#eren x black reader fluff

[girlreblogger]

the annoyance with blk y/n and the stories she’s in is hilarious. her characteristics might be the problem one day or her side characters the next. it legit feels like we may never get to a balanced solution on what to do with our own representation since the wrong ppl always talk about it and create it. we have mean and shallow ppl who take over the conversation, ppl who really self hate but try and cover it up with “i just don’t want her to be a stereotype” and then the ones who probably love and support tyler perry movies.

the bottom line is the ppl who do write those niggafying, toxic (it’s a buzzword but that’s what they are) or smutty fics (not talking abt the actual good ones with a blk reader though 🧎🏽‍♀️) can do wtv they want and owe you nothing. that’s why they get so frustrated. i don’t think all the times those should be crucified for what they write when other groups of ppl (or our own) write all kinds of other crazy shit.

and.. i know a lot of ppl who don’t want to say it but y’all keep bringing up the smut and niggafying as the main problem, but i think it’s some of the ppl writing it and their underlings. it’s just no one wants to say anything.

an excerpt from a draft of mine

“a lot of ppl on here be weirdos or mean asl. so when someone block you don’t be like “oh what i did” “they that mad cause of my (internet—fictional—digital on screen) presence”

like nobody got time to go to your acc and say “i don’t like you” who cares. oddly some miserable ppl do actually but still. the lack of awareness is ridiculous. that’s why ppl don’t f with y’all.”

i was talking abt all of tumblr and every other app but it applies here.

from what i see on here, some are just straight up weird, cliquey, and chiesty (if that’s how you spell it) and that’s why ppl be so mad abt those types of books 💀. we also have to acknowledge the amount of overwhelming & honestly damaging blk yn fics (not to be confused with ppls screwed ideas of stereotypical) there are. i understand why ppl write them for personal reasons but when it comes to our own reflections of ourselves as blk women it’s almost hurtful to read some of the things people put “her” through. i mean even her with a white man that use aave and has cornrows is hurtful.. 😔 (i’m trolling now 💀) naw but fr. i personally don’t like reading blk women just being written for smut or going through crazy situations or kinda like.. i don’t wanna say unfulfilling but like.. idk i can’t think of the word. (edit: ppl write blk yn to be in unfulfilling situations) but girl i can watch a tyler perry movie for all that.

again. ppl write these stories for there own personal reasons, relate to them and enjoy them for those reasons as well. that’s why depending! on what it is i don’t think blk writers should be bombarded with hate like that. also ion think smut should be banned like y’all go to far can we just slow down on it … there are some nice ones out there i promise 🧎🏽‍♀️

but in all seriousness there are many other reasons why i feel toxic and smutty fics are popular for blk yn but i don’t think anyone cares to hear that and the conversion will prolly go back to nigga eren somehow which is crazy cause y’all be arguing over a fictional white man.

oh! 😒 i almost forgot 😒 the ppl who are against “ghetto” y/n to try and advocate for more fluffy or like.. normal (healing) stories and from what i see the ppl who are the most up in arms about it in my personal opinion seem to dislike certain parts of blkness that i appreciate personally and so i just straight up disregard their opinions. y/n doesn’t have to “act” (😒) blk but i see ppl get mad about her protecting her hair….. with a bonnet….

sigh, anyway but yeah we need more soft and sweet fics or just like calming ones? but someone gon have to write it! i don’t like this app or my writing all too much so i gave up a while ago.

just like many other blk writers….

gaspp! we should also do like a fluff challenge or sumn where writers do like fluff … march? girl idk so maybe that will trend and all the ppl who spend time arguing and going back and forth with ppl who write stories they don’t like can like idk look for other writers who write soft, normal, fun stories and reblog them or make a list of them. or maybe like possibly write their own stories too????

everyone says the smut fics gets the most likes and they do. that’s why you keep seeing them. so maybe support or refreakingblog the fics that are comforting to you so others can be as well.

i actually made this page to repost softer fics because i was tired of blocking certain tags so i can avoid heavy smut and subtly abuse fics. also pls leave the ppl who niggafy anime characters alone they will not be stopped. i mean we still have ppl who have been calling chris evans jamal since 2020.. calling him that to this date. married and all.

sigh… 2 more days until blk history month ends. maybe next year we can find a balance between “dramatic” and smutty fics and soft and slice of life ones for blk y/n next year. remember this is tumblr too and the ppl writing aren’t even getting paid for this but it’s for the ppl yk.

ppl who are respectful and reblog tho.

muah

[cindol]

Let’s reverse the roles.. fem plug!reader.

Fem plug reader x eren Yeager

tw: fluff fluff, I don’t know SHIT about weed here, nerd!eren here, reader and eren are in their 20s, in the hc format,

tags— @neptunes1nterweb @honeybleed

Fem plug!reader who’s only a plug just so she can find a way to always have ends meets and take care of her 11 year old baby sister. Ever since her mother abandoned them she had the soul responsibility of taking care of her sister on her own.

Fem plug!reader who tries to keep to herself when it comes to actually being a plug. Being one of the rare female plugs she had to face misogyny sometimes from male clients so she liked to show she’s about straight business.

Fem plug!reader who met Eren through her usual customer onyankopon. He was a chill customers of her she sometimes kicked it back with in his crib. When she was just coming to give Onyakopon the front door she knocked on was opened up to a 6 foot pretty boy in a grey jacket with brunette hair and square black glasses on his face.

He noticed her staring him down and bashfully checked her out also. From her top she had a white tank top on with a opened up pink jacket on and down to her bottoms she had black Nike shorts on and light grey slippers. He snapped out his stare when she raised a brow at him.

He nervously chuckled looking at her and scratched his head.”Ah you must be the dealer or whatever! You can just hand me the uh cannabis I guess?” The way she giggled at that made a faint blush appear on his cheeks as he turned his head and put his hands into his jackets pockets until onyankopon came over chuckling and put a hand on his shoulder.”i see you met my pretty plug. Sorry if this one gave you a stink eye ren, she just has a resting bitch face.” He joked making her laugh in response, they could just make jokes like this with one another.

onyankopon then cleared his throat.”why don’t you come in yeah? I’m gonna be showing my boy ren here how to smoke for his first time. Would be nice to have the plug herself see it.” y/n chuckled.”sure why not, my sister’s staying at her little friends house so I got free time.” Y/n then took her way to brush between onyankopon and eren causing an obvious effect on eren.

Onyankopon just chuckled and patted Eren’s back.”calm down there yeah? Getting red in the face like a virgin at my dealer before you even have your first smoke sesh.” He then walked off behind y/n making eren gulp and squeeze his brim of his nose with his two fingers.

Fem plug!reader who had eren so nervous when putting his lips to the blunt. The way she sat next to Onyankopon on a opposite bed to the one he sat on looking at him with smiling two toned lips looking at him made him nearly sweat. He took the first hit and exhaled coughing making onyankopon chuckle and sigh and y/n grinned also.

“Damn your boy sucks shit at smoking Ony.” Eren just coughed and nervously laughed putting the blunt on the square plastic ashtray.”uh sorry I guess.. just never done this type of thing before in my 23 years of living y’know?”

y/n giggled at that more and nodded getting his perspective. He was so cute and joyous to her.”Mm i get that.. you’re like a cute little college boy. I could definitely teach you some things about smoking though..”

Onyankopon saw they were chatting it up and took his chance to take a quiet leave to the bathroom. They both were alone now in this room and y/n moved to sit next to Eren making him more nervous than he was minutes ago. Eren took the key to start speaking first and cleared his throat.”Ah uh.. what could you teach me about smoking?” He heard her giggle again. He didn’t understand how a drug dealer could have such a nice giggle like that.

“Well I could teach you some things if you’re willing to come visit my house sometimes.” She pulled out her phone.”if you’re interested in being a client of course, don’t want any weird shit.” Eren nearly broke out in a grin. He couldn’t believe a pretty girl like her was giving him a gateway to her number.

He eagerly pulled his phone out himself.”I would love that! do you uh wanna exchange phone numbers maybe?” She smiled at how eager he was and pulled her phone out, exchanging numbers with him.

Fem plug!reader who surprised eren with how pretty her room was. It wasn’t over the top but he had this mindset that since she was a plug she wouldn’t think of tidying her room up ever. As he sat on her soft bed he was in awe making y/n chuckle and shake her head.”you gonna keep feeling on my pillows and comforter or you wanna learn how to smoke?”

That made eren jump a little but nodded as y/n sat next to him with her legs criss cross and some grabba and papers in her hands and looked at eren.”you ready to smoke or what?” He gulped and nodded.

Fem plug!reader who after teaching eren how to properly smoke she started have some more smoking sessions with him and slowly opening up more to him. More about how her deadbeat mother was and how tough it was to take care of her baby sister on her own.

Fem plug!reader who had eren at her house more as a regular. On some nights he would babysit her sister sometimes on days he was free from studies then when it came 11PM he would stay cozied up in bed with y/n, like friends do.

Fem plug!reader who had eren feeling jealous sometimes when he saw how friendly and cozy she was with onyankopon. He knew he didn’t have any kind of right to be jealous but he couldn’t help it, seeing how she clung onto his arm made his brows furrow.

When they were both alone he took the chance to question her about her and ony’s relationship.”so uh.. you and onyankopon are close? Like close close right?” She chuckled again getting what he was trying to say, it was cute honestly.

“Mm why you jealous Ren?” She teased him making him blush and rub his head. She giggled, everytime she teased him his cheeks got so pink.”me and ony are just good friends eren, he was my first client. You worried he’s gonna steal me away?” She teased again.

Fem plug!reader who had her fair share of being jealous also. Sometimes when she was picking up eren from his classes and saw some girls just giggling and jokingly teasing him she felt a sting of jealousy and pettiness.

When eren came in the passenger seat sitting next to her he was very aware of her jealousy, even when she put up some cute tough act pouting and turning her engine on. It was his turn to tease.”sad I got other friends than you or something?” That made her gasp as she tried hiding her smile and hit his shoulder.

Eren who picked up a few lines to use or as Onyankopon would say,”rizz” y/n up. They were very corny lines still but they made her giggle.

He used every line he learned from his college boy friends and used them on her making her smile and laugh saying,”that’s real cute babes.”

Fem plug!reader who acted almost like a girlfriend to him and he acted like a boyfriend in return without the two noticing. Eren didn’t even peep how he himself was spending weeks at her house with y/n and her baby sister.

He and y/n nearly had a routine together, on mornings eren would be up early in the morning making some basic waffles and bacon for y/n and her baby sister. Then when she dropped her sister off to school they would spend the afternoon having a smoke session while watching some sitcoms like the Office and Arrested Development and then when night comes they spend the day with her sister.

Fem plug!reader who in a high haze shared a kiss with a just as high eren. She didn’t even notice how smoothly she sat in his lap with the blunt they shared between her acrylics. But from her view eren just looked so cute, his glasses were inside his hair and his green hazel eyes tinted red with a nervous smile on his lips. He had both hands on her thighs, he didn’t know if it was right to do but he kept his hands there.

“You’re so adorable y’know?” She held one side of his face with her free hand.”don’t know how you think girls aren’t attracted to you..” she gave him a slow kiss making his cheeks light up.”because I am.”

Fem plug!reader and eren who would be more playful and flirty after their shared kiss and it was telling to onyankopon and eren’s friends something was definitely going on. With the way y/n would wrap her arms around him or give him a glossy kiss on the cheek while handing him a small baggie of weed into his hand. Eren chuckles in response.”thanks y/n.” And he gets a “You’re welcome baby” making onyankopon raise his brows.

Onyankopon, Jean and armin end up questioning if he’s actually messing with her in secret. Eren of course just scoffed denying.”you guys are craaazy! What? No! Me and y/n are Just good friends.” It obviously wasn’t believable to them.

They found out sooner or later because of how dumb eren was, he posted everything on his Instagram so it was easy to just piece everything together. When eren posted himself with a pink robe that obviously didn’t belong to him sitting on a pink bed and hamper with cheetah print bra and panties hanging off of it that was familiar to onyankopon it all clicked for the 3 sneaky men.

When they found out they confronted him when they were having a smoke session. Onyankopon patted his back as he looked at him and laughed.”you’re so sly you know that?” Eren just looked at him with a dumbfounded look and Onyakopon scoffed.”don’t play dumb, I know you been messing around with y/n.”

eren nearly choked on his own spit hearing that as ony took a drag of the shared blunt once it was passed to him.”aha.. how’d ya even find out?” Jean let out a boisterous laugh at what he said.”you’re barely even secretive with the shit you do man.”

Eren side eyed Jean.”shut up you damn horse.. I thought I was being secretive! I even tried hiding and closing up on my face in photos to hide I was at her home!” Armin let’s out a soft chuckle also.”you were wearing her pink robe and her bra was hanging out her hamper in the background. Not very secretive Ren..” armin shook his head, eren wasn’t the smart one when it comes to girls despite being a nerd.

Eren just scratched his chuckling.”secrets out I guess..”

Eren who had been getting bolder and bolder with Fem plug!reader. She made him feel more comfortable to be much more out there with what he wanted to say so he found himself doing some pda in public with her. Now that their whole secret about them being in a somewhat fwb relationship got leaked to his friends he wasn’t shy with his affection.

It was to the dismay of his friends though when they were witness to y/n putting her legs on his lap across the couch they both sat on making y/n giggle and Connie and onyankopon groan.”hope I never grow to be that lovey Dovey..” Connie shook his head, ‘friends with benefits my ass..’

Fem plug!reader who found herself blushing at the smallest things he does and the big grand gestures also. When y/n groans and whines in bed about her needing ego waffles in her fridge for her sister before school starts he gives a simple kiss on her neck and heads out to get waffles.

Fem plug!reader who bragged and gloated about eren so much to onyankopon. It made Onyakopon smile how much she’s opened up since meeting eren, it was like she made a best friend and boyfriend. It just made him frown how they were just friends with benefits because of a wall y/n built up.

“Oh he got me these jewelry boxes also! These pink boxes and—“ ony chuckled hearing how excited she would talk about him.”why don’t you and ren just date already? Talk about the nigga like he’s your boyfriend.”

That gagged her a bit and made her sit up. as nice as it would be to be official with him she couldn’t see herself dating him yet, she was always too busy and felt like she could hurt him.”Mm.. I’m comfortable with where I’m at with him right now.”

Fem plug!reader who found it being difficult to fight against their friends with benefits relationship. The way he would kiss and suck on her neck while holding her hips in her kitchen made her feel something more than lust when she had to kick him away when her sister came in.

Fem plug!reader who matched eren perfectly whenever she went to him to college parties when she was free. No college boys even flirted or played around with her with how she hugged onto his arm, they both complimented one another so well.

Eren who had enough of them both just playing a game and pretending to be friends and confronted her about his feelings at her house. He cornered her in the kitchen one day as she sat against her counter and let her know.”I’m tired of playing pretend, aren’t you? Just acting like we don’t have something more..”

She gasped as she sat on the corner counter surprised and gagged at his behavior. She guessed her personality had rubbed off on him with how confrontational he was being.”ren, you know we can’t I’m too..”

Eren made a pout at that.”please.. I don’t care whatever problem you have. Just give me a try with you.” That made her smile, maybe she’ll give him and her a try.

[arminsfavoritepookie]

ROCKSTAR EREN HCS

( How rockstar Eren would be in a relationship with his girl)

- Mentions of explicit smut and lots of fluff

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Rockstar Eren was mysterious to everyone, but to you, he was a man who always knew what he wanted. He was always seeking your presence, needing your touch, and nothing could tear you apart. Your love was a precious gem, one that needed to be guarded with all your might, for you knew that paparazzi and the tabloids were always eager to dig deep into Eren's private life.  

You had both agreed to keep your relationship under wraps, enjoying the thrill and excitement of keeping your love hidden from prying eyes. However, being with Eren was like walking on eggshells. Every time he tried to remove your sunglasses that concealed your identity, you couldn't help but worry about your cover being blown.

Your heart would race with every touch, your body trembling with anticipation. You wished that he wouldn't tempt fate so recklessly.  Eren's hand wrapped tightly around yours as you walked through the bustling streets. You were lost in a sea of thoughts, and the sound of his footsteps was like a lullaby. The thrill of being with a famous celebrity was unlike anything you had ever experienced before. You couldn't believe that someone as talented as him was by your side.  

"What if someone saw us?" you whispered, casting a nervous glance over your shoulder.  Eren's eyes sparkled mischievously. "Let them," he replied, a smug grin playing at his lips.  "But your reputation-"  Eren's grip on your hand tightened.

"That shit doesn’t matter to me" he replied, his eyes holding yours in an unbreakable gaze.  Your whole body felt hot, and your heart began to race with anticipation. You couldn't help but be swept away by the moment.  

"I think it's time that everyone knows that I've settled down for good." he whispered, his breath warm against your skin.  You gazed into his eyes, feeling as if you were about to step off the edge of a cliff. You had no idea what the future held, but you knew that being with him was worth the risk.  

"For good?" you asked, your voice trembling.  Eren's smile softened, and he took your face in his hands. "Forever,"

Rockstar Eren even in the most public of places, was not afraid to show his love for you. It was almost as if he was drawn to you, his hands constantly on you, tracing patterns on your thighs or tugging on the hem of your dress. His lips would find their way to your neck, and his kisses would send shivers down your spine. It wasn't uncommon for him to do this when the two of you were out to dinner, much to your dismay. The waiters and other diners would watch in shock and awe as he lavished attention on you, completely enthralled by your presence.

"She wants to know if you want red or white," you scolded the rockstar, trying to bring him back to reality. But he was too far gone, completely ignoring your pleas. It was like you were the only two people in the restaurant, and Eren's need for you was reaching its peak. You coughed softly, trying to break through to him. "Red will be fine," you stuttered out, feeling flustered by the intensity of his gaze. The waiter scurried away, leaving you alone with Eren once again.

"Eren, what has gotten into you?" you asked him, frustration lacing your tone. "We're here to have a nice time, not to just... touch each other."

"Can you blame me? Look at you," he replied, his voice low and husky. He leaned in closer to you, his eyes intense.

"You're irresistible."

The feeling of his warm breath against your ear sent a shiver of pleasure through you, despite the anger and frustration you were feeling. You tried to pull away from him, but his grip on you only tightened. "Relax, pretty," he whispered, his lips trailing down your neck.

"Let me show you just how much I need you."

Rockstar Eren exudes an aura of toughness and a bad boy image with his impressive tattoos and worldwide reputation. He's not one to be labeled as submissive and hates it when others do. But behind the tough exterior, lies a vulnerable side, one that only you can unlock.

The moment your lips trace his collarbone and you're quickly unclasping the metal of his belt after a show, Eren melts like butter under a hot knife, moaning and whimpering like a lovesick puppy. It's as if you hold some sort of power over him, one that makes him weak in the knees.  The intimacy between the two of you is like nothing he's ever experienced before. His hands shake and sweat as they try to hold back from palming the thick bulge in his jeans, all because you told him not to. He's not used to giving up control, but with you, he willingly surrenders every inch of his being.

"You alright there, Ren?" you asked, gazing up at him through fluttering lashes, your eyes innocently wide. You knew the effect you had on him; his once neat and tidy hair now a mess, his forehead covered in sweat as he struggled to maintain control. But you weren't going to make it easy for him. You continued your torturous licks, your tongue swirling around the swollen head of his thick and hard cock, reveling in the taste of him. His breathing quickens and his hands grip the sheets tightly as he struggles to maintain control. You know he wants to let go, to let the pleasure consume him, but he's holding back. That's where you come in - to push him to the edge. 

"Fuck, baby," he groaned, his lips bitten in neediness as he contributed fucking your mouth, every movement deliberate and controlled. You could feel the veins pulsing beneath the skin of his dick, feel the globs of spit that coated him as you moved up and down his girth.  "Please," he begged, his fingers tangling in your hair as he tried to control his breathing. But you weren't done yet; you were just getting started. With a soft moan, you took him back into your mouth, taking him as deep as you could go. It was hardcore, intense, and utterly exhilarating. 

Your fingers dance along his thighs, eliciting a low growl from Eren's throat. You know he's close - he just needs one final push. As you worked him with your mouth and your hands, you could feel the tension building in him, the heat radiating off of his body as he neared his breaking point. With a final moan, he came hard and fast, filling your mouth with his hot, sticky cum. You swallowed eagerly, savoring the taste of him, the feeling of him against your tongue.  When it was all over, he looked down at you with a mix of exhaustion and adoration, his eyes meeting yours in a moment of perfect intimacy.

"You're too good for me," he whispered, his fingers playing with your curls. You smiled, feeling more than a little smug. "I know," you said softly, feeling more confident than ever before. With a final kiss to the tip of his cock, you got up from your knees. you release him from your mouth and crawl up to his side, tracing circles on his chest. "You good, baby?" you ask, planting a gentle kiss on his cheek.  He nods, a small smile gracing his lips. "Better than good," he says, his voice still laced with arousal. You cuddle up to him, enjoying the afterglow of a job well done.

Rockstar Eren had always been one to feed off the energy in the room. The rush of excitement, adrenaline, and anticipation filled the studio, leaving everyone on the edge of their seats.

But it was your presence that electrified him the most, the mere flicker of light from your smile setting his energy levels soaring. As Eren fiddled with the buttons, knobs, and switches of the soundboard, the sheer amount of options in front of him sometimes felt daunting. However, every time he looked over at you, the challenge of conquering this instrument felt nothing but exhilarating.  

You were the Yin to his Yang, complementing his every move. As Eren layered different beats and instrumentals, you ran your soft and delicate fingers over the curves of his scalp, sending a wave of relaxation coursing through his veins. "Damn," Eren breathed, leaning back against the chair. "I could get used to this." His eyes scanned the room, finally coming to rest on you.

"I swear, I'm going to marry you someday." 

  For a brief moment, a look of shock passed over your face. Eren's words had come as a surprise, but deep down, you couldn't help but feel the same way. A small, fleeting smile crossed Eren's lips as he tried to play it off, but you saw through his act. His attention drifted back to the soundboard, where the familiar glow of the green and red buttons beckoned him once again.  

A few moments later, you began to sing along with the tune Eren was producing, adding depth and warmth to the composition. Your voices entwined with each other's to create a soulful melody that tugged at Eren's heartstrings. The intense and almost tangible connection he shared with you sparked something inside him, a flame that refused to flicker, no matter how hard he tried to extinguish it.

Suddenly, you spoke up. "Eren?" you said softly.  He looked up at you, his eyes soft and warm. "Hmm?" he hummed.  "I want to marry you too," you said, the words slipping out before you could stop them. "Someday."

He gazed at you with so much love in his eyes, and in that moment, Eren knew he never wanted to lose you.

Rockstar Eren looks sexy as fuck when performing. Your gaze was transfixed, drawn inexorably to him as if by some primal force that defied explanation. The crowd around you went wild, but you hardly noticed them. All that existed was Eren, and the heat that emanated from his body as he strummed his guitar with fingers that moved like lightning over the strings.

Your eyes trailed down to his lower abdomen, where a web of intricate tattoos snaked around his hips and disappeared into the waistband of his jeans, which hung low on his hips. You imagined yourself running your hands over the curves and valleys of those tattoos, tracing every detail with your fingers and marveling at the artistry and beauty of each one. But then he looked up, and your breath caught in your throat. His eyes, a piercing green that glowed like emeralds in the bright stage lights, were locked onto yours with a fierce intensity that made your knees tremble and your heart flutter. He was singing, his voice a sultry blend of velvet and steel that stirred something deep within you.

And as he sang, he never took his eyes off you, making you feel like the only person in the world that mattered in that moment. But it wasn't just his voice that entranced you. It was the way he moved - with a liquid grace that flowed through every muscle and sinew, a tantalizing dance that seemed to beg you to join him on the stage and move in time with him. His hair was wild, a mass of dark waves that tumbled down his broad shoulders and framed his chiseled face with an air of casual arrogance that made you weak in the knees.

You imagined running your fingers through that hair, tugging at it just a little as he whispered dirty words in your ear. His fingers were adorned with rings that glinted in the light as he played his guitar with a skill and finesse that was nothing short of hypnotic. And his lips - flushed with the heat of the music and moving to the beat with an erotic allure that made you feel like you were about to combust with desire.

The air was thick with the lingering notes of the last song, as if the music itself was a living, breathing entity. The auditorium was slowly emptying out, but you were rooted to the spot, still caught up in the magic of the night. Your heart was pounding in your chest, a heady mix of adrenaline and euphoria pulsing through your veins. Eren's stage presence had been magnetic, and his every move had been imbued with a raw energy that left you spellbound.

Your feet finally took you backstage, the excitement building within you with each step. Security recognized you instantly and waved you through with a knowing grin. You couldn't wait to see Eren, to bask in the afterglow of his show. You burst into his dressing room, heart in your throat, and there he was - every inch the rockstar you had fallen in love with. He was breathtaking up close, his chiseled features and strong jawline illuminated by the soft glow of the dimmed lighting.

Eren's lips pressed hard against yours, as if he was staking a claim on your lips. You could feel the feral intensity emanating from him as his tongue began exploring every nook and cranny of your mouth. His need was evident, and you could sense it in the way his hands clenched onto your waist, pulling you in even closer to his body. You shivered involuntarily, but it was more from the pleasure of his touch than the cold air that surrounded you.

His lips were rough against yours, the chattering of your teeth the only thing keeping you from biting down on his plump bottom lip. You could taste him in your mouth - the metallic tinge of his saliva mixed with the subtle hint of mint from the gum he had been chewing earlier. His desperation was a drug, and you were completely hooked.

The space between you seemed to be humming with energy as he leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear. "You enjoyed the show, didn't you?" His voice was a low growl, his breath hot and heavy against your skin. You shuddered involuntarily as he spoke, unable to do anything but nod in response. He seemed to sense the raw hunger in your eyes, his own dark and dangerous. He didn't waste any time, his hands roaming over your body with an almost needy intensity, tracing the curve of your hips, the arch of your neck.

Every touch was a jolt of pure lust, and you felt your knees buckle slightly as he pressed closer. "I could tell by the way you were looking at me," he murmured, his eyes blazing with emotions. With one fluid movement, he pulled you flush against his chest, his hand wrapped around your neck. You stumbled slightly as you looked at him, your senses completely overwhelmed.

"Let's hurry and get to the hotel, yea?" His words were like a shot of adrenaline straight to your veins, and you could feel the slick building between your thighs. "I don't think I can wait any longer."

He pressed you up against the wall, his hands gripping you tightly, making you gasp with pleasure. "I thought you were taking me to dinner, Ren? What happened to that?" you breathed out, your heart racing. Turning to look at you, Eren’s eyes bore into yours, filled with hunger and wantonness.

"We'll order room service after I've had my fill of you, baby,"

Rockstar Eren navigates his grueling schedule, he only finds solace in one thing: sleeping next to you. The intensity of tour life and endless rehearsals takes a toll on his mind and body, leaving him drained at the end of the day. But as he steps into the hotel room and catches sight of you curled up in his oversized shirt and snuggled under his favorite blanket, he feels a warmth spread throughout his body.

Your soft snores provide the perfect background music to lull him into a state of tranquility. He walks over to you and kneels beside the bed, admiring the way your hair is wrapped up, a testament to your strict hair care regimen. Eren gazes down at you, mesmerized by the way your face glows under the soft moonlight filtering through the drapes.

As he watches you breathe peacefully, he feels his heart fill with a love that he never thought possible. In that moment, he knows that nothing can ever compare to the bliss he feels when he's lying next to you. Suddenly, Eren notices a small drop of drool escape your lips, and he can't help but chuckle softly to himself.

He runs his fingers over the flesh of your lips, taking extra care not to wake you up. Eren revels in the quietude of the moment, his eyes glinting with joy as he drinks in the tranquility of the scene. The weight of Eren's world melts away, as he realizes that the only thing that really matters is right there, snuggled up next to him. For a while, he just kneels there, soaking in your presence and cherishing the stillness of the moment. It's just the two of you, locked in a beautiful bubble that protects you from the frenzied pace of reality.

Eventually, Eren slips under the covers next to you, and your sleeping form molds itself to his embrace, creating a cocoon of warmth that makes Eren's heart feel full. "You know, you really shouldn't be drooling on my shirt like that," he whispers, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“Fuck off, Jeager”

Rockstar Eren absolutely adores when you sit in his lap and play with his hair. The way your nimble fingers deftly weave intricate braids and knots into his luscious locks, it sends shivers down his spine. And the way his hands rest on the small of your back as he watches you work, it feels so intimate and romantic. Sometimes, Eren's mind just goes blank as he closes his eyes and succumbs to the euphoria of having his hair played with. His body sinks into the cushions as you knead his scalp, fingers moving in slow, hypnotic circles.

He drifts off to a blissful sleep, snoring softly, unaware of the world around him. When it's time for bed, you softly kiss all over his cheeks to wake him up, and he whimpers pitifully, not wanting to let go of you just yet. His voice is hoarse and gravelly from sleep, but he manages to mumble a few words of endearment, telling you how much you mean to him and how he can't imagine life without you. As he struggles to gather his wits, you help him up and lead him to the bathroom, where you take care of his nightly routine. He feels so vulnerable and exposed in your presence, yet it's a vulnerability that he revels in.

He loves how you take care of him, pampering him and spoiling him like a king. Finally, when it's time to retire to bed, Eren clings to you tightly, unwilling to let you go. He whispers sweet nothings in your ear, telling you how much he adores you and how you complete him. He falls asleep with a goofy grin on his face, feeling so loved and cherished. For Eren, you are not just his lover or his friend, you are his everything.

With that being said

Rockstar Eren's love for you knows no bounds. It's evident in the way he spoils you, his heart bursting with happiness every time he hands you his card and watches you indulge in whatever your heart desires. And who could blame him? You make him feel complete, even in the darkest of times. His love for you shines so brightly that he can't resist spoiling you at every opportunity. In his hands, you feel cherished and adored, your every whim and desire met with the utmost care.

His tender touch makes your heart race, his warm embrace melting away any worry or stress you may be feeling. Eren's unwavering affection is a treasure to behold, something you never take for granted. As he kisses your nose and whispers sweet nothings into your ear, you feel the love and gratitude flowing from every pore in your body. The world may be chaotic and unpredictable, but with Eren by your side, everything falls into place. His generosity is not just a reflection of his wealth, but of his devotion to you.

His desire to spoil you was only matched by your willingness to grab his hand and pull the seat down in his car, eager to feel the rough embrace of his body. You always craved his presence and the insatiable sensation that came with riding his cock. As you rode him hard, a bead of sweat formed on your brow, your thighs tightening around him with every thrust. You let out a small whimper, feeling him go deeper and harder inside your warm cunt, your entire body writhing with pleasure. "Can you feel me, Ren?" you asked, your voice a low, throaty whisper as you locked eyes with him.

He replied with a guttural groan, his large hands gripping your hips as he took control of your body. Smashing your hips down to the base of his throbbing cock. You let yourself fall into him, your squelching walls tightening around his thick girth as you moaned in pleasure. He pulled you in closer, and you could feel every inch of him, every crevice, every vein pulsing on his dick.

You gasped as he took you harder, faster, his breathing ragged and erratic. "I can't get enough of you," he said between grunts, his voice deep and husky. His balls smacking the back of your gushing cunt. You felt yourself losing control, surrendering to the raw intensity of the moment. He was your addiction, your pleasure, your everything. And you never wanted it to end.

Rockstar Eren can't stop talking about you. It's like you are constantly on his mind. Whether he's with his trusted tour manager, Levi, discussing the logistics of his next show, or chilling with his buddies Armin and Mikasa, you always find a way to slip into the conversation. Levi has grown used to Eren's distracted musings about all the exotic restaurants and must-try dishes he can't wait to share with you. "Hey Eren, are you even listening?" Levi would interject, trying to bring Eren back to reality. But Eren's mind would drift off to the romantic image of holding your hand while taking you on a culinary adventure.

Armin and Mikasa have gotten used to their friend's fixation with you too. They would listen intently to Eren's elaborate plans to surprise you with gourmet meals from around the world, nodding along and occasionally throwing in a teasing joke or two. In Eren's hands, he cradles his phone, flipping through foodie blogs, checking out new restaurants, and researching different culinary traditions. It's all for you. He wants to make every moment spent together a memorable and romantic experience, filled with unforgettable flavors and delights.

But there's also a sense of urgency to Eren's enthusiasm. He knows that as a rockstar, he has a demanding and unpredictable schedule. Every day brings a new city, a new venue, a new crowd. But no matter where he is or what he's doing, he wants to make sure you feel cherished and adored. "I know we're on the road a lot, but that just means we have more opportunities to explore new shit together," Eren would say, his eyes shining with excitement.

Armin and Mikasa exchange a glance, secretly pleased that their friend has found someone who brings out the best in him. As for Eren, he can't imagine his life without you. You've become his muse, his inspiration, his reason to keep pushing forward. "So, when are you taking her out next?" Armin asks, a playful grin on his face. Eren chuckles, a little embarrassed but mostly thrilled to talk about you. "Soon. Very soon. I've got some new places in mind that I know she'll love."

[blackdxggr]

Stop this “Nigga Eren” Arguments

Do you guys not get TIRED every week coming up in the tags to make a ‘NiggaEren’ argument?? We get it you don't like it, but there are several eren x black reader fluff or whatever you’re looking for that isn’t surrounded about the things you’re complaining about, I've literally read them myself, this is coming from a person who mostly reads them, it's like most of you guys are actively ignoring them and just adding on to the discourse already made.

And let's not get started on the 'black persona' some of you want to speak about, you're acting as if white people are all the sudden not able to be drug dealers, rappers, baby daddy, shitty boyfriends or hypersexualised?? White people are not all the sudden absolute saints and we all know that, just like there is no 'black persona. You are quite literally enforcing stereotypes by saying this, a German white man has no specific way to be written, and yes obviously eren has his personality in the show and manga, and I'm sure most people would prefer it to stay like that, buts that's a whole different thing that can be said for a lot of work in the eren × reader tag.

But on a honest note, if you're honestly THIS bothered about it that you have to give a big rant, go on and write them, reblog those posts, or you know just move past them, cause there are many fics you're looking for, for you to enjoy on. The slur thing, it's wrong we get that, but a lot of you know for a fact that those are and are from the weird bunch.

Plus there are several eren x reader toxic' and or 'shitty boyfriend' fics, but instead there's a wider discourse in this community from the ones specifically written by black women, a community that took time to build.

One last thing, the reason why there are a lot is because they get attention, meaning people LIKE them, a lot of writers write what gets them the most interactions and or what people request and ask them to write, they're going to continue unless you want to specifically request them. At the end of the day this entire thing is just putting down black womens work and we don't need any of that. 🤷🏾‍♀️

[eunoiaaaivy]

BUSINESS CLASS: A TRIP WITH EREN IN PARIS, FRANCE!

╰┈➤thank you for visiting eunoia airlines! it's a joy to eunoia airlines to have you, a trip to paris is what you guys really deserve after a long, grueling month! enjoy the scenery with eren!

songs to listen to: i. ii. iii. iv. v.

WARNING!! THIS FIC CONTAINS SUGGESTIVE CONTENT. REMEMBER I DON'T WRITE SMUT AND THIS IS A SUGGESTIVE FIC. I HAVE CONSENT FROM MY BEST FRIEND TO POST THIS. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

cw: angsty (not really), hurt with comfort, exes to lovers, arguments, "crying in the rain" trope, a bit suggestive, fluff in the end, my bad attempt at writing something sweet-angsty.

a/n: im really sorry for the delayed posting, my mental health is just: 📈📉📈📉📈📉📉📉📉 pls also excuse my poor writing. 🥹😭

ROLLER COASTER RUSH

eren didn't know if this was a great idea or not. he's sure it's okay, but there's a part of his brain, like a whispering enchantment at a witch's spell book, it makes him so delirious- enough to bring him crazy.

a buzzing can be heard in his head, like of those bees swarming the honeycomb. eren could feel- he could feel the tension in his pulse, in his veins. this is unfortunate, he thinks.

yep, it was unfortunate. he lost his grasp again, on you, he lost his opportunity. because of his own stupidity.

or for some selfish reason.

it keeps replaying in his head- like a memory that was tucked away in a jar that's now shattered. he still could recall, of what he perceived. your orbs, filled with something that made him want to re-arrange his guts again. something because of him.

he should've known that your heart would've shattered on the ground already. he thought you were already okay, as if everything was fine between the two of you.

exes. that's what you guy were.

heck, he thought you were the only one going to be affected by this whole stupid ordeal of his.

he curses himself, like a fool who's willing to do anything- to mess things up over again. but eren didn't want that, it was the exact opposite.

he wanted freaking closure, the good freaking kind. where everything isn't awkward like two strangers in a storage room, where everything isn't so suffocating to you both.

he could remember the way your tears were streaming warmly on your cheeks, a look of hurt, distraught, was what eren saw. he didn't like it one bit. what hurts him the most was the fact he was the one who made you cry.

the said yeager will admit that he wasn't on his tallest tiptoes ever since you left, no. he wasn't at alright at all. he's felt empty, freaking hollow than his heart already felt. he couldn't sleep at night, eren wasn't used to not receiving your warmth.

you were so different from everyone his met, he felt like he saw the brightest star in the solar system whenever he was with you.

the you- who in no denial was an artist and he was the drawing. you drew him, he felt like himself more when he was with you. eren admits that...you were majestic, if he could be the artist, there would've been so many murals of you already.

but no, that wasn't his role. you were the artist, the one who'll sketch along with the lines and curves of his body, the one who'll fill his nights with colors he never knew.

you painted him so vividly.

eren couldn't explain why- how you do it. so freaking bright, imaginative and colorful. why the heck did you have to be the sun and he was the moon?

you sketched, drew more beautifully than everyone else. call it being biased but everyone has their opinions.

he was just a black and white portrait before, so blank and unhappy. not until you came and colored his world. from different shades of the brightest colors to the darkest.

you turned him into a kaleidoscope. a sky full of many different colors.

you were so freaking beautiful.

if he could emphasize, you would be the mona lisa painting he'd paint. eren was willing to be leonardo da vinci to paint your beauty- and show it to the whole world.

sighing and carding his brown tussled hair, eren went out to chase you. it wasn't good either. it was freaking raining. he couldn't afford getting you sick, it'll only add more to the guilt he's carrying.

"it's raining too hard." but he doesn't care, as long as you don't get sick then that's okay. feet hitting the pavement can be heard as he ran through the halls, hoping to not disturb the people doing their own personal thing.

the thuds residing through the wall was a bit too loud but he was close. so close to you again.

from afar he could see you, yet as he neared eren could sense the fact you knew he was here so you ran again.

"[name]! [name]! wait, you're going to get sick!" eren desperately called out as he tried to stretch his hand out to stop you from the rain, only to be deemed futile as you were far away again.

it dawned upon him- that he really did miss you. eren loves you so dearly, to the point he'd be chasing you in the rain.

otherwise, if you were just another person to him, he wouldn't have chased you like this. eren would've only be grumbling in the hotel room, saying you were a nuisance if he really didn't care. that's what he did to his previous exes.

yet here he is, chasing you as if his life depended on it.

who would've thought that he'd chase you? under rain? no one. not even you.

a shout stopped you in your tracks, tears sliding down your cheeks along with the rain as built up frustration and hurt crawled back in just like how it was the day your broke up.

your throat felt like it got rid of any water supplement your body had. it was so parched, and the rain didn't do anything to seize this aching throat of yours. it felt like that alcohol you consumed the moment you first met him.

and gosh, you wanna go back to that moment.

but you're unable to.

not when he's like this. not when eren was clinging on to you for dear life, his chest to your back and the way his arm are surrounding your mid-waist.

"please stay, i don't- i can't live without you." eren desperately says near your ear, the rain not even helping with how loud it was but you heard him.

you thrashed around, prying his hands away from you as you faced him with eyes filled with tears. "now you want me to stay? you're the one who insisted on leaving me! remember that yeager!" you shouted at him as you shoved your fingers deep in his broad, toned, chest.

but he didn't mind, infact he receives it with grace as he allows you to shove your fingers. he deserve it, he knows.

"i never wanted us to part." he said with guilt underlying his use of tone. his eyes casted down, not able to see your tears streaming because it hurts him so much. so much to know he caused this.

"really now yeager? then why did you do it? why did you do that? i begged you to stay, till the moment you packed everything! i begged you to stay! i was up all those nights, wondering what was wrong with me!" eren felt a jab in his heart as he heard that, reminisced of what happened months ago flashed before his eyes. it hurts even more that you're calling him by his last name.

"nothing's wrong with you okay!? i didn't have a choice! i never wanted to leave you!" he shouted, gripping your shoulders suddenly as your eyes widened from his outburst.

"my aunt...my aunt told me that if i didn't break up with you then my mom and dad won't be going out of the hospital any sooner. i never wanted us to part! i never did!" eren shouted as his grip tightened, not enough to hurt you though.

then all of a sudden, you felt his lips pressed against yours. making you widen your eyes more if that's possible. his lips were so soft, like a marshmallow sinked in hot chocolate.

as you closed your eyes and reciprocated the kiss, it no longer felt like an innocent one. it felt more passionate and wild, like how a wildfire spreads. his lips were fervently pressed against yours as you granted him access, tongue roaming around fighting for dominance.

the rain felt like a mere background play, not caring anymore as you guys were soaked yet your bodies gave heat as your hands crawled up to his neck, tangling it around while playing with his hair as eren placed his on your waist. eren desperately kisses you more as you both made out in the rain, kiss getting deeper as he tilted his head to the side.

time felt like it slowed down, only for it to remind you both that you breathe it. pulling away, you both connected your foreheads as your chest was heaving up and down from the mini make out session. eren's orb were staring at you as you were with him.

love was all you could see as he tried to regain his breathing. "i never wanted us to part. i love you so much, i didn't have a choice." he whispered out as he continued to stare at you with his emerald gaze of his.

"i know 'ren. i understand now. i love you too." you whispered out to him as he gave you another quick kiss on the lips, so gentle and assuring.

"i promise, we won't part anymore." eren whispered out as he placed a kiss on your forehead, his hold on you tightening as you held him close.

and he fulfilled his promise years later, a wedding band on your ring finger rested as you stared at his face once more. it glimmered under the rays of the sun, and so did he. you chuckled as eren nuzzles his head against the crook of your neck. who knew he could be so domestic?

nobody would even expect for the eren yeager to place you on top of the kitchen counter and nuzzle his face on your neck right?

"i love you." he muttered out as he placed a kids on your collarbone, inhaling your scent as you played with his hair.

"i love you too." you muttered back, four simples words that meant the most to him. for you made him feel this rollercoaster rush, this tingling sense that overwhelms him in a good way.

love was really fleeting.

[marzazalea]

MMMMMMMMMMMMMM, never misses NOT ONCE!

𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬

one year has passed since the rising star and influencer (y/n) (l/n) said ‘I do’ to industry veteran and artist galore, Eren Jaeger. Better known by his moniker, EJ the Don. With busy, conflicting schedules, press releases and new business ventures, the couple finds themselves dealing with the woes of married life in the spotlight. As well as more time apart than the pair would have hoped. Amid rumors of indefinitely and talks of early divorce circulating, the couple decide to treat themselves to a second honeymoon, where they reignite not only their love and passion for one another but learn new things about each other as well.

content warning: black fem reader, slight angst, tiny conflict (not much bc I hate seeing my babies fight) lots of fluff, passionate/sensual sex, alcohol use, praise kink, affirmations, eren speaking fluent Italian, eren and being a complete romantic, ice and food play, choking, fingering, nipple play, oral sex (f. receiving), breeding (slight pregnancy mentions), foot play, crying (not dacryphilia) this is a super long fic and it’s equal parts porn and plot, so you might be here a while!

“Till death do us part, right? Well they’d have to kill me to keep me from loving you, mi amor..even then, I’d still find my way back to you in a million lives over.”

📝: said I was going to sleep as soon as I got from work but y’all have rewired and altered my brain chemistry with this headcanon so please enjoy. I hope I have done it justice! Also, minors stay the FUCK off my page.

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the boisterous sounds of blazing jet engines roared through the pillowy clouds and clear skies of the Boeing 747’s spacious cabin. Delicacies scattered about across the table, courtesy of the flight attendants on board; consisting of champagne, hors d'oeuvres and a few desserts…just a few of the many amenities provided on the thirteen hour flight from your hometown of Miami. The destination? Well…that had been left a surprise, thanks to your husband! The only inkling of a clue was a bouquet of white lilies and a card with a red star tucked between them, left on the kitchen counter. All incredibly vague, and seemingly left as some sort of subliminal message by him but your mind was drawing nothing more than a blank. Now here you were jetsetting halfway across the world without the slightest idea where you’d be going. Your only instructions were to pack for a couple week’s stay and prepare for the best vacation of your life. Words that had been stuck within your mind all week as you made arrangements..postponing gigs and photo shoots, backing out of a club appearance on shorter notice than you’d ever hope for but expressing sincere remorse for having to do so. Telling any potential party goers via an Instagram live that something came up but you’d be making it up to them the second you touched back down.

truthfully, as professional as you were..nothing took precedence over your relationship and as things stood between the two of you, it was best to accept this offer of his. (Y/N) (L/N) and Eren Jaeger, a union that shocked the world and damn near collapsed the internet when it was first announced over two years ago. Blogs and fan pages seemingly appearing every five seconds to document the events of your dating journey as they unfolded in the public eye. To the candids of you sitting pretty in the passenger seat of his McLaren as it was spotted on a strip of South Beach, to a rare appearance of him showing up on the award show carpet, clutching your hand to the wedding that shook the world; a beautiful ceremony rivaled by that of fairy tales. That had you front and center on The Shade Room, Hollywood Unlocked and a plethora of other publications, being dubbed as a ‘modern day Cinderella’. As the girl from humble beginnings who used to hang out at the corner stores and was raised in the hood to marrying your musical prodigy sweetheart; helping reform his image of the bad boy loner to beloved husband. But as with anything in the media, after a while, the narratives begin to change. The same people singing your praises were now putting out false headlines, claiming that there was a trouble afoot in your newly formed matrimony. And granted, your trust, love and bond were as strong as ever..they were just being tested beyond their limits right now! Especially since he had been away on tour with his crew overseas not too long ago and you had been jetsetting to various islands for a music video and two big photo shoots with major magazines. Although exciting, it was pulling you away from the one you loved..and you hated it. Hated that people were praying and wishing that you’d break up because they felt you’d been married too soon and would fall pregnant, ruining the ‘hot girl’ imagery they’d concocted or that you were only with him for the clout and his namesake. Which was insane because you guys were certainly the most tame and in love when it came to a lot of new age celebrity couples. Only making money, making love and having fun. It was all baseless accusations he was hoping to put an end to with this impromptu trip. Not for their sake, but yours.

he could see how heavily all of it was weighing on you and needless to say, the mental anguish was putting a strain on the once perfect partnership you two had. Resisting the urge to address it all at his request and it wasn’t exactly easy when your livelihood quite literally depended on keeping your followers in the know of every aspect of your life. Or so they thought!

“You know, you’d feel a lot better if you put that phone down. You don’t owe those assholes anything..not even your time.”

this most recent scandal in particular came as rumors began to circulate that EJ was sleeping with his ex when the two performed an older song they did while together out in Sweden. The dedicated fan girls of the former pair began bashing you and saying awful things of how you had ‘ruined their ship’. That you’d never be her. Sad part was, you were starting to believe it yourself. Which in turn, caused an all out war between your fanbase; defending your honor and his devout followers, who felt you weren’t good enough. Of course, he wasn’t worried at all! He never was. Not when he had all he wanted right here and he wasn’t going to let a bunch of weird, obsessed bitches ruin the best thing that had ever happened to him.

“Yeah..” the dry response leaving your pouty lips as you took another sip of the chilled bubbly in your glass. “I know..” Eyes averted out of the window before you felt yourself being spun around by his gentle hand cupping your chin. Placing a gentle peck on your forehead and a few on your palm. Scooting closer to you on the leather couch, Eren kept a soft grasp on your hand, fixating his gaze on you. “Listen..I get it. Having people talk shit about you when they don’t know the first thing about your life is irritating and it’ll piss you off. Everybody’s got an opinion on something, everyone thinks they have some profound fucking insight into our relationship, into who you are as a person and annoying as it is…who cares? We know it’s not true so why even trip like that? As much as you don’t wanna hear it, it’s something you’ll have to get used to. They’ve been doing this shit to me since my first mixtape came out and it’s not going away anytime soon.” “So I’m just supposed to be fine with people calling me out of my name and making shit up? That’s not fair, Eren. They’re taking this too far and I’m tired. I just wanna say some—“

it wasn’t long before tears began to well in your eyes and he wasn’t going to stand for it, quite frankly. Reaching over into your lap, he’d grab your phone swiftly before you could even react and press the power button, turning the device off. You were everything he could’ve ever prayed for in a wife but damnit, if you weren’t the most stubborn ass woman he had ever met! “Hey! Why’d you?—“ “Because if you sit around addressing every bullshit ass rumor these people make about you, you’d be here all day.” The frustration visible all over his face, as well as the disappointment. “I..I just want you to be happy, (y/n). You’ve barely even smiled since I came back from tour and all of this started. I love you and I don’t know what else to do to prove that. Does all that shit really matter more to you than what I say? Do these people online really mean more to you than me? I get it’s your job and all, and I told you I’m cool with whatever you have to do but..I don’t like what it’s doing to you..what it's doing to us.” You’d never seen or heard him look so sad and instantly, you felt regret for bringing these stupid issues on what was supposed to be a dream getaway. An escape from it all and you were ruining everything! Pulling him close, you’d begin to giggle as you placed a kiss to his cheek, letting a few of your stray tears fall.

“Of course not, baby. God, I’m so sorry..I’ve been really selfish about all of this..I was too busy being upset that I didn’t even realize what I was doing. You know what? You’re right. It doesn’t even matter..let’s just enjoy ourselves and have a good time, okay? No more distractions or work..or any of this shit.” “You promise?” Questioning while wiping away your tears. “I promise..” That seemed to be all that he was looking to hear. The sheer joy creeping across his face the moment he saw you he saw you genuinely smile. The only thing that would make this all the more worth it in his opinion. “That’s more like it…” holding his hand up, signaling for you guys to do your little signature handshake, the same one that had become a staple in his pre-performance ritual and now you were using it to seal your declaration. Intertwining your fingers with your wedding bands in the process. Kissing you right afterwards with tiny pecks..not wanting to let go but at least he had garnered a happier reaction. Mumbling sweet ‘I love you’s’ against one another’s muffled lips. How could you possibly be concerned with anything else when you had this amazing man sitting in front of you?!

“Now…are you going to tell me where we’re headed?” If you hadn’t known any better, you’d sworn that Eren’s little plan was all premeditated; perfect timing as he asked you to glare out of the window, only to be met with the sight of an airplane hangar and a sign with the words ‘Welcome To Venice’ inscribed on it. Italy! A place that you had always spoken about visiting. On your bucket list in fact! “Oh my gosh…EJ..seriously?! What the—“ “Seriously. Happy anniversary, princess.” As it had been one year to the day since the inception of your official union. What was supposed to be the original destination of your honeymoon was now the location of your one year commemoration. The sheer excitement that surged through you was indescribable but little did you know…the best was just around the corner. What lied in store for you this week, was a world full of love, laughter and unexpected surprises!…ones you’d never suspect either..

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after a fairly lengthy flight, the small conflict that arose right before your arrival…and the impromptu ‘make up session’ that nearly left you two disheveled, the vacation was finally underway. You and your beloved would be spending the next week and a half touring all of Italy. With the first destination on the docket being your main stay, Venice. The illustrious City of Love (technically, it’s Verona, but we’ll go with it for this). Infamous for its captivating scenery, several canals and romantic origins. A place where even the most stoic and stone hearted would find themselves swooning. The ideal place for a couple to reconnect and focus solely on one another. Once touching down, the two of you wasted no time exploring the sights, taking everything in and just enjoying this gorgeous city. Instantly, your mood perked up and was only coupled by that when you began visiting the historic landmarks; from Saint Mark’s Basilica to the famed Rialto Bridge, where one of the city’s most frequented canals ran and the famed boat tours took place. “You know what? I think this might be my next tape cover. They can edit me on the Vatican next to the Pope, we can put you in a nun’s outfit with ya’ ass out, doing at least twenty thousand on the first day.” The wild statement followed by a loud roar of thunder in the sky. “God, that was his idea, not mine. Please don’t strike me down.” Visiting local shops, trying a variety of food and snacks and really just enjoying each other’s company. “Cannolis! My granny used to make these things all the time. And the tiramisu..babe, you have to try this.” “Alright, you know I got a bad sweet tooth. I’ll have my suitcase loaded with these, don’t get me started..” You guys were soaking in so much, it felt surreal. Having only been recently of celebrity status, (y/n) wasn’t used to traveling to all these places but you had begun to build a repertoire of destination spots. And Eren truthfully had only been here once, but only for a press release. This was the first time in forever that he was truly living life from behind a booth or microphone. And nothing was better than doing so from beside his beautiful bride. Who he was proud to display! Whipping out his phone and yours to snap a plethora of photos to commemorate the occasion. Your outfit coordinated perfectly with the location and he looked as sexy as ever, even in something so casual. Making you pose and model in true influencer fashion. “Your Instagram is about to love this. You look so damn good.” “You’re so sweet, pumpkin but I think we’re in these people’s way.” But trust, they had no issue when they recognized who was behind the lens and asked for pictures of their own with the both of you. “EJ! EJ!” They’d chant.. “(Y/N)! Oh my gosh..” “siamo grandi fan.” “Grazie!” Telling you guys that they were huge fans and you were extremely humbled. All in all, it was a pretty solid first day!

rounding out the evening with a private dinner near the canal, surrounded by the water and soothing sounds of ambient music, played by the band. Flickering candlelight surrounding your faces, plates of delectable appetizers setting before you and a bottle of wine, along with freshly poured glasses nearby. It may have been the first time in a very long time that the two of you had been on a proper date; no distractions to interfere. Getting the chance to just sit down and soak in one another..only bringing out your phone to capture more aesthetically pleasing photos to later curate your feed and flex a little on those that swore it was trouble in paradise. Including a picture of your right hands; wedding rings on display over a plate that had ‘happy anniversary’ inscribed in chocolate. Showing off those designer threads you sported out to dinner…his all black ensemble, complimenting your own. And of course, the gifts he copped in lieu of celebrating your nuptials. But right now, your only focus was Eren. That handsome face, those tattooed hands extended out over the table to reach for yours as you guys talked and reminisced on past experiences. Especially your very first time out together! Which had the two of you cackling.

“And they ended up having a fire alarm at the restaurant so we had to evacuate. You remember that?”

“I couldn’t forget. You were so pissed..we were starving and everything was so packed, we said fuck it and went to Sonic instead.”

“God, and the dude who came out to take our order made a scene about us being there..I was actually embarrassed for once. I just wanted my damn chili dog in peace. He was cool as hell though.”

thinking back to the simpler times in you guys’ lives and how you longed to just have more nights, riding around Miami Beach, holding hands in the front seat of the Wraith..just vibing without a care in the world. Shutting everyone else out…hence why you were here now. Just falling in love all over again. And from the way you hadn’t stopped laughing since you landed, he could most certainly write off day one of this trip off as a success! However..it was merely getting started as far as he was concerned. Because there was so much more he had to expose you to. Show you the side of him he hadn’t gotten to previously. “You know, I just wanted to say, (y/n)..I’m sorry about earlier. The last thing I ever wanted was to invalidate how you felt or pretend it didn’t matter. I’ve been doing this so long, I’m used to letting things slide off of my back or pretending I don’t give a damn. I’m learning everyday to be a lil’ more considerate, y’know? I thought everyone else would feel the same. I just hated the idea of seeing you worry so much..I adore you more than life itself and I just want you to know..that you’re the only person in this world I want to spend the rest of forever with.” With his hand clutching yours, glaring down at the table, Eren reached over for his glass and grasped the stem..hoisting it in the air for a toast and you’d follow suit. “To my beautiful bride, my wife, the future mother of my kids..my everything..I love you, (y/n).” His sweet words alone nearly sent you into hysterics as no one had ever spoken to you in such a way. Showered you with so much praise; stomach ablaze with butterflies and made your heart flutter with pure joy. EJ was never much for expressing his feelings or being vulnerable but you brought it out. Gave him that place to grow and be a better man. “And I love you, more than I could ever put into words. You are everything I could’ve ever imagined and living proof that God answers prayers. The man that came into my world one day, and is now my entire universe. I am not only proud but honored to be Mrs. Jaeger.” Making his cheeks illuminate red with your kind words. With that quick exchange of makeshift mini vows, the two of you clinked the glasses together and let the liquor glide down your throats. This was truly a breath of fresh air and the best night you’d had in a long time.

it was only when the waiter would return to ensure that all was to your liking that you’d be met with yet another surprise from your beau. The waiter began asking him a question, something about the meal and suddenly, you’d hear him respond: “grazie mille, tutto è perfetto.” The words flowed so casually from between his lips, it caught you by surprise..yet, it was nothing to him. He’d continue on speaking to the man in fluent conversation before he walked away. Turning back towards you like normal. Which brought up a soft chuckle from your end. “What’s the matter, princess? What’re you laughing about?” “Okay, Mr. Bilingual. You never told me you spoke Italian and so perfectly too.”

but like many other talents of his, Eren attempted to downplay the whole thing and wave you off. You’d be even more shocked to find out he was actually trilingual..with a bit of German underneath his belt as well. “It’s nothing, just a little something I picked up from my granny and mom when I was a kid. And I took a few lessons here and there.” But something told you that he was far more versed in the language than he was letting on. So much so, (y/n) shot him a glare and batted those pretty little lashes. “Well I like it. Say something else.” Seeing how swayed you were by the little display, he’d decide to do something special. “Yeah? Good to know.” It was such a romantic language and nothing would be more swoon worthy than a dance underneath the moonlight as he sang into your ear. Waving the waiter back over, he’d whisper something to him in Italian yet again before extending his hand across the table. “May I have this dance, mi amor?” In that moment, your cheeks burned and your body went flush with happiness. Gladly accepting. That much you understood! “Why, yes sir, you may..” Helping you to your feet, he’d circulate until the two of you conjoined as one in a cradle. His arm rests at the small of your back and yours on his shoulder as your opposite hands intertwine. Those beautiful green eyes glaring at you as if you were a precious jewel..one he wanted to protect and cherish. Swaying you back and forth to the rhythm of the music, head pressed to his chest as he held you close. Then something even sweeter happened…

“Wait…I recognize this song—“ and indeed you should have, as it were the song you guys danced to at your wedding. The instrumental created by the orchestra is spot on. But the best part was when you heard the lyrics being recited back to you in such a beautiful voice..and the language of the country! “uno, è come un sogno che si avvera. Due, voglio solo stare con te.”

Eren serenading you with his absolutely amazing voice along with his mother tongue was not something you’d ever expected but you were ascending to cloud nine right now. Tilting your chin up with the tip of his finger, he’d peer down at your pretty face and kiss you once more. “You’re so beautiful, princess. I don’t know how I got so lucky..” but you had the same sentiment! He truly was one of a kind. You’d spend the next twenty minutes or so dancing about under the stars, being entranced by the various renditions of your favorite love songs. “Talk to me again, baby? I love the way you speak to me..” And honestly, lost in one another. Filling your ear with sweet nothings in that second language..telling you how much he loved you and how beautiful you looked. “voglio solo stare qui per sempre con te..” Along with subtle touches to your thigh as he raised the hem of your dress or lowered his hand residing on your back. Suave and smoother than ever. He had put so much thought and care into it; this only being the first twenty four hours of it had you stoked to see what else he could possibly have in store..there was no way this could be topped!..

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or so you had thought when you made it back to the hotel you were staying at for the duration of this excursion. The Gritti Palace, Venice’s most popular resort for tourists and celebrities alike. Its gorgeous architecture and rich background..all a way to draw people in. And you were sold the second you came through the door. But the master suite he had booked? It was reminiscent of something from a fairy tale. You couldn’t believe this was real! An hour or so had passed..and while you were getting checked back in, your husband was making some other arrangements. Such as getting a trail of roses strewn from the entrance to the bathroom, ending in the bedroom across the mattress where it had a rather sweet message inscribed, chocolate covered strawberries sitting near the bedside, a bucket of ice, and a bathtub full of bubbles where the two of you were now. Sipping on glasses of Ace of Spades whilst your feet rested against his chest. His hand gently massaging your instep and rubbing on the soles as he kissed the perimeter of it. Subtly suckling at those white painted toes. Your bodies submerged into the sheath of foamy soap. “So, what you think of your first time in Italy? Meet your expectations?” The question was all but rhetorical. You were blown away by everything he had done so far and looking forward to what was coming. “Exceed is more like it. I can’t believe you planned all of this, just for us…” Eren would merely chuckle as he watched you with deep seeded, lustful eyes from afar..you still nursing your drink and him massaging your legs. “I told you, I’d do anything to make my baby smile..anything.” Saying so with much conviction and a rather suave voice. The look on his face, that of one signaling for something a little more. And trust, it didn’t take long for you to pick up the hint. Seeing as how he had wooed you and worked so hard to make this dream destination possible..you couldn’t help but to want to return the favor.. “..you’re too good to me.” And it was apparent exactly what he was in the mood for at the moment. Raising a hand from beneath the water, Eren took his index and middle fingers; both wrapped with silver bands and tattoos and waved you over. To which you’d maneuver and crawl over onto his lap. “Oh, I’m just getting started..” Swaddling you in his muscular arms as he brought you down for a kiss. Your tongues slowly intertwine in sloppy pecks. (Y/N) eventually brought your hands to the back of his neck and began to straddle his lap in the process. “Mmm..is that right?” “..come find out.” Faint moans filled the air of the bathroom and eventually, what started out as a simple bubble bath had evolved into a full blown make out session. The water underneath your bodies sloshing around as a result of the not so subtle movements you were making..his hands scouring the perimeter of your ass; only to leave it with a sharp smack afterwards. “Ooh!..damn..” And you rubbing yourself against his obvious erect..the friction driving you both insane. So much so, he had to make the next move. “I want you so bad..”

admitting through baited breath as he lifted you from the tub and the two of you made a beeline for the bed. Your sud soaked bodies entangled on the fluffy mattress. It was almost instinct for your legs to spread in his presence..honestly, you had never felt the attraction and lust for any man that you had for your husband. But that’s what happened when he made you feel so safe..secure and loved. Not to mention..so sexy. Eren’s palms trailed further south and circled slowly all over that frame while he made home between your thighs. “God..you’re so perfect…reminds me of our wedding night. I’ll never forget the look in your eyes when I took off that veil..” confessing as he hovered over you, rubbing your cheek with a gentle brush. Those gorgeous brown eyes agleam with pure adoration for him. “Look up at me, baby?..” And he was equally as excited. His lips split into a wide grin..laughing with that thumb brushing over your lip before parting them and sliding inside. “..yeah, that’s the one. So damned beautiful..I just wanted to stay inside of you forever.” Truthfully, Eren could go on for hours about that night. Despite all of the hookups and hot sex you two had, all of them paled in comparison to the night that you consummate your marriage. To the night that you officially became his forever person. When you told him it was his, he knew it was real this time and that there was no chance of ever losing it. By the time you finished, you were both a wreck. Holding hands and exchanging tears of joy and wedded bliss. He wanted to not only relive that wonderful sensation but to create something far more special. With your palms cradling the back of his head, (y/n) stared lovingly; your fingers tangled in his chocolate colored locks before lowering it to the point that you were mere inches apart. You’d utter to him in a faint whimper: “..take me, Eren..it’s yours, baby. Make love to me the way you did that night.” And that was all of the motivation he needed. Splaying you across the silk sheets, taking a moment just to examine the beauty that was before him. A goddess-like figure, gorgeous brown skin rivaling that of Godiva..you were the living proof that angels existed. Diving deeper between your thighs, he’d bend further, pressing a bit of his weight down as your tongues meshed yet again. Feeding each other sloppy, slow kisses..ones that had each of your bodies ablaze with pleasure. Moaning one another’s names and brushing each other’s skin. When he finally withdrew back, he’d tug your bottom lip with his teeth gently before leaning up and reaching over to the bucket on the bedside. Filled to the brim with cubes of ice, Eren would casually place it between his fingertips whilst hovering over you. His mind was racing a million miles a minute. Normally, he’d already be buried seven inches deep inside of you with your nails scraping his shoulder blades but tonight..tonight was special. You required a lot more subtlety and care. To be romanced..teased and brought right to the edge until you could no longer take anymore and then, he’d take your body to heights never before felt! But first, he had some ideas and that much was told by the devious smirk on his face.

“You wanna know what one of the most beautiful parts are about being married? Is learning all about the other person..finding out something new everyday..” while he was speaking, that frozen little square made its way from your trembling lips, down your neck and to your breasts, where he circled them stagnantly against your nipples, which made you whimper and suck your teeth. He could see the little brown buds growing harder almost instantaneously.. “..what you like, what you don’t and my favorite part?..” and when he lowered his head to flick his tongue across them, he’d trail his hand south “..What turns you on.” simultaneously and let his fingers explore those folds. Soaking wet with arousal, all for him. Mainly due in part to his switch in vernacular earlier in the day. He could easily see how you were lovingly...and lustfully glaring at him when he began to fill your head and ears with Italian. How buttery smooth the words flowed from his tongue with no pause. How charming he was with it..you had never seen him so suave before. Make no mistake, he could get you out of your panties off of the simplest things but this hit so differently. “So..I’ll take as long as I need to. Stay here all night..touching, kissing and rubbing alllll over this pretty body..” and it was then that you felt that free hand move to your throat whilst that ice sat dormant in the center of your abdomen and he’d pull you close, whispering: “finché non impazzisci per tutto questo cazzo..”

naturally, you’d have no way of knowing what he just said to you but the way he lightly chuckled and placed a kiss to your jawline, you knew he was about to be a problem and that it had to be some freaky shit. So with that very hot declaration, he’d resume cooling you down with that clear cube; lapping up the remnants in all the places he had previously placed it. Taking extra time to fixate on those tender nipples. His warm breath on the chilled area as he gently suckled..even taking them between his teeth for a moment. Meanwhile, that ice landed on your mound and with a single pop to your skin, he’d part those legs even wider so he had room to run it down your thighs. Slowly guiding that frozen chunk all over your legs. A string of your moans growing louder and he’d be quick to quell them with a few pecks. But he wasn’t much in the way of wanting to quiet you down. He wanted to hear those sweet cries..to know that he was doing a good job. He could see that swollen clit protruding out for him and as badly as he wanted to spit on it and suck the little bud, he wanted to also make you climax before he even so much as put the tip in. Which he’d plan to make happen by finally moving the ice to your sensitive hood..circling it and whilst you were preoccupied, he’d slide a couple fingers into that tightness that was previously spasming on air. “Oh my gosh, ‘ren..baby..” your voice, shaky from the feeling of the cold brushing your skin. “I know, baby..but look. Look how wet you are for me already..that’s my girl.” Still lapping on your nipples and rubbing you with that ice. All his limbs worked in tandem to bring you unbelievable pleasure and all you had to do was keep laying your pretty ass right there, moaning. That grip around his digits only grew tighter when he commended you for how well you were taking him. It became apparent to him early on how much being praised made your heart and pussy flutter for him. You’d eventually find yourself fucking those fingers as that ice melted into your dripping warmth..coagulating with the rest of your wetness. Eren would then reach over for a secondary piece which he placed on your titties yet again. By this time, you were a salivating, stimulated mess..eyes faltering back in the process as his middle and ring fingers remained sunken into that needy heat. “I’m gonna come..fuck yessss. Right there..” He was thoroughly enjoying watching you come undone at his hands. He knew he had you exactly where he wanted and it didn’t help when you’d hear him pose yet another question that had you twitching and craving more. The aggression and passion in his voice oozed pure sex appeal. “Sì? verrai per me, mami? vuoi fare un pasticcio su queste lenzuola? sulle mie fottute dita?” Knowing you had not the first clue what he was asking but it was getting you hot and bothered..so much so, you were about to drench his entire forearm. Uttering all of this as he kept a tight grip around your throat and the other fingers plunged inside of you. Your mouth agape and jaw slack while exchanging wet kisses. Even swapping spit as he glared into your eyes. “Just nod your head, baby…say yes. You’ll do anything I ask, won’t you? You don’t even need to think about it, isn’t that, right?” “Yes, daddy! Whatever you want..”

crying out as you clawed into his arm and shook within his grasp. (Y/N) began to gasp, breathing heavily and he’d pump a bit faster. From there, you could barely contain yourself. Drool trickling down your chin, tears streaming down your face and your feet dangling in the air as you found yourself clawing into the backs of your own legs; folded up on instinct. “Then come, baby..let it out..” Withdrawing his hand at the same time. When he did so, he found himself met with a shower of sweet liquids..spurting out until he unplugged your tightness entirely and allowed you to flood his hand and eventually, his face. “Ooh..! ‘Rennnn..okaaaay!” Before you knew it, he had your legs locked into a hold and his face buried in that pretty pussy. Sucking on your clit, nose scouring your cunt and the sounds of his moans humming against your sex. But not before he so casually stuck one of those strawberries between your teeth as a way to pacify you.

“Mmmm..it feels good, don’t it, baby?” Questioning while spitting down into your entrance. He was always so nasty when it came to eating your pussy; digging that same saliva out with the tip of his tongue. His long hair tangled between those long nails. That fruit puckered between your lips before he’d lean up and get a taste of both you and it. “So good…God, I love the way you eat this pussy.” Chuckling in disbelief of how amazing it all felt. Which in turn boosted his ego tenfold. He loved when you talked to him and more so sang his praises. “Right there, baby..put that tongue in it..ooh fuck. I’mma come again..” meanwhile, Eren had reached underneath his body and began stroking his cock to the sounds of your voice. It always got him so hard…and soon, he wouldn’t be able to withstand another second of not being inside of you. “I’m cool with that.” Leaning up in a swift like motion, only to flip you over onto your side and mount himself behind you. Taking one leg into the air and his shaft in the other palm to rub it momentarily. That thick length slapping against your slit..drumming up that gorgeous slick. “As long as you do it on this dick. You can make a mess all you want.” Gritting his teeth against your jawline before pushing himself inside with a gentle grip to the back of your neck, keeping you reigned in and entirely focused on him. “Right there..” sucking his teeth as he made home inside of that clamping flesh. And it felt as if it were the very first time all over again! “Fuck…così stretto..baby. la figa è così buona..” causing you to giggle at the sensuality in his accent. Coiling his arms around your torso and holding you close, Eren would begin to thrust into you..feeding you deep strokes almost instantly. As if he had been dying all day to be one with you. And now that he was, he didn’t want to let go..didn’t want to leave you ever again. Gripping his forearm, (y/n) gently grazed those fingertips into his skin; marking it up. Eventually, that gently paced pounding turned to you being fucked relentlessly. His arm coiling you in a makeshift headlock, his lips pressed to your ear and his balls slapping up against your ass. Already, he had caused you to start creaming all over him, which always drove him mad. Made him want to fill you with some of his own…

“Ahh! Eren…baby..” he then realized just how hard he was going and had to dial it back a couple notches. As to not hurt you or blow his load too early. He wanted to savor this moment…savor the sensation of being immersed in your warmth. “Sorry, sorry, baby..I got a lil’ carried away. But I just can’t help it.” Clutching your jaw between his fingertips and lightly squeezing, trying to keep you coherent. Even so, he was buried to the hilt..trying to hit the inner corner of your cervix. So much so, a slight bulge began to form at the pit of your stomach. But as he continued, you’d feel him reach down to massage your aching little bud. “You feel so good…look so pretty when I’m fucking on you..” mumbling on and whimpering as he began to throb and lose his pace. It wouldn’t be long before he filled you up but not until he finished bragging about his beloved. Telling you how wet it was, how you made him never want to pull out and how he wanted to give you his child. Just losing his mind in it..even breaking into a bit of tears as he neared his climax.

“Voglio entrare così in profondità in quella figa, sarai così carina con il mio dado che gocciola fuori da te..”

it wasn’t long before he was helping you rub your own out and you found yourself coming undone, releasing all over his pelvis and your own thighs. As well as the sheets and did you make a mess for him! One that had you quivering and apologizing. And Eren could do nothing more than hold you close and let you ride it out. “It’s okay, mama. Don’t be sorry…I got you…” quelling you with soft kisses. But it wasn’t long after he was the one in need of calming down. Because with you spasming; contracting around his length, he couldn’t slow down afterwards and next thing you knew..

“I’m coming, baby! I’m nutting in that pussy..hold still f’r me..”

“Oh God!…yes..”

clutching you in his arms and shoving his tongue into your mouth as he came inside, pumping your womb with that warm cream; with at least two loads worth and he didn’t let up until it was leaking out and the two of you glared at it together. With faint streams of tears spilling down both of your faces, he’d clasp his fingers with yours and join together. In that moment, nothing else mattered…you were his diamond, his star and the brightest light in his life and nothing would ever dim that for him. With sharp gasps, attempting to regain your breaths, he’d swipe the side of your face and hold you once more. you couldn’t believe how blessed you were to have such a wonderful man. One who was night and day..as tough and stonewalled as he could be..he was even more gentle and caring. Letting that guard down day by day to prove that you were the reason behind his transformation and he was forever grateful to have you in his corner. They could talk on the internet all they pleased, ran with whatever narrative they needed to but the only that existed..in his eyes? Was his princess..his reina

“Till death do us part, right? Well they’d have to kill me to keep me from loving you, mi amor..even then, I’d still find my way back to you in a million lives over.”

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pairings: peircer eren x black reader

warnings: smut 18+, kinda pervy eren

Good girl

“Hello?” Your soft voice rang over the chimes as you entered the tattoo parlor.

The shop was quiet, seemingly empty besides the softening chimes of the door and surprised cursing down the long hall.

“Shit- yeah. Just give me a minute. My apologies” The culprit of the cursing called.

In the meantime, you took a look around the lobby. The reviews didn't do the place justice. The largest wall contained a bright colorful mural, contrasting beautifully with the dark floors and connected black walls.

While admiring the piece of artwork, heavy thudding from the long hallway turned your attention to the most gorgeous man you had ever seen.

You never believed in love at first sight, up until now. You hadn't even known the man's name yet, but you craved him. The reviews warned you the entire staff was attractive but they clearly left out that this man was a god.

His long hair was pulled into a low bun, strands falling in his face, the color contrasting against his pale skin. He was tall, with a full sleeve on one of his muscular arms, and his green eyes had you drowning immediately. He couldn't be Onyankopon, they said he was a brother. Maybe Connie or, Levi-

“Hi, I'm Eren” He introduced himself after swallowing the large knot in his throat.

While in your own trance, you failed to notice how he froze the moment he saw you. The bright light you stood under showcased the sparkles of your pretty brown skin.

Your legs were on display as a result of the simmering heat outside, thick thighs causing them to roll up slightly. The fitted t-shirt you wore allowed the hardened buds of your nipples to peek through, despite the hot weather.

Eren never considered himself a pervert but the way his mind instantly thought about sucking on them till you begged him to fuck you had him thinking otherwise.

“Hi, I'm [☆]. Is this a bad time?” Oh, he could have come on the spot, your voice sounded even better without the numerous walls separating you and god your perfume had him wanting to devour you on the reception desk.

“No, no I just don't know how much I can do for you, the AC is out in all the rooms but mine and I don't even know how long that's gonna last so if you're looking for an hour long tat session you'll have to come back” He crossed his arms, muscles contracting against the white tee.

“Oh no, I'm just hoping to get a few piercings but I can definitely come back another time”

“No, I can do a couple of piercings. What were you thinking?” He grabbed the paperwork from under the counter, praying one of them would be your chest.

“Uh well, I want the other side of my nose, belly button, venus dimples, and my nipples but I understand if you can't do all of that or the last one I'll just come back”

“No, no I can do it,” He said too quickly, clearing his throat awkwardly before handing you the paperwork.

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“Good girl. You're doing such a good job for me, pretty. Just hold on for one second, lovey”

He was currently doing your last dimple piercing. The pain was unimaginable at first but as soon as the praises left his mouth all was forgotten besides the growing stickiness that rested between your thighs.

He praised you after every piercing a variation of “Good girl” “You're doing such a good job for me” “That's it, baby. You did so good” flowed from his pink lips. You could never decide which throbbing to focus on, the one from your new piercing or the throbbing of your clit.

With three new holes in your body and damp panties, it was now time for the piercing both of you were dreading yet excited for.

“Do I just take my shirt off here?”

“Wherever you're comfortable, baby. You can go in the bathroom or stay in here and I'll give you some privacy” He felt like a teenage boy again. His dick twitching at the thought of seeing you exposed.

“No, it's okay you can stay in here I don't mind”

“Oh. Okay,” He perked up. Giving you some privacy he turned his back, pretending to be busy when in reality he was trying to think of anything but you getting undressed behind him. Despite his concentration, all he could focus on was the sound of your necklaces and bracelets clanking at the movements you made.

He knew your nipples were still hard, especially since he took advantage of the working AC and he wondered what your moans would sound like if he flicked his tounge repeatedly over the bud, or if he pinched them in front of the mirror while you begged him to fuck you as you pressed your ass against his hard-

“I'm ready” Your soft voice broke him from his thoughts.

If his self control was any less he'd have gotten on his knees to worship you. There you were. Looking everywhere but him, tits exposed. If it weren’t for the fact other men besides him would see, he'd tattoo this image of you on his bare forearm.

“Are you ready?” He suppressed a groan.

“Mhm”

“Okay stand up for me” He led you to the mirror where he prepped each bud. During the process, you felt as if you could crawl into yourself. The most beautiful man you'd ever laid eyes on had his hands on your breast. Despite the occasion being nonsexual, you were convinced your arousal would start running down your thigh at any second.

“Is this okay?” He stood behind you.

You gave a simple hum of approval, thoughts gone as he explained how the process would go. You convinced yourself you could handle it, that it would all be over soon.

That was until he rolled the bud in between his fingers, the whimper you'd been holding escaping you.

‘fuck’ ‘fuck’

“Shit, I'm so sorry I- I didn't mean to do that, please understand I had no malicious intentions I just” He stumbled over his words.

He was just explaining the step by step process of the piercing. He wasn't thinking, just craving. He wouldn't have realized his actions if it weren't for the sound you let out. The sound he knew he'd replay in his head the moment you left the shop, stroking his cock as he imagined it were you down on your knees in front of him.

“It's okay” You reassured him. Your big eyes staring up into his through the mirror.

“I didn't…I don't mind”

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Before you knew it you were bouncing on his cock. His moans muffled as his mouth engulfed your breast. Tongue slightly grazing your nipple with the flickers of his tongue before sucking harshly.

He was stretching you out so good, leaky red tip repeatedly hitting your cervix as his frenum piercing brushed against your walls. The added pleasure contributing to the pace of your bounces as you chased your high.

“E-eren please” You whined, attempting to push his head away from the assault on your breast. His hair was everywhere, the ponytail holder long gone the moment your hands entangled in his hair. Your buds were so sensitive, every suck and swipe of his tongue had you squeezing around him, every clench releasing your cream that pooled at the base of his cock.

“Fuck” He groaned, reluctantly giving your boobs a break. His hands gripped the soft flesh of your ass, groping the brown skin before placing a hard slap on your cheek.

“Talk to me, pretty. You like this? Like bouncing on daddy's cock hmm?” His arms wrapped around you tightly as he fucked up into you.

“Oh my- fuck” You gave him control. Your head resting on his shoulder as you let out pornographic moans into his ear.

“Answer me, mama” Another slap landed on your ass.

Before you had time to register the mix of pain and pleasure on your flesh, the gentle pressure of his finger rubbing circles on your puckering hole had you seeing stars.

“Fuck y-yes. I love it so much, daddy. Please don't stop” You whined. Tears of pleasure wetting the crook of his neck.

By no means was Eren a fast finisher but boy was he trying his best to hold on, you're pussy was just squeezing him so tight, the added tension on his scalp as you tugged on it every time he hit the spongy spot along your walls had his nails digging crescents into your skin.

“I'm so close, daddy, please”

“Let go mama” He pressed hot kisses along your neck and shoulder.

In that moment you came, your pussy tightening around the large girth of his cock. Clear liquid squirting from you in streams as he continued his thrust. Your arousal splashing and dripping onto the chair.

With sweat dripping down his forehead, and stray hairs sticking to him, his thrust became sloppy and his breathing became heavier.

“S-shit” He whimpered, head thrown back as he came harder than ever. Repeatedly pushing his load back into your pussy.

“Lemme take you on a date. Please” He panted once you both came down, his hands roaming your body as he looked down at you, green irises peeking out behind his blown pupils.

“Okay, yea- oh” A broken moan escaped you as he moved your hips up and down his length once again.

“Eren” You whined

“Don't tell me you're wiped out after one round, pretty girl. I know you have more in you, mama. Be a good girl for daddy”

for my eren girlies. this is probably the fastest I've ever wrote bc i just needed peircer eren. oh also how do yall feel about pegging bc i feel peircer eren can be a bit subby sometimes ttm. mwah <3

pt.2 wit the pegging ໒꒰ྀི˶˃ᆺ˂˶꒱ྀི১

[nieceeee]

“You need to take your ass to bed.” He says after waking you up from the couch for the fourth time. You roll you eyes before pulling the fluffy blanket back under your chin. “Make me.” You mumble, turning back towards the cushions, burrowing your body deeper into your favorite position. Your breath catches in your throat as you’re lifted and tossed over his shoulder, a heavy hand coming and smacking against your ass. The sting sends a shiver down your spine as your man carried you back towards your bedroom.

“Smart fucking mouth.” He mumbles under his breath. “Let’s see how long I can make you before you tap out.”

This gives me Ony or baby daddy Eren vibes. Maybe Connie👀 big daddy Levi, Gojo, Geto, Hawks or whoever your fave is

[girlreblogger]

and then there were 3 💿

don’t get mad. i’m saying what needs to be said and this the last time.

the blk yn “stereotypical” stories are self indulgent and the relationships are unfulfilling and unhealthy. yeah. 

i never mentioned fully the stereotype thing that’s associated with blk yn fics and that’s because i have never really understood what ppl meant by it. and this isn’t to be funny towards the ppl that say that abt those certain fics.

i somewhat? get what ppl mean by yn is written as a stereotype when it comes to the toxicity in fics but because these stories are written by blk women for blk women who feel comfortable with those types of behaviors, dynamics and relationships i feel it shouldn’t be seen as blk women writing themselves as stereotypes because the comfortability with that idea of relationships comes from somewhere and it’s not no stereotype. 

stereotype: 1. a widely held but fixed and oversimplified image or idea of a particular type of person

that word itself just projects an idea on those ppl and (not to use a buzz word but) dehumanizes them. it dilutes and dismisses the perception and character those women see themselves as and i don’t personally think that okay. 

lots of ppl are accustomed to or find comfort in certain dynamics and behaviors for so many different and very personal reasons. (whether extreme or not.) without even knowing sometimes we all do or have because we are still ppl at the end of the day. so chalking up someone’s humanness to a stereotype is unfair to me. it’s the same shit that ppl did to us back in the day and still do till this day and i find it unnecessary to do amongst ourselves.

that’s why i chose to say the relationships in those books and fics are unfulfilling. the dynamics, behaviors and all that ain’t healthy. if we being real. and that’s more than just a stereotype. i also dk what ppl mean by her being a stereotype in particular. maybe being extroverted? ion know. 

but ppl who want to write those things are going to do what they want but that doesn’t mean..

blk women don’t deserve or that it’s impossible for us to have more exposure to more fluffy and healthy dynamics in books with us as the main leads (also all blk ppl cause not just women read books obvi and want fluffy romance that’s another convo tho). it’s also important we showcase blk girls in various ways because we all are very different.

**we should keep in mind a fictional! character we call blk yn can be a ya (young adult) so mistakes and learning experiences in fics aren’t always useless. (though it seems we’ve had enough of it im just saying)

with different ways of thinking, with different styles, quirks, and personalities. right now it’s mostly coquettes, bimbos, and baddies being written almost similarly each time. and that’s perfectly fine but i think there’s something else that ppl are wanting to see but i would like to know what exactly.

do you guys want see her in different styles? talking differently? as an ambivert or a shy girl? someone who doesn’t talk much or someone who does? like what would be the opposite of the “stereotypes” you normally see?

and how can we as a community make some kind of change to see ourselves differently.

those few ppl when i said “as a community”

don’t get quiet now. 

but honestly, because of that maybe give writers prompts and requests with what you’d like to read. there are many writers who always have requests open and lots of times those asks are some of their most popular posts!

ppl started only reading or getting used to smutty and plug books cause that’s all there was, (there was an influx at the time) especially since 2020. that’s also when the blk fic community began to grow so there were more blk fics and writers than it used to be. so maybe we can try and do that with fluffy, fantasy and wtv other fics. 

**also there are some really good books on kindle for you guys to try with blk girls as the lead that might be interesting for you. here’s some of my suggestions: sunny disposition! and excuse me while i ugly cry! (these are just from the top of my head)

i personally have noticed so much about myself from reading more wholesome stories and stuff so reading other fics or books sometimes isn’t for me. it’s books i’ve read that i look back at and see how much i have grown from what i used to be into. that’s why i don’t reblog as much anymore too because i want to find more that is more personally up my alley.

so yeah let’s just try and find and create more books that are healthier. blk girls deserve love, kindness, to be treated gently not weak (or a like a child) and have sweet stories. stories and portrayals that heal us.

we can have suspense, drama, mystery, ups and downs, and even rain but i think a lot of us just want the sunshiney stuff. maybe that way we can digest the suspenseful and dramatic stories (that aren’t toxic) in a better way.

like i said in my last post we read and write for comfort so i think we can use this as a way to heal ourselves as well.

ps. (even some “healthy stuff” can be unhealthy lowkey but that’s another convo) 

muah

also thanks for all the likes on my previous posts! i was nervous ppl wouldn’t understand what i was trying to say but the good feedback has definitely given me confidence!

no bars

[digitalreblogs]

CHILL WHY THIS GOT ME AND MY PUSSY NIGGA BLUSHING

There are so many parts I loved in this oneshot here's my favs

1.

"raising his head back up, he presses a soft kiss at the corner of your lips, and with a deep chuckle, “y’know damn well i can’t say no to you.”*" YEAH U BETTER NOT SAY NO TO ME 🙄🙄🤞🏾 he's so bf I can't.

2.

“*y’got pussy to die for,” he practically mumbles to himself, brows cinched as his lips fall into familiar mantras— praising and worshipping you, talks about how well you take him and how perfect you are for him, love bits and nibbles at every inch of your skin." I love the dialogue in this part, Eren praising & worshipping the reader be blessing my eyes, that's what I like to see whew! Also you did a good job at describing his facial expressions here. 🥹 How did the love bite part manage to make it somewhat wholesome?!? The word choices here in general is so?! Kazuha I'm assuming you're a studious individual, HARVARD IS CALLING 🗣️🗣️🗣️‼️‼️‼️🔥🔥🔥💯💯💯 BUT "Y'got pussy to die for,"?? I had to get a towel my pussy started drooling /J

3.

"*“fuuuckkk,” he moans, and you feel it vibrate from his chest that’s pressed against your own. he was never the best at handling any shot you threw at him, but he swears he could feel his soul getting snatched by your hungry folds." I'll never be able to get over pussy drunk Eren, him not being able to handle pussy I will not hesitate to jump through my screen and bite this man... I don't trust mfs that don't like whimpery bitch Eren I SWEAR. Again the imagery?! "He could feel his soul getting snatched by your hungry folds." THIS WAS MY FAVORITE PART GOOD GOD, my pussy started howling, this paragraph was just another job well done.

OVERALL This is five stars ☆☆☆☆☆ the imagery, word choice, + dialogue was amazing asf angels started singing to me while reading this.

𝐏𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐘.

ೃ⁀➷summary. eren’s pussy whipped. that’s it.

ೃ⁀➷tags. 18+ content, reader is fem black coded (says nigga once), non established relationship, unprotected sex, fluffy sex.

ೃ⁀➷zuha’s note. had to write for the og loml,, eren is the standard i fear .

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[cindol]

Let's bring back Eren and his rapper! gf, what would he do if she refuses to take care of herself for days because of excessive hate comments 💆🏾‍♀️

You’re actually sick and going to hell for requesting this but I’ll answer anyways!

rapper gf!reader x eren yeager

tw— mention of depression, small tint of angst, black fem reader, eren is very soft here

When she refused to take care of herself he saw the effect it was having on her. When she was in a pink sweatsuit with dark circles under her tired eyes as she wrote down lyrics humming in their bedroom with a small trash bin filled with crumbled up balls of loose leaf paper and broken pencils in half, she was on her eighth pencil now. He could tell those hate comments were getting to her and even some fans getting on her online for not being as interactive the past few days.

Being the boyfriend he is he furrowed his brows getting on the bed with you. He wasn’t gonna watch his girlfriend over work herself on trolls and obsessive fans. He grabbed her pencil and notepad out her hand getting her attention.”ren I gotta write these lyrics. Cmon, gimme my stuff back.” He shook his head.”nope, can’t have this shit making you go crazy and in a depression.” He put the note pad and pencil on a nearby desk next their bed.”everyone needs a break, even a famous rapper baby. Now sit there and stay, gonna make you some soup and draw you a shower.”

She complained a bit but stayed there with a sigh. In some few minutes eren came back, she could hear the sound of shower water running nearby and the small smell of soup in the air. Eren smiled at her sitting there while he went in their closet and picked out two white robes and a black comfortable sweatsuit for her to slip into while he picked out just a white wife beater and grey sweat pants for himself. He then gave her a soft smile bringing his hand out to her.”now cmon baby, got a very nice hot shower just how you like it i gotta get.” She did a small smile even with her chapped up lips and took his hand in hers lifting herself off the bed to walk with him to the bathroom.

He helped her undress of course and even put on her clear shower cap on her hair then undressed himself and got in after her. The whole shower he just focused on showering her himself making her pout and glare at him with her tired eyes.” ‘m a grown woman y’know ren, don’t need to be bathed like a baby.” He just huffed and gave her a playful soapy slap on the back making her gasp.”hush girl, now let me take care of my woman before she breaks.” She just sighed but stood there letting him soap his body up.

“Y/n?”

“Hm?”

“Never feel pressed to overwork yourself for those internet trolls baby, genius takes time.”

[arminsfavoritepookie]

HOW AOT CHARACTERS KISS YOU

Featuring; Eren, Mikasa, Armin

(- Fluff & Angst )

Armin's lips meet yours and gentle caress always engulfs your senses. You can't help but get lost in the tangles of his golden strands as they tickle your fingers. You move closer, your other hand softly cupping the soft rosey flesh of his cheek. A soft whimper escapes his lips, but he is desperately trying to hold himself together. This kiss belongs to you, and Armin understands that. You take from him whatever you want.

Armin's trembling hands rest on his lap, barely able to control the fiery desire raging inside him. The mere thought of losing you, the one person he loves so dearly, terrifies him to the core. It's why he's so desperate, so eager, when your thighs brush against his, as if begging for him to give himself entirely. You watch in awe as your delicate fingers move with calculated precision, unbuttoning each button of his shirt slowly.

Every soft noise escaping his mouth causes a stir of excitement within you, knowing how much he's aching for you. Armin loves you so intensely, with every part of his being, that the way he kisses you is nothing less than pure devotion. His lips are gentle, yet they convey a ferocity of emotion that takes your breath away. They dance against yours, gliding across the soft, smooth skin of your lips. Every detail is magnified: the way his mouth tastes, the subtle way his tongue plays against yours, the way his lips form a perfect seal against yours. The feel of his skin, the rise and fall of his chest, and the beating of his heart are all encompassing, fueling your passion with every passing second.

Amidst all the losses he's endured, from losing his friends and comrades to losing his innocence, the last thing he can bear is losing you.

"Never let me go," Armin whispered softly, his eyes searching yours for some reassurance that you were both thinking the same thing. "Never," you replied, pressing your lips firmly against his once again.

Eren's intense love for you is almost suffocating at times. He's never quite comfortable unless he's right beside you, touching you in some way, and if he can't be, he's on edge, fidgeting and muttering under his breath. He'll glance your way with a flushed face and a quickening heart rate, desperate for your attention and affection. The tips of his ears always burn bright red when you catch him staring at you, which only happens about every other minute.

And when he finally gives in to his hunger and kisses you, it's not elegant or polished. It's needy, it's messy, and it's full of fervor. Eren will seize your lips as if he can't get enough, biting, nibbling, and sucking as if his very existence depended on it. The only thing he wants in that moment is you, all of you. Eren's devotion to you is a flame that burns bright and unrelenting.

As he clutches you to his chest, he lets out soft whimpers and moans, completely lost in the ecstasy of the moment. You feel his forehead pressing against yours, his tears slipping through closed eyelids, as if he's mourning the fact that this can't last forever. "I'm sorry," he whispers, barely able to choke out the words through his emotions. You can hear the pain in his voice, and it breaks your heart. "For what?" you ask softly, searching his eyes for an answer.

But he can't bring himself to say it, not with the way you're looking at him with those eyes. So he shakes his head instead, a silent admission that he'll always love you, even if one day he’s not there anymore to say it.

Mikasa's longing for your kisses is intense, a desperate need that surpasses that of food and water. It's as though the very essence of her being yearns for the taste of your lips and the warmth of your embrace. Without your affection, she feels like a shell of herself - hungry, thirsty, and lost. She's a warrior on the battlefield, fierce and unstoppable. But when it comes to matters of the heart, Mikasa is bashful and unsure.

Her cheeks flush with embarrassment when she’s pushing her tongue into your mouth, of feeling your hands roam over her uniform. And yet, the desire she feels for you outweighs her shyness.

Mikasa frequently ponders if you are aware of just how much she adores you—how your presence holds an immeasurable significance in her life, yet her thoughts are consistently interrupted by the sensation of her fingers delicately gliding across the tender skin of your neck.

She whispers your name, barely audible over the cacophony of your whimpers. Her plea is soft but urgent. Your arms wrap around her, holding her close as your tongues dance together. The taste of her mouth is sweet, addictive, and you can't get enough of her. She's yours, body and soul, and you know in that moment that nothing will ever tear you apart "Please," she begs, "Kiss me again and make everything okay."

[f4irycafe]

thinking about sugar daddy toji who loves to go for the sweet and innocent girls. while his other ceo buddies (gojo, geto, sukuna) prefer to go for the high maintenance, hair laid, expensive ass women, toji prefers the cutie pies. he wants a tiny, pretty little baby on his arm. don’t be fooled though, while he might admire the innocent outward appearance, he likes his girls to have bite to them. he finds women he can walk all over and treat any type of way boring, and why would he spend his hard earned money on something that doesn’t entertain him. but most of all, he loves it when he gets to watch his little girls reduced to a mile of mush and cum underneath him every night as he fucks you like he wants to break you, sometimes you think he truly might. your hands are white knuckling the sheets as he rudely pounds into you from behind, his eyes locked on the way his massive cock stretches out your tiny, wheeling hole. “daddy. daddy. daddy” you chant as he his cock reaches places you didn’t even think where possible. and when he’s all finished, he loves his pretty baby curling onto his big chest as he lazily plays with your messy cunt, giving you sweet kisses as he promises to pay you 2k for each orgasm you gave him that night.

should i continue this hc w a lil fic 👀 lemme know

[gloxk]

hate fuckin w aot plz🙏🏿 like uh what position would they fuck you in when they mad?

Fuck me like you mad at me baby.

(Eren Y. Connie S. Armin A.)

A/N: BEAT THAT COOCHIE UP LIKE YOU MAD AT A BITCH! Sorry it took so long to get your request. But let’s just all agree Eren, Connie, Armin are the big three. I’m not arguing with anyone. It’s true. NOT PROOF READ! 17+

Synopsis: Aot men fucking you after an argument!

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༺Connie༻

—————ON DA WALL.

Connie isn’t going to show you he’s mad, but baby you gonna feel it.

And oh boy you done did it today. After he seen you flirt with a guy…jeez. You really got him walking around in circles trying to not scream at the top of his lungs.

You not going to know he’s mad for a while, after an argument and you THINK everything cooled down it hasn’t. He’s still pissed.

Props to him for controlling his anger (Eren could never.) But when you start sweet talking him again that’s when it comes out.

When you get to rubbing on his chest and start saying “I’m so sorry baby, lemme make it up to you. Please.” with that little whine in your voice…oh best believe he gonna make you sorry for real.

He gives you a small grin and says “Oh for real? You wanna make it up to me?” You should have never even offered because now look at you. Against the kitchen wall crying out how sorry you are.

“You sorry ma? How sorry?” The harshness of his voice craving down on you. You couldn’t even spit out a comprehendible sentence just “Yes mmm so sorry!”

He was satisfied with your sorry, after the second round. I mean after all you did offer…

༺Eren༻

—————FROM DA FRONT.

Now, Eren he’s rough rough when he’s mad. Like oh lord..pray he don’t get his hands on you.

Please run while you can, because after he got you alone you can’t run.

This was especially the case after he found out you followed a guy from your work place, the same guy who continuously flirted with you.

Don’t ask him how he knows, he just does.

“I ain’t dumb mama. So go ahead and do as I asked.” The request was so simple, just unfollow him. But the principle pissed you off, you never told him who to follow and who too not. So you refused. Wrong answer…

Because that refusal sent him through the roof. He just laughed while shaking his head. He tossed you on the bed with no regards.

You never been fucked so hard in your life…The headboard slammed against the wall with each thrust he gave you it was ridiculous. “Look at me while I fuck you.” Eren spat out.

Your poor neighbors, the surely heard the madness that was occurring in your bedroom. But Eren did not give a single fuck.

He had your hair twisted in his fingers while he watched you block ole boy on everything single app you had. “Nuh uh. you ain’t done yet. Block him on spotify.” You were going to learn not to go seeking attention from anyone that wasn’t him.

“Nobody’s better than me mama. You should know better than that.”

༺Armin༻

————— BENT OVA.

You would never expect Armin to act the way he acts when he’s MAD.

Of course he got upset with you before but never something that made you change your view on him.

He always tried to be understanding, always listening to what you had to say and what was wrong. But, today was a little different.

He got so mad that you commented on how his friend looked good. He took it as you wanted his friend, but that wasn’t your intention at all.

“Ah, I see. Well just how good did he look y/n?! Why don’t you just tell him how much you want him to fuck you!” His insecurities were really starting to show. But damn, he just look so fucking hot with his button up shirt slightly undone, and his hair sticking to face. His eyes widened, it was a sexy sight. Armin could tell how turned on you were getting from him slightly raising his voice.

“Fuck—y/n. Stop looking at me like that.” The threw his keys on the table while shaking his head. Armin couldn’t look at you while your hand traveled up his shirt rubbing his abdomen. You were making it so difficult for him to be mad at you right now. Especially since you started begging for him to calm down and let you make him feel better.

The small tugs at his shirt just really got him going. He immediately bent you over on the couch, throwing your clothes everywhere. “Can’t even look at you. So fucking filthy.”

You tried to move away from him pounding your insides, hoping to get a break but no. “What the fuck did I tell you about that shit? Just fuckin take it.” Sluts didn’t deserve a break. They didn’t get that courtesy.

Eventually his hatred turned into love and he started spilling out how much he loved you while he was close to cumming. “I love you so much.” & “You mean the world to me.” & “Wanna make you a mommy.”

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Ah! tysm for 400!

[morgluvsconnie]

calling them someone else’s name for a prank!

with aot men! (except it’s their friends name 😏)

a/n ~ this was inspired by a request but i just wanted to add everybody in there. enjoy!

CONNIE

when connie told you he loved you, and you said “I love you too, ony- connie.” he shut tf downnnn.

he didn’t even look at you, just kept staring at his phone with almost no expression, just a small dry laugh. “who?”

“you, I said you.” you said, widening your eyes for a split second, avoiding eye contact. connie just pursed his lips together, moving his legs together and apart while manspreading.

you glanced at him, trying your best to hold in a laugh. “i said i love you too.”

“you said ony.”

“no i didn’t.”

he finally looked at you. “you did.”

you groaned, throwing your head back. “i didn’tttt, how many times i gotta tell you?” you rolled your eyes at him.

connie swallowed, looking you up and down. “please don’t play wit me right now. you fuckin wit ony?” the way this boy was bouda unfriend one of his best friends quickkkk.

but you couldn’t help but laugh and tell him you’re just playing, making him smack his lips and laugh. “alright dude.”

ONY

if ony heard you call him connie, he wouldn’t have cared really. he’s always around connie, and you and connie were cool.

he always said his name, which would probably make you say it too, especially if it was something like “shut up connie” or “ask connie” which was rare anyway.

but, when you were saying your daily “i love you”s and your daily “ill miss you”s when he was about to go only to the store, the last name he’d expect after your “ill miss you” would be connie’s.

he just slowed his movements at the door, going silent.

“what you say?” he asked, glancing at you and grabbing his car keys. you looked back at him with raised eyebrows, playing along. “i said ony.”

“no you didn’t, you said connie.” he wasn’t even bouda play along with the lie.

you rolled your eyes. “okay. well i meant ony.” you waved him off. that just irritated him even more. he wasn’t that mad, but he was confused, which was making him mad 😭.

“how you get ony mixed up wit connie? y’all must been around each other recently?” he asked, leaning on the door and crossing his arms, staring at you.

you smacked your lips.

“i told you what i meant.”

“well ion believe you, so ima call connie-”

“i’m playing.” you couldn’t help but burst out laughing. ony stared at you with serious eyes before slowly smiling. “ight bruh.”

EREN

now when you pranked eren, he wasn’t even hesitating to take that shit serious quick as hell.

when he was tickling you, and you were laughing, tryna push him off you, hearing the words “stop armin!” come out your mouth just made him stop immediately and stare at you.

wiping tears that formed on the corners of your eyes, you sat up on the bed, letting out a breathy laugh. “what?”

this man’s death stare was piercinggggg.

he wasn’t even trying either, he just looked at you with dead eyes.

“armin. okay.” he nodded, standing up. you tilted your head and frowned. “what?”

“armin.” he said back nonchalantly, stretching before going towards the door. “eren.” you said, tilting your head and standing up. “it was a mistake, duh.” you tapped your head.

eren stared at you and blinked, making you laugh and melt your facade.

“it’s a prank.”

eren swallowed and took a deep breath, sighing. “dontttt piss me offfff.” he groaned, dragging his hands down his face.

ARMIN

when you were on the phone with a friend, and they asked what your boyfriends name was, the last thing armin would think is that you’d stammer over eren’s name before you said his.

it was more awkward than embarrassing or angering because he just looked at you for a few seconds, waiting for you to get off the phone.

he tried to avoid the fact that you’d said his best friends name instead of his by saying something like “who was that?”

“just a friend, why?” you looked at him like nothing was wrong.

and there wasn’t anything wrong at all, i mean he literally didn’t even care. he just went along with his day, doing the same things he did every day.

but when you were getting ready for bed, that’s when he decided to bring it up.

“what? i said armin.” you almost forgot to tell him it was a prank, but now it was later than expected. he just slowly shook his head, uncertain at first, but then shook it quickly.

“yeah, nah, you said eren.” he corrected you while laying on your stomach. he tried not to make it seem like it was a big deal.

you shook your head. “no, i said armin.”

armin looked up at you, furrowing his brows. “i know what you said y/n. if y’all got something going on just tell me now. i won’t get mad.”

you couldn’t help but feel bad and laugh. “i’m kiddinggg, it was a prank, i forgot to tell you.” you ruffled his hair.

armin clicked his tongue, groaning. “don’tttttt do that.” he laughed a little.

this is a draft from veryyy long ago, hope y’all like it

[luminiamore]

my love, mine all mine.

eren yeager x black female reader (bestfriend)

warnings: oral sex, fluffyness, jealous eren, soft sex, eren is kinda a nerd, creampies and a tight grip super soaker

enjoy and happy late valentine’s day!! :))

You were buried in your textbooks at your campus library, the various pages spread out before you. Psychology. An interesting major if you say so yourself. You thought it’d be simple enough: learning about how the human mind works and what makes people tick. It was fascinating, really.

And yet here you were, hunched over on the slightly uncomfortable chair, trying your hardest to remember exactly what your professor meant by “cognitive dissonance” and how it related to human behavior. You could feel your mind starting to wander as you tried to read through this particularly dense section.

Your focus was absolute, trying to absorb as much as you could for your upcoming midterm. The world outside this small corner you had found didn’t exist—just you and your thoughts. The peace and quiet here were comforting. It was rare that you could study without distractions and were determined to take full advantage of it.

You sighed and momentarily leaned back in your chair, the quiet hum of the library your only companion. The chair creaked slightly as you stretched, glancing out the window. Students were scattered everywhere, likely heading to their next class. The soft light from the afternoon sun cast a gentle glow through the glass, and you found a certain beauty in it.

You’re about to head back to your studies when something interrupts you. Someone, actually.

A shadow loomed over your desk, casting a slight imbalance in your peaceful space. A little startled, you looked up to see a tall figure standing beside you. You didn’t need to look too hard to recognize him—Eren—your best friend since grade school.

You blinked, a bit caught off guard. He wore a white wife beater that clung to his frame a little too tight. His jeans looked worn, with traces of dirt hinting at a long work day. A mechanic’s job was never exactly pristine, you guessed. He must’ve just gotten off his shift.

“You studying?” his voice smooth like it always was when he was trying to get your attention.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes softly. “What does it look like?” You gestured to the open textbooks and scattered notes with a slight flush. You mentally, thank God, it wasn’t visible. “Psych is kicking my ass. I’m starting to wonder why I thought this would be easy.”

He leaned against the edge of your table, his arms crossed. His recent gym visits have been seriously paying off, and it’s impossible not to notice. You look away from him and face your laptop, determined not to let him catch you staring. “Maybe you thought you could magically understand the human psyche,” he’s teasing you like he always does.

You shot him a half-smile, unable to resist his charm. “Yeah, that’s exactly what I thought,” sarcasm dripping from your voice. “But I’m pretty sure I’m about to fail the midterm at this rate.”

He stifles a snicker. “Nah, you’re too smart for that.” He pushed himself off the table, walked around to the chair next to you, and sat down casually. “You’ll figure it out. You always do.”

You tried not to let his proximity distract you, but it was hard. Downright impossible. His scent—a mix of motor oil, the fresh air from his work, and something else uniquely him—was all around you now. It was distracting. Stubborn that you are, you brush it off. Doesn’t mean anything. You shifted in your seat, pretending to focus on the words on the screen. Focus.

“So, what exactly is giving you the most trouble?” his gaze never leaving you.

You exhaled deeply, closing your textbook with a slight thud. “Theories of personality,” you said, pinching the bridge of your nose in frustration. “I just can’t wrap my head around it. Freud and Jung… are so complicated. Like, how are we supposed to remember all this?”

He gives you an uncommitted hum and starts explaining it to you. Eren had this ability to make anything he said sound convincing, even if it was complete bullshit. You suppose it’s his confidence.

He was close. Too close.

He leaned in when describing Freud, his arm brushing against yours as he pointed at your notes. The warmth of his bare skin sent a shiver down your spine, but you forced yourself to focus on the words he was saying and not the way his voice sounded when he spoke so close to your ear.

His eyes stayed on you even as you stared down at your notes. They were sharp as if he were studying you more than the material before you. He tilted his head slightly, watching the way your lips parted in thought, the way your fingers tapped absently against the notebook as you processed what he had just explained.

He always thought you were beyond beautiful.

“You just need to simplify it,” he interrupts his own thoughts from going further.

He never hesitated to break the invisible barriers most people respected. You had never minded before. At least, you told yourself you didn’t.

When he finally finished his explanation, you blinked at him, momentarily caught off guard by how easily he made it all make sense. For a second, you forgot how smart he was.

“Okay, that helps,” you murmured, scribbling down his words before they slipped from your mind. You could still feel his gaze on you, but you kept your focus trained on the paper in front of you, trying to ignore how your fingers suddenly felt clumsier holding the pen. “I forget you have an almost 4.0.”

Eren leaned back, stretching lazily, the movement drawing your attention to the way his muscles flexed beneath his shirt. What is wrong with you today? He simply shrugged, “I’m just that good.”

That twinkle in his eyes—that mischievous glint he always had after saying something cocky—made your stomach flip in a way that annoyed you. You were used to it, used to him, but lately, it felt different. Lately, you were noticing too much.

His voice softened just a little as he added, “But, seriously, you’re gonna ace this thing. I believe in you.”

You forced yourself to roll your eyes, but the small, grateful smile you gave him betrayed you.

“Thanks, Ren,” you said quietly, tapping your pen against your notebook, something you picked up as a nervous habit. You cleared your throat, needing to shake the feeling away. “I trust you or whatever.”

“Good,” he replied instantly, watching you a beat longer than necessary. “But if you fail, I’ll take the blame.”

You let out a small laugh, shaking your head. “Sure. I’ll blame the nigga who cheated his way through high school but somehow knows more about psychology than I do.”

His smirk widened, and instead of arguing, he gave you a wide smile, looking way too pleased with himself.

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The library had started to empty out after a few hours, the quiet hum of students packing up their things filling the space around you. You sighed, stretching your arms over your head as you finally closed your textbook. “I think that’s enough psych for one night,” you muttered, rubbing your eyes.

Eren, who had been scrolling through his phone while waiting for you to finish, pushed off the table with a lazy grin. “Took you long enough.”

You rolled your eyes but didn’t argue, stuffing your belongings into the LV monochrome bag Eren had gotten you for your birthday last year. He sees it as a way of staking his claim on you. He fell into step beside you effortlessly as you walked out of the library, the cool evening air from the hallway AC brushing against your skin.

“You actually gonna remember any of that next week?” he asked, nudging your shoulder.

You huffed. “I’d like to think so.”

He snorted, shaking his head, but before he could get another jab in, a voice called out your name from just ahead.

You both turned in unison.

A guy. From your psych class—tall, almost matching Eren’s height, though not quite—was making his way toward you. His curls were neat, framing his face in a way that made him look effortlessly put together. His skin was fair, and his smile was easy and friendly.

He was dressed in a fitted long-sleeve shirt, the fabric clinging just enough to suggest he worked out but not in a way that screamed it. The sleeves were pushed up to his elbows, revealing forearms that were toned. It was paired with gray sweats. He was cute.

His hands were shoved into his pockets, his stride unhurried as he approached, like he had all the time in the world. His gaze flickered between you and Eren briefly before settling on you, his smile widening just a touch as he finally spoke.

“Didn’t mean to interrupt, but I just wanted to catch you before you left.”

You blinked in surprise, vaguely recognizing him in lectures from a few rows ahead of you. He was one of those students who always had the answer, constantly engaged in class discussions. A teacher’s pet almost. You never really talked outside of the occasional group work.

Your best friend shifted beside you. His arms remained loosely crossed over his chest, but there was a new stiffness in his stance, as if he was suddenly more aware of his own posture. His weight shifted slightly from one foot to the other, his jaw ticking just the slightest bit. You didn’t think much of it at first—Eren was always fidgeting in some way.

You tilted your head slightly, blinking up at the guy. “Oh—what’s up?”

He hesitated just a second as if gathering the nerve, before rubbing the back of his neck with a small, almost sheepish smile. “I, uh… I’ve seen you in class a lot, and, well… I was wondering if you’d wanna grab coffee sometime? Maybe this Saturday?”

There was a beat of silence.

Your brain took longer than usual to process what he said. It wasn’t like people never asked you out, but something about this moment—maybe the unexpectedness of it, maybe the presence of Eren beside you—had you hesitating.

Your best friend, however, didn’t hesitate at all.

You felt the way his jaw tightened, just a tiny twitch, but you noticed it because you always notice things about him. His stance changed, going from casually relaxed to something more grounded, like he was unconsciously bracing himself. Learning Psychology does pay off in some cases.

His voice, when it came, was firm.

“Sorry, we have plans that day. Don’t we, (꣑ৎ)?”

Your eyes flickered toward Eren, surprise flashing across your face, but he didn’t look at you. His gaze remained locked on the guy in front of you, his expression is unreadable. His green eyes, usually lazy and half-lidded with amusement, were hardened now in a way that sent a clear message. She’s unavailable.

It seems the guy wasn’t so easily deterred. He hesitated only for a second before his strained smile returned, a little tighter than before. “Oh. Sunday, then?”

His voice was lighter, forcedly casual—like he was only picking up on the tension in the air.

You barely had time to open your mouth, to form even the beginning of a response, before Eren spoke for you. Again. Are you just invisible?

“No can do,” his tone leaving no room for argument. “She has a midterm coming up that she needs to study for.” His head tilted slightly, almost like he was appraising the guy in front of him, before adding, “Speaking of, you should be catching up on that too, right?”

The question wasn’t really a question, that much you knew.

The guy stood there, blinking, an almost shocked look on his face, as if he wasn’t quite sure what to say. His mouth opened slightly before closing again, and for the first time since approaching you, he seemed genuinely unsure of himself.

Eren, more than satisfied with that reaction, barely gave him another second to recover before turning toward you. “We’ll be leaving now,” he said simply.

And just like that, he placed a hand against the small of your back, steering you down the hallway without so much as another glance at the guy he had just dismissed. You walked in silence, your mind racing, but you held your tongue, deciding to wait until you reached your dorm room before you interrogated him on whatever the hell just happened.

The soft click of your shoes echoed in the otherwise quiet hallway. You couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off, that Eren had done more than step in to save you from a potentially awkward situation. The way he responded, the way he shut it all down before you even had a chance to speak—it wasn’t the usual playful teasing that he was known for.

As you reached the door to your dorm, you couldn’t hold back anymore. You turned to face him, narrowing your eyes. “Okay, what the fuck was that?” you asked, crossing your arms.

Eren didn’t even flinch. His posture was relaxed as if he already knew you were going to challenge him, as if he was waiting for it. He didn’t even look at you when he spoke. “What are you talking about?”

You raised an eyebrow, the frustration in you bubbling to the surface. “You know exactly what I’m talking about. You practically scared him off and answered for me like I couldn’t say no myself.”

Eren pushed himself off the doorframe right then, he didn’t wait for you to catch up—he just walked into your room, leaving the door hanging open. “I just did what needed to be done,” he shrugged.

His back was still to you, and you couldn’t entirely ignore the way his long, dark hair—extensions, you’d noticed before—swung just below his shoulders as he moved. He always looks so pretty with his hair down.

You followed him inside, refusing to let go of the subject.

“What needed to be done? Are you serious? Eren, you shut the guy down before he could even finish his sentence. I barely had a chance to say anything.” You stopped in the doorway, trying to keep your voice steady before you slammed the door shut.

Eren turned to face you, a grin slowly spreading across his face, like he found it all amusing. His eyes got slightly hooded as he eyed you up and down. The outfit you wore left little to the imagination, and all he could think about was.. How could he let anyone else have you?

“Why are you upset? He was making you uncomfortable. It’s my job to step in when that happens.” His gaze flickered over to your face once more, almost like he was daring you to argue.

Before you could respond, he adds, “Unless… you wanted to go out with him?”

You scoffed, shaking your head in disbelief, dropping you bag on the nearby desk before turning back to face him, “I wouldn’t even know, cause once again, you didn’t even give me a chance to respond!”

He groaned, the sound almost exaggerated. His eyes rolled dramatically, like he was irked that you weren’t just agreeing with him. “Oh please, girl. He wasn’t even taller than me. He looks scrawny as fuck. He looks like a pussy. You deserve someone better than that.” He practically waved the whole thing off with a flick of his hand.

You stared at him for a moment, caught off guard by the bluntness of his words.

“And what? That someone is you?” The words slipped out before you could stop them, and you instantly regretted how it sounded—like you were baiting him.

Eren stepped closer to where you were standing, closing the space between you. His body was warm, his scent—it was clouding you as he looked down at you. There was a beat of silence.

His response comes out slow, “Could be,”

Your breath hitches, almost caught in your throat. You mind can’t understand what is happening, it never can when Eren is this close to you. His eyes are dark, more intense than they’d been a moment ago. Your pulse quickens, and you couldn’t stop yourself from looking down at his lips for a split second before snapping your gaze back up to his eyes. With the way your mouth opens and closes repeated, it was clear you didn’t know what to say.

“What’s the matter, baby?” Eren’s voice was barely a whisper now, his breath warm against your lips, his hand tentatively grasping your waist.

“Nothing,” you manage to whisper, your voice coming out shaky, unsure if you even believe your own words.

Eren’s lips twitch upward at your lie, you’re so cute sometimes. You’re fucking gorgeous all the time. His grip gets slightly tighter when he feels you don’t push away. You can’t stop yourself from leaning into his touch, from leaning into how the heat in your chest turns into something that pools low in your stomach.

“You’re lying,” he murmurs, voice rougher now. His thumb traces mindlessly circles on your skin, and you find yourself losing all self-control.

Your heart is racing, but it’s not from fear. Far from it. It’s from the way he’s making you feel alive in a way that only he could do. You can feel the uncomfortable stickiness pooling underneath your skirt.

His other hand moves up, cupping your chin gently but firmly, tilting your face upward to meet his gaze. There’s no mistaking the way his eyes flicker down to your lips again, and there’s a certain hunger in them.

His voice carries that commanding tone you’ve always known too well. “It’s okay,” he murmurs, his thumb gently grazing your bottom lip, making you inhale sharply. “Lemme help you get the words out. That okay?”

And when he does lean in, it’s not like anything you ever felt before. His lips brush against yours gently at first, being the tease that he is. Then, without warning, he deepens the kiss, his other hand coming up to slide into your neatly done butterfly locs, gripping it just enough to tilt your head back slightly.

You’re desperate, and your best friend knows it—the way your fingers clutch at the thin fabric of his shirt, practically begging. He pulls away just long enough to yank it over his head. The string of spit still barely connecting you makes something dark flicker in his eyes, his restraint snapping completely. The next kiss he goes in for is more forceful.

You try to push eren back, just a little, but he barely budges—barely even lets you catch your breath. The taste of him is overwhelming, as you manage to get the words out between shallow breaths. “Ren, Are you—Are you sure about this?”

“Never been more sure about anything in my life.” He moves fast, tugging the strings of your white top, pushing it down until it slips from your shoulders, falling to the floor. His lips stay on yours, the sweet taste of your strawberry lip gloss making him crave more. He feels like he might cum, just from kissing you—embarrassing as that is.

You’re the one more concerned, your voice faltering, “But what—Ah! I don’t want to ruin our friend…ship.”

His lips wander further down. Pressing feather-light kisses to the crook of your shoulders before he moves back up to where your sweet spot is. He doesn’t hesitate to harshly grip your beautiful breasts, pulling at both of your brown nipples the best he can while his mouth and brain are preoccupied. The moan you let out is sinful, staggering, really, as you find your brain getting more hazy with each move he makes.

You think he hasn’t heard you when he doesn’t answer right away. Eren gently pushes you back, guiding you to the chair by your desk. He makes you sit with a firm hand and then drops to his knees in front of you, his gaze intense as he speaks again, “You really wanna stay just friends after this?”

He sucks at the skin of your soft thighs as his hands work to slip your boots off. Your eyes widen when he unbuttons your shorts, prompting you to slightly lift up to make it easier for him to slide it off of you. Before you can answer his previous questions, he’s interrupting you, “No bra or panties? Were you expecting this to happen (꣑ৎ)?”

You release a pathetic whimper when he moves closer to your sopping core, taking a deep inhale like he’s trying to commit your scent to his memory forever. You shake your head at his accusation, but it’s clear he doesn’t believe you when he takes two of his thick fingers to spread you open, revealing your tiny clit barely hidden behind its hood.

“You’re making a mess, baby. You need my help to clean it up?”

He needs to shut up. His words, his voice, do nothing but make you wetter. Eren slowly starts rubbing your clit, barely applying enough pressure to give you the stimulate you need and it’s starting to get you frustrated. “Answer Ren, baby. Do you need my help?”

You let out a cute squeal when he blows on your mound, and you’re too depraved to do anything but listen. “Yes! Yes, please help me!”

And nothing if not devoted to you, he listens. Eren places a wet, open-mouth kiss on your twitching pearl. He’s slow with his movements, savoring the honey-like taste of you that’s just pouring into his awaiting mouth. He moves his tongue in slow circles, up and down, drinking the juice coming from your slit.

You’re struggling to breathe, the pressure that’s building up all too quickly is too overwhelming. He’s not just eating you out. Eren is making love to your sweet pussy. It’s breaking you apart.

His ministrations on your dripping sap continue for a minute before he gets impatient and slips one long finger inside of you. And God, you’re tight. Gripping onto his finger so firmly, it’s almost like you never want him to leave. He begins pushing them in and out slowly.

You breathe out, “Eren! Oh my- Goddd.”

The squelches your pussy was singing become louder and more obscene. Your best friend considers that as his starting point to add another finger that is equally big and long. They both curl up to reach your G-spot instantly. The minute he found it, he just didn’t let up. Despite his slow pace, he continues to abuse your sensitive area. You’re gonna cum.

“Are you gonna cum? All over my ‘pretty’ face?” He’s throwing your own words right back at you. You were never shy about telling Eren how good he looked, and maybe that’s exactly how you ended up here.

You’re quick to nod, unable to keep silent as broken moans escape from your mouth, “M’gonna c-cum! Right there- Oh!”

How quickly your release hits you is unexpected. You gush. Streams of squirt land all over Eren’s fingers, and his face even lands on his hair, leaving it a bit damp. He gazes in astonishment as your eyes roll in the back of your head during your dramatic convulsions, and he groans into your essence. He looks down to look at the mess you made and— Oh. You creamed, too.

Fuck. He loves it. He loves that he’s the only one who can make you do that. He loves you. He also realizes that he needs to be inside you. Now.

The movements he makes, from removing you from the chair to your single bed, are hazy. You’re not sure how you got there; your brain is still trying to process the most intense, body-curling orgasm you’ve ever had in your life. But you’re quick to feel something wide and heavy pressing at your still-gushing entrance.

“M’gonna put it in now, kay?” Eren figures giving you a warning is the least he could do before rearranging your guts and mushing your insides.

You beg him to fuck you already by whining and grinding on his leaking tip. After laughing at the sight, he leans in to give you a deep kiss. You’re gasping and mewling in his mouth as you finally feel him push in.

He’s gasping in your mouth. Feeling his mind starting to scramble at the feeling of suffocating cunt. God, you’re perfect. “Is it- Is it in yet?”

He snickers. God, you’re just so cute. “No, baby. Not even halfway.”

You’re whimpering, hiccuping as small tears start to pool in your lower lash line. You’re clenching around him so tightly, and the more he pushes in, he is trying his best not to cum so quickly. He decides to plunge the rest of his eight inches in one go. Fuck you’re so loud, sputtering and wailing at the feeling of being so.. Full. You’re so full.

“Move- Move, please. Oh my-”

You don’t have to tell him twice. He steadily drags his cock away from your cervix, pulling out all the way before he pushes back inside again, hard. He repeats this. Once, twice, thrice more, and God, you “Can’t take it-it.”

He shushes your whines, kissing the tears falling down your cheeks, reaffirming you, “Of course you can, baby. I’ll even help you, yeah?”

His attentiveness is entirely too much. You’re babbling when his hand reaches in between you both to rub your swollen clit in rapid circles. A complete contrast to his way of fucking you.

The pressure in your lower abdomen is building at such a fast speed. Every harsh thrust against your cervix is painful like he’s trying to prove a point. But it feels oh so good.

“You feel so fucking good. I want you to cum, baby. Make a mess, just like you did on my face. Can you do that for me?”

You’re nodding and spluttering incoherently about how you can, how you will. You’d do anything for him. Both of your holes are releasing the most beautiful sounds. Eren presses a messy kiss onto your plump lips without waiting for you to respond, causing drool to escape from both of you. The sheets below you are feelable because of your wetness.

With a few more strokes, your body convulses once more. This time, your best friend has an up-close view of how beautiful you look in your most vulnerable state. Your orgasm gets even stronger when you feel Eren whimper against your lips and his own release, caused by the feeling of your spraying all over him.

His thrusts don’t change its pace as he stuffs you full of his seed. Your eyes look dazed, your makeup slightly ruined, and your lip combo nowhere to be found. He still can’t help but think you look just as gorgeous. He places one final peck on your lips before he speaks once more,

“I’m taking you out on a date this Saturday.”

Guess he wasn’t kidding when he said you two had plans that day.

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