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eren jaeger x reader

SYNOPSIS ✧˚⋆｡ when the end of the semester gets busy, you find yourself swamped with grading papers. if only you could get some time away from your needy boyfriend.

CONTENT WARNINGS✧˚⋆｡ general: 18+ minors dni, (afab) grad student reader nsfw: somno/cnc, m! masturbation, oral (f! receiving), squirting, panty sniffing

W/C✧˚⋆｡ 2.6k

AUTHOR'S NOTE✧˚⋆｡i was thinking about this post while writing it (nsfw gif!!)

finals week on campus is nothing more than the school buildings being powered by stress and caffeine as students and professors scramble to meet deadlines. it’s your final stretch. its been a nonstop course schedules and years of thinking, “is this even worth it?”, but this past year, you were accepted into university x’s graduate accelerated course. you were just a stack of 1st years’ papers and a couple eren-free nights away from graduating.

“i don’t know why i have to suffer when it's your fault for assigning the homework to begin with,” he’s tugging at the hem of your shirt as you pour coffee into a mug. you're both off today- free from classes and work- and situated in the breakfast nook of your “shared” apartment. shared is a loose term the two of you choose to describe your living situation. you find stray socks that don’t belong to you under the couch and he buys new hangers to hang up his clothes in your closet.

“i know, but we both know i'd get no work done with you here. i’m absolutely drowning in my students final papers.” eren separates from your hip to pull open the fridge, grabbing the creamer from the door, "so stay away for just this weekend. please?" he twists the lid off and begins to pour some into your mugs, "what am i supposed to do in the meantime?" he pouts.

he sets the carton onto the counter with attitude, the liquid sloshing as it hits the sides aggressively. with bed head and a frustrated knit of his brows, he looks like a spoiled child, you can't help but laugh, "i trust you'll find something to do with yourself. you're resourceful!"

you hear him huff, unsatisfied and extremely discouraged by your firm stance. he drops it and for the rest of the morning, you two sipped from your mugs and soaked in the sun, tucked under bed sheets.

you didn't hear any lip from eren for the rest of the week. you were honestly shocked- not once has he listened to you so easily, with such little resistance. he had to be up to something, you thought. but you let that worming feeling of suspicion recede into your thoughts and brought your tasks to your forefront. you got a full eight hours of sleep every night for the first time in ages.

on saturday night, you ordered yourself some take out, set up a pillow fort on the couch, and readied yourself to grade the stack of research papers sitting on the coffee table. halfway through the folder, your eyes began to feel heavy, the words blurring and floating off the pages. you had been at it for hours, the sun long set. shifting your work off your lap and onto the floor, you let your head hit the cushion and drifted off to sleep.

you had a key made for eren months ago. he never used it, choosing to pick you up and go home with you on most days, so he never needed it. but on the rare chance, he'd let himself in to surprise you with dinner or tidy up after a long day. tonight, when he slipped his key into the keyhole, he caught his heartbeat in his throat, turning the knob so slowly, urging the hinges not to creak as he snuck into your place.

he knew he wasn't supposed to be here. you had specifically asked him to stay home for the weekend and let you be. but it was saturday and it was late. it had been so long since he spent a weekend alone, in bed, alone, and the tickle that pulled his abdomen tight and made his cock jerk at the thought of you guided him here.

slipping his shoes off, he straightened them along the wall and walked softly to the living room. he smiled to himself, his chest warming with adoration at you curled on the couch. you just looked so cute!

his eyes traced your face, locs of hair framing your sleeping face and the slight open of your mouth puffing sweet exhales. he was in love all over again, like seeing you for the first time, he let the butterflies settle in his stomach. you rolled to your stomach and let one leg roll off the side of the couch.

eren swallowed, this time, his gaze latched to the little exposed skin peeking out from under the blanket. in an instant, he dropped to his knees, crawling to the edge of the couch. his hand skated across pages and he panicked, hoping the shuffling sound wouldn't wake you while he reorganized your work stuff and slid it out of the way.

eren felt silly getting so worked up over your bare leg, like a virgin, his mind raced. he was dizzy on your scent filling the familiar apartment, dizzy from your figure outlined under the blanket, dizzy from the painful ache of his cock. he let his palm fall to his lap, languidly jerking it over his sweats to alleviate himself.

he imagined you waking up, overjoyed to see your boyfriend, not angry at all that he let himself in and started jerking off to you sleeping, and smacking kisses over his face and neck.

after a few minutes, teasing hands dipped below the waistband of his sweats. eren toyed with the idea, taking a sigh as he watched you sleep and pulled his fully hard dick out of its confinement. he dragged his finger to collect the precum beading at his tip and continued to fuck into his fist, trying his hardest not to let the wet squelching stir you awake. he was panting, a fist in his mouth to hold in his weak moans. it had been so long since he'd seen you (not even week), he was dying for your touch, to feel you in his grasp, it was driving him crazy.

so he let himself go closer and pulled the blanket up over your side, carefully, and let it fall off the couch. long abandoning his cock, he let his hands roam your lower body. eren was grateful you were on your tummy, you must've felt him coming, he thought giddily.

he let his hands run along your legs, kissing at your ankles and making his way up. situating himself on the floor and between your legs, his hands made work of dragging you closer to the edge until your knees were resting just over his shoulders and your cunt was at eye level.

his cock bobbed against his abs, red and angry, and his chest hot with desire. he fought the urge to touch himself, if he wanted to jerk off, he could’ve just stayed home! he came here for you, he told himself, he wanted a taste of that sweet honeyed slick you were keeping from him.

he let himself go. he let his fingers toy with your shorts, massaging your thighs under the fabric, letting himself re familiarize with the curve of your ass. curious fingers slid to tug at the fabric and in one swoop, he was freeing you of your pajamas. he slipped them off each leg, his nails dragging against your skin to watch the way you shiver in your sleep.

all that stood in the way was your underwear now. eren sat and admired the wet spot growing between your legs, soaking the fabric. his breath was shaky as he was tried to keep his cool, but it was getting harder for him to want to hold back. you were whimpering with every touch now and eren could feel your skin getting hot.

it was risky taking your shorts off completely, he thought, worried you'd wake up any minute. he was getting bolder with his actions, and you were reacting so well to him, he was sure you wouldn't mind if he took it another step farther. so he planted kisses against your skin, pushing up on his feet to get closer to your clothed cunt. his fingers worked to shimmy the band of your panties lower until the material was slipping off and onto his face.

he let himself breath in the scent, his mind fraying as he pressed your panties to his face. his tongue wet the fabric and he groaned when he finally got to taste you. his hands were still on you, pulling your cheeks apart as he stared with fervor at your tight holes inches away from him. eren knew he was getting rough, a little too rough if he intended on keeping you asleep the entire time.

"you know i can't live without this," he stuck two fingers in his mouth to wet them, then brought them to your pussy messily. he lets them roam without intention; he didn't want you feel good yet, he wanted you so worked up, you needed to feel good. he smiled when you moaned softly at the sensation of his tongue, the warm stripe of his saliva hot as he swallows the sticky precum collecting with every pulse of your pussy.

he lapped up everything you gave him. his fingers worked nonstop, molding your ass between them, pushing his face further between your legs. it's not enough, he was growing tired of waiting, tired of being gentle, and tired of hearing you so quietly moan his name, he needed you to scream it. he moaned when his tongue dipped into your tight hole and you clenched down at the intrusion. your slick poured over his tongue and his eyes rolled at the taste.

"to think you thought you could keep this from me," he groaned as he roughly grabbed you, rolling your plump ass cheeks between his hands, kneading at the fat and landing a harsh slap against it. you jerked awake at the impact, legs locking in fear and eyes foggy with sleep. you tried to get away, squirming on the couch, only to be held tight in someone's grasp. your heart raced and goosebumps raised on your skin, anxious of the situation you were in.

"good morning, sweetheart," he cooed with another smack of your ass.

eren. of course it was him. your body was hot and your head was light, every nerve and sensation focused on eren between your legs. his hand clapped against your ass again, this time harder than the other two and you yelped at the pain. his thumb was circling your clit, each time it dragged down, the pad of it pulled its hood back and sent chills down your spine.

with you now awake, eren felt no need to go gentle on you anymore. he smiled into your pussy and pushed two fingers deep, letting them curve down to caress your g spot. you were grinding down into his hand and stringy drips of slick and saliva made a mess on the couch cushion.

his mind was thick in fog, his vision narrowed on the sweet pull of your cunt as his fingers plunged in and out, deeper in and watched them strain to pull out. his cock was begging to be touched, pleading for eren to snap and shove his length inside of you, but he couldn't tear his lips away, his moans buzzing against your clit and making you tremble.

another slap against your ass, another roll of your hips, and eren was cumming, thick ropes spilling out from his cock and spreading messily on his lower abdomen. his face flushed bright red and he was panting against your pussy, still eating you out while he came. fat droplets dripped onto the carpet below him while he let out whines, his balls drained empty.

but he couldn't stop, he had waited for you all week, and after all you were so stressed, he wanted to be of some use. he winced as he grabbed his softening cock in his hand, jerking it a few times to get himself hard once again. you were grinding along his tongue now, he could tell with each needy drag that you were chasing your orgasm.

"well would ya look at that? all you needed was a little relief- dontcha feel better now baby," he said teasingly, smiling like a fool with every kiss against your ass. his hand was furious as he overstimulated you, the flat of three fingers rubbing your cunt raw in mind numbing circles. each slow drag of his palm, the middle finger catching to hook inside of your hole, slipping in so slightly before pulling out with pressure.

your muscles felt tight, the strain in your calves burned, willing you to collapse into his touch, crying, "stop- mmph- i can't take anymore!" your lewd slick was everywhere, coating his hand, your plush thighs, and left your skin cold as the air hit it. you ached, grasping at straws and for your breath, for any moment to think straight, "e-eren, please," you hiccup. he took his time; slowly, he breathed against your skin and selfishly inhaled your scent.

he plunged his fingers inside of you, long enough to make you throb around them but too short to feel any pleasure, he teased you relentlessly. and he grinned a shit eating smile, lost entirely in the loud squelch of your cunt. he spat on your clit and let his fingers work fast on rubbing circles.

your chest flushed and you felt the familiar coil pull tight in your gut, you were so close, it hurt. eren was all too much, his fingers still dragging against your walls. each pull had wetness spilling from your hole and into his greedy mouth. your legs were about to give out, they were shaking around his head and your back bowed when he pushed you deeper into the couch, his hands coming around your waist to hold you in place.

he could tell you were close, you moans were short and quick as you gasped for air. in the corner of his eye, he could see your hands grasping for stability on the cushion as he finger fucked you to heaven.

he pushed a third finger in and you both moaned at the stretch. a strange sensation filled your womb and you felt your body go cold. your entire body seized up in eren's hands, but he continued his assault, slow strokes of his fingers now faster. your hands shot down to shove his hands away as you came, clear liquid shooting out from you as you cried in pleasure. your mind felt blank as your body went rigid, and eren fought with your fingers to let his own back in your cunt. he desperately craved the feeling of your clenching down on him.

he selfishly swallowed your cum, letting his face get drenched in you. his cock was hard now, again, as you tried to regain your breath. you rolled onto your back and shot him a look of disapproval, "what the fuck, eren?!" still between your legs, he squirmed up from the floor and to lay on top of you.

he pouted and nuzzled his head against your chest. "i just missed you, that's all," he said, his bottom lip pushed out and puppy dog eyes at work. you tossed your head to the side, away from his gaze, and sighed, "still i thought i told you not to come over. don't you ever listen?'

despite your scolding words, you couldn't help but deny you missed your boyfriend. however, he complete disregarded what you said all the time and gets away with it every time! you're weak to his efforts of persuasion. so when you turn to meet his gaze, unfaltering and only full of love, you smile and lean in for a kiss.

[denjjisgf]

thinking about..coworker!geto who sends you side eyes all during your shift, low lids n smug smiles exchanged in passing. as soon as you step into the back kitchen, you feel his stare boring into the back of your head, drinking in the shape of your body.

nothing’s official between you two, but the way you both undress each other with your eyes says enough. he’s laid his claim just as much as you have.

geto who thinks you look best when you’re working, focus and concentrated— it’s endearing when you puff your cheeks full of air out in frustration or throw your head back, laughing at another coworker during down time.

he thinks you look great all the time, actually, but his favorite is when you are grabbing your bag from the shelf on your way out, bending down at the hip, ass swaying side to side as you switch your balance between the balls of your feet. you tease him, he just KNOWS it. you do it on purpose, prancing around in those short, short dresses with fluttering skirts that catches the wind when you walk and peek a little too high up your thighs.

lucky for him, his station countertop covers the semi hard on and damp spot growing on his grey pants.

content warning: weed/drug usage

geto who pulls you into the walk in one night, his hand reaching out from the cracked freezer door to pull you into the frigid room.

‘what are you doing when you’re off?’ he asks, leaning against the shelf, hands in his pockets, taking his sweet time checking you out.

you shrug, ‘why do you wanna know?’

he digs in his pocket to collect a plastic bag in his fist before opening his palm to dangle a silver packet in front of your face.

“i dunno.. maybe smoke a lil weed, see where the night takes us.”

geto thinks he made it to heaven; your ass seated a breath away from his lips, soft and glistening with spit and your cum, he could cry. one arm is slung atop your ass holding you in place and his hand tracing up your spine. his thumb rubs messily back and forth, pressing down over your swollen clit. he whispers nonsense into your thighs.

'it's so pretty'- his thumb runs the sticky mess over your puffy folds

'look how needy you are'- a finger slides into your hole and you exhale after eternity of holding your breath. his fingerprint burns white hot when he presses against that one sensitive spot

‘such a messy slut.’

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[denjjisgf]

𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜

𝘮𝘪𝘬𝘢𝘴𝘢, 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯, 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘬, 𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘪, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯 (𝘱𝘭𝘶𝘴 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘶𝘴 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭 <3)

𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘤 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘳𝘰𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘳𝘵

𝙬𝙘 :𝟭.𝟭𝙠

𝙢𝙞𝙠𝙖𝙨𝙖

mikasa curls into a ball, tucking the blanket under her feet and one corner help tight in her grasp. but she doesn’t stay like this for long. throughout the night, she is constantly moving. she sprawls out across your shared bed, one arm haphazardly tossed onto your pillow and her leg hung over the edge.

due to her wild sleeping patterns, you'll sometimes get hit or kicked by your partner. but it's always worth it to see her enjoying her sleep. she just looks so relaxed.

she doesn’t necessarily need you there to sleep, but when you are, she takes the opportunity to climb into your embrace, imprinting the feeling of you keeping her close in your lap so she can remember for nights not spent with you.

when your hold her, she presses soft kisses to your hand, pulling your intertwined fists close to her heart.

you can hear the faint hum of her exhale, light puffs of air escaping through parted lips.

𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙞𝙣

armin is such a light sleeper. so much that he will wake up when you move.

he feels most at peace when he knows you’re sleeping too. he can only sleep while you’re in his bed with him.

armin gets cold when he sleeps, so you guys have so many blankets- quilts, fluffy blankets, and a king size down comforter with heat insulation.

he pretends to sleep in early mornings so you won’t pull wake from his arms. he wants to spend every waking moment with you, so he keeps his eyes closed when he feels you stir in his grasp. his long, straight lashes flutter in his sleep as he fights to keep his eyes closed, but he can’t help but crack one open to get a look at your beautiful face.

he needs to constantly be touching you. he loves going to bed knowing you’ll be there in the morning, your hand ruffling through his bed head and kissing him good morning. it gets to the point where he steals your toothbrush to keep in his bathroom so you won’t have an excuse to not sleep over at his place.

𝙥𝙞𝙚𝙘𝙠

pieck talks in her sleep. sometimes its mumbles, other times complete sentences of nonsense, but both just as cute.

when it’s time to go to bed, pieck dives into the bed face first, pushing her arms to fold under the pillow so she can smush her face into it.

she falls asleep anywhere! there has been countless times where you guys are in the back of a cab or sitting in a waiting room and her head lolls onto your shoulder, arms limp to her sides, and deep into rem sleep.

when you look at pieck in the morning, their dark hair cascades in silk strands over their back and around the pillow. wild wisps of baby hair flutters slowly, framing the peaceful look on her face.

𝙡𝙚𝙫𝙞

levi consistently curls into your body come time morning. he has taught himself to sleep alone, but subconsciously, their body gravitates towards the warmth of you. usually he is a light sleeper, never being able to be comfortable enough to deep sleep, but when you’re there in bed with them, they can’t help let go and fall fast asleep.

since he is always cold at night, he likes to wrap his arms around your body, head resting on your chest, listening to your heartbeat. he props his chin up to look at you every time, patiently waiting for a goodnight kiss so he can finally go to bed.

you guys never get to sleep in since levi likes to leave the blinds open, but it’s always worth the shortened hour of rest to see the morning sun shining through, kissing their skin with a friendly glow. on days where he wakes up before you, he shuts the blinds, preserving the darkness of the early morning in the room to let you rest just a little longer.

when you wake up, the blankets are always warm and cozy the sheets worn to the touch from many loads in the wash. and there’s always a hot cup of tea and a pastry. levi believes breakfast is the best way to start the day.

𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣

eren sleeps HEAVY, his chest rises and falls with his breathing in rhythmic patterns.

eren falls asleep randomly, never in a consistent position, but always ends up on his tummy with one arm thrown over your chest.

when you spend the night at eren’s, he keeps you up so late. he is so happy to have you over, he can’t sleep, so he resorts to poking at you when you start of doze off.

before bed he pulls you close to him so he can kiss all over your face and pet the top of your head, showering you with reasons why he loves you. he just wants to make sure you know you’re loved so you can have good dreams.

“c’mon, i wanna get up, lemme make you breakfast!”

eren tugs at the blanket, the fabric slipping from your grip and exposing you to the cold. “eren, stop. it’s too early for this. i wanna sleep still.”you don’t even need to look at him to know the familiar puppy dog pout and shiny eyes adorning his face, still puffy from sleep. he huffs and throws his hands down on the mattress. “fine then, i’ll just go back to sleep.”

you feel him kick his feet down to the foot of the bed and his irritated snatch of the blanket as he steals the covers from you. he tosses and turns impatiently, sighs interrupting his moving every now and then to emphasize his inability to go back to bed. whatever will you had to sleep in has dissipated from your now very awake body simmering with annoyance from your needy boyfriend. you sit up, back pressed against the bed frame, a gentle smile forming on your lips when you see his face. he just looks too cute! with his eyes closed, his dark lashes brush over his pink cheeks and a permanent pout on his face, his lower lip jutted out just slightly.

“i know you’re awake, eren. get up, i want pancakes- and freshly squeezed orange juice.” he sits up fast, his infamous grin on his face, clearly excited to see you come around. he slides to his knees, leaning in and caging you between his arms. he presses a kiss to your cheek before hopping out of bed. picking up a random shirt of his strewn across the floor, he walks out of the room and tugs it over his head. “good morning, babe!”

[denjjisgf]

thinking about... meeting eren at a halloween party. 

cw: alcohol consumption, suggestive content

[note: it’s nice to be back; currently contemplating a part 2..]

“yeah. i’m coming! listen- i’m locking the door right now,” you lower the phone speaker to the door handle, so your friend on the phone can listen to the jangle of keys against the lock. you tuck your phone in the space between your ear and shoulder to re-situate yourself. you fumble with your backpack, deciding to sling it over one arm and speed walk out the door. 

“are you in your costume yet?” they ask. 

you check yourself out in the window reflection, “of course i am! i got ready in the bathroom during work.” this halloween, you were a fairy, adorn in a tight black dress with a small pink butterfly printed on the swell of your breasts and pink matching wings to pair. your friends gave you the idea to lace satin pink ribbon up your legs, tied at the top of your thighs with a bow. a nice touch, you think. 

“see you soon. don’t forget to send me the address!” you tell your friend and end the call. you chirp your car alarm to unlock it and slide in the front seat. your phone vibrates from the incoming text and you respond with a “cool, i’m on my way.” 

you pull into the open spot alongside the house’s curb. faux spiderwebs are strewed across the grass and plastic cups litter the porch railing. opening the door, you kick your sneakers off onto the pavement and slip into your black pumps and adjust the bows one last time. 

once inside, you’re hit with the overpowering smell of cheap brown liquor and the heady scent of sex and bad decisions. the bass reverberates against the worn hardwood and you can feel it in the walls as you weave through clusters of people in the hallway. your vision fades through shades of red and blue when you round a corner and collide with your group of friends, all of them dancing and bubbly from the alcohol. 

“oh my god! i’m so glad you made it,” one of them shouts over the music. you smile and shout back, “i’m so glad i made it too! where’s the booze?” 

they all laugh and your best friend pulls your ear to their mouth. 

“in the kitchen! the host is in there playing bartender!” 

you throw up a thumbs up and a cheeky smile before you make your way through the swarm of grinding bodies and into the kitchen. you push open the swing door, greeted by yelling and the shattering of a bottle. 

“eren! be careful!” 

“you’re such an idiot! that my pink whitney, you bitch!” 

“oh suck a fuck, jean.” 

“suck a fuck? why don’t you just-”

“both of you need to grow up! chill out, seriously.”

you stifle a laugh behind a closed fist, shift your weight onto one side, and take a closer look at the comedic intimate scene you walked into. what an interesting group of costumes, you thought. 

standing around the island centered in the kitchen is what you can only assume as a close group of friends. a bright-eyed blond boy was dressed in a rapunzel wig and a puffy princess dress. next to him was a tall, ash brunette dressed to match in a white dress shirt, unbuttoned twice and cuffed at the elbow. he was wearing a green, corduroy vest and khaki skinny jeans. 

closest to you were two girls, one with an elbow resting on the counter watching the bickering disney couple with amusement, the other soaking up sticky pink liquor with paper towels. in the middle of it all is a sly smiling cruise director, dressed in a cheesy white suit and a captain's hat, with “captain” printed in gold embroidery on the top. he has loose chocolate brown hair that caresses the tops of his shoulders and beautiful green eyes. 

“what can i getcha little lady?” he says, his voice warm and baritone. he meets your gaze and your heart skips a beat when you smirk and he responds with a stellar smile that would make anyone melt. 

“what’re you serving, captain? i heard about the tragedy,” you feigned sympathy with a frown at the flynn rider look-a-like. “no more pink whitney tonight.” 

the group laughs and they introduce themselves. you learn that armin, or rapunzel, is the unlucky victim of the night after being tricked into thinking it was a princess-themed party and untimely couples costuming with flynn rider jean. the two girls, mikasa and her girlfriend came matching in skeleton t-shirts and skull face paint. 

and lastly, there’s the handsome host and resident bartender, eren jaeger. 

everyone eventually splits up to do their own thing, leaving you and eren to make small talk in the kitchen. he oozes charisma when he talks, letting out breathy laughs as he mixes a concoction of kool-aid and mystery bottle number four. with playful mischief emanating in his aura and a suggestive glint in his eyes, you take the solo cup and down the contents. 

the night spins by to the rhythm of the party in the other room, yet you found yourself settled comfortably on a bar stool in the kitchen, talking to the stars and eren about anything and everything. after a few drinks and teasing touches, the friendly banter between the two of you turned sexual, the tension thick in the air. 

flirty quips flip to dirty talk and suddenly your hands are knocking eren’s stupid hat onto the floor and your fingers twist into his hair to deepen a kiss. you nip at his lips, twisting your tongues together in a mess of alcohol-tainted saliva and light pants. he tugs at your body, his hands roaming over your exposed skin and memorizing every second.  

you get up from the stool and let your hand fall from his neck to rest flat on his chest. he knocks his nose against yours and ghosts his lips alongside your cheek. he puffs warm air onto your skin, making you shiver. 

“where are you going?” he pouts, heavy lids with thick lashes dazing at you longingly. his fingers thrum at your hip, digging into your side and holding you close. 

“hmm, i don’t know,” you loll your head to the side and notion towards the door, “maybe somewhere we can get a little closer. wanna have a little fun?”

eren smiles at you and twists his hand to grip your wrist. he leads you behind him, out of the kitchen and into the strobe of throbbing lights. squeezing your hand, he leads you out to the center of the party, spinning you around in a circle, his innuendo of a dance invitation. 

you press your back against his chest, his hard-on stiff between your ass. you giggle and toss a teasing smile over your shoulder while he brings a hand to your waist and brings your closer. 

jesus fuck, gorgeous. where have you been all my life?

god, you look so hot grinding on me like this. 

don’t stop.

eren’s praise rolls out of his lips like a mantra as you dance together, like the party didn’t exist and the curious eyes in the room aren’t focused on you two alone. he holds you out in front of him and turns you to meet him, his face a breath away. the world slows when you exhale, 

and those eyes- he stared back at you with deep intensity, the corners crinkling in tandem with a smile and his pupils blown, rounded by a ring of emerald. his gaze drops to your lips, his mouth opening slightly, and heat spreading over his cheeks. a hand comes to cup the side of your face as he brings to speak in your ear. 

“we need to get out of here, i need you alone. now.”

[denjjisgf]

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PLEASE READ this blog contains 18+/nsfw/dark content. i’m really shitty at going through and blocking accounts with no ages/under 18, so i’m trusting your judgment to choose to interact or not. you know what you should be seeing more than i do. if i do see you are under 18, you will be blocked.

most works will be under the names. CLICK their names for thirsts & drabbles!

𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍

eren jaeger

。 stoner!eren hcs [ 1 ] [ 2 ]

。meeting eren at a halloween party

armin arlert

misc. 

。 while you were sleeping  

𝐉𝐔𝐉𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐔 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐍

satoru gojo

。 blessed by god and graced by you

。 untitled 03.26  

megumi fushiguro

。 untitled 05.19

。she lives in my lap

suguru geto

misc.  

。sugar daddy jjk men

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐀𝐖 𝐌𝐀𝐍

denji hayakawa 

。when the witching hour comes

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FACILITATING PARASOCIAL RELATIONSHIPS

the basics—

hi! my name is mei. i am 21 and my pronouns are they/them. i’m a 4th yr studying journalism and english. i’m a taurus if it matters to you.

my blog is—

my space! minors dni

favs—

sex, talking about sex, having sex, thirsting about sexy things and sexy people.

just kidding. i love writing and poetic phrases and the color green and cats and my nap playlist. i love rainy days with cold wind and having a reason to wear sweaters that arent mine. i love the feeling of putting socks on the warm oven when its cold and you’re baking something. i love my dogs and i love you too.

hates—

i hate spiders and mushrooms.

i dream ab—

being a compsci double major and having a boyfriend (period) who helps me build my own pc (for genshin. mobile is trash and steals my storage)

disclaimers—

eren apologist and denji enthusiast.

currently watching bleach (i DO thirst for renji + i won’t stop)

currently reading blue flag + csm as it comes out

outside of tumblr—

i do have a life, surprisingly. if you ask nicely, i will gift my socials, but i you can see what i’m doing mostly on spotistats

ask me about—

tokyo ghoul, junji ito, demon slayer, toliet bound hanako-kun, chainsaw man, jigokuraku: hell’s paradise, jujustu kaisen [ no spoilers please, currently reading/sobbing ]

play with me—

genshin uid— 641331318

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YOU'RE ON CAMERA

this blog contains 18+/nsfw/dark content. i’m really shitty at going through and blocking accounts with no ages/under 18, so i’m trusting your judgment to choose to interact or not. you know what you should be seeing more than i do. if i do see you are under 18, you will be blocked.

any hate/inappropriate/uncomfortable comments, asks, and requests will not be tolerated and addressed as needed, so be kind.

i will do my best to tag/content warnings appropriately, but i am new to this so please be patient with me. if there are any concerns/questions, feel free to send me a message and let me know. i’ll be happy to make adjustments and changes.

𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

quick links 

[ meet me ] [ masterlist ] [ rules+navi ]

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thinking about…roommate!geto who has had his eyes on you since you moved in, dressed in a tight, white tank top, damp and semi translucent from sweat. through the thin fabric, he could see your nipples peeking out, hard and so kissable. he was practically drooling as you panted in the door frame, “hey suguru, do you mind giving me a hand?” he didn’t miss his opportunity to slide his hands around the front of the box pressed against your chest, copping a feel.

roommate!geto who pins his ear to your shared wall as you pleasure yourself late at night. he strokes himself to the squelching of your toy, imagining it’s him who’s thrusting into you, making you drip and painting his length in the sweet slick you keep a secret from him between plush thighs.

roommate!geto who invites girls over on purpose, fucking them harshly against his bedroom door, their cries of pleasure filtering through the crack of his four walls and filling the apartment. he just wants to make it clear to you what you’re missing out on.

roommate!geto who wakes up every morning, dick twitching and leaking pre against his sheets as he fucks into them in his sleep, wishing it was you underneath him instead.

roommate!geto who washes your clothes with his. “it’s to conserve water, plus, i don’t mind doing you the favor.” behind closed doors, he’s fucking his fist, his moaning drowned out by the sound of the washer and your dirty panties stuffed in his mouth.

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thinking about… gojo who comes home from a mission or school after a long day and finds you in a loose tshirt and his boxers. you’re dancing and singing with headphones in, so you didnt hear him come in, but he’s never been more grateful to not have your attention on him. you look so effortlessly gorgeous. you turn around and see your boyfriend tall and strong, handsome without trying, and all yours. a wide smile spreads around your lips, “welcome home! i missed you!” the sight of your smile, you being happy, you being happy to see him, is all he needs to stride over to you and pick you up and spin you around in his arm. your laugh fills his ears and his heart is just melting. no matter how hard the day, no matter how long and taxing, it’s always worth it to come home to you

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