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kentosbabes · 1 year

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Hey!! I've been binge-reading your works bc they're all so good, and I especially loved the ex-bf Gojo fic💖Since you're taking requests, I was wondering if you could do something like that with Eren? Thank you in advance if you do end up accepting this!

Heyy tysm I'm glad you like them! Here are some Ex-Bf Eren headcannons <33

lil bit smutty

Ex-Bf Eren who still thinks about you non stop. No one he has met since compares to you so he doesn't even entertain anyone as he's so confident your the one for him. He even brought the same shampoo and conditioner you use just so he can feel close to you.

Ex-Bf Eren who messages you once a week making sure your okay. He knows you wont answer his message but the little seen under his message is enough for him.

Ex-Bf Eren who kept your recipe to your homemade cookies and spends his weekends trying to replicate yours. But no matter how many attempts they are never as good.

Ex-Bf Eren who stalks all of your socials and finds out what your doing and where you are. He's too nervous to go up to you knowing you didn't end on the best terms but he's content with watching you laugh with your friends at the bar, but he cant help but feel jealous and protective of you as he sees other men in the club eye you up.

Ex-Bf Eren who goes to the same club you go to every Friday night so he can see you, and one night when one of the men get too close to you and he can see the uncomfortable expression on your face he's there Infront of you shielding you before punching the guy right in the face and pulling you out of the club.

Ex-Bf Eren who just stare's at you as you shout at him about what just happened. He couldn't care less, he knows you see him every week, he knows you stare at him when he's not looking and he knows you haven't even touched anyone else since you broke up.

Ex-Bf Eren who's now pulling you in by your waist and putting his lips to yours in a slow passionate kiss. You dont protest and kiss him back melting in his grasp and he's smirking at how easy you give into him.

Ex-Bf Eren who has you moaning as his fingers rub on your clothed clit as he drives to his place. The cocky smirk plastered all over his face as he listens to your pleas 'ren please I c-cant' you moan. 'ma you've been ignoring me for months and now you want me to stop? you take what I give you okay?' you can only nod in response as he pulls up into the driveway of his mansion. 'that's my good girl.'

Ex-Bf Eren who happily wakes up in the morning with you cuddling into his side in only one of his hoodies. He moves you so your onto of him and traces shapes into your back listening to your breathes as you sleep.

Ex-Bf Eren who's making breakfast when you walk in rubbing your tired eyes. He rushes over kissing all over your face as you giggle in his arms. 'you still love me baby?' he questions. You know his possessive nature can take over but how could you ever move on from him? His green eyes filled with love as you place his hair in a bun before replying 'always'.

*I hope this was okay :) I made a part 2 here!!

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selarina · 1 year

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Gojo Satoru might be the strongest boy in the world, but in truth, he’s a bit of a loser.

He didn’t learn how to tie his shoe laces until he was 12 because he just didn’t have to. He didn’t learn how to ride a cycle until he was 15 because what could even compare to flying? He cries, snot-faced and everything, during romance movies, and does so proudly.

But today, his veneer of self-assuredness starts to crack, and he confronts his own strange insecurities.

The day started out early with practice and he barrelled through it as though he was racing against time itself. His driver observes the happy grin on his face and wonders if he's won a trophy or something.

He reached an hour early but he decided to wait outside your school compound, under the scorching relentless sun because you see, he made a promise to you, one that restricted his usual extravagant gestures. And he realised that stepping out of a Lamborghini is not exactly inconspicuous.

And so, he waits and he waits patiently. The minutes stretch and stretch into an hour, and then he finally hears the school bell ring.

His ears perk up and he promptly draws the bouquet of flowers up in front of his chest, readying a smile he knows you like. He remembers luring it out of your chest one day as he made you admit it out loud. He even asked and asked and asked if he could record it, but you simply told him you'll just tell him again and again until it's etched onto his heart. That day could definitely go up on the list of the happiest days in his life.

As the children spur out of the entrance, he realises just how many children go to these normal schools as compared to his own, Jujutsu High School's population was astonishingly small.

He waits and he waits, his anticipation growing with each passing second, until finally, he spots you descending the school's main steps. The smile on his face comes to widen.

However, soon after, his smile starts twitching. He notices the group you’re walking with, specifically setting his eyes on a boy walking right beside you. The boy is handsome Satoru thinks at first glance, noticing his long black hair and at a second glance he notices a skateboard in his hand.

The handsome boy says something and the group and you start laughing quite loudly, your head flinging so far back he thinks you could break your neck.

And then when your eyes come back up after the laughters cool donw. You notice him, sending him a wave as you speed up towards him.

When you reach him, you throw yourself into him, hands flinging around his neck as you pull him into a hug. His hand squeezes your hips as his other hand tries to protect the flowers from getting crushed by you, as he holds it out of you reach.

“Hi baby, are these for me?” you inquire once you pull away, your fingers running over the flowers.

“Yeah,” he smiles. “Do you like the—“

And then he’s interrupted as the sound of laughing interrupts him. He looks up to find the group you were with finally catching up to you.

“Damn, leaving without telling us goodbye?” a girl chides, a familiar face from a polaroid in your bedroom.

“Sorry,” you say, abashed.

You interlace your fingers with Gojo's, hoisting them up as you introduce him, "Um, guys, this is Satoru! And Satoru, these are my friends."

Gojo extends a polite smile to each one as you introduce them by name. He realises he's not going to remember most, if not any, of their names. But he catches one name: Mikasa. Primarily because she was the girl from the polaroid, and seemed rather annoyed at something today.

And then he catches the guy’s name: Eren because apparently he makes you laugh so hard, enough for you to even break your neck.

“Alright, we’ll leave you two lovebirds now, enjoy!” the girl who spoke earlier declares. She turns to you, adding, “Don't forget to call me today, sweetheart!”

Sweetheart?

“Will do. Bye!” You chirp back.

"Wait—" Eren interjects before you can leave, “Are you coming? Evening?”

“I’ll see... if i’m not too tired,” you reply.

The guy nods, and soon after that, like a beehive struck by stone, the group disperses, all in different directions, presumably making their walk back to their houses.

Gojo remains surprisingly quiet beside you as the two of you walk to the food place he's been nagging to check out. His shoulders brush against your own and it seems to be the only sign of him being there beside you. It’s odd and unsettling.

"Something on your mind?" you ask, breaking the unbearable silence.

No response.

You take it upon yourself to encircle his hand with your own, halting him in his tracks as he meets your gaze.

"What's wrong?"

He pouts, he actually pouts— it's not new or anything but you always feel an overwhelming urge to pinch his cheeks whenever he pouts. But this seems serious so you suppress the urge.

"I don't think your friends like me," he confesses, leaving out the part where he harbours similar sentiments, particularly toward handsome boy Eren.

"Uhh," you hesitate, not rushing to refute him. "They barely know anything about you. So, does it matter?"

"Of course, it matters that the only people you hangout with hate me. They could turn you against me," he admits, his pout deepening.

"That's stupid. Do you think I'm gullible?"

"No," he frowns. "I just want your friends to approve of me."

"Okay— how about you join me today, in the evening?"

"Join you? Where?" he asks, confused.

"You know how Eren asked if I was coming this evening?"

"Yeah," he frowns again.

"Well, he was referring to the skate park. Both Mikasa and Eren will be there. It's an opportunity for you to get acquainted and such," you suggest.

"Okay!" Satoru doesn't necessarily beam with joy, but he strikes a smile. "I'll buy a skateboard."

"You don't have to do that. You can share mine."

He considered the visual—you teaching a seemingly helpless Satoru skate, your hand on his hips, your hand in his hand as you help him skate. The thought appeases him. "Okay," he replies.

"Okay. Now can we get some food? And we can talk more about it more if you want, but while we're waiting for food."

"Yes, I made a reservation," he says, pointing for you to take a turn.

"What? Reservation?"

"Yeah, it's this 4 star Italian hotel, it's supposed to be very good."

"Wait, are you talking about Rossoto?"

He nods, and you speak again. "That's pricey. I don't have that kind of money on me right now."

"Well, obviously I'm paying for us!"

"No, can we just go to a place nearby? I go there often. The food won't be exceptional or anything but it's good stuff!"

"Why though? I've made the reservation, and I've offered to pay," he pressed.

"Well, I'd like to pay for dates sometimes as well, you know? You can't always be the one paying," you say.

"Why not? I have the money," he asks, tilting his head in confusion.

"It's not about that," you sighed. "I appreciate it, but I don't want you to feel like you always have to take care of the money. It's important to me that I can contribute to our relationship as well."

"Okay," he acquiesced with a sigh. "If that's what you want. I just don't understand."

"Well, I can explain better when I'm less hungry. So, is it okay if we go to the place I told you about?"

"Of course. I trust your taste," he conceded.

"Why, thank you. It's a sushi place. You'll like it," you say, drawing his hand into your own.

He thinks even the shittiest restaurants could be amazing if he went with you. He'd rather not, but it's the sentiment of it all.

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The day drifted by, and after your sushi meal, you both returned to your house. Satoru exchanged polite greetings with your parents before the two of retreated into the warmth of your room, where you whiled away the hours in languor. Eventually, at some point, you drifted off into slumber, only to later be awoken by the boy who did so by gently prying open your eyelids.

With your hair up and dawning a pair of cargo pants and a crop top, you two had some some coffee, before making your way down to the skatepark. In one hand, you cradled your skateboard, while the other held onto the white-haired boy

It didn't take long for you meet up with Eren and Mikasa and the three of you were off skating as Satoru watched in awe. He's never tried to skate before but he thinks maybe this would be hard if he wasn't literally drenched in powers. He thinks he could get in an hour even so, but for you he'll play dumb because he quite likes this.

Your hand found its way beneath his shirt, inadvertently grazing the soft skin of his hip, but you were quick in drawing your hands away.

"Wait— Don't let go," Satoru yelps, feigning a fall before you extend your hands out to help him.

"Sorry," you murmur. "I'll stand closer next time."

"That'll help," he says, and you don't miss the soft grin. After all, you're just playing along too.

"Maybe taking off your glasses should help, it's not even sunny dude," Eren's voice chimed in from behind you.

Gojo almost retorted but was preempted by your defense, "He has sensitive eyes, you dick. Besides, I haven been holding back on mentioning whatever is going on with his hair, so don't try me."

Gojo thinks that may be of Eren's best traits, but he's not saying that out loud or even subconsciously ever again.

"Hey, I was just trying to help," Eren shurgs.

The skatepark continued to echo with the rhythmic clatter of skateboards and laughter as you spent your time alternating between teaching Gojo, and doing your tricks which was always met with a round of enthusiastic applause from the boy.

Time passes, and the sun's just about beginning to set. There's someone playing soft some soft music in the background when Eren comes back.

"Hey, record me?" Eren comes up to you, handing you his phone. "Mika's got the other point of view."

"Course," you reply, readying his phone in front of your face.

When he reaches the top part of the flight of stairs, you press the record button, a hushed anticipation falls over the crowd, which began to gather around the scene. The onlookers cheered and shouted words of encouragement, their voices blending into pure chaos.

And then immediately, Eren gets up, gliding down the rail, as though there was merely a blanket of snow beneath his feet. He glides with the poise of a tightrope walker. As he nears the rail's end, he defies all caution, making an audacious and if Gojo's being honest, dangerous flip, descending down like a Greek God from the heavens of above.

Still astride his skateboard, he approaches the camera, i.e. you. He rolls his hand down for a quick bow, and then one swoop and he's enfolding you in a hug.

"Oh my fucking god! That was incredible." Satoru hears you exclaim, one hand gripping the phone and the other intently tousling his hair. Now, in this moment— a strange sensation stirs within Satoru's gut.

"Fucking amazing!" Mikasa exclaims, embracing Eren after he releases you, whirling the girl around.

A cluster of admirers swoop down to pat his back, and a bunch of other people gather around you to watch the video.

And in this moment, he feels like a loser somehow. It's strange. He's so used to feeling like a God on water, that once he's turned into the fish that's out of the water, it's all too strange and overwhelming.

"Did you see that?" You approach Gojo, a smile on your face that it could almost melt away all his thoughts. Only almost. "I can't believe he beat me to it. I'll do it one day, and better too."

"Send me the video when you do," he says.

"Or you can watch me in person," you countered, hesitantly.

"Sure," he replied, his tone betraying a hint of uncertainty. "Of course."

"It's alright if you don't want to, you know," you run your hand down his hand.

"It's not that. Of course, I love seeing you skate. You're incredible, better than Eren," he says, shooting a glare out at the oblivious boy surrounded by people. "But I don't belong here."

"Because you're wearing semi-formals at a skate park?" you surmised.

"Yeah," he says. "And I can't be Eren with his stupid hair, and his stupid outfit. And his stupid hair."

"You mentioned that already," you say with a chuckle.

"Well, it's stupid," he affirms again.

"Right, I think I understand," you say after a moment.

"You do?" he asks, head tilting in confusion because he barely gets what he himself is feeling right now.

"I mean, why do you think I'm so scared of meeting your parents?"

"My mum would love you!" He says, defensive because she would. He could almost hear the of conversations of the past where he would sit by her side and paint a vivid picture of you to her. He's sure she already knows you well enough.

"Maybe, but we're from different worlds. And that's hard sometimes, I guess," you say softly.

"Yeah," he agreed.

"But you know, I come to your galas, and you come to wait outside my school. So, I think we'll manage for now," you say, tousling his hair as you bend down to pick up your bag and skateboard.

You two say your quick goodbyes, and part ways, walking under the orange sky as you hold his hand, your thumb gently caressing the back of his palm.

"So, how about lunch at that Italian restaurant then?" you propose.

"Really?"

"You can pay too."

Satoru considered your proposal, a grin gracing his lips. "Next week?" he asks.

"Next week," you confirm.

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nova2kss · 6 months

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Me cause my timeline is finally filled with the nastiest eren fics known to man

#I missed it #get the jjk shit off my timeline PLEASE #aot fandom #black writers #black reader #connie springer #onyankopon smut #armin arlet headcanons #connie smut #eren x black reader #eren jeager smut #eren yeager x black reader #eren jaeger #eren aot

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yuki119 · 10 months

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WE'RE SO BACK

#my art #erejean #jeaneren #eren jaeger #jean kirschstein #snk #summer of erejean 2013 was craZY i miss them #i'll draw their new designs when i catch up & them macking it of course of course but for noW

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theragethatisdesire · 2 months

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HELLO FROGGY >:P you knew id be here im youre lovely little bunny…i wanna submit my own prompt for your huge milestone event!!

“youre fucking eren jaeger? are you kidding me?”

do with that as you wish rage!! ILY

hiiiiiii my flower ummm firstly this prompt made giggle secondly i found it a bit challenging so i decided to go digging through my wips and ..... i discovered the morning-after drabble for ti penso eren!!! which ik you just said eren and it doesn't say your prompt exactly but also like. the energy is there. and it's really funny. SO YOU GET A VERY SPECIAL ARCHIVAL RAGE PIECE THAT'S ALSO QUITE LONG COMPARED TO WHAT I THINK THE REST OF THE DRABBLES WILL BE........ i hope it will suffice <3<3<3 i love you???

"you're fucking eren?" x ti penso! eren<3 this is a little continuation of this

“How are we doing today, folks?” A perky waitress approaches your table, smiling down at all of you. You pity her, really; no one at your table is exactly in the mood to return her level of enthusiasm.

Logically, you know how you’ve ended up sandwiched between Eren and Armin, trying to ignore the daggers Mikasa’s shooting at you across the table, but in the haze of your hangover and the intoxicating presence of Eren beside you, you can’t imagine what you did to deserve this fate. A memory flashes behind your eyes of Eren pinning you to the wall, licking up your neck. Oh yeah, that.

You and Eren had eventually managed to untangle yourselves from the bed when Connie and Armin had joined the raucous banging on the door, and you’d each miraculously found an old tshirt and a pair of Jean’s sweatpants to wear. Your face had burned when you met Mikasa’s withering glare, Jean’s look of horror when he caught sight of his sheets rumpled on the floor. Armin had corralled everyone into brunch of all things, deciding on behalf of the group that the rarity of seeing each other outweighed the painful awkwardness of the situation. Connie had whined and stomped his feet, demanding Ubereats on account of his hangover, but after some convincing, you’d all been dragged along to the restaurant a block from Jean’s apartment. Your foot, still wearing your heels from the night before that do not compliment the pair of Jean’s pajamas you’re wearing, jiggles incessantly under the table.

“Um, hi. We’re good, thanks,” Armin breaks the silence to answer the poor girl, looking down at his menu with pink cheeks.

“We need mimosas,” Connie says affirmatively, even though alcohol is likely the last thing that will aid this situation, “two carafes, and keep ‘em coming.”

“Connie,” Mikasa says sharply, “do you really think that’s a good idea?”

“Hair of the dog,” Eren suggests, nodding at the waitress. “Make it three.”

“Shut up,” Mikasa snaps at him. Eren balks, you don’t dare to look at him even as you snicker. “I told you two–”

“I am an adult, Mika,” for the first time all morning, you snap and finally interrupt her scolding. “Do we really need to do this over brunch?”

“Did you really need to do that in my bed?” Jean makes a disgusted face. Eren rolls his eyes, stretching his arms only to land one around your shoulders; god, you wish he wouldn’t do that, add fuel to the fire.

“Sheets can be washed.”

“I’m burning them,” Jean deadpans, eyes narrowing at Eren’s arm around you. You want to die. You want to shrink into a little hole in the ground and die.

“I got laid too, if anyone cares,” Connie mutters. Armin cocks an eyebrow.

“Before or after you puked in the kitchen sink?”

“Before,” Connie answers, unphased, “in that hall bathroom–”

“Can my apartment please stop being the sex apartment?” Jean groans, letting his head fall into his hands.

“Oh, like you two weren’t fucking each other silly back at our place,” you counter, pointing an accusing finger between Jean and Mikasa. Jean’s face turns bright red, and Eren’s eyes fix on Jean, narrowing into something lethal. Mikasa opens her mouth to snap back, but the waitress has returned, three mimosa carafes and six glasses on her tray. On second thought, maybe you do need a morning pick-me-up.

All of you, despite your protests, fill your glasses to the brim. Eren pours yours for you, smiling down at you adoringly as if you were on a lovely date, not a one-night-stand-turned-hellish-morning.

“Want more?” He asks, holding the carafe towards your near-full glass. You shake your head, mouth pressed into a flat line, not missing Jean’s gagging across the table.

“Whipped already, Jaeger?” Connie teases.

“After last night? Absolutely,” Eren says with a shit-eating grin plastered on his face, wrapping his arm tighter and snuggling you into his side. Your face burns even hotter, and you smack his chest.

“Shut up, Eren!” You and Mikasa speak at the same time. Mikasa grants you a small smile at your synchronicity; it isn’t much, but it’s a start, and you venture into what’s hopefully a safe realm of conversation that will keep Eren preoccupied.

“So Mika, are you excited for Eren to move to the city?”

Your attempt at peace doesn’t go the way you’d hoped; Mikasa’s brows knit into a frown, and she turns to Eren, who’s blushing madly. “What?”

“When are you moving to the city?” Armin asks, nose scrunched in confusion. You’re just as confused as they are, turning to face Eren.

“But you said this morning–”

“I am in a few weeks,” Eren says, sounding very much like he’s just spitballing, “I just need to talk to Zeke–”

“What about my music?” Connie looks aghast, hands flying out to the side.

“Dude, I can still rep you from the city, and Zeke might not even want to move. He’s all wrapped up with Pieck anyway.”

“When were you planning on telling me you were moving?” Mikasa narrows her eyes, glaring at Eren accusingly. You realize you’ve put your foot in your mouth, exposed what may have been no more than a passing thought in Eren’s head. You haven’t even known him for twenty-four hours, but you can read Eren well enough to tell that he’s impulsive, maybe to a fault.

“Did you need to get laid so bad that you got one whiff of pussy and decided to pack up and move?” Jean looks amused, and you want to slap him. Thankfully, Mikasas does it for you, thumping him between the eyebrows. “Ow!”

“Don’t be crude.”

“Maybe.” Eren, for his part, simply smirks, tightens his grip on you. Your heart flutters despite your embarrassment; even if he had lied to get you back into bed for an attempted round two, it was a flattering thought. “It would be good for the business, though.”

“Come to think of it,” Armin rubs his chin, “it really would. There’s a lot more musicians that need representation in the city than back home.”

“You rep musicians?” You raise your eyebrows, surprised. You had assumed the family business was something boring, and you realize you never thought to ask. Eren shrugs.

“Sort of. We’re still getting it off the ground.”

“He reps me!” Connie waves excitedly at you.

“Impressive,” you give him a little once-over, seeing him in an entirely different light. In the sober eyes of the morning, he’s still beautiful, hair rumpled and messy and eyes half-lidded with exhaustion, but beautiful. You force your gaze away from him only to be met with Mikasa’s eyes, flitting between both of you, a curious look on her face. “What?”

“Nothing,” she hums, sipping her mimosa but not dropping the knowing smile spreading across her face.

#oh ti penso eren i miss you #THE KIDS MISS YOU #please come home.....#ti penso uni #eren jaeger x reader #eren yeager x reader #rage.2500 #shep.moot

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