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Playful Cloud Training

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it’s him, it’s fanfic!eren

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madonna and child

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“you were such a normal girl when we met that you saved me. i enjoyed talking to you and was happy to feel like a normal boy.” 

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douma || devout

ok i am slowly turning into a douma fucker and i hate IT but this is mostly for @xenihime cause they’re the biggest douma fucker i’ve ever seen

this was based off of this fanart

also fuck tumblr for always ruining the quality of my headers he looks so pretty

warnings/notes: cursing, nsfw, smut, mentions of cults, shower/bath sex, god complex, reader is a little stupid for liking douma, begging, crying, idk how to feel abt this

tall grass tickled your knees along with the soft petals of flowers in the estate’s garden. you reach onto your tip toes, carefully taking the clothes that hang on the wire off and into the woven basket you hold against your torso. when all the clothes are gathered into the basket, you sigh in exasperation and make your way back to the stone steps of the engawa.

with much struggle, you scurry across the engawa to get to servant’s quarters that bustle with hushed chatter. you almost groan aloud at the sight of the shut sliding door, pressing your knuckles into the indented handle while holding the basket and gently swinging it open. it makes a small bang against the framing and you watch as all the other women in the room flinch and look at you. they clear a path at the sight of the basket.

“douma-sama’s dirty cloths are in the corner,” a woman says, head turning to look at the duplicate woven basket.

“thank you,” you nod as you pass by, gently placing the basket you have in your hands down onto the tatami flooring.

you treat the clothes like they’re glass as you transfer the shirts to hangers and fold his pants along with his delicates. you stack his pants in the basket followed by his delicates, drooping the hung shirts over the opening of the basket. you grunt while picking the basket back up and walk back out of the door, listening to the soft pitter patter of your footsteps.

the journey to douma’s private estate was far enough to have you sigh in relief as you approached the charmed doorway. you look to the door only to find dread filling your heart when you realize that there are no women servants standing by the doorway. you’re forbidden from putting the basket onto the ground in fear that the clothing will be dirtied, even against the shiny wood. in the two years you’ve served this man, not once had there been servants missing from the doorway.

you furrow your eyebrows, maybe they’d gone out and just hadn’t said anything. you shift the basket into one arm like you did previously, using your newly free hand to knock at the door.

“douma-sama,” you speak softly, afraid he might be sleeping, “i’ve come with your laundry. there are no servants outside. do i have permission to enter?”

you hear douma sing out a ‘yes’, letting you quietly slide open the door and step inside. you turn around and close it behind you, shifting it back into both of your hands and walking further into the room.

douma sits upon the plush cushions of his bed, gold framing glistening in the light of the candles. a gentle, yet wide, smile is spread across his face as he ogles you and the basket in your arms. you place the basket onto the ground very carefully, proceeding to get onto your knees and hands.

you rest your forehead against your knuckles as you chant a greeting to him, getting back up only whenever he lets out a satisfied hum. silently, you hang his shirts up in his closet and ignore how his hungry eyes linger on your form.

“douma-sama,” you're immediately answered with a hum, “do i have permission to put away your delicates?”

unlike with the shirts and pants, you ask permission to put away his undergarments. no one has really explained it to you over the years, but you've made the assumption that douma likes to keep his privacy to an extent.

“of course,” his sultry voice chimes like the wind, tying up a knot inside your core.

you pad over to his dresser and put away his underwear, repeating the same process with the pants. you bow down to him again, thanking him for his presence and permission, just as you do every time.

“yes yes,” your thighs squeeze together when he speaks, finally able to stand and walk away.

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you sit with your knees folded flawlessly, only staring straight ahead into douma’s eyes.

you weren't told as to why, but you were invited to eat dinner with the seductive man. of course, you accepted, douma was a god after all and this was a once in a million chance.

you listen to him talk, stiff as a board as you guide your chopsticks to your mouth.

“you can relax, you know,” his cheek rests against his fist.

“as you wish,” you relaxed your shoulders and chew quietly. it’s better to comply rather than question.

he pouts at you, obviously displeased with your formality even after he’s said something about it. and while he’s upset, you’re confused. douma’s a god, you’re just a human, one that worships him. why did he invite you to eat with him? why does he want you to relax?

“tell me about your life, dear,” he traces his fingertip around the rim of his glass, no doubt filled with grape wine.

“apologies, douma-sama, but i’m a bit perplexed as to why you wish to know about my life along with your invitation to dinner,” you look down at your hands folded in your lap, heat swarming your face.

“because i’ve caught an interest in you,” he chuckles as if it were nothing, which is not the case.

you ignore how the embarrassment claws at your head and look back up to him.

“i see,��� you mumble, “what is it that you’d like to know? i’m an open book to you, my god.”

“tell me about your family, childhood. it’s something i’m deeply fascinated with,” his choice of words are just a tad concerning, but you brush it off.

you furrow your eyebrows while you think of a way to articulate your words. you didn’t exactly come from the best life, not many did, and just because douma had asked doesn’t mean he wanted to hear your trauma.

“my mother wasn’t exactly… the kindest woman whenever i was growing up. my grandmother was very loving and coddling, which i appreciated more than words can describe. one day, something happened to my grandmother along with my mother, who was the culprit of the disaster. after that, i ended up here.”

douma, once again, seemed displeased.

“why are you being so vague,” it’s the first you’ve seen him with a frown, “i want details.”

“apologies, but i figured since you spend so much time listening to others pouring out their hearts and troubles, you wouldn’t want to listen to mine. i feel it might be exhausting for you,” your smile is small, but it lights up the room in douma‘s eyes.

“i asked for a reason,” he softens his voice and his smile becomes fond along with the look that lingers in his eyes.

you nod and explain everything in more depth, the god in front of you nodding each time you pause to take a breath.

“so i wandered and wandered. sometimes high to the mountain plains, sometimes low into the humid caverns. it wasn’t until i was in a village i started looking for a place to stay. the mention that there was an almighty god that blessed his followers,” your look turns bashful.

“that’s how i ended up here.”

despite how much you’ve just spoken, and how much he’s already had to listen to others from earlier, douma finds himself clinging onto your words.

it’s so odd. unbelievable that douma’s even feeling. not once in his life had douma felt any emotion, always putting on a bunch of hand carved masks that were slowly starting to dent. he put on a polite smile and faux sympathy as he listened to those confessing.

he didn’t want to let you go. he didn’t want what happened with the other woman to happen again.

he’ll cling onto dear life if needed, just to have you stay.

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the moon illuminates from the sky above when you’re told that you’re needed by douma. you shrug a little inside of your head but set off to the man who’s captivated your heart.

“douma-sama,” the sound of cicadas and owls follows after the soft greeting you make, sandals crunching against the stone walkway.

“hello,” he cheers, formality falling from his loose grip.

“i was told that you needed my presence,” your eyelashes flutter unintentionally and a ball forms deep in your stomach.

“indeed,” he says, turning around and walking away. a symbol to follow, “i require assistance with something.”

you notice he’s loosely wearing a white and red yukata, as if he had done it himself. it throws you for a loop, considering he had no need to do anything himself.

“what is it,” you’re shortly answered by the distant heat and steam from in front of you.

“i invite you to a bath,” he holds out a hand towards the sight of the biggest ofuro you’ve probably ever seen.

servant’s didn’t even really get one, even in the shared bathroom. you all were mostly subjected to a small bucket of water with a rag and soaps of your choice.

“as long as it pleases you, douma-sama,” you smile and step closer to him, hands gently coming to the hemlines of his yukata.

you slowly push the fabric off of his shoulders, half lidded and seductive eyes getting lost in his own. he seems pleased based off of the sly smile spread on his face. your hands crawl down to the loosely tied obi, easily undoing it by tugging at it. he lets the yukata drop to the ground, standing there in all of his glory.

the knot in your stomach curls whenever he gets inside the ofuro, the view of his muscular backside further igniting the lust growing inside of you. he leans against the walls of it, watching you undress with a raised eyebrow.

you try to ignore the way you almost fall whenever you get in with douma, and thankfully he hasn’t noticed. he’s more distracted by your body.

“the water is so nice,” you sigh dreamily, throwing your head back against the wooden rim.

“i know something else nice,” his innuendo is not as smooth as he originally thought it would be, but you don’t seem to cringe.

“what’s that, douma-sama,” your voice is husky as you both scoot closer to one another.

“i’m looking at her,” his breath tickles the tip of your nose.

the first kiss is soft and experimental. lips finding refuge against each other along with the now wandering hands that slither up and down one another’s body. you grab at his neck and arms, and he squeezes the skin of your breast and thigh.

the second kiss is more heated than before. with him pulling you into his lap, hands flush against your hips. you’re moaning into his mouth and swinging your arms around his neck simultaneously, the sound of the water swishing as you rock against one of his thighs.

“douma-sama,” you sigh whenever he pulls away to look down at his fingers poking at your clit.

they rub against the nub and douma mouths at the soft flesh of your neck, bathing in your breathy moans rather than the heat of the water. he traces a sharp fingernail down your spine featherly, hissing through your gritted teeth.

“please,” you flutter your eyelashes and he rubs you faster, hips instinctively rolling faster. you’re too high off of the experience to realize the nails on this hand aren’t sharp.

he smirks against your collarbone while flicking his wrist to rub faster.

“d-douma-sama,” you cry out and clamp your thighs shut, the coil in your stomach snapping.

he shushes you while helping you ride out your orgasm, lips pecking at your chest. you pant and look him in the eye, a bashful grin sneaking up on your face.

“thank you, douma-sama,” humming and shaking his head, he spreads your legs further apart.

“it’s my turn,” he purrs, pumping his, now, hard cock under the water.

before you can ask what he means by that statement, he’s slamming your unready body down onto his cock. your cries are mixed with pleasure and pain, but this doesn’t affect douma. he revels in it, letting out a loud and satisfied hum whenever he sees you tremble on his lap.

with a tight grip on your hips, douma bounces you up and down in his cock. you whimper and dig your nails into his shoulders, crescent moons painting his pale skin.

“fuck,” you groan, shoving your face into the crook of his neck as to hide your face.

“such distasteful language.. and in front of your god,” douma sighs with faux disapproval, hand rubbing gently at your back.

he fastens his pace, as if it were a punishment, laughing at how your moans become louder and louder. his feet plant themselves onto the ground as he starts adjusting the angle of his thrusts and their landing.

you cry out unexpectedly at the new angle as the tip of his cock kisses feverishly at your cervix, painful pleasure shooting throughout your shaky body.

“that’s better isn’t it,” he coos in your ear, “is it to your perfection?”

the question was taunting in itself. anything douma did was perfect, he’s a god.

“y-yes! p-perfect, d-douma-sama,” you clench your thighs against his own, tears pricking from the corner of your eyes from how rough he is.

douma pauses his thrusts just for a moment, only for him to start jackhammering into you at a bruising speed. your scream of pleasure rings out throughout the area, something you can’t find yourself to even care for.

“g-gonna cum!! pl-please, lemme cum!” you babble, back arching and pushing your breasts against his chest.

“that’s right, beg for me. beg for your god,” he grunts at how your walls start to squeeze his cock, his own impending orgasm starting to sneak up on him.

“d-douma-sama, pl-please! le-lemme cum, i-i beg,” you whine wantonly, squeezing his shoulders.

“alright,” he hums and smiles with approval, “go ahead and come for me, my devout follower.”

and so you cum with a broken moan, thighs quivering at how douma doesn’t slow down his thrusting. you bury your head in his neck again, sobbing shakily while he chases his orgasm.

it isn’t until two minutes later that he does cum, shooting his hot load in your cunt with a surprisingly throaty moan.

“d-douma...,” you whimper when you feel the warmth of his cum spread inside you.

“your cunt is reserved for me now,” he mumbles against the skin of your shoulder, “along with your being.”

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crying sobbing throwing up at how hot this is bye

full credits to https://twitter.com/keykirschtein !! their bio says reposting allowed w/ credit! 

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Set your heart ablaze ! One last time !!!

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The Family

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If Yoriichi’s spirit inhabited his own automaton.

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“The bond between Nezuko and me can’t be severed by anyone !”

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that’s actually inspired by „The Worthy“ by @junisfics (it’s not the one i promised you yet bflsbfks)

also not me crying about that you’re following me 🥲😭♥️

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So, whatcha doing ?

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Eren Jaëger

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Package for you - Eren Yeager

| one-shot |

Pairing: Eren Yeager x Reader

Summary: You’re neighbors with Eren Yeager, but you don’t talk much. He approaches you one day, after your parents were gone, about something he did the night before — that you weren’t supposed to see, or were you?

Content: | Neighbor! Eren x Reader | Smut | Modern! au |

Word count: 6.1k

CW: smut, dacryphilia, choking, praise kink, male masturbation, oral receiving (m and f) fingering, nipple play, size kink, protected sex, teasing, biting, slight size king

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People saw Eren Yeager in many ways, the way you saw him now — was not one of them.

It was a quiet Friday night. You were fresh out of the shower, a few water droplets ran through your hair and fell on your shivering skin. Your room smelt like the hair nourishing treatments you had on. The only thing covering your bare skin was a milky bathrobe.

You had cracked your window open like you always do late at night. Your room was filled with the singing of crickets that lived in your backyard; but other than that, the night was dead quiet.

You sat on your vanity and chatted with your friends while you prepped yourself for bed. Everything was fine, everything was normal -- until you heard something.

Moans? You've got to be kidding.

You cover your laugh with your hand and grab your phone. You record an audio message and send it to your friends. You couldn't believe some crackheads were getting it on, in the streets in the middle of the night.

You didn't want to look, you know the sight would traumatize you.

They respond by laughing with you. You can't help but conceal your embarrassment for them with more laughter and insults to your group chat.

You set your phone down and begin to put your hair in a protective hairstyle for bed.

While you focused on that, you realized something about the noises coming from outside. It was one voice. One person.

That's even more embarrassing.

You reach over to grab your phone again, but your arm froze after a specific groan entered your eardrums. You snap your eyes towards the reflection on your mirror, like it was a camera and you were on a sitcom.

That was hot.

You shake those thoughts away and look at your mirror again. But this time, your eyes don't focus on your reflection, no, they focus on the reflection of what was outside.

What was outside your window and...inside his.

Could it be? No. That's impossible.

You turn around in your chair and slowly walk towards your window, and there it was.

Eren Yeager.

You gasp at the sight and duck. Your hands fall flat against the floor and your knees ache from the pressure under them. What if he saw you? You couldn't risk it. Is he doing what you think he's doing? You're not sure. Maybe you're going crazy... It wouldn't hurt to look tho.

You slowly lift your head until you can see him again. And your eyes had indeed -- not deceived you.

Your lifelong neighbor, Eren Yeager, stroking himself up and down as he laid against the headboard of his bed with the hem of his t-shirt tucked into his teeth, exposing his abdomen.

Your eyes feel like they'll pop out of your skull at any second. You couldn't believe it. His window was wide open, It was clear as day but you couldn't wrap your head around it.

Your face and chest — scratch that -- your entire body was flushed with a wave of hot blood that made your nape uncomfortably itch. You could feel your pulse on your fingertips as you continued to analyze the sight in front of you.

The main light source of his room was off. The lamps at each side of his bed were what kept his dim room, lit. The color that reflected from the bulbs of said lamps, were orangey-yellow; which made him look warm. His checkered pajama pants were abandoned on his mid-thighs and his body laid on top of his duvet. His skin glistened with sweat as his moans got louder. He threw his head back against his frame only to look at his throbbing dick again.

He pumped himself nice and slow, he'd alter the pace a lot. He would pump himself a few times at an impressively rapid speed — that had to hurt — only to return to his original pace.

You feel arousal pool in your stomach. You couldn't rip your eyes off of him. He looked so dreamy, so at peace. It almost looked fake. Almost looked like you were scrolling down a porn website. He looked so majestic it looked staged. Like he was putting on a show -- and he was -- just, not in the way you were thinking.

His speed increases as his moans get louder. Are his parents not home? How could he do something so taboo, in such a shameless way? He was so loud, so exposed, it almost looked like he wanted to get caught.

His head falls from his headboard and hangs over his body. His legs were twitching, eyes shut, mouth ajar, and arm veins prominent, as he rapidly pumped himself to reach that high he's been working on.

You see his abs contract and remain tightened; his hair, loose, and hanging by the sides of his head.

He felt that familiar feeling, pool in the bottom of his stomach. He picked up the pace as he felt his dick cramp a bit. Sweet moans -- that stained his image to you -- spill more frequently until he finally let go. His dick twitches in his hand as he spills milky-white ropes of cum in his lower stomach. He kept going, kept pumping himself through his high. His sensitive head was crimson, and few prominent veins throbbed with his release.

He closed his mouth and let out a few heavy breaths. He lift his pants back up and walked to his bathroom to clean himself, his shirt was still held up by his mouth.

When you see him standing, you drop on the floor. You reach your hands up to close your blinds before crawling to your bed hoping, praying he didn't notice he had a viewer.

You catch your breath and think about everything that just happened.

You curse yourself for looking. If you thought talking to him before was hard, you can't imagine what it will be like now.

All your chances with him, slipping through your fingers, because you just had to be thirsty huh? There's no way you'll ever look at him in the eyes again.

You and Eren have lived across from each other since you were little. Your parents became friends since your dad and his mom worked together. You'd hang out a lot because of it.

He was that neighborhood friend that was only your 'friend' when you needed a play buddy. You two weren't the closest but it hurt to grow apart from him once you entered middle school.

You've had a crush on him since you were 12. You'd dream of having that Taylor Swift moment, where you'd communicate through scribbles on notebooks since your bedrooms perfectly aligned with each other. It never happened of course, but you still dreamed.

You let go of that crush as you grew into your teenage years. Now you'd only speak to him if you happened to see him, which wasn't that often. You still found him incredibly attractive, so much so that there's this running joke with your friends that you'd be with him one day, grab his heart and make it yours. You'd all laugh as you bragged about getting the boy that was out of everyone's league. You knew that'd never happen, but you still secretly had hope that maybe one day, you'd grow close again.

But that hope just flew out the window because you'll never speak to him again.

You throw your duvet over your hot face and try to sleep.

The next morning, you hear your doorbell ring. Your dad yells at you to get the packet from downstairs.

You groan. why doesn't he do it himself?

You get up and walk downstairs, you open your front door and look at your doormat to find... nothing. What?

You walk outside and search around your mailbox to see if it was there but...nothing. You search around the bushes until you realize it's useless and walk back inside.

"Where is it?" Your dad asks once you've stepped inside.

"It's not here," you say.

"What do you mean? Let me check," he says, walking past you.

You roll your eyes.

"It's not here." He closed the door behind him and whips his cellphone out.

"Yes, I know," you sigh.

He calls out for your mother and when you see her, you notice she's dressed elegantly — they both are, actually.

You ask them where they're going and they tell you your father's boss invited them to an event.

"Don't open the door to anyone, okay?" Your mother shoves her phone and wallet into her sparkly purse.

"Yes, mom."

"We aren't expecting anything or anyone — we have a key, so there's no reason for the bell to be rung. There's a spare key on the kitchen counter, call us if anything happens." She adjusts her dress on the mirror that's close to the entrance of your home.

"Yes, mom, don't worry."

"Okay, let's go." Your dad laid his hands on your mother's shoulders. "I called customer's service and they said they'd look into the missing packet, if they find it, they'll call me directly."

"Okay."

They leave out the door and lock it. A few minutes later you hear the car exit your driveway. When they leave, you go to your refrigerator — you close it with a sigh, and a drink in your hand, and go upstairs.

You lay on your bed for maybe 7 minutes, until you heard your bell ring.

Your heart drops. "We have a key, so there's no reason for the bell to be rung." Your mother's voice rattles through your head.

You inhale sharply at the thought of every negative outcome coming to life. Your breath gets stuck in your throat and you swallow hard to make it go away. A chill slides through your skin, making your body hairs rise and feel uncomfortably prickly against your clothes. You close your eyes and try to contain your breathing. Your body shakes. You're home alone and defenseless. What do you do?

Another ring yanks you out of your thoughts. You snap your head towards your door's direction.

Pull your shit together, that's what you need to do.

You get up and — as quietly as possible — walk down your stairs.

When your front door enters your vision, you walk towards it, only to stop halfway.

What if they have a weapon? What if they want to harm you?

You stare at your door, unsure of what to do; until you remember the machete your dad bought last week — to make the coconuts you have in your backyard, easier to open.

A small smile intrudes on your face. It's sick for you to get excited at the thought of using it to cut something other than coconut, but you don't have to hide that part of you when you're alone, especially in a situation like this.

You open your storage closet and grab its handle. You slowly walk to your door, and the closer you get, the quicker that twisted smile vanishes. Your hand begins to shake again. You close your eyes and swallow hard. The same chill that took over your body earlier, returns and slides down your spine. You can feel a few drops of sweat racing down your lower back. You feel your eyes burn, a few tears threatening to spill as you put your hand on your mouth and look through the peephole.

"Eren?!" you ask, a little too loud.

He lifts his gaze from the floor to your door. You can see him scratching his nape.

"Um,___ your packet was at my door, do you want it?"

"Oh, yeah, hold on a sec." The breath that was stuck in your chest — suffocating you — escaped through your parted lips.

You walk away from the door and look around your living room, trying to remember where the keys were. "There's a spare key on the kitchen counter."

You walk to your kitchen, grab the keys, hide the machete, and wipe away the sweat that coated your forehead. You're already embarrassed that you assumed the worst and were ready to kill, he doesn't need to know that too.

You unlock the door and open it, reviling Eren.

He's in loose sweat shorts, a black t-shirt, and a brown packet that was held by his big veiny hands, same hands he stroked his d-

"So, here." He extends his arms and holds the packet towards your body.

"Oh, thanks." You hold it against your stomach.

when you look down at it, you notice your home address was written correctly. You remember your doorbell was rung too. So, how'd it ended up at Eren's house? Why'd end up at Eren's house? A mix-up between your mail has never happened before, so why did it happen now?

"So... it's pretty hot today, right?" He rocked back and forth on his heels with his hands shoved inside his pockets.

You shift your gaze from the box to his face. You get the hint. "Oh, do you want to come in?" You open your door a little more, welcoming him into your home.

"Thanks," he says, entering your home and shaking his shoes off at the entrance.

"I'll get you some water." You motion him to follow you, and he gladly does.

You place the packet on your kitchen island and open the fridge.

He sits down on the stool chairs under the breakfast bar of your kitchen island and plays with his fingers as he waits for you to serve him some water.

"Here." You hand him a glass cup and cross your arms over the counter.

"Thanks." He gulps the drink down quickly like he'd been waiting for a drop of water to moisture his parched throat for years. He sets the cup back down with a clink.

He looks around your kitchen, unsure of what to say next. The tension was thick and heavy, making you hyper-aware of everything; of your looks, the state of your house, even your breathing pace.

"Nice house." He looks at you. His piercing green eyes staring through your soul.

Heat invades your face and chest as you drop your gaze to your feet. You clear your throat. "So, um-"

"I saw you." He looks away, towards your family portrait on the wall.

With what the machete? That's so embarrassing. You'll never live that down.

"I- I'm home alone and got scared, there's nothing more to it." You shake your head as you keep your gaze on the ground

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

You both look at each other.

"Wha-"

"Yesterday, I saw you yesterday." His irises focus on the cupboard behind you.

Yesterday? Oh. Yesterday.

Your eyes widen. And you turn your back to him.

Maybe the machete thing wasn't so bad after all.

"Did you like it?"

You squeeze your eyes shut as a shiver ran through your arms, breathing, heavier than you'd ever like to admit.

You hear him stand from his chair and walk over to you.

"You weren't so shy last night. Do I need to keep my dick out for you to look at me?"

Your right hand flew to cover your mouth. The shivers you had gotten felt like you were being pricked by needles. You gripped on the hem of your shirt to keep your trembling hands steady.

With a head tilt, he placed his hand on your shoulder. His touch, light like feathers, but his effect, heavy like bricks.

He was attentive, he saw the way you reacted and knew what reactions were green lights and what ones, weren't. You, squeezing your thighs, was enough for him to take a deep breath in and out.

He slid his hands from your shoulders to the side of your neck, eyes never leaving your face.

He leans against your ear. "Do you want it?"

Your eyes snap open and the first thing that enters your sight is the shadow of him towering over you. He looked so big, so tall. His head was so close to yours, you could feel his breaths against your skin.

It was ridiculous the number of times he had given you goosebumps when he hadn't done anything yet. You hated that you were putty in his hands when you weren't in his hands yet.

You turn around and face him, refusing to submit to him so easily. Did you want it? Of course. But he doesn't need to know that yet.

"There you go." He grabs your chin and lightly lifts your face.

"I'm beginning to think you did it on purpose. You're that desperate to get your dick wet?" You tilt your head, masking your want for him with empty insults.

He laughed as he shook his head. It caught you off guard. It wasn't a cocky laugh, it was a genuine laugh. The ones that make the corner of your eyes crinkle.

He took a step towards you, which made you take a step back. He continued until you had nowhere else to go. Your back, pressed against the cold material of your kitchen sink as you leaned back, and he leaned forwards. His veiny forearms caged you in, resting on each side of you, as he supports his weight on the counter's ledge. He blinked his lidded eyes, slowly as he now breathed your air.

"What if I did do it on purpose?" He whispered as he struck you with his dark, green eyes. The breath that fanned your face, smelled like cherry gum.

You swallow and look at the ground, you don't know what to say, you've never been more intimidated and turned on in your life.

He saw your hesitation and took a step back. Maybe he didn't read you that well.

"Hey."

Your eyes find him again.

"Tell me to stop and I will." He placed his hands in his pockets and waited for your response.

You reach a shaky hand towards the hem of his shirt and pull him in. After one, two steps, he was pressed up against your body. His hands found the sides of your waist and held you in place. He leaned his head towards yours slowly. Each one breathing the other's air. Both, too nervous and worked up to admit.

Instead of kissing you, he pressed his forehead against yours. "Need to hear it," He spoke through shut eyes, he didn't know how much longer he could look at you like this.

"I want you," you say, slightly above a whisper.

And it was enough — enough for him to jam his lips against yours like he's been waiting a lifetime to do so.

You moan into his mouth and place your hands on his chest.

He grabs you tightly by the hips, afraid you'll slip away from him.

With another moan muffled by his mouth on yours, you lock your arms behind his neck and pull him in impossibly closer. You slip your tongue against his bottom lip.

He groans against your mouth and grants you access, kissing and sucking on your tongue. Through heavy breaths, he places his thigh in between your legs.

His hands wander around your body, rubbing and squeezing anything he touches. His hand creep up under your shirt, his warm and light touch made you dizzy. He struggled to undo your bra, which made him break the kiss and turn you around by your hips.

He pressed his bulge on your ass and pushed your back forward to meet with the cold stone. He began to undo your bra as he bucked his hips into yours.

Your eyes were squeezed shut, your cunt painfully throbbing around nothing. Your brain was too drunk off him to realize he was going to fuck you in your kitchen.

"Wait!" You raise your body from the counter, which made you press against him harder.

You both let out a ridiculously shaky moan.

"What's up?" He held on to your hips lightly, tracing circles with his fingers.

"Not here, let's go upstairs." You turn around and grab his hand to guide him to your room.

When you were close enough to your door, he crashed his body against yours and took your lips in his again. He opened the door for you and pushed you inside, he shut it with a kick, never breaking the kiss.

You walk backward with Eren pressing you hard against him. You fall against your bed, he breaks the kiss and takes his shirt off, you take a moment to appreciate his lean built. The few brown freckles that decorated his chest and abs had you reaching your hand towards him to touch him.

He looks down at your hand while panting.

You look up at him with a slight smile and start moving it south.

His breath gets stuck in his throat and he grabs your hand to desperately make you touch his bulge. You shuffle in your seat and join your other hand at the band of his sweats. You pause and look up at him. He nods his head for you to continue.

You slide his shorts off and touch him through his boxers. He was so hard, so big, it had you rubbing your thighs together. You begin to palm him which earns you a groan. He didn't want to rush you, but he also couldn't stop himself from bucking his hips against your hand.

You slowly slide his boxers off and feel hot at the sight. His dick sprung out was almost aligned with your mouth. It was slightly curved upwards and oozing precum from the tip. His head was deep red and his size wide. You knew he'd hit the right places without bruising anything.

You look up at him again as he cups your face, his thumb opening your mouth. He leaned forward and took your mouth in his. This kiss felt different from the others. It was gentle and intimate, leaving you breathless as he slipped away.

You grab his dick and start smearing his precum against the rest of his skin.

He closed his eyes with a deep breath. You get closer and spit on it, you continue to slowly pump him and twirl your hand when you got to the tip. You then, take him in your mouth, too impatiently to drag things out for both of you.

He opened his eyes with a groan once he felt the warmth of your mouth around him.

He cupped your face again and had you look up at him, the sight, almost enough to make him cum. He moves his hands to the back of your head and pauses to look at you. You took your mouth off of him and continued pumping him with your hand.

"Do anything you want." You took him back in, and he wasted no time to fuck your throat.

He started off slowly until he got carried away and picked up his pace. You gag around him, your nose stings, and your eyes are squeezed shut, but you can't find it in you to care. Spit is drooling down your jaw, as you look at him. His abs on your face, flexing every time you moan around him, his eyes closed as his deep breaths filled the air. The sight was too much, he was too much.

He stops his movements and slides out of your mouth. He pushes your body back until you meet with the mattress.

"Been waiting for so long," He pants as he straddles your legs.

He peeled your shirt off and threw it aside with your bra.

His hands find your breasts immediately, which made you squirm under his touch as he rubbed on your already perked nipples and squeezed them.

You moan and look at your ceiling.

He drops down and catches one nipple in his mouth. He sucks, bites, and licks it, which has the both of you moaning. Your hand shoots to his hair as he continues to worship your body. He'd switch between sucking hickeys on your chest to your neck. He couldn't keep his mouth away from your skin. It had his dick aching against nothing.

His mouth found one of your nipples again, and he bit it. Hard. A heavy breath filled your chest as you pulled on his hair to lift him off your body.

He hissed as a smile invaded his face. He trailed light kissed down your body, you arch your back, desperate to feel more.

He reached your shorts and paused. "Can I?"

"Please," you pant.

He slides your shorts and panties off slowly as he maintains his eyes locked with yours.

He groans when his eyes find the mess he's caused. He rubs on your clit and admires the way your cunt flutters against nothing.

"Eren, now." You close your eyes.

You felt his dick twitch on your thigh. It amused him just how needy you were for him. The way he made you feel like this. It boosted his ego more than he'll ever admit to.

He lowers his face until his lips meet with your tummy. He traces wet and lazy kisses down until his face was where you needed him the most. He takes your thighs in his hands and opens them, he marks them with bites and kisses as he moved towards your entrance. He locks his eyes with yours and takes one long, experimental swipe with his tongue.

And it's too much. Him on his knees, wanting to please you like this, looking at you through lust-blown out eyes, is too much. You opt to stare at your ceiling again.

Your chest rises as it fills with air and heat. You begin to tremble as he continuously dragged his wet and warm tongue over your slick. He held your hips in place as he took your clit in his mouth and began to suck on it once, twice, thrice, and lets it go. He goes back to your aching hole and shoved his tongue inside of you. A shaky moan escapes through your parted lips as you grab on to the stands of his hair and pull him closer.

You move your hips in circular motions as the tip of his nose pressed so, so nicely on your clit. You squeeze his hair with your hand as a soundless scream leaves your mouth.

He takes his middle finger and slides it in you, he pumps it in and out slowly until his ring finger joins in on the fun. He curves them upwards, hitting that spongey spot that has you crying out his name.

He takes your clit in his mouth again, and switches from sucking it, to licking it as he relentlessly pumped two fingers in you. They felt so nice, so big, so long. He hit all the places you've never been able to. He's skilled and has your body responding in ways no one has ever had before.

He moaned against your clit as he felt you clench around his fingers. Your warm, soft, and wet entrance making him dizzy at the thought of fucking it. He drinks you down so nicely as he continuously moaned, which had you gasping for air.

You involuntarily jerked your hips against his mouth, your thighs twitched as he slurped you down like the water you had given him earlier. Your toes were curled and your legs stiff. You were close — you knew it, and so did he. After he felt the pulsing of your cunt become more consistent, he pulled away completely, making your eyes snap open, and search for his, in shock.

Your dissatisfied face made him softly chuckle. "Not yet, wanna feel you when you cum." He wiped your juices off his face with his wrists as he leaned in to kiss you. A light and sloppy kiss, no tongue, no biting, but it still had your head spinning and your heart aching.

You look at him through glassy eyes as he stood up to search for his shorts. He found them almost under your bed, slightly peeking out. He grabbed and searched through its pockets and pulled out what he was looking for. A golden squared packet with a circular imprint at the center.

You scoff once you see it. "How'd you know I'd agree."

"I didn't." He tried to hide his grin by looking off to your walls. He sees a few pictures of who he assumed to be your friends on your walls and dresser. He smiled at the thought that maybe one day, he'd be there too — what?

He shook those intrusive thoughts away and put the condom on.

You adjust your position and shuffle back until you're laid nicely on your plush pillows.

He crawled to where you are and stops when he's directly above you, supporting his weight with hands that trapped you on your mattress. He looks down at where his throbbing dick twitches towards you, almost touching your cunt.

He takes multiple deep breaths — to adjust his composure and properly capture the sight that will forever haunt his memory deep in the night.

He holds his base with his fingers and watches you swallow him whole. The lubrication from the condom, making it easier for you to take him in.

Though he prepped you with his fingers and made sure you were lubricated enough, the surface of your entrance still ached terribly — but in the best way possible. You could feel him stretch you out, could feel him split you open as he slowly bottomed out.

He rested his forehead on yours as you swallowed each other's breaths. Eren didn't know how much longer he could last. It's ridiculous, he hasn't begun moving yet but feels like he's on edge. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to focus or think about anything else but can't when you're squeezing him so nicely against your hot, smooth walls. Your breasts were delicate and pretty, nipples perked from the shivers running down your lower back. Your lips parted, eyes heavy and glossed as you wait for him to start moving.

He lifts his hips, and slowly, and carefully dips them back down, testing the waters. The soft whine that left your trembling lips encouraged him to keep going.

He continued to snap his hips forward and groaned at the way your walls hugged him so well. He drops his body down on his forearms, and cages you in the safety of his flushed chest. You loop your legs around his waist, dipping your heels on the two dimples that decorate his lower back. A loud groan rumbled out of his lips as he dropped his head on the crook of your neck, he's even deeper now with the extra force you assist him with and it has his head spinning.

As he slowly and roughly thrusts his hips inside of you, he angles his hips up, hitting that special spot that has you seeing stars. It has your abs contracting, and your cunt squeezing him impossibly tighter, as you try to take him.

"Eren," you cry out for him, to which he responds with a deep moan.

"So — tight," he pants into your skin and bites down on your neck to keep himself quiet.

You whine and grab onto his back, dipping your nails in his warm skin. He hissed and began to fuck you harder.

"How — how does it feel?" he says, in between heavy breaths.

You feel your eyes sting with tears that are about to spill. "So, so — big." you hiccup.

t's too much, he's too much. You don't know how much longer you'll last with him having no mercy on you.

"Fuck," he breathed and pulled away from you. You're too dumb, and too drunk off him to realize he'd pulled out, and was turning your body around and dragging you towards the edge of your bed.

You realize the switch of position when you feel him at your entrance again.

He had you laid down on your stomach, legs dangling off your bed, ass nicely arched upwards at the edge of your mattress.

He took your hips in his hands and lifted them to meet him halfway.

You let out, maybe the loudest gasp you think has ever come out your mouth when you feel him in this new angle. He was so, so deep in — it almost burned.

A smirk invades his face when he sees how good he's fucking you.

You're dizzy, you can hardly let out a proper breath without it being incredibly shaky. You had your hands squeezing the bed sheet underneath you, so tight, you could feel your nails dipping in your skin — even through the layer of cloth in between.

"You're so good — taking me so good," you hear him say. His voice was muffled by the foggy mess in your brain.

He looped his hand in the front of your neck and pulls you upwards. Your back arched in a way you didn't know was possible. He held you against his chest, your head laid on his shoulder, as he squeezed the sides of your throat.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head, and the tears that threatened to spill earlier raced each other down your face. A euphoric-like sensation, merged in your head as he blocked your air passage.

His free hand found your clit and he ran fast circles on it as his mouth found your shoulder again.

"So pretty,  so pretty like this — fuck." He kissed your shoulder.

He was close, but he wouldn't allow himself to finish before you. He fucked into you, harder and faster, he loosed his grip on your throat and rubbed on your clit harder.

"Eren, I'm — I'm close," you cry out.

"Oh, yeah? Do it then, cum on me — fuck — cum on my dick."

You squeeze your eyes shut, so hard — you see stars. You began to tremble, your legs stiff, your abdomen tight, and your cunt spasming.

"Please," he swallowed out which was your breaking point.

You don't know what sounds you made as everything became muffled once again. Your skin felt like it was on fire, your body burning with the heat of arousal, searing you with electrifying sensations until it exploded like a glowing bomb. Your tears run down your burning cheeks as your body is overtaken by shivering ecstasy.

Your body becomes limp in his hands as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm.

"Fuck, just like that, baby — squeeze me just like that." He threw his head back with his eyes shut. You felt so good — though he didn't think it was possible, you felt incredibly better than before. You were milking him so good it had him approaching his high not long after yours.

His dick tensed up, spasming like he was getting a cramp. His thighs were rock tight but still trembled the closer he got. He shifted his hands and held you by your breasts. The closer he got, the harder he would hold them, and if you weren't so far gone after your high, you would have felt it.

He went faster and faster, as his chest filled with heat, and his arm hairs stood like they had a mind of their own. And when he finally fell with you, he enveloped you in his body and rode you until he was gasping with his release. His muscles tightened under your body. His dick twitching in you, his balls, tight and empty. He slowly and sporadically bucked his hips into yours to ride out his high.

"Fuck," he breathed after he came back down.

He planted a kiss on where he had bitten your shoulder and leaned towards your bed with you in his arms. He laid you down softly and pulled out with a hiss.

"You good?" He ran his hand on your hair, almost petting you.

"Yeah," you breathed against your bedsheets.

He disposed of the condom in your bathroom and came back to you still in the same position.

He laughed and sat down next to you. "Hey," he whispered as he ran circles on your back.

You hum.

"You did so well for me." He leaned down and kissed the back of your shoulder. "You took me so well." His lips brushed against your skin, which had you shivering again.

You sit up and hide your body with your legs, as you hug them.

You open your mouth to speak, but all attention was stolen off you when you heard a noise from outside. A car.

You and Eren look at each other through widened eyes and quickly start to dress.

[edbaebae]

Hobo eren wants it, I even drink bleach I love him so much

judging you based on which eren you find the prettiest!

mind you; these are just jokes and it’s all for fun, but if i guess accurately, let me know!

hobo (marleyan) eren

if you like hobo eren, i’m going to assume that you possibly have a thing for older (maybe unhinged) men. you also spend every night reading fanfiction. you might even really like the enemies to lovers trope a lot.

manbun eren

you’re a whore. no ways around it, you’re a flat out whore. you have a thing for degradation and you’re probably really sensitive but like to build up a front like you aren’t. you also like mean and manipulative men, you might also even like being overpowered.

paths eren

if you like paths eren, you definitely have taste. you live for domesticity and a sense of comfort. you also like to look into things from an idealistic standpoint. you also might find his hair really hot. you probably have a thing for 'pretty boys' with light colored eyes.

cabin (cottagecore) eren

you are heavily sophisticated. you probably already know what you want in life or you don’t but you’re holding on as best as you can. you want to live a quiet life doing the things you love with no distractions and bad vibes. you’re probably a hopeless romantic and cry yourself to sleep because of how much you love love or because you want love.

eighteen year old (18) eren

if you like 18 year old eren, you’re probably a huge softie. you like a chill and emotional person who will comfort you and vice versa. you’re a sweet person that has a heart bigger than you’re own body and would probably do anything for the person you love.

[edbaebae]

Can I request a toxic eren x reader where eren leaves reader to become a fuckboy but instantly regrets it when he’s sees reader talking to other guys

we all love a good toxic eren every now and then don't we? ;)

cw: dubious content, toxic!eren, fem reader, jealous, possessive, angry eren, manipulative reader (you go queen!), exhibitionism + voyeurism, choking, daddy kink, pure degradation, threesome mentions, edging

honestly, eren knows it's on him. he is the one who broke up with you; he is the one who threw his situationship with other girls in your face; he is the one who taught you how to keep a man hooked with the sway of your hips, the look in your eyes. it's all on him.

and right now, he's being forced to watch you enact exactly what he taught you. even as his latest is trying to catch his attention, by pressing her chest up against his, his eyes are glued to your giggling, your purposeful stumbling into your latest.

while his latest is some ... random girl who's name he's forgot, you're talking to reiner braun. the fucking co-captain of marley university's lacrosse team. his rival.

and reiner is eating it up, you running a hand over his arm muscles and ooh-ing and ah-ing, your glossy little lips contorting into circular shapes and making reiner wonder ... just what could that mouth do?

eren knows, and he wishes he didn't.

"eren," the random girl whines. "you said we'd leave this party ages ago."

eren grits his teeth. tries to keep his composure because in that moment, you've looped your arms around reiner's neck and are tiptoeing up to whisper in his ear.

"eren!"

"what!" he snaps, squeezing his solo cup a little too strongly. his ginger ale vodka spills out in giant droplets, and stains the girl's little white top.

"ugh," she says, staring down at the stain. "now i have to go clean this up. will you wait for me?"

"sure," eren says, with no intention of doing so. because he knows exactly what you said and what you were planning on doing when he watches you walk away from reiner with a little bounce in your step, your ass looking delectable in your miniskirt. "fuck this," he says, walking towards reiner.

"hey," eren says, greeting reiner with a casual nod.

"oh, hey, jaeger," reiner says, barely looking at him. he's still looking at you as you walk up the stairs to the second floor.

"there's a sick marley vs paradis beer pong game going on in the basement, braun, you wanna check it out?"

"nah, i, uh, have some things to do," reiner says, rubbing the back of his head, finally giving eren some eye contact.

"like fucking my ex-girlfriend?" eren asks with the raise of a brow.

"she told me you never put a label on it."

"yeah, well, forgive me if i wanted to take things slow," eren retorts.

"as if!" reiner laughs, loud and booming. "jaeger, don't think just because i go to a different college i don't know your reputation. you just wanted to fuck around, and you did, and now you lost the best girl you've had and ever will have. good thing i'm not gonna make the same mistake."

eren sees red, and is this close to punching reiner. but thankfully, armin comes in, seemingly ready to do damage control.

"hey now," he says gently, instantly diffusing the tension. "what's up guys? discussing lacrosse tactics or something?"

before reiner can get a word in, eren speaks. "hell no, not with this guy. i'm trying to convince him to do the marley vs paradis beer pong game."

"the marley vs paradis beer pong game?"

eren clears his throat.

"ah! my bad, yeah, i'm organizing it," armin says, catching on. "you in, reiner?"

reiner's eyes narrow. "what's in it for me?"

"i'll give up my captain-ship if you win," eren says quickly. armin gasps.

"eren-"

"no, armin, you'd probably be better anyway. i need to take a break to focus on school anyway," eren says. this isn't something too big to give up for him, compared to losing you to reiner. besides, he can take it back next year and have you in the stands cheering for him. "and that's if this big oaf even defeats us. go assemble jean, connie, marco, and the others, it should be an easy win."

"big oaf?" reiner snarls. "okay, fine, you little fuckers, you're on. i'll see you in the basement." he goes off, seemingly to find the rest of the marley lacrosse players.

"what was this for?" armin asks, dropping his voice low. he traces eren's gaze upstairs.

"i'm getting my girl back," eren says. "next time you see me, i'll be a taken man."

see, eren and you used to play a game at these kinds of house parties. it was created when the two of you realized you both had some sort of exhibition kink.

it starts with a whisper of tantalizing taunts. so are you gonna fuck me or what? i'm so ready for you babe. you both pretend no one heard you, and one of you makes an obvious exit. the one left behind waits a little, pretending that you've briefly separated. and then, in a bit, another obvious exit. then, the two of you get risky with the door ajar, waiting to see who got curious enough to enter, who might get brave enough to join.

most of the paradis lacrosse team has. even armin, who you had told eren was your favorite join-er. but that was a long time ago.

until now. because eren is ready to take your ass back. you had probably noticed eren's stares, figured that eren would be the secret voyeur who wouldn't join because of his inherent jealousy and possessiveness. but little did you know - he would be the one to replace who you had intended reiner to be.

when he makes it to the door, he already sees a glimpse of your bare skin. and it's enough to make him become painfully hard, just knowing how beautiful your bare body is, just knowing what that body can do to him and for him. tightly swallowing, he enters, and closes the door gently enough to not let it lock.

"eren?" you say, incredulously. you don't even bother to hide yourself. you're wearing a lacey green set, a bustier holding your tits up perfectly and a thong whose edges spiral upwards across your smooth skin. it was eren's favorite set, too, because you said you had gotten it to match his eyes. "where's reiner?"

"no fucking clue," he lies. "what i do have a clue about is your intentions. what the fuck? this was our thing."

you scoff. "eren, you broke up with me. "our" is a word that doesn't exist between the two of us anymore. what i chose to do, what intentions i have, they're not yours to think about. go find another girl to bother."

you saunter over to the bed, sitting down languidly and spreading your legs. your hips crease as you sit and eren wants his hands there immediately.

"now," you begin, leaning back on the pillows. "i'm gonna get myself ready for reiner." you begin to palm your pussy, and the soft moaning noises you make goes straight to eren's dick, and he's thinking with it for sure.

taking off his shirt in one swift motion, he steps towards you. when he gets close enough to touch you, you stop him with your free hand, pushing him back by his chest as hard as you can.

"ah, ah, ah," you say, tapping his pecs. "no touching."

eren grunts. "who's to say i can't look? you'll be begging me to touch you soon enough." he sits across from you, rumpling the bed. the two of you are in the lacrosse guest room, which was usually your room of choice during these games.

"no i won't," you say honestly. "do you really think i want you back? at all? after the way you treated me, i'd sooner go celibate." in contrast with your final words, you slip your fingers through your thong to touch your clit, and let out little huffs of breath.

eren gulps. you look divine. he wants you so bad. "what do you want from me? an apology? fine. i'm sorry."

you snort. "can you shut up? your face is pretty till you talk."

he calls out your name, beginning to sound whiny. "please. i said i'm sorry!"

"that's hardly an apology, jaeger," you say, rolling your eyes. "guys have called out my name with more emotion during sex."

eren sees red again, feels his entire body tighten and flex. only this time, there's no armin to calm him down.

"you fuckin' dirty whore," eren snarls, surging up to grab both your hands and pin them to the headboard. "how many guys have you fucked since me?" he needs to know.

"too many to count, you blockhead," you say, a fire glittering in your eyes. a fire that sets eren up for an explosion.

he kisses you brutally, smashing his lips against yours and clicking your teeth together. surprisingly, you kiss him back, going tongue to tongue with him. eren's heart is racing in his chest; you never fail to exhilarate him like this. he doesn't know why he ever left you, why his ass ever thought it was a good idea to abandon the best thing he's ever had.

he releases you with a loud, wet noise, strings of spit messily connecting you to and dripping down your chins. releasing your hands, too, he undoes your bra and spits on your breasts with the excess.

"these tits are mine, you got that? m i n e." he leans down to add more to your chest with messy sucking and biting, kneading and massaging the one he can't have in his mouth. you grab onto his hair with your now free hands, pulling tightly as he makes you squirm with his mouth on your breasts.

"hnngh!" your nipples are so sensitive, especially in his mouth.

"you hear that? hmm? you just fucking moaned for me. for me!" eren says, parting from your breasts breathlessly.

"still -" gasp. "not-" gasp. "yours!" you finish, chest heaving.

eren smirks, a sinister look in his dashing green eyes. he goes under your panties just as you had moments ago, fingers slipping in easily.

"then what does all this slick suggest?"

"that i'm a slut," you say, challenging. your breath has caught up, so you sound cool. collected. confident. "hardly means anything more."

what eren wouldn't give to shut you up right now. so he kisses you ruthlessly again, while pumping his fingers into your needy, wet cunt. you mewl into his mouth, hips trying to thrust against his hand.

"should mean something if you're rutting this hard against my hands, baby girl," eren coos, gently sucking on your lips now. "admit it now. you're mine."

"nuh-uh!" you say, losing track of any clever comebacks when eren's thick thumb presses down on your clit in little motions. "uuh!"

eren chuckles. "forgot your words? i missed my stupid slut so much." he presses his forehead against yours as he feels your walls begin to clamp in the way they always do before you orgasm. "open your eyes, baby, look into my eyes as you cum."

you don't open your eyes.

eren stops his ministrations and instead slaps your cunt; you gasp. "i said open your eyes."

"please, daddy," you say, finally giving in, lips pouting. eren delights in the beautiful shade of your eyes, looking even better with the tears of sexual frustration that have gathered on your lash line. you're his pouting princess. "let me cum!"

"look at that!" eren exclaims, obliging you, continuing to look into your eyes. he knows that his eyes make you weak, too. "my girl can use her words." he massages your clit and fingers you with his expertise, and before he knows it, you're falling apart at his fingers, wrapping your arms around him and leaning your head on his shoulder as your legs cramp and twitch as the waves of your orgasm are too powerful for your sensation.

"whaddya say to another orgasm, baby?" eren asks, lifting your head up to face him. he slides his slick stained fingers into your mouth, wordlessly commanding you to suck.

you suck them clean, though you make sure to bite on them at the end, which elicits a hiss from eren.

"you're going to regret that," eren says, simply, honestly. no malice in his tone, because his actions will be enough, when he edges you till you're about to burst from the pain of not getting what your body wants.

"there isn't anything you can do that'll make me regret that," you say, sucking where you bit and releasing his fingers with a pop. "i already got the pleasure i needed from biting you." you've got a self satisfied smile on your face that eren is desperate to turn into a fucked out smile instead.

"looks like your body wants more," eren says when your thighs automatically twitch when his hand brushes over them. then, when he places a hand gently over your cunt, cupping it, using his thumb to smooth circles over it, your thighs also involuntarily tighten around his hands as if to trap him there. "see?"

"t-that's not intentional," you say, flustered. eren finds it adorable, and uses his free hand to instead cup your cheeks. "c'mon, baby girl. you know you want it."

"want what?"

he shakes his head. "i want you to say it."

"your heart?" you say sarcastically.

"you already have it," eren says, huffing. "what you don't have is my cock."

you grin devilishly. "if i have your heart, why would i want your cock?"

frustrated, eren undoes his pants and underwear quickly, so he can grab a hold of his flushed and strained cock and let the head of it touch your cunt.

you let out a tiny puff of breath when you feel his hot cockhead against your center.

"your mouth might lie, but your body isn't," eren says, voice hoarse and croaking. "tell me the truth." he very so slightly pushes into your folds, such a barely there movement that if you weren't so hyperaware of his body near yours, you wouldn't have even noticed it perhaps. but you are.

and so:

finally.

finally, finally, finally - you appear give in.

a rush of breath exits you. "ah! oh, eren!"

"yes? yes, baby girl?" eren is mentally and physically on the edge.

if you were a touch crueler, you might've left him hanging here, too. but it looks like you're impatient, too, wrapping your arms around eren's and digging your nails into his thick back muscles.

just as you say "fuck me," you pull eren against you.

with the practiced motion of an expert familiar with your body, eren pushes into you. readjusting to his thick girth burns a path inside of you, but your greedy cunt takes him in all the same, and the blissful feeling of being wrapped around your warmth is enough to make him forget how long he's been waiting to return to you.

because for now, for him, you are eternal and infinite and his.

"fuck!" eren says, snapping his hips quickly. "i missed you so much! i missed you enough to go crazy. all i could think about was your dirty cunt sucking me in... all i dreamt about was my cock, splitting you apart."

"is this --" you gasp when eren hits a spot deep within you, choking on your words as your toes curl and your eyelids flutter. "is this reality better than your dreams?"

"of course, babe," eren says sweetly, kissing you gently. not at all like his usual kissing. which gets remedied quickly as he hungrily nibbles on your lips and takes in your tongue. "you're my one and only girl."

smiling widely, face hot, you kiss him back just as hungry, just as needy.

"i'm yours," you confirm, sighing into his mouth as he fucks you just the way you like. "all yours."

eren groans as you suddenly cum, your walls clamping around him. he had wanted to smirk, wanted to relish in finally getting what he wanted - but the feeling of you on him was even greater than that sense of accomplishment.

"you're mine for the rest of the night, babe, if not forever."

unsurprisingly, at some point late into the night, reiner enters the room. after all, eren never let the door lock, closed it just enough to leave it slightly ajar.

"the fuck?" reiner says, words slurring together a bit. clearly, the beer pong game got a few drinks into him.

"wanna join?" you say, sweat shining on your cheekbones and a dreamy look in your eye from multiple orgasms with eren. "we don't bite."

"she does," eren says. he palms your breasts. "but her tits make it worth it, i think."

"not my cunt?" you say, sickly sweet.

"that, too," eren says, chuckling.

"what the hell," reiner says, still standing by the door. a pause. then, he walks in, closes it completely, locking the door, after which he says: "unlike you fools, i like my pleasure in private."

"and i like as much pleasure as possible," you say, beckoning him closer. he listens. with two boys wrapped around your finger, you're sure about to get even more of it than you already have.

and you see ... that's exactly what you had intended.

when eren broke up with you, you knew he was going to come crawling back. eren was your stereotypical rich playboy athlete, but what he wasn't was dedicated to that reputation. just like you, what eren wanted most was pleasure. and you knew you were the one who gave him pleasure unlike any other.

but what he wanted, too, was attention and affection. so he just needed to lose yours to realize how important you were to him. reiner was definitely your most purposeful choice to incite eren into action; the others had just been to build up the tension and jealousy within him slowly. et voila, just as you had predicted, eren came after you in an effort to get you back.

why? you remember reiner and eren's earlier conversation which you'd overheard when you lingered by the stairs momentarily.

it was true, you think, as eren and reiner pleasure your body to the best of their abilities. and eren realized it, too.

you are the best girl eren has ever had, and the best girl he will ever have.

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