fuckkk rennn..” you’re mewling, riding out your orgasm on your mans unfaltering tongue, drinking in the vibration of his words against your cunt.
“you’re such a sweet girl. my sweet girl.” he says, gazing up at you as you’ve now scooted down and are sitting on his chest. he doesn’t protest at way you leak down his abs.
“am i?” you return a dopey smile, flopping over ontop of him.
one of his arms wrap around you waist, rubbing soothingly at your bare ass while the other softly rubs at your scalp.
he doesn’t reply, instead you’re left to listen to the beat of his heart and rise and fall of his chest as you two share radiated body heat. you’re close enough to the ocean to hear the waves in the distance.
“.. okay, now can we eat?” you ask, breaking the silence, gazing at the forgotten food on the side table.
eren loves traveling with you, you grabbing him by the hand and leading the way. he’ll follow you anywhere.
“it’s a type of spanish lime but TECHNICALLY, but it’s more like a grape. it’s called kenip.” you inform him, tapping his shoulder indicating he could put you down now.
he puts you back down on the sand, having previously had you on his shoulder so you could pick the fruit from a tree growing on the beach.
he just stares up at you with the biggest eyes of admiration as you peel and hand feed him a handful.
“you like it?”
“yeah. i like you.”
“the stupid limes that are actually grapes, big head.”
“those too.”
he does like you. he loves you. his little caribbean girlfriend who’s smile glows the brightest when she’s taken to the beach. who cries in disdain when he gets fruit from the supermarket and not the farmers market. who’s vibrant dark skin, which he’s in awe by, enhances in the summer.
he loves you.
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Could I please request a date with Sebek and my oc, Blue? Attached is the character sheet for her.
꒰— ๑ author’s note. hi mootie!!! TYSMM for being my first event request <3 i’m happy to write for your gorgeous girl and her obnoxious boyfie. hope u liked this as much as i enjoyed wring it for you, sweetie.꒱
౨ৎ sebek + old-fashioned carnival stalls.
As out-of-place as it may seem, Sebek is oddly provoked by carnival games. Paired with the fact that he hasn't had the chance to visit any local fairs since he was a child, that makes for a very competitive mindset.
He finds the idea idiotic, the notion of spending your money to win something as trivial as a stuffed animal or keychain, but the fact that he's absolutely horrible at some of them is just so infuriating.
(The vendors love him. They think he's a riot.)
You have to stop him yourself, or else he'll spend all of his money on a single stall.
Sebek really doesn't know when to quit. He wants to be good at everything, he says (rather loudly). The poor boy's eventually discouraged (though he'd never admit that to you) after striking out on so many games that he eventually just quits angrily, all while crying to you about how unworthy he is to breathe the same air as Malleus.
For the day, the two of you peruse town as the retainer stomps around, trying his hand at each and every game stall he sees. Fish scooping, ring-toss, target practice, until you're dizzy from travelling in circles with him.
As part of the carnival experience, the two of you make plans to eat just-as-festive food. Fleur city has an old, traditional charm to it. Why not make the most of your trip? Funnel cakes in the shape of large blossoms, spun sticks of sugar formed like small goats, ice cream cones with towering scoops of exotic flavors, etc. And gosh, can Sebek eat.
Before the evening truly ends, Sebek pulls you aside, near the bridge connecting the school with the rest of town. The light does no favors to the red on his cheeks. You tell yourself to ignore it with a snicker, as you'd probably just embarrass him more (as cute as he'd look). In two fingers, he clutches the plastic of a bag, containing water, containing the goldfish he managed to catch earlier.
"Take it!" he exclaims. "I have no need for such a useless creature." So you do.
"Today was not..." he clears his throat loudly, "insufferable."
You smirk. Maybe I will tease him... just a little.
"Yeah? What're you trying to say, Sebek?" He flushes, knowing how you revel in the way his face matches the cherries on your desserts from earlier. So he just... goes for it.
"I AM SAYING THAT I RATHER LIKE YOU AND WOULD LIKE TO HAVE THE CHANCE TO COURT YOU PROPERLY!!"
"Oh." You make a new point to shift in the golden glow of the flower-shaped lampposts. Now you're red. At least your plan worked, your congratulate yourself silently. "Well..." If this was the last night you and the rowdy, egotistical freshman would have in this city, you decided right then and there to make it last.
And if that was embarrassing both you and Sebek with a kiss, well... maybe this moment above the canal was just meant for the two of you and the evening sky to see.
"Maybe I rather like you, too."
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HIGH SCHOOL SWEETHEART! ✩‧₊˚
it's cliche, yeah, but who doesn't love a good high-school romance? or...the various ways you fall in love with the cutest boys at school!
contains: yuuji itadori, megumi fushiguro, suguru geto, satoru gojo (all under 18!)
cw: very cliche tropes, like rom-com cliche that makes you wanna barf...kissing el oh el, cursing..if there's anymore lmk!
HEAVILY INSPIRED BY THIS TIKTOK!!! please check her out her acc is so funny (I got permission to write based off of it!)
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god, i wish i was like gojo… that man is…. effortlessly cool! - gojo satoru ⋆·˚ ༘ *
In an attempt to regain your pride in senior year, you set off to earn the pettiest person award, and shove it in your ex-situationship's face that you're way better off without him. With a plan in motion, one of the prettiest boys in school, and some determination, maybe things will turn out better than expected! [fake girlfriend!reader]
"you caught feelings, or what?" - COMING SOON
I didn’t realize so many people knew me- maybe i’m just… too oblivious! - yuuji itadori ⋆·˚ ༘ *
when neighbor and resident prince charming yuuji itadori gives you a ride home, word spreads like wildfire that you’re his new girlfriend…but the more time you spend with the football captain makes you think that.. maybe this isn’t so bad? [neighbor!reader]
“need a ride?” - COMING SOON
you’re that guy from ap chem, right? guess i’m… keeping an ion you! - megumi fushiguro ⋆·˚ ༘ *
after all of the confessions and attempts fushiguro’s gotten from girls (some even being your friends) you’d expect him to be a lot more popular- plus, his best friend is football captain. but- as he explains it, there’s good reason for why megumi doesn’t stick in the limelight, and maybe, he’ll teach you a thing or two. [popular girl!reader]
"maybe we’ll finally be alone."- COMING SOON
don’t you know, geto? you’re like- everyone’s… role model. - suguru geto ⋆·˚ ༘ *
if you want to maintain your high academic standing, you’re going to have to bump that flat 87.7% B to an A in 2 weeks. Lucky for you, there’s a perfect solution! And while you thought it came in the form of extra credit, it’s actually Suguru Geto, every teacher’s favorite, and your biggest rival. [academic rivals!reader]
"meet me in the library." - COMING SOON
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