#eren x black reader fluff

[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.”

[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

[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. 🤷🏾‍♀️

[xplicitviewz]

Ex-husband!Eren who knocks on your door at the scheduled time to pick up your kids, 7 and 3 year olds. He was about to hit the call button when you opened the door dressed up and ready to leave- Wait? Dressed up to go where?

“You look beautiful.” He comments, not hiding the fact he was checking out his wife, yes his wife. You were after all still his, even though legally you weren’t. “I’ll go get the girls.” You nod getting ready to shut the door when he stops it, “Can i uh- use the bathroom? Yea I gotta pee real quick.” He lies offering you that damn ‘up to no good’ smile.

Rolling your eyes, you step aside, “Make it quick, I got somewhere to be.” Eren walks in and heads to the guest bathroom where he knew from instinct. You and Eren had been together for a while, got married a year into the relationship. You got pregnant a year later and bought a house together. There was’t really an exact reason why you guys got divorced, other than the fact that work and life just caught up to the both of you guys. Constant arguments, no time for each other, lots of cancelled dates, etc. The spark was dying, but in your eyes, there was no longer a spark. You were drained of being home all the time everyday, same thing. The cancelled dates- the dates you were looking forward to- was really the last straw.

Eren ended up giving everything to you, the house, the car, the savings, after all, it’s all for you and your kids. He felt like shit when he heard your feelings after being served divorce papers, apparently your ‘one last chance’ was when he cancelled the getaway you set up for the two of you because he had to go on a bullshit business trip. (One he didn’t even want to go to in the first place.)

You made your way up to the girl’s room seeing that your 7 year old is watching tv while laying next to her sister, who is sleeping. “Hey baby girl , daddy’s here.” You smile at her and squat down next to them. It was already about to be 7:30pm and you had to leave by then. Eren told you he was going to be a bit late but he’ll be there.

“Mommy can I finish the movie please?” Your daughter ask you with puppy dog eyes. You’ve seen the movie a thousand times so you know it’s about to end, “Okay sure, I’m gonna go finish getting ready in my room okay?” You tell her with a small smile. She nods and looks a back at the tv. You get up and head to grab a small blanket to put over your two girls.

They already had dinner and a bath just waiting for Eren to come. As you go to leave the room, you run into Eren, who was waking down the hallway to the girls room. “She wants to finish the movie, join her if you’d like.” You tell him as you open the door to your room and sit on the vanity to finish up your makeup.

You reach for your phone to text your friends would be a little late to the dinner plans but you were still going.

“Where are you off to?” You hear Eren say from behind you. You glance in the mirror and see him leaning against the door. It had been a while since he stepped foot in the once shared bedroom, he smiled at how you decorated it.

“A hot date.” You reply grabbing your mascara and putting it on, still watching him, more so his reaction. “Do they know you’re married?” Eren steps closer, still leaving space between you two.

“We’re divorced.” You roll your eyes, closing the mascara and grabbing the blush and your fluffy brush, “besides I doubt they’d care even if I was.” You add admiring how good you look in the mirror.

Eren eyes scan your seated body. The backless black dress you were wearing, how good your back looks. How soft your skin looks, when you lean forward to make sure your lipliner is good. He gets flashbacks of your arch when bouncing on his dick. He sucks in a breath and looks away, every part of you looks good. He’d probably get off just watching you bend your knee to place it on the couch from the floor. He is down bad. He misses you bad. It had been almost a full 2 years since your divorce date. No one could ever compare to you, he gave up after the second date (his friends forced him to go on). They simply weren’t you. His plan? Win you back as a gentleman would or win you back by fucking you so good you remember.

Good thing he can do both!

It was those sweet words that suggested your daughter to watch another movie before they left (she ended up falling asleep right next to her sister). Those same sweet words that led you guys to share a kiss, well it was supposed to be a simple kiss. Darn those sweet words that had your dress coming right back off as he led you to your shared bed. The same ones that convinced you to let him stay tonight, maybe forever.

“Shit baby.” Eren moans into your ear, his dick sliding slowly back in you. He holds you from under your knee with one hand and his other hand is under chest, holding your boobs while he fucks you from the side. Your back pressed against his chest while he kisses your neck, leaving marks he wants to be visible, moaning and licking your skin.

You mouth was ajar, one hand up tangled in his hair, holding him close, the other reached down your body as you massaged his balls slowly, moaning and begging for more. “D-don’t stop.” You whimper out wanting this to never end.

“Fuck, I miss you so much, want you back.” He whimpers when you give his balls a small squeeze, still fucking you pussy, juices from you gushing all around his dick, squeezing him tight when he hits the right angle. “You still wanna go out?” He taunts in your ear, nipping at the shell.

“N-no, wanna stay here- ohh- with y-you.” you pathetically whimper, feeling your thighs tremble in his hand, “missed you so much.”

“Pussy so perfect, miss her too.” Eren mumbles in your ear before kissing it, then he closes your legs together, and sits up, placing your legs on one of his shoulders. He kisses your ankles while he starts moving again. Not once did he slip out of you.

Your hands move to your ass, spreading it so he could see just how wet you are for him, hear it too.

“You hear that?” He bites his lip, his thrusts becoming rougher, “She misses me too.” He smirks as he spreads your legs wide, putting you in the meanest mating press, and fucking you.

He spent the first few rounds making love to you all over again and again, but this time, he’s gonna fuck you so good you remember. Remember everything and question why you even wanted a divorce, why you insisted you guys needed one.

“Shiitt Rennie.” You whine at the change of pace, using an old nickname as you try to push against his hips. “Uht uh mama, you can take it, lemme hear you say it.” He grunts not stopping, not even for a second.

He’s in so deep hitting every point inside you. Like a man on a mission. You cry out when he slams down once really hard in the most pleasurable way possible before he goes back to the pace he was doing, “You heard me baby,” he stares you down. You half-lidded lustful eyes flicker up at him, “I-I can take it-t fuuck, please Rennie.” You plead feeling your 3rd orgasm coming in fast.

“You wanna cum?” He taunts changing his angle again, your eyes roll back as you nod your head fast. “Who you belong to then?”

“Y-you!” You cry out.

“Who?” He asked again, “Come one baby you can be a little louder than that. The girls won’t wake up, I turned the tv up a bit.”

“F-fuck, youu.” You answer moaning out louder.

“You? Who’s you? Did I fuck you dumb already.”

“I belong to y-you-nnghhEren. To Eren. E-eren, you you you.” You babble out as he hits your sweet spot on and on. Your vision blurs, eyes rolling as he kept going, increasing the pace. He leans down capturing your lips in a sloppy kiss, both of you moaning into each other, breaking the kiss over and over.

Your arms wrap around his neck pulling him closer as he digs his fingers in the back of your thighs, your walls flutter around him, sucking him in full. There was a sudden shift in the air, one you both noticed. Eren’s pace slowed but still rough thrust hitting you deep in your womb, his body weight dropped onto you as you both stared into each others souls, “Marry me again, please mama, n-need you.” He murmurs softly against your lips. “Promise you everything will be different, I don’t want anyone else but you-fuck please baby please.” He begs, whimpering, his hip still passionately moving against yours. You were too fucked out to say anything else, “yes, yes Eren, need you, fuck please, wanna cum baby.”

“Yeah.” He moans moving slightly faster angling his hips differently, hitting deeper spots causing your moans to raise an octave, nodding, “yes.”

He kisses you deeply and slowly, his hips moving faster and rougher. Your back arches against his chest, moving your lips against his, accepting his tongue in your mouth, sucking on it slightly until you feel your orgasm crash over you. Eren rolls his eyes at the sounds you are making for him, the only sounds he ever wants to hear as he chases his own release. “Make me a mommy again, want you to fill me up baby.” You whimpered against his lips a very dangerous sentence. Eren’s dilated eyes snap back to your fucked out ones, “Can’t waste it then okay.” He grunts lifting his head to move it towards your neck, sucking it.

“I w-won’t.” You whine as he nips at sensitive spot, moving your head to the side. Eren starts fucking you ruthlessly, not caring about the bed hitting the wall or squeaking crazy. He doesn’t even hear it, just you, the sounds of you. He pushes your legs impossibly down more as he feels his dick twitch inside your greedy drooling fluttering pussy, his knees buckling as he came, moaning your name.

Eren sits up and pulls out to the tip before fucking his cum back in you slowly, watching how you suck him up with ease, feeling how your sensitive pussy is fluttering around him, “fuck baby.” He breathes out, wiping the sweat off his forehead before leaning down to kiss you again, this time a slow one, an “I miss you” kind of kiss. You accept whimpering softly as he pushes his dick deep inside you, resting there.

“Still wanna go out.” He teases pulling away slightly? You roll your eyes smirking, “shut up.”

*not proofread*

I have many of these in my drafts so yea

I also appreciate all the likes and reblogs omggggg <3333

And comments, I love replying to the few I got, so fun so fun

Okay well enjoy as usual, until next time 😎

Sylus mini

Nerd!armin x reader x boyfriend!eren

Boss!Hiromi

[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

[mirathescientist]

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.

⋆⭒˚.⋆

“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”

⋆⭒˚.⋆

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

[ibuprofein]

rich!connie x reader x producer!eren

↳ ❝ [reader is messy boots and has her side piece eren and her man connie. eren is down bad and accepts being the second option 😫 connie is so arrogant but it’s sexy] ¡! ❞

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

↳ 𝑰𝑰 (eren’s ending) , 𝑰𝑰𝑰 (eren x connie smut) , 𝐈𝐕 (throuple time!)

Connie’s the luxury lifestyle.

Bentleys with cooled seats, iced-out APs, and the sun reflecting off his diamond earrings.

He pulls up fresh out the shower, buzz cut clean with a new design, smellin’ like Baccarat and shea butter. Always shirtless in the house so you can see the tattoos running down his brown chest, Dominican accent lacing his sentences when he’s frustrated or flirting.

“You hungry, mami? Let’s go somewhere nice.”

You don’t even gotta blink—he already got a reservation.

Michelin stars and martinis with gold flakes. You sit pretty in the passenger seat of his matte black Benz, lashes curled to the sky and lips glossed. Heart-shaped cheek dermal sparkling in the light.

And his hand? Always on your thigh. Or your arm, tracing your red ink flower sleeve like he helped tattoo it himself. And when you walk ahead, that koi fish tattoo on your back? He’ll always touch it. His fingers slide down to graze the dermals there.

Connie doesn’t ask where you were last night.

He knows. He just don’t care.

“Let them boys play in the dark. You the one that shine when you with me.”

He’s the one you post.

The one you tag in stories.

The one your homegirls know about.

And baby, he spoils you—bags, bikinis, Bali. You pack light ‘cause he already bought out the shopping district.

And when y’all alone?

Nothing but liplocking on marble countertops, legs wrapped around his waist on silk sheets, hands under your skirt in the back of his Escalade—windows tinted, but he’d still do it if they weren’t.

But when the sun sets?

You text Connie you’re tired, probably gonna sleep early.

But Eren’s already FaceTiming you shirtless, sleepy eyes, beanie low, grinning.

“You want me to come through? I’ll stop for snacks… what you want, baby?”

He always brings the good stuff—hot fries, Arizona teas, pink Starburst. Rolls up perfect joints, backwood tight. You in his passenger seat in bunny slippers and one of his tees, legs folded up, nails tapping on your phone as the smoke clouds dance between you.

He leans over, palm on your thigh, his voice low.

“Wanna go to the studio?”

The studio is his favorite place to hear you moan.

Not just from his mouth, his hands, his stroke.

But recorded.

“Sing for me,” he teases, lips brushing your neck as the mic picks up the breathy sounds of him making you fall apart. “Or just… make some noise.”

And oh—you do.

He’ll light a blunt with your back arched, legs shaking over his mixing board, red light blinking as the sound of your moans gets layered in like a sample.

He doesn’t post you.

He doesn’t ask where you were earlier.

But he always watches your stories. And when he sees Connie in the background?

He texts you anyway.

You still mine tonight, right?

And you always say yes.

Because with Eren, it’s no pressure.

No obligation.

Just you, his music, and the backseat adventures of his midnight world.

He lets you be bratty, lets you tease him, lets you run games.

But he also knows:

Every time Connie drops you off in that blacked-out car, you still end up under his covers later.

The studio’s dim, red light humming overhead like always.

The air is thick with smoke and the lazy swirl of whatever beat Eren had looping since you walked in. You’re curled up in his lap, legs across his, one of his oversized hoodies drowning your frame, your gloss long worn off. His hand rubs lazy circles on your thigh while he exhales, green eyes half-lidded but watching you.

You look too good like this.

Too his.

And that’s the problem.

“You comfortable?” he mumbles, a little grin playing at his lips, brushing a hand up your bare thigh. “You look comfortable as fuck.”

You nod, head on his shoulder. “Mhm. Cozy.”

He kisses your cheek, slow. “I like when you come like this… no makeup, no extra. Just me and you.”

You smirk softly, eyes on your phone screen even as you let him kiss your jaw.

Your phone buzzes again.

Connie 💸

Eren clocks it.

He’s seen the name a few times.

You subtly angle the screen down and open the messages.

Connie 💸

Wear that white dress I like tmrw.

Brunch at 10. Spa after. Pack a swimsuit too in case we go to the pool after.

I’ll bring that gold anklet you said you wanted.

Don’t flake on me, mami.

You try not to smile.

But you do.

Eren sees it. His hand stills on your thigh. He stares at your face, noticing how your eyes light up even as you pretend to be distracted.

“…Can I ask you something?” he says suddenly, voice quieter than usual.

You look up at him. “Yeah?”

He exhales slow, like he’s been sitting on it. “Why you never post me?”

You blink.

“…Huh?”

“Don’t act like you don’t know what I mean,” he says, not mad, just real. “You post your food, your nails, your legs up in somebody else’s car… but you never post me.”

He taps his chest lightly. “This? Us? We don’t exist anywhere, unless it’s three in the morning and your phone’s on DND.”

You open your mouth—but you pause.

Because it’s true.

You don’t post Eren. You don’t tag him. You don’t even let him sneak into a background reflection.

And it’s not because you’re embarrassed.

It’s because Connie’s page is public, and half your friends follow him.

It’s because Connie’s tagged in pics of you in Turks, in five-star lobbies, holding his hand with those stupid matching Cartier rings.

You look away for a second, voice soft. “It’s not like that…”

Eren scoffs a little. “Then what’s it like?”

You fidget with the drawstrings of the hoodie you’re wearing—his hoodie—and he notices. That’s what gets him tight. That you’re repping him behind the scenes like a dirty little secret.

“You let me record you moaning but you won’t post me with your damn face in the frame?”

Your phone buzzes again. You glance at it without thinking.

Eren notices your eyes drift.

He notices how quick your fingers move when you lock your phone.

He laughs under his breath.

“No wonder.”

You swallow.

“Eren—”

He shakes his head. “Nah, it’s cool. I get it. I’m the night shift.”

“Don’t say it like that.”

His jaw tightens, tongue in his cheek as he looks off toward the studio wall, jaw clenching just enough that you feel the shift.

“You know I fuck with you different, right?” he says finally. “Like, I don’t just hit you up to fuck or chill. I bring you here. Let you in my space. My process. I show you shit nobody else sees.”

You nod slowly, guilt creeping in. “I know, Ren.”

“I post you in my Close Friends. I even posted your nails last week.”

You can’t help the tiniest smile.

“You post my nails, Eren?”

“Yeah,” he mutters, annoyed. “Because that’s all you give me.”

A silence settles between you. Not angry. Just… honest.

You look down at your lap. You do like Eren. You do feel something. But not in the same way. Not in the gold anklets and public brunch kind of way.

Just then, your phone buzzes again.

Connie 💸

Bring sunscreen. I wanna massage it in myself.

You tilt your screen away and close your eyes.

Eren leans his head back and exhales.

“…Don’t worry about it,” he says finally. “Just forget I said anything.”

But you can tell he’s hurt. Even if he doesn’t say it again, even if he still kisses you after, still fucks you gentle in the studio that night… there’s something quieter in his energy now.

The kind of quiet that comes when a man realizes he’s falling for someone who’s already claimed.

The studio’s quiet now.

The track Eren was mixing is still looping low in the background, bass soft like a heartbeat.

Your clothes are half on, half stuffed in your purse. Hoodie sleeves pulled over your hands. Hair slightly messy, neck a little sore from how he kept you close all night.

It’s early—too early. The kind of early where the sky is still that dusty blue and the streets are quiet.

You’re slipping on your slides near the door, whispering, trying not to wake the moment that had just passed.

But Eren’s still on the couch.

Shirtless, toned torso rising slow with his breath.

Hair tied back, sleepy eyes watching you from under his lashes.

One hand behind his head, the other resting on the spot where your body laid just minutes ago.

You think he’s asleep.

Until you hear it:

“You really leaving right now?”

You pause mid-step, hoodie half-zipped.

You turn to look at him. He’s not even trying to hide the disappointment on his face.

“Yeah,” you say gently, like that’ll soften the blow. “I gotta go home and get ready.”

He already knows why.

Because you always get dressed up for him.

Not Eren. Connie.

You bite your lip, fiddling with your phone. You’ve already got texts lined up waiting for you from Connie:

Connie 💸

I’m picking you up by 9:30. Don’t play and be late.

Connie 💸

I can’t wait to see your pretty face and that pretty dress.

And you are gonna wear that dress.

Because Connie’s got a brunch spot overlooking the hills. He’s got spa reservations, a chauffeur, and a Dior gift box already sitting in his backseat.

But Eren?

Eren’s just got you.

And right now, he doesn’t even have that.

You try to keep your voice sweet. “I told you last night I had plans.”

Eren scoffs quietly, running a hand down his face.

“Yeah,” he mutters, “but I didn’t think you were really gonna dip right after.”

You blink. “Eren…”

He sits up now, forearms on his thighs, tattooed fingers laced together. His chain swings forward when he leans in, eyes sharp in the red-tinted studio glow.

“You let me fuck you on this couch, record your moans in my mic, sleep in my arms like it meant something—then you gonna slide out for him?”

His voice is calm. But his eyes? They burn.

You don’t know what to say. Because he’s not wrong.

You do feel something for Eren. But Connie is the one the world gets to see.

Connie is convenience, luxury, consistency.

Eren is your secret.

And secrets don’t get brunch reservations.

You sigh, soft. “Don’t make this harder.”

He laughs once. It’s bitter. “Harder for who? You already got him waiting.”

“I’m just getting dressed—”

“For him.”

He cuts you off now, standing up. Voice low. “You getting dressed for him, baby. Not me. You ain’t never wore no dress for me.”

Your heart stutters.

He walks up to you, bare chest just inches from yours. His fingers brush the side of your face, but the touch feels more like goodbye than anything else.

“You gon’ let him kiss that dermal before I even got to taste it in the daylight?”

You flinch.

Because Connie always kisses your heart-shaped cheek dermal before brunch. It’s his little ritual. And Eren? He’s only ever seen it under low light, through half-lidded eyes and smoke.

“…Don’t do that,” you murmur.

“Do what?” His voice breaks a little. “Act like I don’t see what this is?”

He tilts your chin up. His mouth barely brushes yours. And for a second, you consider staying.

Eren steps back.

Silence.

You zip your bag.

“I’ll text you later,” you say quietly.

Eren just nods once. “Yeah… you always do.”

And as the door shuts behind you, he exhales hard, standing alone in a room that still smells like your perfume—but feels a little colder now.

The bedroom is glowing gold.

Soft lighting. Massive windows cracked open to let the warm summer breeze kiss your bare legs. Connie’s bed is draped in plush, expensive linen—his scent all over it. That rich, clean musk that only comes from men who’ve never bought anything under four digits.

You’re in his shirt.

Some silk pajama shorts you changed into after he peeled off your brunch outfit earlier.

And his chain is still around your neck from when he clipped it on you in the car, said, “You mine, yeah?” before kissing your cheek dermal like he always does.

You should feel spoiled.

You are spoiled.

But you’re also scrolling back through Eren’s thread.

No new texts.

Not since you left his studio yesterday morning.

You chew your lip, glancing toward the en suite bathroom. The shower’s still running. You can hear Connie humming, probably rubbing that rose-scented body wash all over his chest. He’s taking his time—he always does.

You look back at your phone.

Your thumb hovers.

And then—

You still mad?

Delivered.

You wait.

Nothing.

So you tap again. You shouldn’t—but you do.

I didn’t mean to hurt you.

Delivered.

Your heart thumps.

You flip your phone face-down, suddenly anxious. Because if he replies, you know it’ll gut you. And if he doesn’t? You’ll sit here feeling dumb, with another man’s chain wrapped around your neck.

The water cuts off.

You straighten your posture, pretending you weren’t just pouring your guilt into a man you left behind. Connie steps out a few moments later, towel slung low on his hips, tattoos glistening, buzzcut freshly lined up from this morning’s appointment. He’s humming, watching you scroll through TikTok like your head wasn’t somewhere else.

“Mami,” he smirks, climbing into bed behind you, “Why you up here all quiet? You tired already?”

You fake a little smile, closing your phone screen quick. “Just chillin.”

He kisses your bare shoulder, arms sliding around your waist. “Lemme relax you then.”

You melt back into him, letting him wrap you up.

But your eyes flick to the phone on the nightstand.

Still no text.

And god, it’s worse now.

Because even wrapped up in Connie’s warmth, your mind’s with the boy who asked, “Don’t you wanna post me too?”

The room is quiet.

AC humming low.

Sheets soft as sin against your skin.

Connie’s breath ghosts along your shoulder, warm, slow—he’s deep in sleep, one arm lazily hooked around your waist, his chest pressed to your back.

His chain still dangles between your breasts.

His cologne lingers in your hair.

You’re wrapped in him.

But your phone lights up.

Twice.

The first notification is from your close friends story—some girl replied “Y’all cute 😍” under the video you posted earlier. Connie feeding you a bite of dessert on a rooftop, flexing his Rolex and his smile like it’s nothing.

The second?

Eren.

Your stomach twists.

You wait.

You don’t move too fast. You can feel Connie’s heartbeat on your spine.

You slowly reach, careful not to shift the mattress too much.

You grab the phone.

Open the thread.

Eren

You only text me when you’re in his bed.

Read 2:12 AM

Eren

That say a lot.

Delivered 2:13 AM

You stare at the screen, heart sinking.

Because he’s right.

You do this when you’re wrapped up in silk and someone else’s love. When the guilt starts to stick to your ribs and you can’t sleep. When you need to feel like you’re not heartless.

You don’t even know what to say.

But your fingers move anyway.

I miss you.

A pause.

Nothing.

Your breath catches when you see three little dots pop up.

Then disappear.

Then come back.

Then—

Eren

Nah. You miss how I see you. He see your ass in white dresses. I see you when you cry on my dick in the dark.

Delivered 2:15 AM

You inhale sharply, legs tensing under the sheet.

Eren

You ever think maybe I got someone now too?

Delivered 2:15 AM

That one stings.

It shouldn’t, but it does. The thought of Eren making another girl moan into that same studio mic? Her wearing his hoodie? Sitting on that couch where you spilled your heart in fragments?

Your thumb hovers.

You check over your shoulder.

Connie hasn’t moved. Still sound asleep. Chest rising, chain glinting against the moonlight slipping through the blinds.

You slip out from under his arm.

Slow. Careful.

And you slide off the bed. Bare feet on cool marble. Your phone still glowing in your hand.

You step into the bathroom and shut the door quietly behind you.

Then you finally reply.

I don’t want anyone else to have you.

The moment you hit send, you stare at yourself in the mirror.

Silk tank top clinging to your chest. Connie’s chain still on your neck. Your lip quivers for a second—and then your phone buzzes.

Eren

Then stop fucking running.

The sky’s bruised purple and black. The city’s asleep.

You pull up outside Eren’s studio, headlights cutting through the quiet like guilt.

It’s not your car.

It’s Connie’s.

He let you “borrow it” for a late-night drive to clear your head, kissed your forehead and said, “Call me when you get back, baby.”

You told him, “I will.”

But instead of driving in circles like you claimed, you pulled up to a part of the city Connie never goes.

Where the pavement’s cracked and the music never sleeps.

Eren’s waiting.

He buzzes you in the second you text “here.”

The studio door swings open before you can even knock.

And there he is—

White tank top, sweats low on his hips, bandana still tied. Eyes locked on you like he’s been staring at the door since your last text.

“Where’s your car?” he asks immediately.

You hesitate.

Then say the truth:

“…It’s Connie’s.”

His jaw tenses. “Of course.”

You step in. Smell the mix of weed and candles. That same dark red glow you always sink into when you’re with him.

Eren closes the door behind you.

Leans on it.

Arms crossed.

“You here to finally pick me?” he asks. Voice low, almost bitter. “Or you just bored again?”

You chew your lip. Step closer.

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” you admit. “I just… I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

He breathes hard through his nose. “Then why do you still leave every time?”

“I didn’t mean to hurt you—”

“But you keep doing it anyway,” he cuts in, stepping forward. “You text me from his bed. You cry in my arms. You fuck me like I’m yours. But when the sun comes up?”

He points toward the window, to where Connie’s sleek black car waits on the street like a damn shadow.

“You run back to him. Every time.”

You don’t have the words.

Because he’s right.

And still… you reach for him.

Your fingers brush his chest, eyes pleading. “I don’t wanna lose you.”

“You don’t have me,” he snaps, voice cracking. “You never let yourself have me. ‘Cause you’re too scared to leave a man who only loves the version of you he built.”

That stings.

But you still kiss him.

And when he kisses back, it’s desperate—like he knows this is all he’ll get. You taste like guilt. Like silk and sweat and someone else’s love. His hands tremble against your waist as he presses you to the wall, forehead to yours.

“You came here in his car,” he whispers against your lips, “just to leave me again?”

Your breath hitches.

Because even if you stay the night—even if—you know damn well what comes next.

You always go back to Connie.

Because Connie never makes you choose.

Connie never questions your loyalty.

Connie always treats you like you’re already his.

And Eren?

Eren wants a piece of your soul you’re just not ready to give.

You slip back into the mansion like nothing happened.

Connie’s already up, making coffee shirtless in his kitchen, diamond earrings glinting in the light.

He looks up and grins when he sees you.

“There she go,” he hums. “You sleep better now?”

You nod, curling into his chest like it’s instinct. Like home.

He kisses your temple. Smells your skin.

“You smell like my Baccarat.” he says with a slight laugh. “That’s good. Stay close today.”

And just like that—

You’re his again.

Like Eren never even existed.

It starts with a scroll.

You’re lounging in Connie’s bed again.

Bare legs tangled in thousand-thread count sheets, face bare, gold anklet twinkling on your ankle. He just stepped into the shower, humming something soft under his breath. You pick up your phone to kill time.

Open Instagram.

Eren’s story is first.

You almost don’t tap it. But your thumb moves before your heart can say no.

Click.

It’s the studio.

Lit red, hazy. Familiar.

You used to be in those stories.

Then the next one hits:

A girl.

She’s got almond-shaped nails—your length.

One hand is on Eren’s thigh. She’s got a silver ring just like the one he used to play with when you’d sit in his lap.

She’s wearing your hoodie. The grey one with the hole on the wrist from when you dropped the cherry from the blunt on it that one night.

And the way she looks at him?

It’s your look.

Playful. Possessive. Like she thinks she’s the only girl he’d ever let hear unreleased tracks and moan into his mic.

You freeze.

Because it’s not just the fact that he moved on.

It’s the fact that he cloned the experience you thought was special.

He replaced you—perfectly.

You don’t even realize Connie’s stepped out until you hear the towel hit the floor and his voice hum:

“You good, baby?”

You swallow. Lock your phone. “Mhm.”

He walks over, drops a kiss on your cheek dermal, then throws on some sweatpants. You sit there, quiet, teeth gnawing your lip. He notices.

Connie always notices.

“You been acting different since we came back from Cabo,” he says, rubbing lotion into his hands. “You tryna tell me something?”

You hesitate.

And then…

You do.

You tell him.

Not everything.

But enough.

That Eren wasn’t just a friend. That you were seeing him behind Connie’s back. That you stayed over once or twice. That it’s over now, but…

“…I just felt like I had to be honest,” you murmur, barely looking up.

And Connie?

He doesn’t yell.

Doesn’t raise his voice.

Doesn’t flinch.

He just… laughs. A single breath of air through his nose. Then he walks over, lifts your chin with two fingers, and looks you dead in the eye.

“Ma, you think I ain’t know?”

Your heart stops.

“I got eyes everywhere,” he says softly. “You think I don’t know who drives whose car at 3 AM? You think I ain’t seen that hoodie in my security footage when you walked back in?”

Your lips part. You can’t speak.

He leans in. Kisses your cheek—right where Eren never got to in the daylight.

“I let you play,” he says. “Let you get whatever that was out your system.”

You whisper, “You’re not mad?”

“Mad?” he chuckles. “Why the fuck would I be mad?”

He sits beside you, legs wide, chain swinging against his chest as he leans forward on his knees.

“I’m him. Always been. Still am. And that lil’ studio boy?” He shrugs. “Let him have his copy of you. I got the original.”

You blink fast, trying not to tear up.

“But I broke your trust—”

“Nah. You broke your own,” he says, turning his head just slightly. “You think I was out here wondering who you belong to? Baby, you the one that had to choose.”

He pulls you into his lap now, effortlessly.

“You back here, ain’t you?”

You nod.

He kisses your shoulder.

“Then act like it. Don’t ever let me catch you sad over a man that would trade you for a replica.”

You bury your face in his neck, trying to breathe.

Because the thing about Connie?

He don’t beg.

He don’t chase.

He knows his worth—and he reminds you of yours.

It’s a rooftop party in the city.

A friend of a friend’s birthday, the kind of scene where everybody’s dressed to be seen. Designer sunglasses even though it’s past sunset, champagne towers glistening under the mood lights, and the DJ spinning tracks that shake your ribs.

You look stupid good.

Slick ponytail, skin glowing, red ink flower sleeve on full display under a backless mini. Your dermals catching the light. Connie’s gold anklet on your ankle and his diamond chain around your neck.

He’s beside you, of course.

Buzzcut clean. Cuban link heavy. His hand on the small of your back like a claim, not a suggestion. You sip your drink, laugh at his joke, take pictures of him when he’s not looking.

It’s one of those nights that makes you forget everything that came before it.

Until you see him.

Eren.

Across the rooftop, leaned up near the bar. He’s in a fitted tee, cargo pants, messy bun. Silver rings and chunky silver chain. Arms crossed. But he’s not alone.

She’s with him.

The girl from the story.

And in person?

The similarities make your stomach twist.

Same almond-shaped nails.

Same lashes.

Same glossy lip

It’s eerie.

Like watching someone else play you on screen.

You watch as she leans into him. Whispers something.

He doesn’t smile.

You can see it now—how forced it is.

The way he holds her waist but doesn’t grab it.

The way his eyes drift—like he’s still looking for you in crowds.

You turn away. Sip your drink.

“You good?” Connie murmurs beside you.

You nod. “Yeah.”

But Connie sees him. He clocked Eren the second y’all stepped in.

He’s known. And he’s just been waiting.

Because later, when the moment’s right?

When Eren walks past to hit the bar again—alone—Connie meets him shoulder to shoulder.

No tension. No scene.

Just a smooth, quiet flex.

He leans in. Low enough that only Eren hears it.

“I’d be hurt too if I lost her.”

And then he walks away.

Back to you, hand on your lower back, kissing your temple as you laugh at whatever he just whispered.

Eren doesn’t look back.

He can’t.

Not when Connie’s got everything he couldn’t hold onto.

And that girl?

She still doesn’t know she’s the second version of something that was already perfect the first time.

The rooftop crowd has thinned a little.

Music’s mellowed, most people draped on velvet couches, leaning over dessert plates and half-drunk champagne glasses.

You’re at the railing, looking out over the city. Hair blowing gently in the breeze. Your mini dress hugging every curve. Fingers toying with the stem of your drink.

That’s when you feel it.

A presence behind you. Familiar.

You turn—

Eren.

No girl in sight now.

Just him. Hands in his pockets. Tired eyes. That chain you used to tug on when you were wrapped around him.

“Can I talk to you?” he asks, voice soft.

Not aggressive. Not messy.

Just tired.

You hesitate.

“…Eren, I don’t think—”

“Just five minutes.”

Your breath catches. You look around.

Connie’s a few feet away, chatting with someone near the bar, cool as ever.

But you know he sees this. He always sees.

Still… you nod.

Because you owe Eren five minutes. Maybe more.

You follow him to a quiet corner near the stairs. City lights behind you. Music far enough to sound like a memory.

Eren turns to you, jaw clenched. His voice low.

“I ain’t even mad at you anymore,” he says. “I just… I needed to see you.”

You stare at him.

“I see how he look at you,” he continues. “Like you gold. Like you made of air and fire. And I get it now—why you never let me post you, never let me have you. It was always him.”

You start to speak, but he shakes his head.

“I was angry. I wanted to replace you. But that girl? She not you. She don’t laugh the same. Don’t kiss me like she mean it. I hold her and still feel you.”

Your throat tightens.

“You said you missed me,” he says, voice breaking a little. “So why’d you stop fighting for it?”

You whisper, “Because I didn’t know how to love you without breaking someone.”

His eyes drop.

“You never broke him though,” he mutters.

And that’s when you feel it.

That warm hand on the curve of your waist.

The quietest flex.

Connie.

He’s behind you now. Calm. Collected. Not interrupting—just arriving.

You feel him lean in, voice brushing your ear.

“Everything cool here, mami?”

You nod slowly. “Yeah. We were just—”

“Done?” he finishes for you. Voice low but firm.

His eyes meet Eren’s.

No tension. No ego.

Just a silent warning.

Eren nods once. A slow, reluctant acceptance.

“Take care of her,” he says.

Connie doesn’t blink. Just tightens his grip on your waist.

“Always do.”

And with that, Eren walks away.

No tears.

No scenes.

Just the quiet sting of a man who knows he lost something real—and saw her get claimed right in front of him.

Connie turns you gently to face him.

“You good?” he asks, fingers brushing your cheek dermal.

You nod.

And he just kisses you. Slow. Full. Like punctuation. Like he’s sealing the ending himself.

Because he won.

Not because he tried harder.

But because you never had to question it with him

[f4irycafe]

eren with a peaceful girlfriend is a sight nobody thought they would ever see. known for getting into fights because someone looked at him the wrong way, all of his friends are so surpised when he brings around the nice girl who is kind to/loves everyone. you meditate in the mornings and evenings, journal your feelings, take walks in nature to ground yourself and then there's you rabbies infected dog (eren) who trails behind you everywhere you go. you definately have scary dog privileges.

don't get me wrong, you can bark and bite as well, one of the reasons eren loves you so much. for all your softness, when you rarely get pissed off no one even tries to argue with you, instead accepting their fate of being verbally eviscerated until you've cooled off. eren was on the receiving end of that rage once ... never again. its the type of voice that ur mom uses when shes mad at u, she doesn't even need to raise her voice to send shivers down ur spine and have u acting right quickkkkkkk.

now don't be fooled this peace came after a long period of also being crazy as fuck, but after seeing that crazy never did anything good for you, you learned to chill out. hopefully eren can learn some lessons from you :)

elle's thoughts: hey yall, thinking of writing an eren fic but i cant decide what kind of eren, vote if you've read this far hehe! im basically taking all my current hyper fixations and throwing them into one fic. this is my distraction from my thesis project lmao. but some of my recent watches so you can get the vibe are 13 reasons why (i forgot how much i fucking adore justin), dexter, landman, all american, the summer i turned pretty, and modern love.

[6slux]

ೃ⁀➷ intertwined—eren offers to let you practice braiding his hair.

.ᐟ fluff, drug usage (weed), bf!eren yeager

“rennie, can you please stop fidgeting?”, the bristles of your Hello Kitty brush made yet another pass through his nutmeg strands. a frustrated tug dragging his lazy neck back onto its slot against your pajama pants.

your living room was a cozy mess—pink cushions scattered across the fuzzy carpet and the faint scent of eren’s incense mingling with the lazy drift of smoke from his blunt. the moonlight flickered through the sheer curtains, casting a dimlit iridescence over the room as you both lounged in this safe haven you called home.

the victim in question was your lovely boyfriend eren. he swore his only intention was to pass by and bring you takeout from your favorite restaurant. somehow that led to asking about the video playing in your background. the next moment he was surpassing your doorstep and sitting on a pillow before your tv.

your sore fingertips paused to collect the remote and rewind the tutorial for what felt like the hundredth time. again—the stylist’s annoyingly chirpy introduction blared throughout your entire house.

then they were scrambling back to the side of eren’s slanted head. it’s a pace that seemed almost too impossible to keep up with. you sat crisscrossed behind eren who’s shirtless back leaned against the couch. his legs sprawled out and red eyes low-lidded from tranquility—or maybe the weed. your presence serenaded eren, and this just so happened to be the perfect excuse to be in it.

“ugh! okay…so i section it into three parts…”, you sheepishly whispered, more to yourself than to eren. he was all for being glued at the hip, but not if that meant you being this hard on yourself. “this is so humiliating. what girl doesn’t know how to do a simple braid—and at my big, old age on top of that”.

eren took a slow drag from the burning stick, a sympathetic smile plastered on his plump lips while he exhaled. “hey, you’ve got this,” he soothed you amidst the thick fog, words punctuated by lazy curls of smoke.

you huffed softly, more in self-beguilement than frustration. “thank you for both your cooperation and the kind words,” it was a light tease as you gently parted his hair with your comb, trying to mimic the swift motion on screen without entangling your own worries.

“eh, call it free therapy,” eren nodded stiffly, “plus you get to learn a new skill. it’s a win-win.” his high might’ve slurred every intricate thought that dared to hit his cloudy brain. including the fact that he’d been glued to your floor for nearly two hours. your own patience had thinned like a thread, fraying at the edges with every failed attempt at achieving the same smooth finish as the girl in the video. yet, comfort lingered as you both sported matching face masks. the thin sheet long dehydrated against both of your tired features. when he wasn’t scrolling through his phone, he kept ahold of your nearby knee.

up until that final section, each braid was knitted with the same undying dedication. the split worry of tugging too hard and keeping the pattern intact consuming you whole. your wrist’s rhythm settled into something ritualistic and steady, tying the ends together with a tighter grip. finally you tied off the last one.

an unknown breath you were holding escaped while eren clawed up the side of the couch. poor boy—his jelly limbs nearly collapsed before he stood tall again. a nervousness washed over you as he made his way to the mounted mirror. you make out the backside of his reflection, a look of flattery could be seen as he rotated his neck to check out your artwork. you’re no renowned hairstylist—each braid varied in tightness and thickness. some ends levitated off the nape of his neck while others conjoined the neighboring braid. but, all eren saw was your unmistakable handwork. he saw the countless hours you sacrificed to bunch each strand of hair into its own group.

eren’s pupils gleamed with sincerity, he adored your efforts. “babe, i love them,” he turned to you while swooning over his new hairdo, a rosy hue overtaking his cheeks. “they are absolutely perfect.”

your shoulders slouched as you took in the sight of his wonky, puffy hairline. you’d given this style every fiber your being could muster up, yet it wasn’t nearly as neat as the scene behind him. your heart fluttered at eren’s words, at the simple honesty and appreciation in his gaze. “but ren, they’re nothing like the video. they’re uneven and that one is literally falling apart in the back,” you pointed out, a hint of insecurity lingering in your tone.

“and that’s my favorite part,” he reassured, taking the cushion next to you and slipping a palm into yours. his legs stretched out as he leaned closer to nuzzle his nose into your neck. “this is you. that makes them better than any tutorial.”

for the first time all night a smile crept onto your face. a genuine display of how soft his words had you. you gave eren’s hand one last squeeze before bringing your digits back to his head. one swipe along the top allowed you to feel all the authentic imperfections that were misplaced hairs and lopsided linework. these mismatched braids were every bit of you— delicate, rough, flawed…yet complete.

as eren settled into his spot, your head dipped down to his shoulder. his familiar scent, the mixture of lingering aromatics, and your closeness made everything feel just right. it didn’t need to be a masterpiece; it simply needed to be yours. intertwined in ways beyond braids, these were the kind of memories you cherished forever.

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love island — aot edition !

✎ᝰ — aot boys on love island

★ — eren, connie, reiner, jean x reader

★ — genre + warnings: fluff + boys being boys, casa amor, connie and reiner are the REAL lover boys and no one can change my mind !!!

★ — a/n: i have a bat boys version on my other blog :)

꒰ EREN JAEGER ꒱

ꔛ everyone’s favorite pretty boy or highkey most hated in america, no in between. I feel like he’ll be either very miguel codex or slightly rob coded, aka either open asf or an “onion”

ꔛ he was quite friendly and engaged himself with everyone, platonically or romantically. he gave like a brotherly vibe or “best friend’s brother” vibe

ꔛ butttt I will say that eren was a bombshell that EVERY girl was swooning for and loved all the attention that he got. he was being indecisive on which girl he’d couple with cause he really wanted to get to know everyone

ꔛ a lot of people in america either disliked the way eren moved in the villa or understood where he was coming from. he honestly has tried multiple connections but it seems like none can click in a way that he wanted, no matter how much he tried :/

ꔛ as days and couplings pass, eren decides on the person that was for him, another new bombshell that everyone loved as well. your aura was radiating soft colors, friendly, kind, and a safe space for eren. ever since then, eren has been nothing but smiles, laughs, and always exuding soft love towards his couple

ꔛ with you, he felt like he could see himself in the end, make your relationship official, and show you off. he’s always smiling after you guy’s chats, talking about the outside world and expressing how much he adores you, slight flirting here and there but that’s typical eren

ꔛ every time you guys recoupled, eren’s speeches were short and sweet. some of them weren’t his best but it was still cute how he tries to express himself for you

ꔛ neowwww casa amor, I fear all his respect flew out the window and he just did his own thing. did he think about his couple from time to time? sort of….but he did excuse himself by saying he was testing yall connection (typical male behavior). though, during the casa recoupling he felt his heart drop when he came back with another girl and saw you standing all by themselves, dolled up and waiting with open arms. just to be embarrassed by this man and the girl who stole all his attention

ꔛ for days, he would try to win you back but he started feeling like there was no going back after casa. he made breakfast, wrote cute notes, talk to your friends, any and everything he tried all he can to win them back. in the end, he accepted his actions, the feelings he hurt, and broke it off with the girl he brought back. even after that, he kept up with the little actions to show how sorry he is and slowly won his way into america’s heart :)

ꔛ in the end, eren got eliminated before the final 4. he wasn’t mad at it, sulked a bit cause he’ll miss his friends and all the amazing people he met but he does understand why he didn’t make it to the end. also gave himself time to enjoy you in the real world and potentially become a real couple

꒰ CONNIE SPRINGER ꒱

ꔛ oh connie, the lover everyone wants in their lives. he’s so kordell coded, it’s actually sick just thinking about it; he’s charming, sweet, patient, and funny asf. he was america’s favorite boy and you can tell he definitely didn’t mind the attention

ꔛ I would say he’s an og and got along well with everyone, however didn’t really have a connection. he was in a couple but that didn’t necessarily work out and it kinda broke him, he thought he was gonna be eliminated and don’t experience the love he deserves :/

ꔛ but God bless, you came in as a bombshell and stole that boy’s heart quickly. the boys teased him about how they can practically see heart eyes in connie’s eyes as you entered, but can you blame him? you were stunning, your outfit fitted you well, and your beauty made his pound, he thought he could it for a second

ꔛ ever since you entered, he was all over you and pulling you into multiple chats. he really wanted to get to know you and beg that there could be something between the two of you and there was! it wasn’t there initially but as time passed, you felt giddy when you saw him :)

ꔛ throughout your time with him, he would rave on about how much he adores you, compliment your appearance and personality, doing everything in his willpower to show how much he genuinely likes you. he didn’t force himself on you, he gave you enough space and let you figure out where you stand with him

ꔛ the first time, y’all coupled together, oh that boy was grinning ear to earrrrrr. your speech wowed him and made him fall for you even more. as he approached you, and spun you around, he just can’t get over you he can’t help it. it feels like bright colors and giddiness as he was around you

ꔛ oh casa amor was his BIGGEST villain. he contemplated on staying but the boys convinced him that this will be like a mini vacation from the villa, trust them!! oh how he wish he didn’t listen…

ꔛ casa was fun and he did enjoy the girls that he met, he kept his distance as well and tried to respect himself for those three days. however this one girl was just temptation in a bikini; batting her eyes, touching him in all the right places, knowing exactly what to say to win cornelius over and I fear it worked….

ꔛ one kiss outside challenges and connie became allured by this girl. his hands on her body, enjoyed being sweet talk by her, being clouded by everything she says and does. well, ‘til the morning after, he wakes up and realizes how great of a mess he made for himself. he kissed another girl which lead him into a slight panic cause he won’t know how you’ll handle the news; his heart dropped to his ass when he realized how much he disrespected you

ꔛ the recoupling after casa wasn’t the prettiest, even when he didn’t walk in with ole girl. he did enough in casa and bringing that girl back would’ve done more collateral damage. however, when he received news that you knew what happened, he knew he couldn’t recover from it. he became apologetic as you stood there with an emotion that was anything but excited or happy to see him

ꔛ he spent, and I mean DAYSSSSS, winning you back. he would try what eren did and he went above and beyond to win you back. cooking you breakfast, apologizing daily, write notes, pull you for a chat and try to explain himself, tell you how much he missed you during casa, and try to convince you how sorry he was. it hurts him extremely that you’re upset with him instead of joking and smiling with him like you guys used to, and he was even more hurt when he found out how much you cried while casa and after casa

ꔛ america screamed at you to please take him back cause he’s trying to prove himself that he does like you and didn’t wanna hurt you like he did. y/n pleaseeeee take him back, he’s been silently sobbing in his bed for four days cause he missed you :(

ꔛ the recoupling where you did forgive him, oh he almost lost it (in a good way). he almost cried when you chose him cause he misses your presence, your chats, your beauty, everything about you and no one could have replaced that for him. he didn’t want any chance to ruin what y’all built AGAIN, no matter how tempting

ꔛ connie made it to the final four and won WOOOOOO!!! america already loved him but the dedication and his authenticity to win you back made the perfect love story to win america over. I mean who doesn’t love male groveling ;) ?

꒰ REINER BRAUN ꒱

ꔛ THE BIG, SOFT BLONDIE <33333. he’s kind, sweet, a great helper, extremely understanding, and always there for others. he grew such great bonds with everyone and everyone in the villa loved him from day one

ꔛ an og in the villa that seems to be the most favorited but can you blame them? plus, he wears his heart on his sleeve and isn’t afraid to express himself with every person he’s interested in. he enjoyed his chats with everyone but he enjoyed yours the most, you bring this sort of energy that reiner can’t point out but adores it so well

ꔛ he instantly clicked with you from day one and expressed how much he’s interested in getting to know you. ever since then, you guys were joint at the hip and barely leaving each other’s side, and everyone in the villa always comment how much you two complement each other as you’re together

ꔛ he held your hand during your chats, let you lay on him, give you his full attention, giving you everything you need to know how much he’s invested in you. small compliments, breakfast with your fave drink, made you fruit bowls for snacks, given massages here and there, gave you small kisses, the list can go on how much reiner did for you

ꔛ every time the guys joked about how down bad reiner is, he just took it and agreed. he doesn’t mind being mister romantic for his couple, even after bombshells would pull him for dates and/or chats. he always found himself running back to you <3

ꔛ america’s lover boy and they couldn’t hate him one bit and the amount of fangirls he got? oh goodness, now everyone wants a reiner in their life

ꔛ oh reiner hated casa amor, he liked that he let himself experience it but one kiss outside challenges made you realize how much he missed you. he missed being your arms, he missed your smile, he missed your presence that brought him an immense amount of comfort and happiness. he could barely bare being without you

ꔛ thankfully, all the casa girls gave up and stopped trying to go after him from how much he sulked about missing you

ꔛ after casa was a bit….off. reiner was a bit anxious to tell you that he kissed someone and was scared that you were gonna leave him, he couldn’t let that happen! he worked up the courage to tell you and was ready to accept any sort of punishment that could come, including being apologetic until he was back on your good graces

ꔛ you and reiner ended up either being runners up or the winners! america couldn’t get enough of this big softie who had so much admiration and respect for his couple. he didn’t mind the results, he was just ready to get out the villa and make everything official with you <3

꒰ JEAN KIRSTEIN ꒱

ꔛ at first, america wasn’t really a fan of jean, just like with eren. came off a bit conceited but that ddin’t stop anyone to explore jean and they very much didn’t regret it

ꔛ I would say jean is also an og who quickly hit it off with the guys. some of the girls, not as quick or not as close as he wished to be. there was one person whom he wished he hit it off but it just couldn’t click for a period of time (you)

ꔛ it kinda hurt jean a bit that you guys didn’t get along romantically but it didn’t stop him from wanting to explore you with every chance he got. he’d pull you for chats, do small, romantic gestures, anything to get you

ꔛ even as he was coupled up, he made it clear that he was still open until the recoupling where the boys chose. oh jean was elated to be ready to pick you, his speech was so pretty and emphasized his growing crush on you

ꔛ as episodes passed on, they realized how much of a sweetheart jean is. his recoupling speeches were always thought out and held nothing back. he also made it a habit to kiss your cheek every time you guys recoupled

ꔛ there was a time where a bombshell stole jean and he did explore her. however, that was short filled and fizzled into just friends, mans was just too stuck on you

ꔛ mannnn, casa amor, oh casa amor. he didn’t mind going to casa, as he approached it with the mindset that he was just testing yall relationship, right? wrong! those three days lead to jean explore in a way that even he didn’t expect out of him. it’s not that he didn’t care about his couple but he sure tricked himself into that he was testing himself and boy did he fail!!!

ꔛ to make things worse than he already is, he brought a girl back like wtf. as you stood there, looking stunning waiting for jean, he brings in a girl and your heart shattered. you thought he genuinely liked you but now it seems to be a different reality of who jean is

ꔛ jean didn’t explain himself, he tried to but every excuse had himself look lousy. he gave up and couldn’t even look in you the eyes. a tear trickled down on his face as he realized the the damage he has done

ꔛ time after casa, he would give you space but still pull you to tell you how sorry he is. at times, he would ditch his chosen casa girl to apologize and show how sorry he is. additionally, he was quick to cut things off with the girl which didn’t end well…

ꔛ you would question if he was being genuine and did he ever think about you during casa. he said he did and he completely regrets casa for even existing. he spent days upon days to show remorse for what he has done. he didn’t need to and shouldn’t have tested yall connection just to prove something to himself, and he knew that

ꔛ he started to lose faith that he might lose you forever, around the villa sulking and being lowly. even as the boys encouraged him, he couldn’t bear to accept their advice and would instead go to your friends to figure out what to do

ꔛ you did take him back after one night where yall sat in soul ties and he explained how heavy his heart felt from potentially losing you, sighs coming out when he saw that your doesn’t light up when you see him, or how you would dump him and be with another man. it was a hefty speech that that included extreme emotions, ‘I miss you’, ‘please take me back’, lengthy explanations on why you’re the one he wants and not the other girl, how he would change for himself and you. he’s saying anything so you could take him back and thankfully it worked in his favor

ꔛ in the end, jean ended up in third place :). he enjoyed his time in the villa and felt like he came out as better person, to himself and to you. after the villa, you guys continued to grow what you had and became official in the way of a beautiful picnic and a heartfelt love letter

𖥻 I miss writing for aot BADDDDDDD. like yall don’t understand how much I miss writing for my babies 😣

𖥻 here’s how I see it. connie is kordell, reiner is kenny but white, and eren is miguel. change my mind !!

𖥻 I wanted to make connie and reiner’s longer but had to stop myself 🧍🏽‍♀️. blame champagne coast by blood orange

𖥻 bye babes, drink your water and I love you MWAH 💕

𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐏 💗: ephesians 3:20-21. glory to be God, I love Him so much

© 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟦 𝗋𝗒𝗇𝖿𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗌. 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽

[vantetaes]

FRIDAY NIGHT LIGHTS🫧🥂

ATHLETE ONYANKOPON X TUTOR BLACK FEM READER

SUMMARY!!! yn is forced to tutor her colleges golden boy, onyankopon

WARNINGS!!! slow burn, enemies to lovers, mild vougerism, pet names

on a rainy tuesday, the sky hangs low and gray, smothering the campus in a damp chill.

you’re sitting in the library, tucked into a corner where the light from a nearby lamp casts a golden glow across the wooden table. books and papers are scattered in front of you, your pen tapping rhythmically against the spine of a well-worn calculus textbook. the library is quiet except for the faint hum of the central heating and the soft rustle of pages being turned.

then, you hear it. heavy footsteps, a bag dragging along the polished floors. you glance up to see onyankopon striding in, his broad shoulders swaying under a damp varsity jacket. his forehead still wet from the rain, beads of water slipping down his neck and soaking into the collar of his gray hoodie and his large jeweled necklace. his black sweatpants hang low on his hips, the fabric wrinkled and casual.

he doesn’t even apologize as he plops into the chair across from you, his duffel bag hitting the floor with a loud thud. a few drops of water splashing into your work surface.

his presence is immediate, commanding, and unwelcome.

“you’re late.” you say flatly, folding your arms.

he doesn’t look at you as he leans back, his long legs stretching out beneath the table.

“yeah, well, traffic. i’m here now. isn’t that what matters?”

“not when you’re fifteen minutes late. i could be doing something better than this.” you push the calculus textbook toward him, your tone clipped.

“let’s just get started. i don’t have time to waste.”

“psht- sure.” he mumbles lowly, spreading legs wider, leaning back in his chair, arms tucked into his hoodie pocket, hood shielding his eyes.

“you’re awfully cocky for someone failing calculus.” he rears up, eyes narrowing at you.

“and you have a lot of mouth for a tutor.” his frame began leaning forward, his irritating smile beginning to form across his lips.

“be an asshole all you want. i’m what’s separating you and the championship. i separate you and your incompetent little scouts. watch what you say.” his eyes relax from shooting daggers, instead of look of defeat crossing.

“open your book to 215.”

-

the first few sessions are a disaster.

he spends more time cracking jokes and scrolling on his phone, flirting with the library assistants. rather than actually studying. half-listening, scribbling answers in the margins of his workbook with barely any effort.

you were stuck in a loop of wanting to rip the boys head off and reassuring yourself that this would look good on your record.

“what’s the point of this, anyway?” he mutters late one evening, slouched over the table in his usual hoodie, varsity jacket combo and sweatpants.

the library’s soft lighting and sunset through the large windows makes his skin look warm, his dark brown eyes glinting with something that isn’t quite interest but isn’t boredom either. licking his plump lips as he goes to lean back in the chair, pen tucked behind his ear.

“not like i’m not gonna use this in real life.”

“knowing you, maybe not.” you reply, your voice sharp, placing the tip of your red pen down on his paper, marking everything wrong on his sheet.

“but for now, you’ll use it to keep playing football. or do you want to sit out the champs because you couldn’t be bothered to learn how to integrate a function? all the money your parents spend for you to go here, make use.” your tone was straight and nonchalant. sliding over the paper to the man as if it’s confidential files. his eyes scan all the red x’s and o’s. noticing it was the majority of his work.

“do you always talk like this? no wonder no one sits with you in class.” he gives you a look, one eyebrow raised.

the words sting, but you don’t let it show.

“nigga we’re grown. this isn’t high school anymore, onyankopon. maybe people would like you more if you weren’t so fucking obnoxious.”

his grin is infuriating, lips stretching across his face. letting out a chuckle.

“oh, they like me just fine, sweetheart.”

“and i hope to be as delusional as you someday.”

despite your attitude towards each other, you find yourself noticing small things about him.

the way he fiddles with the drawstring of his hoodie when he’s frustrated. index finger and thumb nipping at the metal tips. the way his voice softens, just barely, when he asks you to explain something again, pushing his glasses up. breath hitching when you slide from your side of the table casually, the fabric of your sweater falling slightly over your shoulder. he thought you smelled like fresh baked cookies, maybe a contrast with the way your attitude was. you’d notice the faint scar above his left eyebrow, visible only when the light from the library’s lamp hits it just right.

one day, the library is too crowded, filled to the brim with worried college students, and he suggests meeting in his dorm instead. you hesitate but agree, figuring it’ll be easier than finding another spot in the cramped exam season.

when you arrive, his room is a mess. clothes tossed over the back of a chair, textbooks and playbooks stacked haphazardly on his desk, the faint scent of cologne and sweat lingering in the air.

“sorry about the mess. been trying to keep up with everything.” he says, scratching the back of his neck. he’s wearing a fitted black t-shirt and joggers today, hair protected in a dark maroon durag. his feet padding softly against the carpet as he moves to clear his clothes from his bed to his laundry basket tucked into his closet.

you couldn’t help but notice he’s moving erratically, eyes and hands unable to find a steady place to stay.

“onyankopon.” you reply, setting your bag down. “we can always reschedule, maybe you’re working yourself too hard.”

“no. we can do it just let me straighten up, swear.” your eyes drift from the man rushing to clean, to a pile of crushed red bulls, celcius cans, and empty americano cups. his calendar was packed full of activities and sports events he was mandated to attend. lists of exams growing. he’s running on nothing but caffeine.

“onyankopon.” you say, crossing your arms, your voice tight with concern.

“you’re running on nothing but coke and sheer panic.”

he laughs, though it’s short and breathless, as if acknowledging the truth in your words would be admitting defeat.

“nah, i’m fine. i’ve got it. i always do.”

you don’t respond right away, instead watching as he swipes stray clothes off the only other chair in the room and dumps them onto his bed. his hands move quickly with hangers, his jaw tight, his movements too sharp to be natural. you realize it’s not just the caffeine, it’s everything. the weight of expectations. the need to perform, to stay on top.

“sit down.” you finally say, your voice firm.

“what?” he looks up, his dark eyes blinking in confusion.

“sit. down.” you gesture to his unmade bed, the rumpled gray sheets twisted like he hadn’t gotten a good night’s sleep in weeks.

“take five minutes to breathe before you collapse. i’m serious.”

“i don’t have time to—” he hesitates, his fingers twitching like they’re itching to pick up something else, to keep moving, to do anything other than pause.

“make time. you can’t keep going like this.” you cut him off, your tone sharper than you intend.

his shoulders sag, and for the first time, you see a crack in the cocky, untouchable facade he always wears. slowly, he sinks onto the edge of the bed, his elbows resting on his knees as he rubs a hand down his face.

“it’s just… a lot,” he admits, his voice quieter now.

“if i don’t keep up, i’ll fall behind. and if i fall behind- then…”

“then what?” you press, stepping closer.

“the world ends? the team loses one player for a game? you fail a test? what’s the worst that happens?”

“everyone’s counting on me.” he says, the words heavy.

“the team, the coaches, the professors. hell, even my parents. if i screw this up-” voice cracking, he trails off, shaking his head.

you feel something in your chest twist, a mixture of frustration and sympathy. you’d always seen onyankopon as larger than life, the guy who has it all together. but here he was, cracking under the weight of his own perfectionism.

“look-” you say, your voice softer now. “i get it. people expect a lot from you. but you can’t give them anything if you’re running on fumes, onya. you need to take care of yourself too, okay?”

he looks up at you, his dark eyes searching yours, and for a moment, he’s quiet. then, he gives a small, tired smile.

“you’re bossy, you know that?”

“you’re stubborn.” you counter, sitting down across from him and sliding your notebook back into the bag.

“im serious though. drink some water, eat something. we can pick up next week before exams start.”

as the week goes by, something shifts. it’s subtle at first: he starts showing up on time, asking questions that prove he’s actually been paying attention. during one session, you catch him staring at you. not in his usual teasing way, but with an expression you can’t quite place.

“what?” you snap, your cheeks warming under his gaze.

“nothing. just wondering what you’d look like if you smiled once in a while.” he shrugs, his lips curving into a small smile.

“maybe i’d smile more if you got an answer right for once.” you shoot back, jokingly tapping the side of his face. there’s no real venom in your tone.

one evening in his dorm, with BRENT FAIYAZ playing softly in the background on his laptop. he surprises you by pulling out a red notebook filled with neatly written equations.

“i’ve been practicing.” he says, his voice almost shy.

“you… did this on your own?” you blink a few times, caught off guard. fingers flipping carefully through the work.

“yeah. figured you’d yell at me less if i tried.”

for the first time, you see a different side of him. he’s still cocky, still quick with a comeback, but there’s something vulnerable beneath the surface. it’s infuriating, how much you notice.

you find yourself in his dorm again. the rain is pounding against the window, the room dimly lit by the glow of a desk lamp. onyankopon sits across from you, his hoodie pulled low over his curls. he’s focused on the textbook in front of him, his jaw tight as he works through a problem.

you don’t know why, but your chest tightens at the sight of him like this. serious, determined, and quiet in a way that feels rare.

“you’re getting it.” you say softly, and his head snaps up.

“yeah?” his voice is quieter than usual, almost hesitant.

“yeah.” you smile, just a little. “you’ll pass.”

he leans back, exhaling deeply. “good. because i don’t think i could’ve done this without you.”

you wave him off, trying to ignore the way your heart skips at his words. “just focus on your game tomorrow.”

but he doesn’t look away, his dark eyes fixed on yours. “i mean it. you’ve been there for me when no one else was.”

your breath catches, and for a moment, the space between you feels charged, electric. but you force yourself to look away, gathering your things. “you should get some rest.”

he doesn’t stop you as you leave, but the look in his eyes stays with you long after you’ve gone.

-

the stadium is alive with energy, the roar of the crowd vibrating through the crisp autumn air. the bright lights cut through the darkness, illuminating the field where onyankopon moves like he was made for this.

you’re watching from the sidelines, surrounded by screaming fans and teammates pacing anxiously, but your eyes never leave him. he’s electric tonight, faster than you’ve ever seen him, his body a blur of black and gold as he weaves through defenders. every throw is perfect, spiraling through the air before landing seamlessly in the hands of his receivers. he’s playing like a man possessed, like this is his destiny.

and maybe it is.

the final play unfolds in slow motion. clock winding down, onyankopon dodging two defenders, the pocket collapsing around him, but instead of panicking, he pivots. his cleats dig into the turf as he launches the ball downfield, his arm a perfect arc of muscle and control. the last second. the crowd holds its breath as the receiver leaps, fingers grazing the ball before pulling it into his chest.

touchdown.

the stadium erupts.

the scoreboard cements the victory, and just like that, they’ve won. the team rushes the field, helmets flying off, bodies colliding in embraces and back slaps. onyankopon stands at the center of it all, arms raised, grinning so wide it’s blinding.

you should leave. you should turn away now that your job is technically over. he passed his classes, he made it to the championship, he didn’t need you anymore. but your feet stay rooted to the ground. because despite everything, despite the way he frustrates you and how complicated everything had become, you can’t bring yourself to look away.

but neither can he.

even in the chaos, in the middle of his teammates hoisting him up like he’s their king, his eyes find you. just for a second. just long enough for something unspoken to pass between you.

with a big smile and both thumbs high, you just smile at the man.

then, suddenly, he’s swarmed. scouts in expensive suits push through the crowd, hands outstretched, voices blending together in a frenzy of opportunity.

they’re speaking fast, throwing out numbers, offers, futures that sound too big to be real. you watch as coaches shake his hand, as reporters shove microphones in his face, as his teammates thump his back with shouts of -

“that’s the nfl calling your name, bro!”

“the girls gone love this shit!”

“let’s go drink!”

-

the campus bar is packed, overflowing with students buzzing from the victory, their energy vibrating through the dimly lit space. the neon signs overhead cast a hazy glow over the crowd, bottles clinking together, voices raised in laughter and celebration over the music.

you sit at the bar, half-hidden in the shadows, nursing a drink that burns just enough to dull the tightness in your chest. your fingers trace the rim of the glass as you watch groups of students in jerseys throwing back shots, replaying onyankopon’s best plays on the tiny bar tvs like they hadn’t just witnessed them firsthand.

you should be happy. you should be celebrating too. after all, he won. he got everything he wanted.

so why does it feel like something in your chest is unraveling?

you tip your glass back, finishing the rest of your drink in one go. the ice pressing against your lips yet the warmth spreading through you like a slow burn.

“another?” the bartender asks, eyeing you curiously. almost concerned with the solemn expression that rest on your face.

you nod, sliding your glass toward her.

“yeah. something way stronger please. everclear if you have it.”

“sorry we don’t carry jet fuel.” she jokes, reaching across the counter to grab your empty glass.

the doors swing open, and the energy in the bar shifts instantly. the football team floods in, a wave of jerseys and victory-fueled adrenaline, their presence consuming the space like they own it. someone starts chanting onyankopon’s name, and the whole bar picks it up, the sound rising above the music, shaking the walls.

he walks in at the center of it all, his championship hoodie slung over his broad shoulders, his jersey still clinging to him from the game. his chain catches the light as he moves, bright white teeth grinning, dapping up teammates, accepting the endless praise with that same easy confidence.

he looks good. he always does. but there’s something sharper about him tonight. something almost restless in the way his eyes sweep across the room.

then, he sees you.

you’re still at the bar, fingers wrapped loosely around your drink, your posture relaxed but your gaze unreadable. you don’t cheer, don’t chant his name like the rest of them. you just watch, eyes batting at him and somehow, that unsettles him more than anything else.

without a word, he starts moving toward you. almost like he was gravitated towards you.

“onyan, where you going man? they wanna take shots.” one of his teammates calls, arms thrown over two girls. a small smirk crossing his face. but onyankopon barely hears him.

“shouldn’t you be celebrating with them?” you glance up when he reaches you, arching a brow.

he leans against the bar, close enough that you can smell the faint mix of cologne and sweat still clinging to him.

“i could ask you the same thing.” he says, voice low over the noise. you take a slow sip of your drink.

“i am celebrating.” he huffs a quiet laugh.

“yeah? you don’t look like it.”

“guess i don’t have as much to celebrate as you do.” you shrug, swirling the liquid in your glass, watching the ice clink against the sides.

the words shouldn’t sting, but they do.

onyankopon watches you for a long moment, then reaches past you, grabbing a random shot from the bar. he downs it quickly, barely flinching at the burn before setting the glass down with a quiet thud.

“go back, they’re waiting for you.” your finger points past the man to a group of guys staring at him and you. some of them smiling at you while others stare confused.

“ma, stop acting like this. y’know i appreciate you helping me, i couldn’t have done this without you. im serious.” his hand shoots out, taking hold of yours, bringing it up to place a small kiss on your knuckles. eyes never leaving yours.

“come take one drink with us and the you c -“ yanking your hand back, the man’s big brown eyes widen.

“baby! there you are!”

your fingers tighten around your glass as a girl slides up to onyankopon, wrapping her arms around his bicep like she belongs there.

her black minidress riding up her ass as she pressed against the man. but she’s pretty. long, sleek hair, manicured nails pressing lightly into the side of his face.

kirsten.

you’ve seen her before, walking across campus in his hoodies, sitting front row at his games, in pictures tagged on his instagram.

your stomach turns, but your face remains impassive.

“uh, hey.” onyankopon tenses, like he wasn’t expecting her, but he recovers fast. she looks up at him, pouting.

“you disappeared right after the game! i’ve been looking everywhere for you. even came by the locker room.” then, as if just noticing you, she turns, her eyes scanning you from head to toe.

her smile is polite. too polite.

“who’s this?”

before onyankopon can answer, you set your glass down and meet her gaze head-on.

“yn.”

her brows lift slightly, like the name rings a bell.

“oh-” she hums, the realization clicking in her head. she looks at onyankopon. “the tutor?”

there’s something about the way she says it that makes your jaw clench. like she’s filing you away into something insignificant.

“girl- yes. the tutor. the whole reason your fuck buddy was even able to play tonight.” you exhale slowly, keeping your tone even.

onyankopon mutters something under his breath, running a hand down his face, but kirsten just smiles, saccharine-sweet.

“right, of course. i heard you helped him so much.”

“i did, how did you?.” you arch a brow.

her smile tightens, and for a second, the two of you just stare at each other, an entire silent conversation happening in the space between. neither of you back down.

onyankopon shifts beside you, clearly uncomfortable.

“kirsten, not now.” he mutters.

but she ignores him, tilting her head at you.

“it’s just funny. you’re acting all… close, but you’re just his tutor.”

your lips part, and you could let it go. you should let it go. but the exhaustion from the last few weeks, the emotions simmering under your skin, the alcohol in your system. it all catches up to you.

you lean in slightly, voice smooth but firm.

“ha! kirs baby... you’re acting all secure, but you had to come find him.”

her smile vanishes.

onyankopon lets out a low, exasperated- “oh, fuck.”

“do you need that?” she asks, about to start taking her earrings until onyankopon started to scold the girl.

the bar suddenly feels too loud, too crowded, too full of people pretending not to watch the tension unfold. you sigh, shaking your head, suddenly too tired for this. reaching into your purse, you throw down a fifty dollar bill and snatch your jacket off the back of the chair.

“enjoy your night, superstar .” you say, voice quieter now, pushing in between the couple.

and this time, when you walk away, you don’t stop.

-

the pounding on your door is relentless. heavy, urgent, like whoever’s on the other side has no intention of leaving until you open up.

you groan, burying your face deeper into your pillow, willing whoever it is to go away. but the knocking only gets louder, more insistent.

“yn! open the damn door!”

your eyes snap open. you recognize that voice instantly. deep, slightly hoarse, impatient. onyankopon.

you drag yourself out of bed, throwing on the nearest sweatshirt, slipping on your slippers, your head still hazy from last night’s drinks. your legs are heavy as you trudge toward the door, stomach twisting with a mix of exhaustion and irritation. the knocks still persistent.

the second you yank it open, he’s there, standing in your doorway like he owns the place. his hoodie is pulled up over his waves, his sweatpants hanging low on his hips, like he left in a hurry.

his eyes. dark, intense, scan over you, taking in the oversized sweatshirt swallowing your frame. lashes disheveled, your bare legs, bonnet secured on your head, the clear signs that you just woke up. eyes narrowed at him, sleep still collecting at the corners.

something flickers across his face, gone too fast for you to catch.

“jesus, onyankopon. why you knocking like the fucking police? barely morning.” you mutter, rubbing your temple, wiping your eyes. he frowns down at you, flipping his apple watch up.

“it’s noon.”

“…oh.”

he exhales sharply, jaw clenching.

“can i come in?”

you hesitate, debating slamming the door in his face just to make a point. but there’s something about the way he looks- frustrated, tired, guilty. that makes you sigh and step aside.

he brushes past you, pacing across your living room like he doesn’t know what to do with himself. you cross your arms, watching him, waiting.

finally, he stops, turning to face you.

“about last night—” you cut him off.

“you don’t have to explain.”

“yeah, i do.” his voice is firm. “you left before i could.”

you huff a humorless laugh.

“what was there to explain? your bitch came looking for you, you let her hang all over you, and then she tried to play in my fucking face. sounds pretty clear to me.”

“she’s not my fucking girlfriend.” he scrubs a hand down his face, exhaling hard.

“wow! could’ve fooled the hell outta me.” you blink.

“yn, i swear to god! i. am. not. with. her!” he looks at you, exasperated, hands held out pleading for your warmth.

“she’s not- we were a thing, yeah, but we broke up weeks ago. she just- she doesn’t take ‘no’ for an answer.” he shakes his head, frustrated. you stare at him, skeptical.

“and what, you just let her? let her claim you, let her act like i was nothing? was her dumb ass helping you pass a class you knew you shouldn’t have signed up for in the first place? you could never be my nigga.”

his expression tightens.

“i wasn’t thinking. i was caught off guard. and then you and her started—”

“that, and i just—fuck, i handled it wrong, okay?” he gestures vaguely.

“all this fucking stuttering. yeah, no shit. you chose her last night when you let the weirdo talk to me crazy.” you scoff.

“i don’t want her, ma. i swear, i need you to believe me.” he steps closer, lowering his voice.

“good for you.” your breath catches, but you keep your face neutral.

“no.” he shakes his head, his eyes locked onto yours. he’s towering over you and all you can smell is his cologne and laundry detergent. his head still hooded, lips shining under the low light of your apartment.

“you don’t get it.” he moves even closer, his voice quieter now, more serious.

“i don’t want her. i want you.”

“prove it.”

he wastes no time bending down and attaching your lips to his.

“mm-! i didn’t have time to brush my teeth!” you whine, letting him snake his large hands under your sweatshirt. his trimmed nails running up and down your waist. his lips venture down the side of your neck, humming before pulling away.

“mama, i’ve wanted you for the last two months, i don’t give a damn.”

his lips move against yours with urgency, all heat and frustration, his hands sliding up your back, pulling you even closer until there’s no space left between you.

your fingers dig into his hoodie, gripping the fabric as he backs you up against the wall, his knee slipping between your thighs like he belongs there. the heat of him, the sheer size of him, has your breath hitching, your heart pounding so loud you swear he can hear it.

he breaks away just enough to look at you, his breathing uneven, his eyes dark and intense.

“you sure?”

you don’t answer with words. instead, you fist your hands into his hoodie and pull him back in, crashing your mouth against his like you’re making up for lost time.

that’s all the permission he needs.

he groans into the kiss, one hand cupping your jaw, the other sliding down to grip your hip, his fingers pressing into the soft skin just beneath the hem of your sweatshirt. his thumb brushes over the curve of your waist, slow, like he’s memorizing every inch of you.

your body reacts before your mind can catch up, your back arching, pressing yourself against him. the friction makes you gasp, and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue past your lips, deepening the kiss, swallowing the small sound you make.

he tastes like mint and something else, something undeniably him, and it has your head spinning, your knees weak.

his hoists you up, rushing down the hall with your lips connected. pushing open your bedroom door, he carefully places you on the bed. hands eagerly paw at your sweatshirt, getting it off over your head.

“let me take care of you, baby.” you watch as he climbed onto the bed, bending to attach his lips to your swollen nipples. his other hand comes up, dragging along your frame, taking hold of your other breast. he gently massages, rolling your nipple in between his thumb and middle finger.

mouth agape, all you can do is grab at his large arms, trying to ground yourself to anything. he removes his mouth with a ‘pop’, sliding down to your stomach. he places a few kisses, eyes locked on yours as he proceeds down.

the warmth of his mouth over your clothed heat is enough to have your eyes closing in anticipation. his places a kiss, using his hands to hook the sides of your underwear. in one swift motion, your pink underwear were draped over your tv.

when he started you couldn’t stop him. like a wild animal, his tongue lapping up your juices as his mouth sucks and bites at your core. he’s humming, using his free hands to feel every inch of your body, every bump, mark, mole, he needed to know all of you.

“oouu- shit! onya just like that.” the large digits of his middle and ring finger pump in and out of you, feeling your gummy, warm wall clenching around him. his tongue playing slowly with your clit, eyes rolling to the back of his head at how good you taste.

he always wondered how you’d look under him.

every assignment, every session in the library, it took him all his might not to bend you over his calculus book and fuck the shit out of you.

showing up in your skims or iamgia two pieces, the fabric fitting snug against your smooth skin. how everytime you got close to show him how to work an equation, the smell of coco butter, vanilla, and hair oil would fill his space. he loved heading to practice, music barely playing as his thoughts ran rapid throughout the drive.

and now he has you.

pad of his fingers press up against the small sponges texture at the back of your heat, tongue lapping at the bud with a sense of hunger. in the light of your room, you can see your slick and his spit covering his face. coating the neck if his hoodie. hands dart out to grab the closest thing to brace yourself. the coil in your stomach burning heavy, shaking with every pump of the man’s fingers.

“i feel that shit. you’re such a good girl for me baby, let it go. mm- let me take it, ma.”

-

you’d always known onyankopon didn’t have many cares in the world.

with your hands tied behind your back with his hoodie string, body pressed against the living room window. onyankopon stands behind you, slowly pumping in and out of you. wet squelches of sound fill the large room, filling your ears as pleasure coiled in the pit of your stomach.

“fuck onyyy, just like that.” you could feel his large tip rubbing across the spongy area, prodding around like he knew your entire body. his hand comes up, cupping the side of your face as his thumb slips inside your mouth, other had anchoring to your hips.

“mhm, hold on for me mama. let em see.” you can only look out of your window onto the balcony, tear filled eyes dashing across the parking lot, making sure no one was actually staring through the glass.

he pulls out, almost fully, tip filling your hole. he leans down, giving the back of your shoulders a kiss before sliding into you. slow, controlled strokes drive you over the edge. tears fall into the glass as your lips wrap around his finger. his hips dip in and out of you, a white creamy circle forming around the base of the man’s cock.

“pussy so good. takin’ it so good for me.” his words fuel the fire, passion burning through your bodies as his strokes become sloppy and shallow.

“yes! oh my- onya im so close, imma cum on this dick!” your breast collide with the door, letting the man take control as he nears his end.

“do it then, ma. make a mess on my shit.” he says through gritted teeth, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he subconsciously begins to lift your frame. too lost on ecstasy and need that he doesn’t notice your feet hovering off the ground. he’s ravaging your insides, swollen cock drilling at your warm walls.

“i’m cumming! onya holy shit!” he continued, using his hand to cover your mouth. your body falls limp, standing no issue to the man as he holds you in place.

“that my good girl! i’m finna nut baby, where you want it baby?” too lost in the pleasure in your core, you just nod. pulling out, he releases white sticky ropes onto his own chest, carefully placing you down on the couch.

he takes his hoodie off, carefully undoing your hands.

“believe me now?”

“maybe”

© vantetaes. do not modify, repost, translate, or plagiarize any of my works. ageless/blank blogs dni.

[cindol]

CONGRATS ON THE 600!!!! 📢📢📢📢📢📢

can i pls get a race-car driver eren with a bimbo like reader 🥷

Thanks angel bookie, srry this is late. Here’s some hcs though babes

race car driver!eren who never drives fast when having his bimbo girl in the passenger seat. He loves the fast car driving rush but hates giving her any kind of aniexty when driving her somewhere.

race car driver!eren who kept y/n’s red lipstick mark on his racing helmet for luck. His team always makes fun of him for it but it works Everytime so it ain’t a big deal to him.

His blonde young Teammate always chuckle seeing the obvious red kiss mark.”you sure you don’t want that off Ren? Gonna get a whole lot of flack from Jean and reiner y’know?” Eren Just chuckled.”nah, it’s my lucky charm.”

race car driver!eren who loves showing his bimbo some love in the crowd, he can always notice her all pink figure so he always blows a kiss to her before driving off. And in return his bimbo shows love too, when he of course wins the team race he runs over to her she grabs his jaw giving him multiple glossy lip kisses on his face making some people make some “aw” sound effects.

race car driver!eren who never lets his bimbo drive on her own. With how she totaled his car last time she drove he only wants her in the passenger seat which is decorated just for her while someone else he paid off drives her to the destination she wants.

race car driver!eren who definitely has his jealous moments with you, having such a beautiful girl and sometimes oblivious girl can be difficult with lustful eyes. But not to worry, you’re quick to remind him you’re only his to keep. When he was squeezing a soda can death staring men staring at you in a lustful way you were quick to lead him away and calm him down inside his car.

“Baby, fuck them please.. I’m yours forever,” he sighed looking at you.”I know baby, I know.. it’s just I hate how they just look at you like that.. in a perverted ass way.” His hands gripped on your waist.

“Well.. how about you show em I’m your hm?”

That’s all sorry pook 😭

[lixiemissexotic]

★ ᖇᗴᗷᗩᕼ -ᗷᖇᗴᑎT ᖴᗩIYᗩᘔ ᖴT. ᑭᒪᑌᘜ! ᗴᖇᗴᑎ Yᗴᗩᘜᗴᖇ

the city lit the apartment like a hazzy dream, deep purple hues spilling over the bed, the skyline glowing gold and dark behind the glass. rehab by brent faiyaz played low from the speaker, bass humming softly.

eren lounged across the bed, lean and shirtless, muscles on full display, long brunette hair pushed back messily. his chain rested against his collarbone, green eyes tracking every move you made with a smirk watching you roll up.

“why you always roll it so pretty?” his voice low, lazy, and a hint of that cocky whine he only used when he wanted your attention.

“like you tryna seduce me or some shit” he said flashing a smile at you.

“shut up ren” you said trying to hold in the giggle.

“make me”

you didn’t answer, just placed the blunt between his lips and leaned in to light it. the orange hues of the flame lit up his features. he’s really such a pretty boy, plump pretty lip, and intense green eyes. he held your gaze as he pulled, smoke curling from his lips like sin before exhaling the smoke upwards.

“damn,” he muttered, letting the smoke drift toward the ceiling. “my girl don’t play.”

you climbed onto the bed beside him into his lap, and his arm immediately hooked around your waist, pulling you into him like his life depended on it.

out there, he was untouchable, in control, always aware. but in here? He was just yours. all the roughness and constant stress that came with what he did basically just melted in your hands as you held on to him.

“missed you ren,” you murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to his temple .

you played your head in his chest, ear pressed against him listening to his heart beating. something about moments like these are what grounded the both of you. no matter how hectic or difficult your days were coming home to each other was all you two needed. when he looked at you, he felt everything soften.

“you know princess, when i’m with you, it’s different. you make all the noises go quiet.”

you brushed a hand through his hair, fingers threading through the softness. he leaned into your touch like he’s been hearing for it.

“i don’t want nothin’ else right now,” he said, voice low. “just this. just you my pretty girl.”

his lips finally met yours, slower than usual this time, tasting of smoke and honeyed yearning. the city kept glowing behind you, but here, wrapped in purple haze and him, it felt like the world had finally gone still.

★ sorry if this was hot ass i haven’t written anything in a while. soft plug boyfriend eren will always live rent free in my head. <3 likes and reblogs always appreciated.

© 2024 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝗼 𝐥𝐢𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐠𝗼𝐝. 𝐂𝗼𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝗼𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝗼𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝗼𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝗼𝐧 𝗼𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝗼𝐫𝗺𝐬.

[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.

🏷️: @keraawrites

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Pussydrunk!Choso who was more than happy when you came home after the dreadful ‘3 days and nights’

You called Choso around 2am telling him to unlock the door because you truly didn’t have the energy to find your keys in your purse when you already had to figure out which bag was yours in the trunk, and that’s after driving for almost 2 hours and dropping off 3 other people. Choso missing you so much and being the best boyfriend, immediately headed outside with just a hoodie and some sweats, and waited for the rental van he saw you and your friends leave in pull up.

When it did, he offered to finish the drive for the remainder of your friends home, seeing you all were hungover and tired but the last two decline saying they would be sleepover one of their houses so they can return to rental in the morning together.

Choso helped you with your bags while you said bye to your friends, his mood is instantly lit up, and he all of a sudden feels more energetic. Watching you smile and wave bye made him happy because he knew you were coming to lay right next to him.

When you finally got in the house, you immediately went and snuggled into his arms, as he wrapped them around your frame, holding you tight. “Missed you Cho.” You mumble sleepily, “and my neck hurts from driving.” You look up at him, resting your chin on his chest.

“That’s because you never drive, shoulda told me, I would’ve went there just to drive for you.” He kisses your head. “I’m so sleepy,” you rest your head on him again.

While you showered, Choso unpacked your bags, putting the dirty clothes in the laundry basket, putting your skin care and makeup bag on your vanity, and putting your shoes away. He fluffed your pillows and took off his hoodie waiting for you to get out. He knows how tired you are and wants you to be relaxed and comfortable.

But here’s the thing, it’s been 3 days….oh yeah and nights. 3 long dreadful days he had gone without you, without feeling you, without tasting you. One thing about Choso, he’s an eater. He’ll just randomly start eating you out, doesn’t matter what time it is or what you’re doing (of course at home but it’s happened in public too). And don’t let you be lying down on the bed just minding your business.

It’s gotten to the point where he doesn’t even tell you anymore because you’ll want to freshen up, and him personally, he doesn’t like that. You on the other hand, mind it but Choso soon makes you forget about it.

When you got out the shower and laid down next to Choso, you gave him the biggest kiss before lying along him. Choso was lying on his back, his arm around you, with a raging boner from just thinking about your pussy. He shifts his body to face you giving you another kiss, and another, and another.

Moving to your neck slowly leaving you kisses. “Cho, m’sleepy.” You mumble with a small smile. “Just wanna eat you baby, been so long. Lemme help you relax yea?” He kisses the skin on your neck, lifting the oversized shirt of his you were wearing. His fingers trail along your breast, softly tugging at your nipple, causing you to whimper. He swore he almost came from just that.

Choso moves his lips from your neck to your hardened nipple, lightly sucking on it while looking up at you, his other hand pumping your boob in his hand. He feels your skin grow hot while he teases you. Your stomach rises and falls feeling his touch on you. As much as you try to ignore the wetness pooling in your panties, you can’t. Especially not when his fingers are gliding down your stomach ever so lightly.

You gasp lightly when he reaches right above your underwear, still sucking and swirling his tongue around your nipples, humming softly against your skin. “Cho,” you drag out as your eyes close trying to steady your breathing. Feeling his touch on your body ignites something every single time. “Hmm?” He responds still sucking on your boobs, biting very lightly on your nipple. He knows you’re tired and he wants to make this as comfortable and relaxing as possible. One of his hands still pumping your other boob in his hand, feeling the plushness of your skin and the other teasing you by tracing along your the hem of your underwear.

He leaves a few marks on your boob before moving to the other, “Just relax baby, close your eyes, lemme help you sleep better.” He murmurs, his tongue flicking your perked up nipple, before wrapping his soft lips around it, moaning into your skin.

You push your chest out on instinct as he sucks, switching his hand to pump your other boob. His tongue swirls around the bud as he sucks in more and more skin. You barely open your eyes to see his staring right at you, taking in everything. His fingers slip down to your panties, brushing lightly over your clothed clit, sliding down to your entrance where it was damp from your arousal.

Choso moans at the touch of your warmth and the expression you made, the small gasp you let out. He sucks your nipple a bit more before moving down your chest, leaving soft kisses and gentle nips all over your stomach, whining every time he pressed against his throbbing leaky cock when he moved down your body. He couldn’t hold himself back anymore, he needed you in his mouth.

“S-stop teasing.” You whisper squirming your hips. “Mmm not teasing,” he kisses your belly button, moving down, “tryna help you feel good.” Choso gets between your legs, lying on his stomach. Whimpering at the little spot on your panties he was surprised he can make out in the dark room. He grinds his bulge into the bed below him, his eyes rolling, “ f-fuck baby.”

He spreads your legs resting them on his shoulder before pressing kisses to your pussy. Your hips squirm in his face as he licks you through your underwear. “Ohh Cho please.” You lazily beg, your head pushing down in the pillows. “I know, just, I missed you, wanna take my time.” He sucks your clit through the wet fabric. You suck in a breath, whimpering when he moans around you. Your hand find his, trailing up above your thighs and holding you down in a way where he could let you squirm but not close your legs.

He continues to wet up the fabric, making sure to trace every inch of your pussy with the tip of his tongue, adding pressure on your sensitive spots. It was as if he was going to draw your pussy from memory. To be real, he knows your pussy from memory. His hands trail back down and under you, pulling off your panties slowly. Choso humps the bed watching your arousal stick to your underwear, his eyes dilating when he sees your pussy drooling out slowly, winking at him.

He wraps his arms around under your thighs, scooting you closer to him before he takes a breath, breathing you in. His eyes roll as he presses his dick into the bed. Barely even got started and he’s about to cum in his pants. “Baby please, need your mouth please, you got me so worked up.” You whimper squirming in his hold as the cold air hits your clit.

“Shhh baby you supposed to be going to sleep.” He kisses your clit, the warmth of his lips soothing you before blowing on it. Your hips jerk as you whine from the contrast. Choso licks his lips pressing more into the bed, moaning at your taste, it’s so addictive. His tongue strides up your wet slit to your clit, scooping more in his mouth.

Just like that, it was over. As if he was a vampire tasting blood for the first time. He held your thighs down and got to work. 3 days and nights, long time without you. Choso stuck his tongue in your hole in and out, in and out, lapping all your juices. He had to remind himself this is for you to relax, not for you to get energy. He honestly doesn’t want to fuck, he just wants to eat. Humping the bed for him to cum was more than enough.

His mouth moves to your clit, flicking his tongue gently up and down, side to side, clockwise, and opposite. Moaning as he hears your arousal seep out more. The lewd squelchy sound is his favorite. Your eyes are shut closed as you are held down, moaning desperately. Rocking your hips as he’s licking up and down your entrance, “shit baby, feels so good.”

He hums and moans against you, his eyes half-lidded as his keeps grinding into the bed, totally getting off to this. You thighs tremble slightly at the vibrations and your hands find his messy hair and pull. Chose moans louder, lapping his tongue around your clit with his lips around sucking softly.

Your legs tense up as you feel the pressure build up. “Cho, m’gonna cum soon, please, don’t stop, please, need it.” You moan your back arching as you tug his locks, pressing his face down more. Choso moves his tongue faster, adding just one finger and fucking you lazy with it, you clench tightly around his finger coating him with your essence. Your eyes roll back and you bite your lips.

“Taste so good, I’m not done yet. Cum all you need to baby, I still need more.” He kisses your pussy again before going back at it. Adding another finger he slowly curls them and scissors them inside you. You let out a louder moan as you cum out of no where.

He continues to lap around your clit, and thrust his fingers slowly riding out the high, taking his fingers out and spreading your pussy to lap up your cum. Moaning at the taste, grunting from grinding into the bed. His own legs are shaking as he feels his dick throb more, feels the leaky mess he made on his thighs. You are squirming in his hold, trying to close your legs but he isn’t letting you move an inch. Pulling your body closer he stuff his face fully, his nose hitting your clit while his tongue fucks your hole, moving his bead for more pressure.

“Baby f-fuck Chooo, p-please, I’m gonna cum again.” You whimper feeling the overstimulation he was giving you. You prop yourself up on your elbows, your own eyes half-lidded as you watch him eat- no devour you full with his eyes closed, moaning and humping the bed. He clearly was lost in you.

Your legs tremble as your head falls back when he sucks on your clit, adding 2 fingers and fucking you faster than before. Choso feels his orgasm about to bit but he wants you to cum first, again. He moves his hips into the bed faster, whining at the intensity, moaning at the feeling of you coating his fingers, at the taste of you in his mouth.

“Oh-nnggh- Ch-Cho- cummi-fuck- cumming baby I’m cu-o-ooh.” You whined out, as your hips jerk in his face, his tongue still moves as he desperately humps the bed feeling his own release coming too.

He moans loudly into you, spilling his warm load in his sweats, when you clench tightly around his fingers, your walls fluttering as he imagined how it’ll feel around his cock. Choso opens his eyes to see you sprawled on the bed, one hand holding the pillow next to you and the other pumping your boob as he continues to clean you up, more slowly.

He parts his mouth, leaving a kiss after, “she missed me too.” He smugly smirks watching you roll your tired eyes.

After choso cleaned you up, he went to the bathroom to clean himself up from his own mess and came back, you were out cold. Choso smiles and lays next to you, holding you close and kissing your temple before drifting off to sleep himself.

*not proofread*

Part 1

Ex-husband!Eren

Sylus mini

Nerd!armin x reader x boyfriend!eren

Best friend!jean x reader

Boss!Hiromi

Needed to do a part 2 😌😌😌

[nieceeee]

“Ok mama how I look?” His voice calls from the corner. You tilt your head, eyes squinting in the direction of his blurred figure. “Nice.” You say before turning back to your phone. “You ain’t even look for real.” He pouts, annoyed. “Boy you know I can’t see you all the way over there.” You roll your eyes at him. He chuckles to himself as he walks over towards the bed. “Better?” He asks again. This time you look up and glance over his outfit. “I like it baby.” You smile. “I bet. Blind ass.” He teases, leaning down to plant a kiss on your forehead. “You know I don’t like wearing my glasses in bed.” You fuss. “Plus, when you get home and you get really close I can see you in portrait mode.” You shrug. His brows pull together in confusion. “I’m near sighted. Duh. Everything else blurs around you.” You answer, a playful smirk on your lips. “You know what — I’m not doing this with you today bruh. I’ll be back later.” He suppresses his laughter and grants you another kiss. “Have fun for boys night! See you when you get home!” You call out to him before burrowing back under the covers.

Ony, Eren, Geto, Dabi, Togame, Megumi, Azriel, Zayne, Hawks,

It can literally be any character you want. Shoutout to my blind baddies lol. This is actually based on a random convo I had with my husband😂 enjoy!