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neon-lavander · 3 years ago

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𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚢!𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗;

╰┈➤ ❝ 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚞𝚜. ❞

𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: eren x f!reader, slight jean x f!reader

𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: mdni!! smut!!

𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚜: tiny bit of angst (a breakup), eren is possessive just how i like him, light dom/sub dynamics, dirty talking, kinda rough sex?, ass play (f receiving), doggy style, aftercare, lil bit of fluff <3

𝚠𝚌: 2.5k

𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎: this is part two for gross! <3 check that out first for more context in this fic. i hope you enjoy my lovelies <3

𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜!

"you fucking didn't."

the words cut over eren's music, leaking into the room from the door that swung itself right open. eren hummed and peeked up from his place on the floor, caught in a half curled sit-up position.

pissed was an understatement. jean was livid. eren could practically spy steam pouring out of his roommates ears -- his brow furrowed, jaw clenched, fingers tight across the door. eren bit back the slyest grin, instead choosing to feign confusion. "what?"

jean wrenched the door open further, letting himself right in. he swung a decisive kick and caught eren's leg, enough to throw him off from his little workout but not enough for actual damage.

"hey! dude, what's your pro--"

"you're a fucking scumbag."

caught staring up at him, eren's face screwed up into a look of hurt. he swiped some hair away from his face and clamored to his feet. "scumbag? dude, what are you talking about? why are you so pissed off?" eren paused the music, dipping them into relative silence until jean grumbled again, his eyes like daggers over his shirtless roommate. "like you don't know what the fuck i'm talking about." jean hissed.

eren knew. of course he did; it was the highlight of his month, his new favorite memory to replay before bed; what he didn't know, however, was how jean knew. did you tell him? what exactly did you say?

eren's choked silence gave way to a wry smile, followed by a shrug of the shoulders as he adjusted the gym shorts hanging loosely on his hips. words bubbled on his tongue, scathing, almost as heated as the glare that bored through him.

"you were on a break."

"you really said that?" it was hard to decipher your tone -- caught somewhere between astonished and maybe a little amused. you dabbed some antiseptic over a thin cut that stretched over eren's cheekbone. he chuckled, watching his own fingers fiddle with a small washcloth you told him to hold for you. "no wonder he beat the shit out of you."

"he didn't," the brunette piped in quickly, "we both got a few licks in before connie came hauling ass from the living room. didn't know he was there."

you rolled your eyes and tossed the cotton round into your bathroom trash bin. eren leaned back against the counter, looking down at you with a scuffed but generally pleased face. "men are ridiculous," you sighed, "too much testosterone for your own good." to which eren scoffed.

"as if women are any better."

shooting him a surprised look over your shoulder, you padded down the hall and into your kitchen. eren trailed along behind you lazily. "you don't see me beating up your sister, do you?"

and he blew a raspberry under his breath.

right, mikasa.

it wasn't even her fault, really, you knew that just as well as eren did. she couldn't be to blame for your ex-boyfriend's flippant feelings, some deep rooted emotions he'd apparently put off dealing with for far too long. it all came out to you in a waterfall, with jean spilling and splitting apart at the seams in an epic bout of word-vomit, clinging to your hands and laying his forehead over your lap as he kneeled before you. from your position on the edge of the bed, he seemed so small, so tattered by his own feelings that he poured out to you -- but no matter how many times he apologized, it hurt all the same.

which, admittedly, confused you. it confused eren, too, when you explained all this bullshit while nursing his busted lip and scraped cheek.

had you not just rode him into the goddamn sunset just a week ago? and you were upset by jean having feelings for someone else?

but, in all honesty, he could deal with the confusion, the muddled reasonings and maybes and what-ifs. he knew what it was like to feel some type of way and know you probably shouldn't.

"so, if you're here, where's jean?" you pried, looking a little forlorn as you propped yourself against the kitchen island. eren shrugged and drug a hand through his chocolate locks. his knuckles burned, little scrapes stinging across the pronounced bones. "probably somewhere with connie, i dunno. he was pretty pissed." and he flicked his cool gaze over your form.

maybe some would consider him a bad friend, doing what he did. but eren was familiar with yet another rather fitting saying: play stupid games, win stupid prizes.

jean fucked around with your feelings like an idiot, and before the first punch was even thrown, he won the worst prize of them all -- the knowledge that eren jaeger came in his girlfriend. it was a fact the brunette couldn't help but throw out in the heat of the moment, the nail in the proverbial coffin that all but guided jean's fist into his jaw. he didn't mention that little tidbit in his retelling to you, though. that little gem was just for him and his own smug satisfaction.

was it worth it? and was he really a piece of shit for it?

yes, and, most likely, yes again.

but it didn't matter. eren honestly couldn't care less how jean felt about it all. he did, against his better judgement, eye you curiously. how did you feel about everything? he found himself gliding closer, saddling up at your side and stroking your hair with nimble fingers. you laid your forehead onto the cool granite, allowing him to pamper you for just a moment.

"he asked to get back together, y'know." you mumbled, barely audible from the pile of emotional exhaustion you crumpled into. eren continued to pet you, surprisingly gentle, almost like he would a cat -- but he didn't say anything. it wasn't like him not to run his mouth, so you continued, "that's when i told him. it just kind of... slipped out. i was mad, i... it was fucked up." and you picked your head up, looking so pitiful as he gazed down at you. "i fucked up."

but eren bristled. "no, you didn't."

"i did. i shouldn't have--"

"he shouldn't have led you on. 'take a break,' who the fuck says that? why? to keep you on some leash just in case he changed his mind?" his tone grew harsh, solid. a certain bitterness seeped from his words, not toward you, but you felt it regardless. "i don't even do that shit, and i'm-- i'm a scumbag."

his shoulders were so tense, you could see the taut muscles peeking out from his tank top. eren stared a hole straight through your fridge. it was obvious there was a lot running through his mind, more than he'd probably be willing to admit, so you sniffed, composing yourself enough to lay a steadier hand over his forearm.

you didn't need to say much. he could feel it through your fingertips.

and eren, despite the anger radiating from his form, scooped you into his arms, crushing you against his torso. your cheek smushed into his chest, your arms didn't know where to land initially, but he didn't care. he buried his nose in your hair, taking a deep breath and squeezing his eyes shut.

the next time you saw jean kirstein, there was a fading shadow of some murky yellow color bordering his right eye. the bruise greeted you before he did, his mouth falling open but words failing to catch up. he kept his gaze firmly on your face. you were still beaded in water from the shower. it felt like an eternity, just staring at each other in a very thick bout of silence. when he finally spoke, though, standing slumped in your apartment building hallway, he surprised you.

"i don't need to come in," he breathed, "i just wanted to tell you something."

and you blinked. leaned against the doorframe, rested your head against it as if you were already weary. "what is it?"

jean swallowed. he looked so tired, bags heavy under his eyes like cinderblocks. it made your heart hurt, and you hated that.

"i wasn't fair to you. i wasn't good to you, at the end. but he won't be good to you, either." jean let his gaze roll over your face, then dip back to glance into your living room behind you, an almost nostalgic look in his eye. cataloguing, filing it away. "i just think you could do better than guys like us." his hand found its way against your cheek, swiping away a drop of water with his thumb. so gentle, like always, even after smashing your heart into a million pieces.

and his arm fell, slapping back to his side. he dipped his head.

you didn't say anything. you only watched him leave, staring at his jacket-clad back until he descended the stairs down the hall, bobbing out of sight.

a tense breath pushed out of your chest. your body moved mechanically as you went to shut the door. how odd.

"jeez, how dramatic," rang from your bathroom, floating into the air much like the steam that started to leak out. eren emerged from the haze, a towel wrapped loosely around his hips. water dripped from his hair, dribbled down his torso and faded into the fabric. you hated how much you loved it. "'i just think you could do better than guys like us,'" he mocked, scrunching his nose in a look of disgust.

your initial reaction was to roll your eyes. "shut up. at least he admitted he fucked up."

and eren matched your energy, looking so bratty as he all but pouted at you. "yeah, real stand up guy. anyways," he closed the distance between you with ease, putting those long legs to use, "what was i saying?" he grinned, "oh, right." and so effortlessly, his large hand gripped into your hair, tight right at the base of your skull. he tilted your head back to stare right up at him -- your breath caught, your heart hammered, your pupils blew open -- and eren hummed, sounding so pleased with himself. the other hand found your ass over your tightly clutched towel, pulling you into his personal space and stealing yours all at once. "i can be real good to you, if you're good for me."

there's no room to think when eren has his cock stuffed into you. there's no space for heartbreak, nowhere for any anxiety to settle. all you can do is pant and whine and beg, cheek shoved into the mattress with that giant hand of his pressing down on you further and further with every stroke. "y'like it, hm? y'like being wide open for me," he leaned in impossibly further, absolutely closing any space between you; his thrusts stilled, and instead, he gyrated his hips against your ass, dragging his cockhead up and down deep inside your cunt.

and your legs tried to spread wider, your body searched for more, more, more, back arched at an angle you once thought impossible. he was already buried to the hilt, flush against you. your twitching, desperate, silky walls sucked him in, eager for everything he could give. "that's it, baby. so cockhungry. your poor little pussy can't get enough of me." eren pulled his hands back, one gripping your ass and the other laying flat across your lower tummy. he was still rutting against you, a strong pressure pushing against your cervix, but it only amplified when he pressed up with that hand splayed below your belly button. the sensation all but yanked a whine straight out of you, coming out high pitched and almost delirious.

eren straightened a bit behind you. he rocked his hips, working you up and down his shaft like some kind of fleshlight, gaze hungry as he watched himself slide in and out with such ease. your needy cunt stretched around him; you fit like a fucking glove. he couldn't get enough.

"fuck, this pussy's all mine, you hear me?" eren growled, pausing to pull your cheeks apart and spit, making a mess that dribbled from your puckered hole down to his meat. he swirled his thumb around your entrance, eliciting the most fucked out whimpers he'd ever heard. god, he loved all these sounds you couldn't hold back. "say it, who's pussy is this? who's dick are you taking?" he huffed.

your stomach grew so tight you felt like you might snap in half. "yours, yours -- ah!-- all y-yours, 'ren," you couldn't breathe, let alone speak in anything more than squeaks. eren's fucking was overwhelming, a full on assault to the senses, something that made your heart fucking race like no other.

"s'right, you gonna take my cum, pretty girl?" he pressed against your ass, threatening to push inside, making you squeal again, "m'perfect little slut. letting me use you however i want."

whatever this arrangement was with eren, it made you feel filthy. dirty. in the heat of the moment, all you could do was submit, pussy drooling over the thought of him doing what he did best: whatever the hell he felt like.

but in the aftermath, in the post-orgasm haze with your heartbeat slowing and your veins thumping with fleeting adrenaline, you saw parts of eren you weren't sure ever existed before. he worked his strong hands over aching muscles, massaged against your scalp, laid a kiss into your hairline that melted like a popsicle. with every dip of the hormones and chemicals that previously raged in your body, you felt yourself relax into him, submitting not only when a fire lapped between your thighs but also after he had extinguished it for you.

"you alright, babygirl?" eren reentered your bedroom with a glass of water. he looked so good after sex -- in a way you could only describe as casually godlike -- walking around your apartment in nothing but a pair of loose gym shorts.

you offered a lazy smile with half-lidded eyes as he waded over to the edge of the bed. "exhausted." you replied. eren held a wolfish grin. "drink up, then." he tipped your head back with long fingers under your chin and cradled the glass against your lips. if anyone else were around, you'd probably find it embarrassing how easily you listened to the command, how you blinked up at him with doe-eyes and how he stared right back, his gaze clouded with something you didn't quite recognize at the time. eren pulled the glass away after a moment, "better?" and you nodded, melting into his touch. fingers smoothed up your jawline and behind your ear, weaving into your hair firmly. almost wryly, eren grinned down at you, his body slotted between your open legs at the edge of the mattress.

"you're my good girl." he said, voice low but sharp, "my good fucking girl, you understand? i can't fucking stomach the thought of you with another loser like kirstein."

he wasn't much of a prize himself, either, he knew. still, some selfish, perhaps boyish part of him would rather you all to himself.

eren bent, mumbled something incomprehensible into your hair, and kissed your forehead, holding you against him for a moment. some part of you yearned for this, these moments of eren-tinted sweetness sprinkled between otherwise fox-like mannerisms. so you let him hold you, knowing he'd likely be gone by the end of the night, leaving you with muddled thoughts and an empty bed that smelled like two different types of cologne no matter how many times you washed the sheets.

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neon-lavander · 3 years ago

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Favorite girl part2? I beg

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝟐

𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐆𝐄𝐑

You can read Part 1 here.

In which you and Eren have known eachother for ages & were bestfriends until he got into a relationship, out of respect you decided to distance yourself from him, but it seems like he’s got other ideas.

C/W: Toxic Eren, Smut, Fem-bodied reader, Oral, Fingering, Penetration, Anal, Mentions of infidelity.

You forced out a smile at Marco, your date who was currently siting on your couch and had been interrupted multiple times by the sound of your phone vibrating. Of course it was Eren, who you had blocked around an hour ago considering he would not stop bypassing your do not disturb, and he was making it extremely awkward for you.

You hadn’t even had the time to check what he was saying, probably something along the lines of threatening you to answer him and stop avoiding him after what took place between the two of you at his frat. After the two of you had finished in the kitchen things had gotten even crazier in the bedroom, this man had an ungodly amount of stamina, or maybe he was just pushing himself so he could enjoy you as much as he could.

Regardless, you concluded that it probably shouldn’t have happened. Eren had literally cheated on his girlfriend with you, it was shameful. You couldn’t help feeling guilty so distanced yourself even more than before, now it was time for you to move on which was why your eyes were surveying Marco’s freckles. You had a rough estimate that in around half an hour you could probably get him in your bedroom, get laid, and move on.

Now that Eren had been blocked for a while the awkwardness was not dissipating considering you no longer had to keep apologising every moment, fumbling to silence your phone which was not working for whatever reason.

“—Did you hear me? Y/n?” Marco waved his hand in front of your face, effectively catching your attention.

“Oh yeah sorry I’m just thinking of whats going to happen later.” You shook yourself back to reality with a smile, hoping you could manoeuvre your way out of this smoothly.

“Later?” He raised an eyebrow clearly not catching your memo, “What’s happening later?”

“You’ll find out.” You gave him a mischievous grin, it was entertaining watching the way his eyes lit up once he realised what you had actually meant, it was enough for you to break into a chuckle before you stood up. “Want something to drink?” You asked knowing that this was the perfect opportunity to dish out the few expensive wines you had been gifted.

“Sure.” He was blushing lightly, laying back on your couch a little, he began surveying the room as you made your way to the kitchen. “You’ve got a really nice place by the way.” He complimented.

“You think so?” You raised an eyebrow, poking your head out of the corner of the kitchen door, “I think you’ll like the bedroom even better.” At that he laughed while you opened the bottle.

Before he could respond there was a knock at the door. Finally, your order had arrived, you had planned to go on holiday soon and would be needing the clothes. You were glad that it came now before you got into the bedroom, getting the door during sex was not ideal.

You put the bottle down, opting for opening the door instead but Marco waved you off, “Don’t worry I’ll get it, you’re pouring us drinks.” He stood up enthusiastically, for some reason he felt the need to impress you. He’d always found you pretty, well who hadn’t? He had finally worked up the courage to ask you out and was elated at your response. As much as sleeping with you would be a dream he wanted more, he had feelings for you and he hoped he could soon make you his girlfriend.

“Thanks.” You smiled, going back to pouring the drinks. It only took seconds for your smile to fade at the sound of a jarringly familiar vote, that was not the delivery you had anticipated.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” You could practically hear Eren seething from the door, you sighed before rushing over to see him with the most disgusted look on his face, it’s like he couldn’t fathom the thought of another man being with you alone. “Wheres y/n?” He didn’t even give him a chance to respond. Well, this was awkward to say the least, not only did Marco and Eren know eachother but they lived in the same frat.

“What are you doing here?” Your attention caught his comment, he watched as you uncomfortably shifted, crossing your hands over in a standoffish manner. “I’m busy if you didn’t notice.”

“No you’re not.” He scoffed.

“What—“

“Because Marco was just leaving, weren’t you?” He clasped his hand over Marco’s shoulder in an almost threatening manner sporting a look that was practically compelling him to comply or else. “He just told me actually, go on Marco, tell her what you told me.”

“Yeah..” He turned to you, scratching his head shyly, in return you pouted. “I do actually have to go.” He frowned, not wanting to run into any conflict with Eren, he had no clue that the two of you were like that, in-fact he thought Eren had a girlfriend.

“Marco you don’t have to—“

“Great that’s settled then.” Eren interrupted you, stepping to the side to allow Marco space to exit through the front door. You sighed deeply knowing that you couldn’t convince him to stay after this encounter. “I’ll text you okay?” You said before mouthing sorry, he didn’t blame you anyway, there was a clear apologetic tone in your voice.

He smiled at you sadly, but you only got a flash of it before Eren completely shut the door in your face. You didn’t even bother looking at him, rather you turned for the kitchen to finish pouring your drink, he was hopeless.

“You ruin everything.”

“I did you a favour.” He raised an eyebrow, following you into the kitchen. He knew your apartment well, he had helped you pick out even with meant he felt more than comfortable here, it was practically his second home. Perks of being best-friends with the guy you fucked on a counter.

“What are you here for?” You side-eyed him, not offering any form of hospitality, you weren’t happy at all that you had been interrupted and he could tell. If you were lucky maybe you could convince him to leave in ten minutes.

“First you avoid me, then you block me, now you’re asking why I’m here? Why do you think I’m here?” You give him half your attention, grabbing your glass and making your way to the living-room, you wouldn’t offer him one, besides he could get it himself anyway.

“So I don’t answer you and you come to my home? You’re a fucking creep.” You raise an eyebrow, grabbing the TV remote while you took a seat on your couch.

He looked at you for a moment, not even knowing what to make of your comment. “Are you mad at me?”

“Am I mad at you—?” You laughed bitterly in disbelief, “You literally ruined my fucking date, of course I’m mad at you.” You scoffed, taking a sip of rosé, not even this could satisfy the way you were feeling right now.

“A date? You’re joking right?”

“Why do you think he’s here? We’re not having a gossip session.” You rolled your eyes, you had no clue the effect your words had on Eren. The thought of another man with you on a date, in your bedroom, it was enough to drive him crazy.

“Why the fuck are you on a date?”

“Why the fuck do you care?” Your patience was wearing thin as you brought out your phone to text Marco a second apology, you thought you were about to combust any second now.

“Stop messing around y/n.” Eren grabbed the phone out of your hand, you reacted fast, standing up to try and get it back but you were no match for him. To make matters worse his handsome features were so much sharper up close, he was so beautiful, so desperately beautiful, but right now he was walking a thin line.

“Give it back.”

“No what’s wrong with you? You’re not gonna text another guy in front of me.” He scoffed like you said something ridiculous, he had half the thought that perhaps you had forgotten what took place last week considering the way you were behaving.

“Are you out of your mind? Give me back my phone and leave.” You said sternly, your best guess was that Eren must be intoxicated because he had never acted this strange before.

He just glared you down, not moving to oblige to your request at all, “Eren I’m serious.” You pushed him but he hardly moved, he was much stronger than you after-all and the fact that he budged at all was out of his own choice to give you some breathing space, he could tell that him coming her was perhaps crossing a line but he couldn’t help it. “I will fucking call the cops.”

He raised an eyebrow at you before taking a seat on your couch, “No you won’t.” You felt like he was refusing to take you seriously and all you could do was stare at him in disbelief at his completely nonchalant manner.

“If you’re mad at me then sit down, let’s talk about it.” He tapped the space next to him. You hated when he did this, when he got you so worked up and then acted so mature so you felt like you were crazy or overreacting.

“I don’t want to talk to you Eren, what don’t you understand?” Instantly he gave you a look, a warning look and you could perfectly understand it. It was one that said ‘We’ve already spoken about this, don’t call me that.’ but he ended it there, he could accept you were upset so he would let it slide this time.

It made you feel smaller and the confidence you had to challenge him was starting to fade away. He grabbed your remote, changing over from TV browsing to netflix, “What do you wanna watch? You don’t have to talk to me right now, I’ll give you time but we will talk.” You wondered how he was so good at that, being so dominante with merely one look and then suddenly being Mr Considerate guy.

You slumped onto the couch in defeat, it didn’t take long for your hands to be brought to your face as you broke out in tears. “Hey hey, come on baby don’t do that.” If only you knew the way it broke his heart when you cried.

“Please don’t call me that ‘Ren, please.” Maybe you were being dramatic but you couldn’t help it. You simply couldn’t understand why he came here to talk to you like you were his girlfriend when you weren’t and he had a whole girl at home waiting for him.

He sighed deeply, moving to crouch in front of you so he could get a better look at your face. He moved your hands out of your face, replacing it with one of his own on your cheek. “Why are you crying? If you tell me what’s wrong then—“

“I feel like shit, you make me feel like shit, why are you coming here when you have a girlfriend who loves you? Why? Do you have any idea how that makes me feel?” You have half the mind to swat his hand away but you couldn’t deny that you enjoyed his touch more than you should.

He stood up slowly, his face slightly darkening. Were you just the most clueless person on this planet or what? Did he have to spell things out for you? “I don’t love her.”

“But you should, I don’t want to feel responsible for her being cheated on.” You shook your head at the thought, it was the first time you said it out loud and it put into perspective what a horrible person you were.

“Ask me.”

“What?”

“Ask me to break things off with her and I’ll do it, I promise.” He leaned downwards again, getting you to face him by moving your chin up with his hand.

“No, I don’t want you to do that.”

If you weren’t so sensitive he would scoff in your face right now, “What are you afraid of y/n, last week I told you—“

“Forget about last week ‘Ren, that shouldn’t have happened and you shouldn’t be here.” He was unbelievable, completely an utterly unbelievable. Coming here because you didn’t respond to his messages, getting rid of your date, forcing you to speak to him, taking away your phone, he was unhinged, you knew that.

“Last week was the best night of my life.”

“Yeah, because you like sex.”

“No, because I like you. Everything I said was true it wasn’t just to fuck, I think about you everyday, why else would I be here?”

“So why?” You pleased with him, praying that he could see the hurt in your eyes, “Why did you bail on me for her?”

“Is that what you think?” He was about to laugh, if this is what you had perceived the situation to be this entire time he was sure he would lose his mind. “You never showed any real interest in me past our friendship so I tried to get over you with her but last week — I don’t know, I just couldn’t pretend anymore.”

Hearing those words you finally gathered yourself together, you couldn’t be vulnerable like this because then you’d let Eren’s words get to your head, you didn’t need that right now. You cleared your throat, standing and hoping to match his level of intimidation, which failed miserably. “You can pretend and you will.”

“Don’t make me laugh.” He glares you down, wondering where this newfound confidence has come from.

“You should know better than this.”

“What are you so afraid of?” He asked, your eyes held each-other like they were afraid to let go, looking at you now he realised you were everything he ever wanted, everything he ever needed, he couldn’t let things go this way.

“Ruining our friendship.” You responded flailing your arms, hoping that now that he’s gotten the truth he can let things go. Of course you liked him when you were friends, you just couldn’t admit to that, what if things went left, he was the most precious thing to you.

“I guess we’re lucky that I’m not.” He hardly gave you a second to register his words before grabbing onto your shirt and pulling you against his lips, you should probably pull away now, right? But it was hard, it was so hard with him, he kissed you like the two of you were made for eachother, if he had told you he’d crossed an entire universe for this you’d believe him.

So you kissed back, big mistake.

Once you had realised that mistake it was then that you decided to pull away. About now you were mentally facepalming yourself, this is not how you expected today to go. Still, you couldn’t help but admire the blown out expression in his pupils, deep with love, lust and need, reaching out to you with a single glare of his eye. And that meant you couldn’t help the way you pulled him back in again.

You can undoubtedly say Eren was the best kisser you had ever encountered, this man made out like he was born for it, you were half convinced he was.

He moved down towards your neck, he loved this, loved hearing the sounds you made when he found that spot that got you to relish in pleasure. Loved the way he could already feel your legs going weak in his presence against his body. Loved the way he would be able to take care of you if you gave him the chance.

“After tonight—“ He began, you could feel his breath against your neck, it was enough to give you goosebumps, and enough to make you want him more, “—Everyone will know you belong to me.”

Those words were enough to send a shiver down your spine, and you had no doubts that the first step he would take towards this was marking himself on your neck. “But first I need you to say it, say you belong to me.”

“Make me.”

He chuckled shaking his head before tapping your ass, a sign to jump on, and you obliged, he was irresistible after all. Your weight was nothing to him, he carried you with complete ease to the bedroom the two of you had spent so much time in laying around beforehand, you would have never thought things would end up this way.

“Oh, I will.” After placing you onto the bed gently he made quick work of getting you wet, honestly his face was enough to do the job but the kisses were all an extra bonus.

“Take this off for me.” He tugged at your shirt, backing away a little so he could get a better view. “I wanna watch you.”

“You’re such a perv, you know that?” You sat up as he got off the bed, pulling out your desk chair so he could watch you take off your clothes from afar.

“I told you, jacking off material for life.”

You chuckled lightly, you couldn’t believe how easily he’d gotten you to switch, to push the thoughts of his girlfriend to the back of your head with one sentence. Him telling you that this was all so he could get over you almost justified it in your head, it wasn’t really cheating was it? You’ve always been his girl, he said it himself.

“Gross ‘Ren” He just laughed at that while leaning into to seat, getting comfortable to watch. He’d dreamed about this more than he could tell you, more than was possible, it was ridiculous.

You fiddled with the hem of your shirt knowing that underneath you had a matching red lace set expecting to be in here with Marco after your date, on the bright side you’d gotten a better bargain.

Slowly you pulled your top off and you swore you could visibly see Eren’s pants get tighter as he gripped the chair, a completely new expression arising on his face. He held back a groan watching you, he’d never seen anyone more beautiful.

“You’re perfect.” He spoke before even thinking, the words were genuine to his heart. You couldn’t help but feel slightly hot under his gaze, you had never done anything like this before, especially not for your best-friend.

“You’re making me nervous.” You folded your arms over a little bit, in return he clicked his tongue over the loss of view.

He made his way over to you and it felt like the longest few seconds of your life, your stomach burned in anticipation, excitement and fear all at once. Only Eren Jaeger was capable of making a girl feel such things.

“I have so many things I wanna do to you tonight.” He grabbed one of your breasts through your bra, “And I’m going to do all of them, while you keep this on.” He just had to see you with it, it was the best sight of his life. He couldn’t comprehend how you could get even more beautiful.

“Isn’t that right?” He asked slipping a hand under your skirt which you hadn’t taken off yet, you were wondering how he would react to seeing the full set. He wouldn’t be happy because he’s the type of man who could connect the dots and fast.

You nodded watching as his other hand began to tug your skirt down. In mere seconds you only prayed that some kind of miracle would occur where Eren would lose maybe half his intellect, enough so that he couldn’t clock on. That would never happen.

He glanced from your now exposed panties to your bra, his expression going blank for a moment out of being completely horny while it fought the other side of his brain telling him that you hadn’t put this on for him. A couple seconds passed before he clicked his tongue, “You were gonna give him all this?”

You had no favourable way of responding so decided on not responding at all, that provoked him even further. The thought of you and Marco, he didn’t even wanna go there, he’d be sick.

“No man is ever going to touch you the way I do, do you understand?” He asked, fingers ghosting over your spot before he pressed down, rubbing exactly where you needed him to. “I asked you a question.”

You nodded, biting down on your lip as the sensation elicited a moan out of you, “Say it, I wanna hear you say it.”

“No man is gonna touch me the way that you do.”

“Good good, you want me inside?” He asked, dragging his fingers up and down you at an agonising pace.

“Please.”

“Ask again.” He used your own line against you, remembering vividly the words from the party, and how could he forget when the night was on repeat for him ever since. He’d fisted his cock to that imagine of the two of you so many times that he’d lost count, but it was nothing compared to the real thing.

“Please ‘Ren.”

He moved your underwear to the side, deciding that he would get you to keep that on too while he pushed one finger into you. You gripped the sheets a little harder, whining at the now pressure. “If you want my cock then you’re gonna beg for it, you know that right?” He began pumping his finger before adding another, caging you under his body to make sure he was the only thing you could look at. “I want to be nice to you y/n I do, but you make it so hard for me, so hard.”

He moves his thumb to your clit, only lightly because he wants to keep you like this, you can’t cum yet, not after what you tried to pull earlier. “Slutting yourself out to another guy like this, you make me sick.”

“Y-You’re the one with a girlfriend.” You said between heavy breathing and moans, he was such a hypocrite, that was simply Eren for you. “I’d never fuck her like I’ll fuck you but you’re prepared to give another guy all this? He doesn’t deserve you.”

You whined in pleasure, your pussy clenching around his fingers, he caught that, of course he did. “Want another?” He asked, you nodded while running your hand down his body, he shivered at your touch.

“Then don’t fight me, you’re too tight.” Again, the same reaction. He wasn’t finding it difficult to please you at all, in fact, Eren was beyond amazing with words. Slowly he adds a third, making sure he didn’t hurt you. As much as you hadn’t behaved preferably tonight and didn’t deserve such treatment there’s no way his massive cock could fuck you without getting you wet enough first, he couldn’t risk you being in pain, even if he wasn’t happy with you.

Once he was in comfortable his fingers began to pick up the pace, so much that you would probably hear it from underneath you if it wasn’t for all your moaning. Eren could tell you were close, you were getting louder, clenching around him tighter, the expression on your face was enough to let him know too, so he just stopped.

“What? ‘Ren I’m so close.” You whined pleading with him but he didn’t care, laughing at your desperation instead.

“You’re not cumming on anything but my cock today but I already told you, first say you belong to me and I’ll give it to you.” He pushed your underwear back into position, rubbing against you from the outside now, enough that you wouldn’t cum but still feel good as your slick formed a dark patch.

“Please.”

“Say it.”

“I belong to you.” It was enough to make pre-cum leak out of his tip, his pants were uncomfortably tight now. In all honesty the moment he walked through your front door it had started but you were the only girl who could get him so unbelievably hard.

“Again.” He leaned in closer, wanting to hear it loud and clear so that he could remember it well enough.

“I belong to you ‘Ren.”

“Yeah you do so you know what? I’m gonna cum wherever I want, starting with right here.” His fingers ghosted over your slit before his attention was brought back to your face, “Then that pretty mouth of yours, you’re gonna take my cock in it yeah?”

You nodded, eager to do anything to please him because you knew that you were in for the night of your life. “And then your tits, fuck I love your tits. And if you’re feeling up to it your ass, but you will be feeling up to it, right baby?”

“Yes ‘Ren.” You were already working on unbuckling his belt, you needed him inside you absolutely more than you’ve ever needed anything on this planet.

“Good, you’re so good. You’re gonna make what you did tonight up to me.” He watched you pull down his pants before going straight for his boxers, he could almost laugh at your desperation.

His cock sprung free and you couldn’t help but gape a little, sure he’d fucked you before but you’d hardly gotten a look, it’s not like the counter was too mobile and by the time you’d gotten to the bedroom? Well, you can hardly keep your eyes open. “I can’t take that.” You gaped a little.

“You can, and you will, you did it last time.” His hands move to your waist before they’re back on your underwear, “You ready baby?”

You took a deep breath before nodding, he rearranged his grip on you to be more firm with one hand as he held his cock on the other, pushing it into you slowly. You were making it difficult for him at first you were pushing him out and he didn’t get why, unless you were just this tight.

You began to whine a little, he could feel your nails digging into his skin but paid it no mind, if anything he liked it, the fact that there would be something left on him after your night together. “I know I know.” He coaxed you, grabbing your face with one hand slowly, “Does it hurt?”

“Mhmm.” You turned your face away from him, you were between the point of pain and pleasure right now. Never in a million years did you think you would curse Eren Jaeger for having such a big dick but never in a million years did you think you’d be fucking him either.

“Then I’m sorry about this.” You furrowed your eyebrows at him, unsure what he meant until he began pounding into you at an ungodly pace. He’d hardly given you the time to adjust, he wanted to, he really did, but he couldn’t hold back, he was drunk on you.

“Shit ‘Ren.” You managed between moans, digging into him even harder, he caught your surprise at first, but the louder he got he could tell you liked it when he was like this, just a tiny bit rough with you.

“Sorry babe I just can’t hold back, I’ve been thinking about fucking you all week, all my life.” His lips moved to your neck once again, he’d realised how much you loved that. Right now you could barely even respond with him hitting all the right spots like this. His hand moved towards your breast, rubbing on your nipple lightly but it was enough to make you clench all around him.

“Fuck baby don’t do that you’ll make me cum.” He slowed down his pace, he was going to get everything he wanted tonight that was for sure, but he wanted you in missionary a little longer, you were way too beautiful for him to let you up without a fight.

“I want you to cum, cum in me ‘Ren, please.” You pleaded with him, he almost gaped for a little bit before recollecting himself and giving you a deep chuckle. You got him there, you really did.

“Stop that.” He put his hand over your mouth to stop you from speaking, he knew you were doing it on purpose, you weren’t going to take this away from him, not on his watch. If you said one more word he was sure he’d shoot the biggest load ever inside of you.

“Please.” He could hear your muffled begging even through the way you kept muttering his name as his dick rutted up you relentlessly.

“Be a good girl and take these in your mouth and I’ll think about it.” He slid his fingers in your mouth, already imagining the image of your pretty lips wrapped around his cock. He was going to lose it he was sure of it, you were going to make him lose it. He watched intently as you sucked on his fingers, the entire sight was lewd, erotic even. He was in love.

You grabbed his fingers, sucking and pulling them out until it made a pop sound. “Please daddy.” That was it, it was over for him. The familiar feeling built up inside him and the fact that you were clenching around him with what was now your own orgasm wasn’t helping either. You were practically sucking him in, he was sure that you wanted him to breed you because he couldn’t pull out now if he wanted to.

He groaned as he shot squirts of cum down you, watching as you moaned in overstimulation as he continued rutting into you. He wasn’t going to stop until you got every single drop of him.

“Too much ‘Ren.” You moved your head to the side, he could feel your body shaking under him but he didn’t care this was your fault. He brought his fingers to your clit deciding that he wanted to make you cum again in the span of a few seconds and he did exactly that regardless of the fact that you tried to push him away with your hand.

Another wave had washed over you and you were louder than ever before, you were convinced that Eren made you cum harder and harder each-time, it was like he was learning your body and adding more to make the experience better for you and you could admit he was doing it well.

He buried his head in your neck, slowing down until he completely stopped and regained himself. That was the largest load he’d ever shot in his life and he could feel it dripping out from inside you onto his dick without even looking.

“You bitch.” You could feel his low vibration against your neck though you couldn’t respond, you were already two fucked out for that, the overstimulation having its way with you. “You made me cum.” He grabbed your face with one hand, “You know what comes next right?”

He grabbed your body, flipping you over so that you were on top of him now. He placed a chaste kiss on your lips, you didn’t know how he did it, how he was so rough with his words but sweet with his actions. You grabbed his hair, tugging on it while the two of you made out. He was so pretty like this with his hair down, fucking you like his life depended on it. Those thoughts didn’t last long though, how could they when Eren was suddenly pushing you towards the other side of the bed. He grabbed you then, placing you gently on the ground so that you were on your knees. “I’m gonna fuck your face baby, you’d like that wouldn’t you?”

“Yes ‘Ren.” You stabilised yourself on his thigh, his cock was already hanging down, hitting the side of your face. “Make sure you keep all of that inside you or else I’ll stop.” You couldn’t even respond because he didn’t even take a second before shoving his dick in your mouth. He wasn’t joking when he said that he would fuck your face.

He had a firm grip on your head, abusing your throat as much as he wanted. And when the tears began brimming in your eyes? Well that was his favourite part of course. This was the perfect look for him, if you were going to cry for anyone or anything it better be because he’s shoving his dick down your throat.

He grabbed his phone, he couldn’t resist. There’s no way he would let himself forget this moment, he needed to replay it over and over, for when he was fisting his own cock thinking of you. There was already a ring of his cum as your head bopped up and down, his balls slapping against you as he shoved the phone in your face. “Look into the camera baby, need to see you.”

Your eyes flickered upwards and he wished he could burn this into his mind, “Fuck just like that.” Your mascara was running down your face, tears pricking the side, your makeup completely ruined of course and the most fucked out expression he had ever seen. And it was all because of him.

“You’re perfect you know that? Fucking perfect.” He ended the video, tossing it somewhere on the bed so he could pull you off him, giving you a minor breather. “Touch yourself.” He commanded, seeing how you were rubbing your thighs together to get off.

He could see the shy expression on your face so he grabbed your jaw with his right hand, “Please baby? I wanna see, need to see you.”

Slowly you brought your hand to your clit, rubbing it on softly with little moans. He didn’t know he could get harder than he was right now, this was insane, you were insanely perfect. He brought his hand to his own cock, stroking it while he watched you. “Shit keep going.” He put his dick back in your mouth, less harsh than last time so he could still feel the moans from your own fingers vibrating down his dick.

Your lips, tongue, face and moans combined were enough to send him over the edge. You watched as his head tipped back as his orgasm washed over him, he pulled his dick out and fisted it so that he could cum all over your face. You laughed to yourself a little, opening up your mouth so that he could tap his tip against your lips for the remainder but he didn’t stop there, no, he didn’t care that your face was covered in cum, he needed more.

He kept fisting his cock into overstimulation so he had another load reserved just for your tits, he was gonna make good on his promise from earlier. White covered your nipples, the warm feeling was enough to get you to grip his thighs. “Fuck y/n, I swear your my favourite girl in the entire world, you hear me? The world.” He gets you to your feet, pushing you back onto the bed.

He begins worshipping your body, kissing every part of you that he could find, making his way down towards your inner thigh, licking up some of the slick that was dripping down your thighs. This was the moment he was waiting for, for you to be wet enough for him to do this. He flipped you around so that your back was to him. He ran his hands down your body, like he was drinking in the sight once again.

“Are you okay with this?” He asked while grabbing his cock, getting ready to push it inside your ass. You nodded but it wasn’t enough for him, “Need to hear you say it.”

“I’m okay with it ‘Ren.”

“Good because I’m going to defile you in every way possible, there’s not going to be a single part of you I haven’t cummed in.” He grabs your throat while inserting himself inside. He wasn’t as rough as he was before, he couldn’t be if he wanted to you were just so fucking tight there, it was impossible for him. He moved his fingers to your clit, “Relax for me babe, loosen up.” You did as he said so he could push in further, a satisfied moan coming out of his mouth before he began moving, both hands on your hips.

You were moaning uncontrollably, how couldn’t you be? He moved to insert a finger in your pussy, while completely ramming himself up your ass. You were going to lose your mind, you couldn’t even think, and could hardly breathe with his hand around your throat. You felt stuffed, the only thing that could make this better is if you had another dick in your mouth.

“Who else has been in here?”

“No one.

“That’s right, all mine.” The sensation of his left hand roaming up and down your body, his right fingering you and his cock up your ass drove you over the edge quickly in a way you had never felt before. You couldn’t even open your mouth to tell him you were about to cum, you could barely move. It was almost like you were half-conscious but you could feel the mess you were making below you and you had no doubt Eren was cumming too considering the hot liquid trialing down your ass. “Fuck baby did you just squirt?” He moved back a little to basque in all your glory before a grin returned to his face.

“You know what this means right? You’ve got to do it again for me, want a better view this time.” And like usual, he always got what he wanted.

A/N: It took me like two days to write this??? I have no clue why I found it so difficult but thank you for the request & all the support on part 1 of favourite girl I’m feeling so much more inspired to write again, the things you guys say mean the world to me.

Thank you for everything & requests for Eren Jaeger are open.

#attack on titan #eren jeager smut #eren jeager x reader #eren smut #eren x fem!reader #eren x reader

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neon-lavander · 3 years ago

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𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋

𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐆𝐄𝐑

You can read Part 2 here

C/W: smut, fem bodied reader, breeding kink, mentions of pregnancy (no one gets pregnant), cheating, pictures, semi-public?

You laughed watching the bottle on the ground land on Jean, the two of you locked eyes while the group cheered the two of you on. “And what if I don’t kiss him?” You asked, raising an eyebrow. You knew you would, you never turned down spin the bottle, but you loved being difficult regardless. “You know you want to.” Jean leaned backwards slightly, he was starting to feel like he was in heat at the sight of you, you were the sexiest girl here, everyone knew that.

All the boys were secretly praying that it would land on them, but alas fate had it’s say. He even knew that Eren, in the corner of his eye was loathing the sight in front of him right now. Obviously he had opted out of the game, well he didn’t have much of a choice considering he had an entire girlfriend and you had instantly ruled him out as a participant but right now he was considering giving Jean a nice wack in the face.

“Maybe.” You crawled towards him, Historia couldn’t help but squeal, Ymir clasped her hand over her girlfriend’s mouth while Mikasa watched intently. Her eyes flickered to Eren’s momentarily, wondering what was running through his head, seeing his bestfriend, well ex-bestfriend she should say, crawling up towards the boy he hates most with pure lust on her face, he was definitely seething. Not even Armin could pretend not to notice the way he gripped onto his beer glass a little harder and the way his eyebrow quirked up as he took interest in your next moves.

You were now eye to eye with Jean and you wasted no time fisting his shirt as you pulled him closer into an intense make-out session. He swore he’d forgotten the fact that your friend group was there, all that he cared about was you and the taste of alcohol between the two of you. Fuck he wanted more, he needed more.

“Enough.” Eren pulled you backwards from the back of your top, you smirked at Jean seeing the flushed expression on his face. “Fuck is your problem Jaeger?” Jean scoffed watching as Eren situated you next to him on the couch in a protective manner, he literally had a fucking girlfriend, Jean didn’t understand why he was always so bothered over you.

“You two are slowing down the game and this isn’t a fucking porno.” He leaned back against the couch, returning the venomous look that Jean was giving him. You glanced in his direction, he looked as gorgeous as ever with those jade orbs, his signature man-bun and that stupid unbothered expression on his face despite the words coming out of his mouth. You shouldn’t be thinking this, you were the worst girl in the world.

Jean rolled his eyes, by the time he had tried looking back in your direction you had already lost interest, opting on eyeing down some rando that had just walked past your group at the party. You were so fickle like that, Jean was convinced no one on this earth could tame you, perhaps the only time you had ever been obedient is when it came to Eren, for whatever reason you always listened to him. He knew that the two of you had been bestfriends since as long as he could remember and honestly there was a time he thought it was more than that, but once Eren got a girlfriend he assumed he was wrong. Now, he second guessed himself, more-so he wondered about you, what did you think about Eren?

You crossed your legs with a laugh, “Ren, stop being an asshole.” You tipped your head back on the couch, tilting it to face him a little. He was convinced this was the closest he had been to you in months, he hadn’t heard the nickname in a while and man did he fucking miss it. “You’re not playing anymore.” He announced taking a swig of his beer, in return you pouted, prompting an explanation. “You’re drunk.” He explained, at that you shook your head, you both know you weren’t drunk but you assumed he had his own reasons. You knew him and Jean had bad blood.

“Next person, Reiner it’s your turn.” Armin pointed at his blonde counterpart with hopes of changing the subject, he didn’t want to hear any more bickering between the two boys, especially not over you, not when he had his own feelings that you would never acknowledge.

You watched intently as the bottle spun, it landed on Historia and the entire group grimaced, I mean how couldn’t you? Not only was she a lesbian, but she had a girlfriend, the two of them had made a collective decision to play but still your reaction stood.

“Does your mom know you’re here?” Eren pulled you out of your thoughts, leaning in your direction and whispering in your ear. You could feel his bottle pushed up against your breast, but ignored the sensation, turning to face him instead. “What do you think?” You asked, knowing that he knew better than that.

He chuckled in your ear, “Nothings changed huh?” A smile broke out on his face, it was different from the ones you’d seen the past few months. You’d only seen him briefly at group gatherings but he wasn’t as vibrant as before.

“You’re acting like it’s been years.” You scoffed playfully, taking the bottle out of his hand to have your own sip. He didn’t react, he was half expecting it when he pushed it up against you if he was being completely honest.

“Feels like it.”

You furrowed your eyebrows at him and the dismay in his voice, “Don’t do that Eren.” You sighed, turning away, not before taking a larger swig of the beer first.

“Do what?”

“Act like we’ve stopped being friends.”

He moved to push some hair out of your face but you caught his hand before he could, “See that? We have stopped being friends.” You did exactly what he expected you to, he just wanted to prove his point. “This isn’t what friends do.”

“Isn’t it? We used to do stuff like this all the time.” His eyes flickered down at your cleavage then back at your lips before finally coming back to your eyes. Despite what you said he could see straight through you, he just knew you that well.

“We never did anything inappropriate.” You challenged, and it was true. You’d never slept together, never kissed apart from once as a dare but it was never real, sure there had been lingering touches here and there but he had never truly touched you in that way.

“Maybe not, but you would never stop me from doing this before.” He subtly placed his hand on your thighs, your eyes flickered over to the group, glad to see they were all too preoccupied to see what was happening between the two of you. Your mind was currently battling between proving him wrong by letting his hand linger and pushing him off to respect his relationship but it had led to hesitation which meant he had already won. Besides, why were you putting more effort into his relationship than he was?

He chuckled at you and the conflicted expression on your face, now what to do with you he wondered, there’s always been so many things he would do to you if he had the chance. Since the two of you were young he had a crush on you, but of course the older the two of you got it developed into more, and then there was a point where you couldn’t even touch him without him getting rock hard. Much like now where he could feel his pants getting tighter, just by looking at your face alone, fuck you were so beautiful to him.

“But you have a—“

“—Girlfriend? Are you going to keep saying that?”

You rolled your eyes at him, not willing to entertain this conversation right now as you brushed his hand off. Instead you stood up, excusing yourself to the kitchen to get a drink, anything to escape the charm of Eren Jaeger because you would struggle to control yourself and you knew that.

What you didn’t expect though was for him to hand his drink to Armin, telling him to look after it while he followed you in. He wanted to have this conversation here and now before you decided to duck him for another few months, he wanted things to go back to the way they were between the two of you, more than anything.

The kitchen was empty, you were relived that everyone else was out at the pool or in the living-room. One thing you loved about this frat was how well you knew your way around, well when you’d be around for Eren all the time at-least. You grabbed a bottle of water, opting to sober up a little considering you were sure things would wrap up soon and you didn’t want to be stumbling home.

When you closed the door of the refrigerator you were met with Eren on the other side, eyebrow raised like he was interested in what you were doing. “What do you want Eren?” You sighed sounded exasperated, you had nothing more to say to him. Nothing more that he would want to hear atleast.

“Eren? What happened to ‘Ren?” He asked, grabbing your chin lightly to survey your face. You’d tried a new lip colour, he liked it, he liked everything on you.

“Stop.” You pushed him lightly, walking past to the side of the marble kitchen island, leaning against it as you opened the cap. He felt like you were torturing him here. You were the prettiest girl in the world, that was for sure. And right now your tits were pressed up against a cold counter, he could practically visualise your nipples hardening while your ass waved around.

He sighed loud enough to catch your attention, watching intently as you drank, “What’s your problem?” He asked, “I’m just trying to communicate with you.”

“Like this? Get fucking real Eren, things aren’t going to go back to how they were.” You gave him a hard reality check, one that he hated, it made his throat feel tight and it wasn’t something that he was willing to accept.

“Stop calling me that.” He inched closer to you, this time you didn’t back off or try to scramble away. He could feel it now, if he pushed your buttons hard enough you would have an outburst, then he could know how you were really feeling.

“What the fuck do you want from me?”

“I want you to stop acting so distant.” He clicked his tongue like it was obvious. Why were you asking such silly questions? Why fucking else would he be running around in circles trying to catch your attention all the time.

“I’m not being distant.” You lied plainly, you didn’t believe it, he didn’t either. You hadn’t texted him in months, you made consistent excuses for why you couldn’t see him even though you easily showed up to every group activity, you didn’t come over to his house anymore. You still spoke to his mother but not him, he just couldn’t fathom what was going through your head.

“You’re lying to me y/n, you should know better.”

“Well you should know better than to get a fucking girlfriend.” There it was, that’s what he was looking for. So that was your problem, he couldn’t help the way he raised his eyebrow. Instinctively he reached out for you, in return you attempted to slap him this time but he caught your hand before you could, he was way too fast for you.

“Is that what it is?” His grip on your wrist tightened as he pulled you forward, practically flush into his chest so he could cage you against the counter. Now you couldn’t help but look up into his emerald eyes, you couldn’t even crawl out if you wanted to, his body was so close pressed up against yours that it was ridiculous.

“What do you think?” You turned your head to the side, wanting to ignore his intimidating glare. His eyes were sending you that a look that really questioned if the reason you had put him through all of this was over a fucking girlfriend. “Are you serious?” He laughed to himself, “I didn’t know you could be so childish.”

“Childish—? I look out for your relationship more than you do, you’re the childish one.” You wanted to push him, you really did, but you knew he wouldn’t budge an inch and that it would just provoke him more.

“I never asked you to do that.”

“Well I sure hope not considering you should be doing it your fucking self.” He grabbed your jaw at that, he wouldn’t let you speak to him in that manner, you knew that well. He had never hurt you before, and he never would but he’s always dominated the friendship. Usually he let you have things your way, but when he wanted something, he would get it.

“You wanna give me a speech about my girlfriend? Hm? You wanna talk about respect?” He flipped you over, pushing you up against the counter as his hands slowly trailed up against your legs. You couldn’t help the excitement that ran through your blood. “Why’d you come dressed like this then? Fucking short ass skirt.” He was holding himself back right now, the things he could do to you, the things he would do.

“Eren—“

“I told you not to call me that.” He pushed you harder, “Try again.”

“Ren.”

“Good, now what should I do with you? Tell me what will make you feel better, tell me what to do so you’ll forgive me.” He whispered into your ear, moving his hands to your lower back instead, loosening his grip.

“Apologise to me.”

He laughed at that, “Apologise for getting a girlfriend?” You could feel his low reverb vibrating throughout your body, “You’re fucking spoiled you know that?”

“I want what I want, apologise.”

“Fine, sorry princess.” He grabbed your neck, tilting your head upwards so that his eyes could meet yours while he apologised. “Feel better?”

“No.” You scoffed of course you didn’t feel fucking better, he left you all high and dry for a girl he met a couple of weeks before and he wants you to accept his apology that easily.

He sighed again before pushing you back up against the counter, firmly this time, the sudden force was enough so that you’d have to hold back a moan. “Do you know what I’m gonna to you if you don’t start behaving y/n?”

“No.”

“Want me to show you?”

“Maybe.”

He chuckled, “Is this what you wanted?” He asked moving his hands along your body. God he wanted this for years, as much as his voice reeked of dominance you could still hear the sound of his own excitement behind it all. You were the girl he wanted, the one he always wanted.

“Wait.” You reached back and grabbed his hand, reality hitting you like a brick. “You have a girlfriend.”

He leaned forward against your body, placing soft kisses on your neck before whispering, “You’re gonna be my girl tonight.” You shouldn’t be doing this, you know you shouldn’t, but man is he fucking irresistible. “You’ve always been my girl, you know that right?” He spun you around before crashing his lips on yours. This felt like nothing like what the two of you had done in truth or dare a couple of years ago. This one was genuine if you could even call it that, there was more than lust between the two of you. Years of pining, years of touches, years of love, all conveyed in one single kiss.

You reached up, dragging the hairtie out of his hair, he let it happen considering he knew how much you loved it when his hair was down. You always believed Eren was handsome but something about him like this, looking so fucked out before the two of you had even started was perfect, he was perfect.

“Fuck baby, you don’t know how long I’ve wanted this.” He watched as you moved to unbutton your shirt, how were you this fucking gorgeous? His eyes flicker down as your cleavage spills out, a dark red bra keeping it all together. He literally moaned at the sight, he was harder now than he had ever been in his entire life, you were the girl of his dreams.

“Tell me, tell me how bad you want me and I might let you touch them.”

He groaned feeling pre-cum coming out of his tip already, you had more effect on him than he had felt in his entire life combined. “When I fuck my hand I think of your face, I think of having you like this, wrapped around me. I pretend she’s you when I fuck her too, I can’t help it, I don’t care if it’s perverted.”

“You’re fucked up.” You tease with a laugh, dragging down your bra a little to tell him that you like what you’re hearing. “Shit y/n, let me? Please?”

“Ask again.”

“Please baby.”

“Hmm.” You pretended to think it over for a second before pulling the entire thing down. He had to stop himself from cumming right there and then, the perfect tits he’d envisioned in all of his fantasies looked even better than he could imagine, how?

Instantly he moved towards them, his mouth on one nipple while his fingers massaged the other. You swore he wouldn’t even have to touch you anywhere else to push you over the edge at this rate. You began moaning lightly and it sounded like heaven to him. He didn’t care if he was cheating, he hardly thought he was cheating. You were his girl like he said, you’d been there first and the only reason he had started dating Amelia was to get you off his mind, it was never anything serious, not to him at-least.

He pulls away to lift you onto the counter to your surprise. Lifting your skirt swiftly to see that you weren’t wearing any panties, his knees went weak at the sight, he almost collapsed. “Fuck, the things I’m gonna do to you.”

“Show me.”

He grinned at that before putting his head in between your thighs, it didn’t take long for him to find your clit and make quick work on it with his tongue. You couldn’t help you moaned and shut your thighs around his head in instinct, but for some reason there wasn’t a feeling in the world that he adored more. He could die right here and be the happiest man on earth.

Ah yes, Eren Jaeger, death by pussy, it sounded ideal to him.

You raked your hands through his hair, tugging at it lightly to get him to moan inside you. This was your favourite feeling ever, you could go your entire life like this, you wished you fucking could.

“Ren, I’m gonna—“

“Do it.” He cut you off, going harder than he was before, eliciting those beautiful sounds out of you. He was fucking obsessed with you, he always had been but now there was no way he was letting you go anywhere.

You cummed in his mouth but still he didn’t stop then, you had to cover your noises with your own hand. You were just glad that the music was loud enough that no one could hear you from in here but fuck was this the hottest thing you’d ever been through. It didn’t take long for him to rip another orgasm out of you from overstimulation, at that point you couldn’t even cover it up, the way your body began shaking and your head tilted back was making you feel things you had never felt before in your life.

You could barely register the feeling of Eren bringing you off the counter just to push you back up against it again, this time your bare nipples on the marble. “Be good for me y/n, we’re just getting started.”

He began sucking on your neck again, you felt so overwhelmed right now but in a good way, you wish you could feel it forever. He flipped your skirt up again, grabbing your bare ass in his hands, it was a perfect fit.

His hands darted to his pocket when he realised that he didn’t have a condom. He was going to end his life right here. Today of all days he decided to slip up. “Shit, I don’t have protection.”

“Grind against me, wanna feel you.” You barely managed out in your fucked out state. Of course he would oblige, pulling down his pants and underwear with no hassle. Suddenly the thought that anyone could burst through that door had occurred to you. “What if we get caught?”

“I don’t care, I want people to watch, I want them to see that you’re mine.” Especially Jean, he wished that Jean could watch the two of you right now, it would break his heart and that’s exactly what Eren wanted. The thought sent shivers down your spine, of both excitement and nerves, it just made you wetter and you could feel the way Eren was dragging his fingers along your slick.

“Fuck you’re so hot.” He puts them in his mouth, licking it off before bringing his attention back to you. He gives you some friction by grinding up against you, you were practically lubing his dick right now as he dragged it through your slit, but didn’t dear pushing it in. He was unintentionally teasing you, dragging it over your clit slowly which made your body shiver.

“The tip baby, let me put in the tip.”

“Just the tip?” You asked for confirmation, you shouldn’t, you know you shouldn’t, unprotected sex was dangerous and the last thing you wanted was to be pregnant but you couldn’t help yourself right now, you wanted him so bad.

“Just the tip.” He reassured.

You nodded slowly feeling his thick head push through leading to a moan, louder than the ones before, fuck he wished he could hear it more. He wanted you to feel his balls slapping against your ass, to take his entire length, he wanted to see if it would fit.

He pulled out slowly before pushing it back in, his own moans were load. You would have never expected Eren to be vocal but then again, you would never have expected to be pushed up against a counter like a slut either by your best-friend.

“I need more, I need you, just a little more.” He asked for permission which you granted by throwing it back on him. Shit he almost cummed right there, “You’re so tight fuck, how are you so tight?” He pushed his length further in, “You’re just too big.” You said between moans, you’d never felt anything like this but you hoped it wasn’t the last time.

At one point he just bottomed out he couldn’t help it and you weren’t complaining considering how much you loved the stretch, he made you feel so full. “You were made for me you know that? This was made for me.” He slaps your ass, you moaned in response leading to him doing it again before he begins a steady pace. You were practically leaking already, he wanted nothing badly than to watch you cream all over his cock.

“I’ll pull out.” He half-whispered to himself, he’ll pull out, he has to. Eventually he picked up the pace to the point where it was brutal, he’d stuffed his fingers in your mouth to quiet you down, he’d love to hear you, he would, but he also loved watching you suck his fingers while taking his cock at the same time like a fucking slut. He fucking loved you.

Suddenly his pocket began vibrating, he knew it was his phone and reached to turn it off but then saw it was his girlfriend calling. He glanced between you and the phone in his hands, he didn’t feel an ounce of guilt. In fact, he felt comfortable enough answering even though his cock was jack hammering you on the kitchen island of his frat.

“Hello?” He says, you were barely paying attention considering the feeling of being stuffed in the mouth and pussy with his heavy balls hitting your ass, you didn’t care who he was speaking to, you half knew it was her.

“Eren are you okay, how’s the party?”

“Fuck—“ You squeezed around him tightly, he didn’t know you’d enjoy this, him fucking you while his girlfriend was blissfully unaware. “Is everything okay?” She asked, confused by his heavy breathing and pants, are those moans?

“Yeah shit— we’re just messing around, me and the guys you know.” He was getting close and so were you, he could feel it, the way you were squeezing around him was diabolical but he was hitting you in all the right spots you couldn’t help it. It’s like he knew exactly what to do to make you feel good even though the two of you had never done anything like this before.

“Oh that’s good I’m glad your having fun, are you gonna come and see me today?”

“Not today — ah, I’m a little busy.”

He could practically hear her pouting on the phone but didn’t care, “Tomorrow then?” She asked. But he didn’t wanna see her tomorrow, he didn’t wanna see her ever when he had the girl he loved bent over a counter giving him the pussy of his dreams.

“Maybe.” He lied, watching you intently, not wanting to miss your face when you came on his cock, he needed to see it and etch the memory into his mind, future jerking off material for life. “Look I’ll call you later yeah? I’m a little occupied.” Yeah he was definitely occupied.

“Okay, lat—“ He cut the phone before she could even finish, tossing it to the other end of the counter so he could grab your waist with both hands. “Ren — I’m gonna—“

“I know baby do it.” You squeezed against him and he thought he was in heaven, even after he’d pounded into you with zero mercy you were still so tight, you were his soulmate.

He kept going, his pace not even faltering, looking to send you towards your fourth orgasm of the night. “I’m gonna fucking breed you y/n, I need to come inside and you’re gonna take it yeah? Are you gonna take it?” He couldn’t bring himself to pull out, and he knows he shouldn’t, and you know you shouldn’t but yet—

You nodded, barely being able to register what he was saying. “Good girl, you’re gonna have my kids, wanna have my kids?”

“Yes daddy.”

“Fuck.” He slapped your ass again, that was the hottest thing he had ever heard in his entire life, he was already thinking about how he was gonna get you to say it on camera so he could listen to it on loop.

He came so hard, harder than he ever had before in his life, he filled you up so fast that it was leaking out of your pussy and he could feel it in your stomach. He didn’t wanna stop, he rode out his orgasm inside you, fucking it back in. He wanted you to get pregnant, he wanted everyone to know you were his.

He forced himself into overstimulation and he didn’t have any problems with doing it, he needed to come inside you again, to mark you again, he didn’t want this to end, he needed to be inside for longer, even if it was just a few seconds. You on the other hand couldnt even formulate sentences, not sure how he was shooting ropes of cum inside you still. And you were in big trouble, the both of you knew it but that was a problem for later, right now you wanted him inside you too.

“Fuccckk.” He grabbed one of your tits, squeezing on it as his second orgasm washed out over him and into you. It was a fucking mess now, cum was threatening to spill out of you and there was nothing he could do. He wasn’t going to clean you up, he refused, he was too obsessed with the sight of it inside. Once he had finished he didn’t want to move, he stayed inside for a couple more seconds before an idea flashed into his mind.

“Baby, pose for me okay?” He pulled out, pulling up his pants and underwear while grabbing his phone from the counter, “I’m gonna make an entire folder of you like this, I’m gonna look at it every night do you hear me? Every fucking night.” He got all the angels he could and a particularly nice shot of all of his cum up your pussy, it was enough to make him hard again.

Once he’d gotten all the material he needed he lifted you up bridal style, on the bright side his room was just upstairs, on the flip side he would fuck you again in there, he already decided. He was gonna fuck you until he was shooting blanks, and then maybe fuck you some more. He was quite literally drunk on you and for his girlfriend? Well, he didn’t think she’d be sticking around for too long anyway.

a/n: thanks for reaching until the end, if you follow me you’ll know i haven’t made any content in like a year and this was super spur of the moment. so i’m sorry if my writing is a little rusty.

i’m thinking of reopening my taglist and maybe adding this to my masterlist if anyone likes it. just a reminder that requests are open for eren jaeger considering i’m currently undergoing brainrot LMAO. thanks again, bye.

#eren jeager x reader #eren jeager smut #eren yaegar #eren smut #eren x you #eren x fem!reader #attack on titan eren

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neon-lavander · 3 years ago

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what do you think eren in among us concept where eren fucks reader to make her shut up from reporting that he is the imposter

this can be interpreted in so many different ways omg, so i’ll do a halloween party 🫠

CONTENT WARNINGS: fwb type relationship, a lil quickie, creampie, mouth covering, gn!reader, reader doesn’t cum (so sorry,,, this ain’t like me fr), nothing much really….

NOTES FROM SIN: i’m sorry y’all this was really rushed and i think it’s terrible, but i tried. my brain doesn’t function while i’m on vacay😭

eren always picks black, always. something about it bringing out his eyes, or some bullshit excuse like that. helps when all the lights are off and low visibility is given to him. only him— the fucking imposter. so when he’s up in someone’s face they get spooked, and almost scream when he’s shoving that shitty ass makeshift knife through them.

and he never gets caught. miraculously, nobody has found out it was him, well besides armin. when the huddle unfolds their paper and get’s their roles and job task he gives armin a signal. an upside down thumb and a quick whistle. it’s his way of saying ‘stay away from me, min. can’t let them know.’

but you figured it out, you made your way down an incredibly long hallway and shined your flashlight last minute. that’s when you saw him, it. eyes peering down at jean's body, that got taken out of the game, the first one to be dealt with. fucker should’ve been more wise. nobody, absolutely nobody is supposed to go to electricity alone.

eren sees you, and he see’s the faint outline of your body. the first step back you take, and your immediate sense of urgency. your hands search aimlessly in the dark for a dip in the wall, some sort of cold extrusion; as you sweep your hands over the wall one last time you feel it. a handle that you quickly open, making sure to stay quiet as you open it. you can hear his footsteps, they aren’t fast, but you’re still scared.

his voice seeps through the walls, “y/n,” he cooes, “wanna come tell me what you saw?”

“i promise i was about to report, my fingers just kept slipping and i couldn't get my password to work.” he admitted playfully, scraping his fingers against the wall. you didn’t make a peep. you’re heart was racing and you purse your lips tight. you even squeezed your nose too scared that he’d hear your breathing even from the grand size of the stretched hallways.

“come on y/n we can report it together.” you can hear his expression, that toothy, cocky grin that he loves to show. when it sounds like he’s rounded the corner of that abnormally long hall, you take a deep breath. one too deep, your heart nearly came upthe small passage of your throat, and you slid your back down the wall. you pull your phone out and clasp your arms around your knees.

you knew it was him. did he think you were dumb? you can’t call a meeting unless you get to the kitchen and text from the phone placed in it. it was just an extra phone that connie happened to have. you flashed your light around, careful to not let the cloth of your shirt scratch anymore against the wall. you waved the light around, noticing the gleam of a shiny cylindrical surface. you got it! you placed the light higher and noticed the bong and lighters that sat atop the counter.

you immediately realized how close you were to the ‘call a meeting’ button and excitement bursted through you. you’d never gotten this far, you always ended up dying, somebody was just always one step ahead of you. more tentative, skillful and strategical. but not this time. you rose up from the floor, and placed a ear against the door. it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop; you focused in to ensure that it was only you. no wood cracked and no door hinges squealed as they got pried open. you were safe. yes!

you slowly opened the door, nervous hands shaking around the handle, but you made it. you were back in the hall and you immediately checked your surroundings. there was nobody at all, you knew the mapping. all you had to do was bank left, past poor jean's body, and make it to the end of the hall where there was a staircase that led right to the kitchen.

“i’m gonna get that bitch, he won’t even see me coming.” you grinned. mischief was written all over your face. you took off making sure to check your back at all times, you weren’t stupid at all, you couldn’t fuck up during this final stretch. moving with haste you made it to the stairs and quietly walked down. step.step.step! there you were at the bottom.

you could see the phone sitting amidst the dark, its screen was dim, but lit up at least an inch of the diameter. you were right there walking, reaching out your arms to pick up the phone until you got pulled to the side. yanked. and you felt a cold surface behind you. and a presence right in front of you. it was so dark you couldn’t see a thing and the figure in front of you had blocked any and all light from the phone.

you were against the fridge, one the commemorative antiques behind you plopped right onto the floor, the bang nearly silent. you felt a leg spread yours before slotting itself between yours. “get the fuck off of me, er- ” you struggled. he plopped a big hand right over your mouth. you tried to get a nip at his palms but he could feel your tongue against him and pulled it away quickly before slapping it back over your mouth.

even in this solicit darkness you could feel his eyes, their unsolicited gaze. his breath was inches away from your face, unruly and ragged. he had come from the other side of the house and waited in secret for you. even with his low visibility he could see the neat ruffles of your skirt prance around the corner.

“you thought you were gonna get me?” his fingers pressed into your mouth and with much more force. caressing the now wet interior of your cheeks. “ i was so close.” you murmured; squeezing your hands into a fist and pushing into the strong barrier of his chest. “‘maybe next time, sweetheart.” his voice dropped, nearly an octave lower than before.

your attempt to push him off of you proved futile. before you knew it his hands were gripping your wrist and he twisted you around. ready to push you up against the counter. the same counter that you had memory memories on. he nearly knocked everything off of it.

he bent you over the counter and flipped the bottom of your miniskirt up over your ass. “you won’t tell anyone right? just need me to fuck this little hole of yours and you’ll keep quiet?”

“you could just kill me, you know?” you muttered, absolutely disgusted and annoyed at the weakness of your legs. he pushed his hardon in between your ass cheeks, “this is more fun. don’t ya think.” he chuckled. “ pink and black always go together,” he strained, disregarding the sudden slump of your body as he pushed his cock all the way in.

“didn’t wanna tell on me anyway did ya.” he spoke through gritted teeth, sinking in his length. you were ready to scream out but he covered your mouth. stuck two fingers in nearly making your quivering throat choke on the digits. “don’t make a fucking sound.”

“‘ren,” you choked back on the thickness of your saliva and his fingers, “this ‘nt fair.” you moan. he’s slamming his hips up against your body, forcing you up onto the marbel counters and forcing an arch in your back so deep. he’s hammering into you and through chuckles and endless swears. “should’ve known this little pussy was gonna get fucked,” he grunted, “soon as you walked through that door with this slutty ass outfit.”

his fingers squeezed around the leather fabric of your skirt and the barely feasible cotton of your top. the light pink crop top was held together by cute little pins that you thrifted yourself. cute cross sections that were further enchanted with cute threads of silver and glinted die to the pretty pigmentation of your skin.

he slithered his free hand around your waist and slipped it up under neath your shirt. fondling the warm skin and gently letting his fingers strum against your nipple, causing you to squeeze his cock more. the heavy clasp of his hand on your mouth had you panting into his palm; tongue flat and slobbing against it.

“not gonna tell on me right?” you shook your head quickly, “no, won’t tell… i won’t.” you shuddered. your nails clacked against the counter tip as you forced a tighter grip on the edge. he was drilling into you not letting up at any point.

sadly, he can’t hold back. this position he has you in, ramming into your poor insides forcing you quiet as he pounds his cock into your poor cunny stirs his stomach. his dick twitches as your saliva seeps out between his fingers, “gonna stay quiet as i fill you up?”

“mhm, i will!” you screamed out. his fingers dug into the sides of your mouth. “shh, shh, ” his lips curled right by the lobe of your ear, “quiet love, take it like a good girl.” he grunted. his fever never let up and fucking you helpless made his balls twitch. you could feel him pulse, the underside of his cock twitched as he dumped his seed inside.

his hands dropped to your ass, giving it a firm smack before he squeezed onto your hips. using it for momentum, keeping him up as he thrusted all his cum into you. your poor legs trembled as he slipped out, you had to brace yourself against the counter.

he pulled your skirt back down and twisted you around; hooking his index under your chin. “now don’t tell anyone.”

“if i win, i’ll let you cum on my cock later.” he whispered, taking his leave to find more victims.

#eren jaeger x reader #eren x black reader smut #eren jaeger x reader smut #eren smut #eren jaeger smut #aot smut #eren x reader smut

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neon-lavander · 3 years ago

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Can I request a scenario where Muzan gets a new family and falls for his new stepdaughter. He kills her mother and kidnaps her once he longer needs them to pose as his family.

how am i just seeing this 😩😩

WARNINGS || nsfw, stepcest, mentions of murder, kidnapping + pet names and manipulation

[ a/n - reader has no idea that she’s been kidnapped. ]

He only planned to keep you and your mother around for a short while. He had no plans of staying in your town forever and your mother was a lot to deal with. He initially chose your mom because he saw you at a local store and he couldn’t stop thinking about you for days before he made up his mind.

You were so beautiful and patient and he knew being with you would also make his other missions easier, considering you would be his wife.

You had been waiting for your mother to arrive from her trip to the village markets. She went out every Saturday morning and would return later in the evening while you would be preparing dinner.

Muzan didn’t seem worried when she didn’t return and by Monday afternoon, you were distraught. You had been so used to it being just you and your mother and before Muzan had come into the picture, your own father had disappeared and never bothered to see you once he left your mother.

Muzan pulls you in for a hug and holds you closely. He knows how much you need physical touch and he’s seen your mother comfort you this way many times before and he’s been preparing for this moment.

“It’s okay darling” He whispers, “It seems she’s no different than your father”

“What? No- that’s not true” You widen your eyes in shock, pushing his chest lightly

“No?” He pouts, cupping the side of your face, “Has she ever done this before?”

“Well no..” You frown, “What if something bad happened to her?”

“I didn’t want to have to say anything” He sighs, “But before she left, she kept saying how tired she was of everything”

“I don’t understand” You say, moving into his space again and he immediately wraps his arms around you

“I thought she was just talking but she complained often about having raised you by herself and that you were so selfish” He shakes his head

He reaches out to wipe your tears and kisses your forehead.

“I thought she loved me” You whisper

“I love you” He says, “I would never do something like that to you”

“You won’t leave me?” You asks, hopeful and he feels a little bad at how gullible you were.

You never really left home on your own and you didn’t have any friends your age. He knew how easy it was to get you to believe him so he knew he just needed to get rid of your mother. He made sure to remove any traces of her.

“Of course not baby” Muzan smiles at you, “I’ll be with you forever”

“What happens now?” You asks, laying your head on his chest and he smirks

“I’ll take you away from here” He says, rubbing your back, “I’ll make sure you live a better life, with me”

He wouldn’t mention anything about marriage just yet. He was in it for the long game and it wouldn’t take much for you to fall for him. You trusted him so much and had no reasons to suspect him.

He couldn’t wait to finally take you. He had thought about how shy you’d be since he knew you were a virgin. His big cock would break you in and you’d never want anyone else.

Muzan had plans to breed you and keep you full of his cum until you had his baby. He had no need for your mother and she would only get in the way of his plans. You belonged to him now and he wouldn’t let anyone take you away from him.

“Daddy will take care of you” He whispers, kissing your cheek

#tw. dark content #tw. stepcest #demon slayer muzan kibutsuji #muzan kibutsuji #muzan x reader #muzan x y/n #muzan kibutsuji x reader

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neon-lavander · 3 years ago

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Dear Rabbit

Yandere! Werewolf! Eren Jaeger x Reader

Word Count: 19k

Pairing: Eren x Reader

Content: Smut, Slight Fluff, Yandere themes, Slight Violence

Content Warnings: Fem bodied reader, Eren calling reader ‘bunny’, use of ‘good girl’ once, calling Eren ‘sir’ once, Dubcon (reader consents but under the influence of “heat”), kidnapping, Hybrids(?), Mentions of Pregnancy/impregnation, implied forced pregnancy, mentions of hunting, Scratching, injury (Eren digging his claws into you), Stockholm Syndrome (speedrun edition—influenced by marking), violence, fighting, raw meat (does that need a warning??), very small amount of hurt/comfort, Yandere themes, possessiveness, obsession, Marking, Smut (Size difference, breeding, slight A/B/O themes, knotting, heat, rut, creampie, cunnilingus, nipple play, F! receiving oral, stretching, stomach buldge, cervix pounding, slight orgasm denial), slight monsterfucking(?)

Summary: A part-wolf part-human creature has been watching you for quite some time, and he’s finally matured enough to make you his mate. You don’t remember him, but he’d do anything to make you his.

Werewolf Eren’s size compared to an average height person

An extra dilf werewolf eren <3

While reading the smut portion of this—please remember that it is unrealistic as fuck, because if you had sex with someone who’s dick was as big as Werewolf Eren’s, your insides would probably break. I lowkey cringed a lot while writing about the heat stuff 😭😭 I am so sorry

Also I sort of combined his manga colors and anime colors in this—black hair and green eyes

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#𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 — 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔.

tags: fem! reader, breeding, unprotected sex, semi public sex (no one is around), creampie

notes: pls let the tags work :,)

“wha—satoru, why’d you just warp us in the middle of—” you’re cut off by the cold press of the wall against your back as gojo’s lips firmly push against yours, messy and desperate and so damn needy—and if your eyes hadn’t fluttered shut in response to his lips on yours, they might’ve widened in shock.

it’s just a little astonishing, just a tad bit unexpected that the man who’s quite literally the strongest is as riled up as he is. and it’s all for you, the way his hands quiver as they trail down your sides and settle on your hips, the way he kisses so sloppy and doesn’t seem to care it’s a clash of tongue and teeth—it’s all because of you. he squeezes your hips, hard, just to ground himself as his breath turns ragged while his lips all but devour yours.

“it’s fine,” he mumbles, “it’s fine, they’ll be fine—fuck, i’ll be quick i promise baby. it’ll be so, so quick,” he groans, and you can feel the strain of his erection through his pants, poking at you as his hands wander past your waist to your ass, squeezing while his tongue glides over your lips before exploring your mouth. his cock is pulsing, hot against you even as the fabric of your clothes separates you from him.

and as your hands instantly make their way to his hair—like second nature, because really, you could never resist gojo—you have to wonder what could’ve possibly made him so impatiently needy? one second you’re laughing with yuji, ruffling his hair, and the next you’re pressed against a brick wall in the middle of god knows where. and gojo’s big—incredibly so—and he cages you with those broad shoulders of his, towering over you with that annoyingly tall figure, feeling you up and groping your tits with those large hands.

honestly, gojo doesn’t even know where it came from, or why it hit him so suddenly. maybe it’s because you’re so good to yuji, because you guide him so gently with a smile that’s warm. or maybe, it’s because gojo’s still been secretly replaying that image of you waving to that toddler on the streets the other day. perhaps it’s because you’re just so nurturing and so fucking sweet—or maybe…maybe it’s because he thinks he finally has a shot at a perfect little family for once. one to come home to and let a genuine smile take on his face, one that awaits his arrival and wishes him to come back safe, one that’s his and only his.

and maybe, the idea of you cooing at an infant as you bounce them gently isn’t too bad of an image either—that coupled with the idea of your breasts swelling isn’t too bad, he supposes.

“but satoru, we’re in the middle of teaching, w-we can’t—”

“won’t take long,” he promises, voice breathless with borderline begging laced in his tone, and gojo satoru has never begged you before. it makes your head spin, makes your knees buckle and your core ache—even if he’s not even verbally said the words. but then he does, and you just don’t know how you’re supposed to say no. “please, please, please. won’t take long. just need to fuck you, just once…just need to fill you up,” he’s rambling, and there’s not a trace of that usual smugness in his words.

no, this time, all that’s left is a gojo that whines into your mouth, ruts his hips into your fist when you cave and reach and palm his stiff length, reaching past his waistband so your thumb glides through his slit and smears the pre cum around his fat tip. he moans, and it’s so pretty and loud and drawn out—and you just can’t fight the rational part of you any longer.

“j-just once—you gotta be quick, kay toru? can’t take long,” you warn, and it’s all he needs, all that has to be said for him to push his pants down his legs and pull yours down too—and he fumbles. his hands shake and he’s clumsy as he guides his thick length to slide up and down your folds and collect your slick before he pushes past your entrance.

he chokes, lets out a guttural groan that melts into the skin of your neck as his face buries into the crook of it, skin slapping against yours as he thrusts in and out at a sloppy pace.

“‘m gonna be q-quick, so quick. fuck—need you so bad, sweetheart. need to see you round with my baby so bad,” he babbles into your neck, cock hammering into you and making your head spin that you almost miss the words. you whimper as his thumb toys with your clit, let out noises so sweet, he craves their taste on his tongue as his mouth is back on yours, drinking in your high-pitched moans. “you look so pretty, yeah? gonna give my p-pretty girl a pretty little baby,” he grunts.

you clamp down on him at those words, and it hurdles him further into losing all composure, lifting one leg to wrap around his waist so he can sink in deeper, go further, fuck you just that much fuller. he hears you plead, hears your voice break as it begs him to go faster, and then it’s all a blur as he bullies into your weeping pussy as his swollen tip kisses your spot over and over and over again in perfect precision, making you both choke on moans.

“t-toru,” you gasp, “toru, fuck.”

“‘m close, baby. so close, ‘m g-gonna cum. gonna give you all my cum, gonna fill you up. you’ll look so pretty carrying my baby,” he rasps, and as if his own words hit him like a ton of bricks, he shudders as he groans deeper than you’ve ever heard him. “my baby,” he growls, “f-fuck, you’re gonna have my fuckin’ baby.”

“wan’ your baby,” you plead, “wan’ it so bad, toru, please,” you cry, tears prickling at your lash line as his thumb rubs circles into your clit while he ruts into your warm walls desperately. your hips push to meet his thrusts, and gojo watches as your jaw slacks with moans that rip from your pretty little lips with each slam of his hips. “c-close, ‘m gonna cum, toru,” you whimper.

“go ahead, baby,” he encourages, pressing a sweet kiss to your jaw as his hips don’t stutter from their brutal pace, “cum as many times as you need to. gonna carry my baby for me, ‘s the least i can do.”

you cum with a whine at his words, eyes screwing shut as you grasp at his shirt with a clawed grip, and gojo follows not long after. thick, hot spurts of cum paint your walls white, and his hips cant to fuck his load into you as deep as it’ll go, a choked string of curses falling from his swollen lips as you milk him of every drop.

“toru!”

“th-that’s it, angel,” he groans, “shit—squeezin’ me so tight, pretty pussy jus’ can’t wait, huh?”

he rides you both through your highs, lets you slump against his chest as you both pant harshly, cum dripping down your thighs as he pulls out. his stares at the sight, at the mess between your legs, at the mess he made—and then he frowns. it’s downright wasteful to let his cum leak, and his cock is still stiff, still just as hard and aching to fill you to the brim as before, so he sinks back in even as you whine, even as your legs quiver and your eyes widen.

“one more, baby, please. jus’ one more—just to be sure, kay? won’t take long, i promise. one more ‘s all i need,” he slurs, and he doesn’t even give you a chance to fully wrap your arms around his neck before he lifts your legs to latch onto his hips and hoist you up, lips back on yours in another heated kiss.

“jus’ one more, toru,” you agree when you pull away—and how could you not give in when he asked so sweetly? and truth be told, you’re not entirely sure if you’ll be able to say no if he asks one more time after this, or another time after that, or just one more time after that.

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#gojo x you #gojo smut #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru smut

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𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐌𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 — 𝐄.𝐉𝐚𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: when Carla decides to share the family photos of Eren as a baby with his son's wife, you can't help but think about having a mini Eren for you too.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: AU where the Jaeger family is alive and happy, breeding, soft dom!Eren, praising, the word daddy is used (within the breeding context), creampie, hypothetic (?) lactation kink, overstimulatiom, one (1) thigh slap, edging (eren edging himself), heavy pregnancy talk. 2.5k words.

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: heavily inspired by baby eren scenes in the final season.

𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨: While We Still Can — A. Alert || Main M.List || AOT M.List

"This one he was chasing a butterfly" Carla taps her finger in a picture of Eren as a baby walking with his little arms extended.

"Mom~" you hear Eren whining embarrassed or the nth time from the porch where he was having a beer with his dad, hearing you and his mother sitting at the dinner table cooing at every new picture of his chubby baby self from twenty plus years ago.

"Shhh, what about this one? Where was that?" you point at another baby Eren picture, Eren groans from the porch as Carla starts to ramble with shiny eyes about the day Grisha took that picture.

You were visiting Eren's parents as you usually do on a Sunday afternoon for tea, it became a habit of Eren and you when Carla started to call you asking if you were not coming 'cause she made cookies or something other treat just for you and him.

Today she was cleaning the basement and found some old photo albums, getting so excited to show you that you ended up staying in your parent in law 's house till late at night.

At some point after tea and even dinner, Eren and his father went to the porch taking some bottles with them, you could hear their voices but not exactly what they were talking about, only Eren complaining when Carla started to share embarrassing stories of him as a kid with you.

"Sorry mom, we gotta go, it’s getting late" Eren enters the kitchen again putting one hand on your shoulder and squeezing it lightly.

"Already?" her big brown eyes looked at you silently asking you to protest.

"I will come back tomorrow" you whisper, Eren clearly hears it, but only shakes his head holding back a smile.

Although he wishes Carla didn’t tell you about the times he sobbed watching The Lion King and showed you his Ninja Turtle costume for Halloween, he still couldn’t help finding your interactions with his mother quite lovely.

"Goodnight, mom" he kisses her head on his way out, patting his dad's back and thanking for the beers.

"You managed to match my mother's excitement there" Eren says when you start to walk the path leading to your house, only a couple of minutes from his parent's.

"Can you blame me? You were the cutest baby in the world" you hug your husband's arm.

"Shut up" he hisses and even in the dark night you notice a tint on his cheeks.

"Seriously, with those big green eyes and thick brown hair. I bet every mom back then wanted to have a cute little thing like you" you tight your hold on his arm.

Truth be told, you wanted a cute thing like that too. You have been wanting for a while now, but Eren and you agreed to wait till the time was right.

"You think so?" he asks and you nod with your cheek on his shoulder, "Does that include you?" you stop mid walk, making him stop too.

"What do you mean?"

"Do you want to have a cute little thing like me too?" his question makes your jaw drop, "'Cause you know... I'm the only one that can make it happen" he joked.

"Are you being serious right now, Eren?"

"Well, only if you want to" he takes your hand, "The right time can be now."

"Sounds like you've been reading my mind Mr Jaeger" you squeeze his hand back smiling.

"I knew it," he smiled back, touching foreheads with you.

"How?"

"My father joked about you getting a baby fever after so many baby photos" you pretend to be offended by gasping and slapping his arm as he laughs, Grisha was not wrong though, "Come on, let's go make a baby."

You and Eren run to your house holding hands. Once you got there you tried your best to fit the key inside the locker but Eren's lips on your neck were making it quite hard.

"Come on~" he whines, hands coming under your blouse to squeeze your waist.

"I'm trying, you horny dog" you finally open the door, getting pushed in and pinned against it in a blink.

"Take responsibility for my hornyness" he presses his body against yours the best he can while hungrily kissing you. Swirling his tongue inside your mouth like he owned the place.

Your hands grip his shirt in a silent plea for him to remove it, which he did by leaving your lips for a second to reach behind his neck pulling the fabric off, messing undoing his bun in the process.

It could be the adrenaline of knowing you would be making a baby in a few minutes, yet Eren looked so fucking beautiful in that moment. Face glowing with sweat from running, a red tint on his cheeks, long hair messily framing his face, green eyes dark with lust, his bare torso right in front of your face, the light coming from the street lamps only serving to highlight his muscles.

Your mouth watered at the sight. How did you get so lucky?

“Are you checking me out?” Eren laughs at your expression. Like a dog in front of a butchery.

“I’m allowed to check out what’s mine” you murmur, reaching a hand out to touch his abdomen, shameless of being caught staring.

“Indeed you are, Mrs Jaeger” Eren bends to pick you by your thighs as you lace them around his waist, arms around his neck to give more support.

Your husband carries you to your bedroom exchanging some sweet drugging kisses here and there, trying to not crash against the furniture.

Finally he enters the bedroom, letting your body fall on the mattress with a yelp, you arch your back to remove your blouse as he watches biting his bottom lip. After years together Eren is still intoxicated by you, he can’t help but be hypnotized by your beautiful swollen lips parted just waiting for him to come kiss you again.

“Eren~” you whine his name, feet rising from the mattress to touch his abdomen trailing down till you reach the waistband of his jeans, purposely gazing at his crotch.

“So needy” he coos unbuttoning his pants and lowering it till he’s bare, his perfect body shining under the dim lights, “Are you that desperate to have my cum?” he takes your ankle placing it on his shoulder as his hand travels on your velvety skin till it reaches the side of your thigh.

You nod, biting your finger. A slap stings the skin where he had his hand on.

“What was that?” Eren presses.

“Yes, Eren, I want your cum” you cry out, “Don’t you wanna fill me up too, baby?” you tease getting impatient. Eren hooks his fingers on your skirt bringing it down your legs along with your underwear.

“Oh I want that more than anything else in the world” he lays down between your legs, placing both your thighs on his shoulders as he inhaled your core, getting drunk even before properly touching you, “But I gotta make sure you will be well prepared to take it” with that bold statement he dives his face in your pussy, messily making out with it, forming a hot pool of saliva and your natural slickness before two of his fingers enter you.

“Fuck— Eren” your insides involuntary suck him in. Fingers working on a scissoring motion to stretch you as he wraps his lips around your clit.

Callused hands trail up, fingertips getting under your bra to tease your nipple, only then you reach behind your back to discard the undergarment setting your breasts free for Eren to play with.

“Can’t wait to see this pussy dripping with my cum, angel” he murmurs to your pulsating core, slowly pumping fingers as your legs start to move impatiently with the orgasm building up.

“Baby” you call him to alert your upcoming climax, Eren gets it, immediately placing both hands on the mattress to rise from his lying position now sitting on his knees, he takes your legs from his shoulders to place them on top of his muscled thighs, a full throbbing erection you never got tired of seeing between them.

“Ready to be a mom, pretty?” he strokes his shaft looking at you, eyes shining with some tears, pupils dilated like a cat’s, “You’re gonna look gorgeous all round with my kid” he takes his more than ready cock guiding it towards the center of paradise, splitting you open with a moan as your pussy suck him in.

Your legs tighten around his waist, he slowly takes them unlacing from their placement to push against your chest, leaning to better accommodate his cock inside as you take all of it.

Eren now hovers you, hair falling like curtains and tickling your face, dark eyes looking down at your position, shivering beneath him.

Your legs are painfully fold beside you when you take him by his neck pulling down for a engulfing kiss, both you erotically moaning on each other’s mouths when he starts to move impatiently, removing his throbbing flesh only to sink in again in a sensual rhythm.

Eren pulls away, sucking in a lungful of air before lowering to suck at the skin of your neck and chest.

“These tits will look glorious swollen, all filled with milk” he gropes you roughly, biting your neck. The praise gets in your head making you clench around him, “You will let your baby daddy taste some, won’t you?” he whispers seductively in your ear. He could ask for you to burn down your house right there and your answer would be the same:

“Anything you want, daddy” the word has a strong effect on Eren as he bucks hard into you, kissing your cervix and making you see stars, back arching as best you can given the position you are.

“Fuck— Anything, huh? Careful there” he places a hand on the headboard above you, supporting himself to look down seeing his length disappearing between your legs. The sight of your greedy pussy only gives him the motivation to thrusting violently against you, so rough the headboard starts to hit the wall, “‘Cause I might get addicted to this” he reaches down to pinch your clit, making you gasp loudly.

“Y-Yeah?” you say in between moans hands gripping his toned arms to find some stability as your body is being rocked back and forth, Eren is hypnotized by the way your tits bounce, “Gonna g-give me— ah— lots of b-babies, Eren?” you manage to say, mind already hazy with pleasure.

“So many, angel” he feels so fucking good inside you, always such a perfect pussy for him, “‘Gonna fill you up so good, stuff you with my seed” one more pound of his cock is all you need to shake with a violent and blinding release, a jolt of electricity running through your body.

Eren watches your face contort in a climax, so addicted to this sight. His little cock hungry wife.

His thrusts get sloppy within the second, overstimulating you to the point of crying and sinking your nails on his arms and shoulders.

“T-Too much ‘Ren” your voice is shaky, toes curling in the air.

Your clenching heat has Eren contracting his abdomen, trying to hold back a little more so he can come harder, filling his wife to the brim.

“Too much, baby? But look how you are sucking me in. Fuck— this sloppy pussy is killing me” he holds your hips still pounding so hard his balls are hitting your ass, pelvis against your swollen clit, you moan desperately at the overstimulation, like your orgasm is still happening as he continues to thrust,

“Don’t go dumb on me, pretty” your husband brushes the hairs sticking on your sweaty forehead off your face.

Eren teases you but he can’t hold back much longer, balls already aching to release his seed in you.

“Keep squeezing me like this, that’s right” he shuts his eyes dropping his head on your shoulder while pushing your thighs more into your chest.

“Go on, daddy, fill me up” you murmur intoxicated, sinking your nails into the velvety skin of his back, definitely leaving some marks,

Eren throws his back back, groaning like a wild animal as he shivers, feeling every muscle of his body tightening as his climax hit him hard from the edging he has been putting himself through.

Spurs of cum are shot into you, a white-hot eruption to finalize all the hard work as Eren’s body fall on you, he supports himself with his arms, lowering a bit so he can place his head on your chest, cock still inside you to keep the cum from spilling out.

Eren says something muffled by your skin. You drop your legs back to the mattress to get more comfortable.

“What was that, baby?” you ask as you try to catch your breath.

“I want a girl” he pops his chin on your breast.

“I want a boy” you reply, matching his tired smile, “Twins could solve our problem.”

“Or…” he starts to pepper kissing your soft skin, “...We can keep trying until each one gets what they want.”

“I’m not opposed to that” you giggle, “But if the first one comes as energetic as your mother told me you were, we will get too tired to make more” you caress his hair undoing the knots with your fingers.

“We can always let aunt Misaka or uncle Armin watching them for a bit” Eren can see how both of them would treat his kid like their own, “Or even my parents.”

“You don’t even know if your parents want a grandchild” you laugh at your husband's excitement, making plans for a baby that is not even confirmed to exist.

“Believe me, they do. My mother throws me suggestions like that all the time” Eren groans as he raises from your chest, you hiss at the feeling of his cock brushing your sensitive walls in it’s way out.

“Look at that” Eren smiles and you take a second to realize he’s looking at your bare cunt, amazed at the amount of cum that gushes out.

“Stop~” you whine, closing your legs. Eren was always a little pervert when it comes to your body, but tonight he seemed more obsessed than even, clearly the idea of your pregnant body excites him.

“‘Gonna go get you some water” he says laughing at your embarrassed face, bending to kiss your forehead.

“How benevolent of you.”

“Of course, gotta keep my baby mama hydrated before round two.”

𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨: While We Still Can — A. Alert || Main M.List || AOT M.List

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