#eren yaeger x y/n

[sexlapis]

——— DESIRE

♡ : eren jaeger x female! reader

ᨳ  ࣪ . cw : ns4w, dom! eren, sub! reader, eren is a lil mean but not that much :), HEAVY edging -> edging for over a month ♡, squirting, overstimulation, subspace, sex toys, mentions of oral sex, nipple play, spanking, restraints, pussy slapping, ass play & fingering, profanity

ᨳ  ࣪ . wc : 2.9k

. synopsis : you haven’t cum in over a month…but its only what you asked for…

ᨳ  ࣪ . minors, no age & blank blogs DNI

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it’s been over a month since you last orgasmed and you were becoming so, so desperate for release. desire ran through your veins, hot and overwhelming, constantly reminding you of the relief you had yet to experience.

but it’s not exactly eren’s fault per say.

for context, you and eren’s sex life has always been exciting. eren was an experimentalist, always wanting to try new things, especially with you. anything he or yourself suggested, you were both willing to try it. restraints, spanking, overstimulation, shibari, femdom you name it. eren wanted to try them all and you were more than happy to fulfill his wishes, as was he, with his wild eyes and bratty smirk.

but one of your favourite things to experience during sex was to be edged. you loved it so much. it was something about the desperation, the want to climax so badly but you can’t receive, the desperation… all made it so appealing and hot to you. whether eren fingering your wet cunny, running his fingers through your soft folds or holding a vibrating wand to your overused clit, eren knew exactly how to drive you crazy and leave you begging.

he brings up the topic while he’s edging you.

“oh, fuck, eren.” you groan out. you’re eagle spread across his lap, breathless as eren holds a little vibrator to your clit on the second highest setting. big, tanned hands prevent you from bucking your hips too much. only eren is in charge of your pleasure. in charge of your pussy. hell, even in charge of the air you breathe. you’d allow it all.

“yeah? you like that, baby?” he laughs gently when you nod your head frantically. “of course you do…my baby just can’t get enough, can she?”

drawn out whines pour out of your glossy mouth at his words. he gets such a kick out of torturing you like this. it gets eren off, seeing you lost in the pleasure that he’s giving you. nothing compares to that feeling.

all your body shakes you lift your hips slightly off his lap, pussy clenching and belly hot before he removes the vibrator from you completely.

you whine, huff and pout at the loss, even though it is exactly what you want. it felt so good, you were on cloud nine. eren chuckles at you before licking his lips as his demeanour becomes genuine.

“hey,” he begins. you look up at him, blinking so your eyes would focus. eren smiles, bringing a hand up to stroke your cheek with his thumb before continuing. “how would you like to try cumming, like…you know…touching your clit and stuff?”

you furrow your brow. “huh? what'd you mean?”

eren glances away and sighs, cheeks a little red almost looking…embarrassed?

“what i mean is..” eren pauses as he tries to find the correct words, “that we should see if you can cum without touching your clit, you know. see if you can do it with just..penetration…or just anything besides your clit.”

your mouth falls open in an ‘o’ as you ponder on his words. an orgasm through penetration alone. you have never had one of those before. your clit had always needed to be stimulated in order to cum, even before you met eren. you don’t know if you could even cum without touching your clit.

then you wonder…you wonder how good it would feel to cum from just having something inside of you. you know it would probably take a while for it to happen, so the longer without cumming, the better the orgasm would feel, right? it’s really no different from edging realistically. thinking of all the possibilities and outcomes of the situation makes you feel hotter than you already were. you sigh.

“you don’t have to answer right now, baby,” he whispers as if he can hear the gears ticking in your little head. “let’s wait until you’re in a straighter frame of mind, then we can talk about it. as for now…”

he smirks as he brings the wand back to your clit and you jump at the sudden action before you fall apart.

that was the last time you came. the day after, you and eren had discussed what he had mentioned the day prior. cumming without clitoral stimulation. and you agreed. eren tried to hide his satisfaction at your agreement but failed miserably. he was beaming. he was going to have to have so much fun with you.

eren sets two rules. the first one being, of course, no touching your clit no matter what. if you touch it or try to get any stimulation, then you get a spanking and you have to start all over again. you wouldn’t want that, now would you?

the second one is the red, yellow, green system. red for stop, yellow for wait or a break and green for good. if eren sees you in any pain or sadness then he will stop and that is that. he doesn’t want you forgoing your own comfortability because you want to please him. eren wants you to be having fun and enjoying yourself along with him.

it had been a week and you already felt like folding.

on your hands and knees you were, on the silk sheets of your bed, a vibrator in your hot cunt and a gem, heart-shaped plug in your ass. you were positively going crazy.

you stare at the ceiling, eyes unfocused as you try to buck your hips back, as if the vibrating dildo could go any deeper. you whine and fall onto your stomach, attempting to grind onto the sheets. you feel a sharp sting on one of your asscheeks.

eren tuts. “what did i say, puppy?” questions eren in a mocking, high-pitched fashion. “i said no touching that fucking clit, didn’t i? don’t make me have to punish you. try that again and this all ends right now.”

gasping, you shake your head frantically no no no. you don’t want that. you don’t want to disappoint him after only a week. that would be so pathetic.

“that’s what i thought.” eren presses a kiss to your forehead before grabbing a hold of the dildo and pulling it out completely.

“eren!” you cry out, dismayed. “eren put it back!-”

“sh, shh shh.” eren coos, laying beside you on his elbow, one hand rubbing over your sweaty lower back. you nuzzle your face into his cheek and wiggle your hips desperately. “remember, we can stop whenever, alright? we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. you’re in control, sweetie.”

biting your lip, you look up at your boyfriend, getting slightly teary eyed at how kind he is and how overwhelmed you are. he smiles at you gently, patiently waiting for your answer.

you want to come so bad. there’s nothing you want more at this moment of time. to reach your peak and just end it right here. but then you think about how amazing it will feel when you do cum, when you reach your peak successfully and at how proud eren would be and how much he would praise you.

you finally shake your head. “nu-uh. no. i can do it.”

eren smiles, pretty eyes crinkling. “good girl. you’ll feel so good when it happens, baby. i promise.”

then he’s behind you, guiding your head to the mattress and easing his fat cock into you. you both moan at the contact, relief flowing through as you finally have something filling you up. eren doesn’t wait to start up at a quick pace. the wet pap pap pap sounds fill the air, you almost feel ashamed at how soaked you are. almost.

eren grips onto your ass as he thrusts, watching it jiggle against his narrow hips. you grip the sheets and meet him thrust for thrust, so close but yet still so far. you sob as his hips stutter and his cum fills you up, pumping you nice and full.

you pout as eren pulls out. he slaps your ass before pulling your cheeks apart to watch his cum leak down your cunny. satisfied, he crawls to your side and places kisses all over you face. you scrunch your face as his hair tickles your face.

“maybe we’ll get there next time, ____.”

you in fact, do not get there next time. or the time after that. or the next time after. or the time after that.

you think you’ve both tried everything in the book yet none of it has brought you to your climax.

you tried having eren simply spank you with a crop, hitting gently all over your ass until it was red. you had him play with only your nipples, putting clamps on them, even vibrators. he fingered you, ate you out, careful to avoid your clit completely (despite how much you tried to use your thighs to drag him closer). eren slapped your cunt, made you suck him off to see if the desperation was enough for you, restrained you, played with your asshole with the plug.

yet no success.

the way eren spoke to you didn’t help either. his kind words mixed with slight condensation and degradation had you going insane, his soft coos of “you can do it, puppy, you’re almost there”, “just a little more..c’mon baby, i can feel you…you want it so bad huh”, “do it f’r me, honey, that’ssit…” had you whining and shaking.

you were dying at this point. your poor self had never felt like this in your life. always begging and desperate. want flowing through your veins all the time. feeling like you were in heat like some kind of animal. you felt like pouting everytime eren teased you about how desperate you looked, giving you a warning glance whenever your hand even tried to go near your deprived clit. smirking at you in the shower when you washed down there. you forgot what it even was like to cum.

you’re both on the couch when eren decides he wants to fuck.

eren was cuddling you on the leather couch, blanket thrown over the both of you as you watched TV. you’re laughing at something in the show then you feel eren’s big hand creep up your shirt and grab your soft breast.

just as you felt your desperation had settled, eren always made you want so much more.

you deteriorate as eren tweaks your nipple with his thumb and index finger, flinging your shorts off your legs and onto the floor. eren laughs as if he doesn’t have a raging erection himself. he pulls his sweatpants and boxers down to his knees, his long, hard length making itself known.

facing the end of the couch and grabbing the armrest, you remove your shirt, leaving you completely bare. you’re on your knees, legs closed together as you look over your shoulder. eren’s spitting on his dick, rubbing it all over, getting it nice and wet for you. he meets your gaze and grins.

“i was just getting myself ready for you,” he says, “but i don’t think you need that, do you honey?”

eren’s fingers go to your folds, running them through your outer walls. you groan. you’re just always wet nowadays. you can’t help it. you try to fuck yourself on his long, calloused fingers and he’s pulling away.

“so fucking desperate, huh? fuck..”

eren grabs your hip tightly to stop you from wriggling around and runs his cock tip over your pussy teasingly, sliding his cock into you smoothly before you start begging.

your mouth falls open and you shake. you feel so full this time. it’s a different feeling from any previous times you’ve had. and it gets stronger as eren starts to thrust into you. you whimper loudly as you feel him in your stomach, making you gasp, laying your forehead on the armrest. eren moans quietly, hands caressing you back softly.

“that feel good? yeah? mhm, i bet it does…feel so fuckin’ full right now, ain’t that right? shh, shh, angel, i know, i know..” he croons, his last words in response to your particularly loud wail.

shit. you feel something in your stomach. something taut. something hot. something almost unbearable. after so long of not feeling like anything was enough, you finally feel like you could be able to feel something. you gasp.

“fuck!” you shout and you’re fucking yourself back onto his cock rapidly, loud slaps echoing around you. you start to shake. “oh my god. oh my goddddddd! eren don’t stop, ‘h my god don’t stop, please please please.”

eren almost cums at how fucking hot you sound, his hands grabbing onto your shoulders as he fucks into you, harder now.

“do you wanna cum? i know you want to, puppy. just do it for me. fucking cum for me.”

“i’m trying! hnnggggg…” sobbing, you cross your ankles over themselves, making it a tighter fit for eren. you can feel his thick balls repeatedly hitting the back of your cunt, the feeling making you lose all sanity. your eyes are rolled back into the back of your head, your pretty lips wet, your open mouth drooling all over the couch and tears running down your face. you were a sight to behold. reaching your hand back you grab onto eren’s hip as a feeling of relief starts to overwhelm you.

“eren! fuck eren! holy fuck! oh my god, pull out! pull out!” you call out, almost panicking. “mmm…i’m gonna pee! ‘m gonna make a mess! stop, stop ohmygod!”

you don’t even know what you're saying at this point. you’re simply babbling out barely coherent words and sentences. you use your hands to push at eren’s torso, half-heartedly trying to pry him off, but he doesn’t stop. he just keeps going, thrusting into you like a mad man almost. the squelching sounds of your cunt would’ve humiliated you if you were in the right frame of mind, but all you could think of was your need to cum.

eren, on the other hand, is excited. he can tell what’s about to happen and it’s almost makes him antsy to see it.

your body moves with each one of his rough fucks, body sweaty and you’re panting, you’re so out of it, mind so hazy as you fall into a space you’ve never been before.

you squeal, hands trying to grip onto something frantically, your wet body quivering as you gush all over yourself, eren and the couch below you, sobbing and wailing throughout. lighting strikes earth as you reach your long awaited climax. wails, whimpers and moans flow out of you, your mind shattered from everything you’re feeling at this moment. you pussy keeps squirting and you’re unable to stop it. you’re literally tingling. you’re gasping as eren praises and fucks you through the strongest and longest orgasm you’ve ever had.

“shit. that’s it puppy…” he grabs your neck and tilts your head back to him, making your arch deeper and looking into your tear filled eyes and at your wet face. “good girl, good fucking girl. keep going, baby…don’t have to think about anything else, just feel good for me.”

weaker spurts leave your poor cunny as you lose yourself in eren’s green eyes, mouth gaping, your hands gripping onto his wrists to try and bring yourself to earth. you unintentionally clench and unclench around him, your walls so sensitive from this orgasm.his thrusts are softer now, slower as he takes you through your intense high. once, twice, thrice and he’s painting your insides white with a drawn out groan, giving a few more hard thrusts before he slows to a halt.

you fall face first onto the couch, speechless, still trembling, trying to come down. your mind is still blank and you feel overwhelmed.

god. you had never felt that before. you’re so happy you didn’t give up. it did feel wonderful. and the afterglow was so much.

eren falls beside you and cradles you into his chest, kissing the top of your head, kissing your face, neck, nose, everything.

“oh, baby,” he sighs, “i knew you could do it. you did amazing. i’m so proud of you. i love you.”

you nod and whine, basking in the compliments. eren doesn’t stop praising you, he keeps going, you’re fucked out mind barely even processing what he’s saying. the feeling of receiving his praise on top of the outstanding climax along with the afterglow was pure happiness. if you could feel like this every time you were edged, you would edge yourself every single day. you loved this feeling.

eren could tell you were in a different headspace from your non-existent replies, you simply hummed, nodded and giggled. eren was coaxing you out of it gently, asking you if you were okay and if you needed anything, getting you some water and cleaning you up with some tissues.

“hmmm…wanna do it again.” you admit. “i loved it so much..you treated me..so good..let’s do it again.”

“not so fast uh. you practically braindead right now, sweetheart.” eren tells you. you hide your face in his neck, now shy again. he’s happy with how you feel though. he hums, amused, and rests his forehead on yours.

you could feel yourself getting sleepy, blinking slowly and body getting weaker than it already was.

“go to sleep, ____. i’ll wake you up in a few minutes to get you cleaned up, okay. leave everything to me.”

that was enough to make you pass out, your cheek squished against eren’s big chest. he smiles at you, gaze soft as he places a kiss on top of your head.

a/n : i’m actually pleased with how this turned out…i don’t usually write one shots this long so good for me ♡

♡ thirsts are open be as horny as u want in my inbox✅

[seeingivy]

ahhh congrats on 1K!! you deserve it all :D

for your concert, may I suggest got my mind set on you for eren with a friends to lovers type trope? like maybe eren has a bit of a past as a fuckboy and realizes now that he's in love with his friend. she doesn't believe him given his history, so he is determined to woo her, but really he just needs to show her that he's serious about her (because she has already loved him this whole time hehe). OR whatever you want to do!!

got my mind set on you

eren x f!reader

**part of my debut concert event

content: drinking, reader gets her periods and leaks on her sheets, eren is a manwhore, hitch is a hater, jean and marco are masterminds

an: thank you sweet sweet anon! you deserve all the love in the world. I hope you like it <333

--

“Y/N. White wife-beater or black wife-beater?” 

You peek up from the top of your textbook to glare at him and he has that stupid, stupid grin on his face. The one he uses to get anything he wants. 

“Man. At this point you’re just trying to sound like an asshole.” mutters Jean, taking Armin’s pillow and smacking it straight into his face. 

Mikasa and Armin laugh in response, agreeing as Eren makes his way over to you, flopping on his bed next to you. He’s leaning directly into your space, that musky cologne enveloping your nose as he starts talking. 

“Y/N.” 

“Eren.” 

“Black or white?” 

“Ass or face?” 

“What?” 

“Do you want me to punch you in the ass or in the face?” 

He laughs as he bends over, sticking the aforementioned ass into your space as he knocks your textbook out of your hands and you push him away. And you try to fight the smile trying to make its way on to your face, trying to feign as much anger as you can. 

But you can’t be mad at Eren. You can’t be anything but a jumbled mess of feelings at Eren lately. 

When you moved to college, you were looking forward to getting a fresh start from the town that you grew up in. Not that it was ever a bad place but it was never really a good place either. And you were ready to let it all go, to move away from your parents, to find out who you were. 

And just your luck, the one boy from your highschool going to the same college as you ends up in your orientation group and never leaves you alone after that. Dragging you to random club meetings for free food, taking you to mixers that your RA hosted, trying to sneak into frat parties together. 

At some point, you were just always together. And maybe some small part of you really liked having him around. That he wanted to be your best friend, told you all the little inner workings of his mind instead of someone else. That he thinks the Loch Ness Monster is made up, that he likes the Twilight movie soundtracks a little bit too much, that he loves mystery books. 

And he’s dorky - snorts when he laughs too hard, can’t drink beer without spilling it all over his shirt, and is so weirdly passionate about these little sea animals that he’s spending the entire summer doing an internship at the marine biology research lab at your university. 

But he’s also sweet - trying to memorize all the little facts about you, picking you up from class as a habit, telling you that you’re prettier than some shit guy who won’t come by. 

He’s your friend. Your sweet, secret little dorky friend. No one looks at you. But no one looks at him either. Maybe you guys only look at each other. 

Except when you come back from the summer, his dork is replaced with…charm. Charisma, an appeal, a magnetism. And maybe he was always really charming, but no one paid attention to it. It was just for you. 

But now they do - because he’s grown out his soft brown hair into this sunkissed loose man bun and spending all summer swimming in tidepools has defined his muscles. Because he was always gangly and a little awkward but one summer has him looking fit, in all the right places. 

That’s when it starts raining on your parade. Because when you and Eren go to parties, you’re talking to him less and the girl who's drunk and throwing up in the bathroom more. He’s too busy talking to the pretty girls, twirling their locks of hair in his hands and batting his pretty eyelashes at them. 

And he still picks you up from class with an iced coffee in hand, except the barista scribbled her name over your cup because she wants Eren to call her later. And you know Eren leans into it, because this newfound attention only gives him confidence to show off more. 

To tell girls about the creepy little slugs he spent all summer looking for so they can coo over how cute it is that he cares, to show off those ridiculously defined muscles, to gleam at people the way he does. 

You’re interrupted by your train of thought as Historia, the girl Eren met at a club meeting knocks on the door, shining sunlight at Eren as she smiles at him. And when he flicks the top of your forehead and stands up to press a kiss to her cheek and run out with her, you stick your face back into your textbook. 

And pretend it doesn’t sting. 

You peer over your notebook again to find Jean hanging upside down on the bunk, his eyes staring into yours. 

“Hi Y/N.” 

“Hi Jean. The blood is rushing to your head. You look like an overly ripe tomato.” 

He laughs as he flops off the bunk and next to you, leaning his head in to read your textbook. 

“A tort is a civil law that causes a claimant to suffer loss or….this shit is so fucking boring.” 

He snatches the textbook away from your clutches and flings it off the bed, giving an innocent smile as he does. 

“I was reading that.” 

“And now you’re not!” 

“Do you want something from me, Jean?” 

“Yeah. Let’s go on a date.” 

“You have a boyfriend.” 

“Yeah. It was his idea.” 

He pulls you up by the wrists as you both shuffle out of Armin and Eren’s dorm room, giving half-hearted goodbyes to Mikasa and Armin as he dragged you back to your hal. Trying to convince you to go on a date with him. 

“No.” 

“Listen. You make this mopey sad face whenever he brings a girl around. It’s really ugly.” 

“Thanks, Jean. You’re such a gentleman.” 

He pinches the bridge of his nose as he swings your door open, the two of you flopping onto your bed. 

“I just mean- I hate that you wait around for him. And Marco does too. I think it would be nice. For me to take you out, to make you feel special, to remind you that you don’t have to hopelessly pine over that idiot and wait for him to look at you back.” 

“Jean, I just-” 

He stands up, locking his fingers with yours, as he tries to use his boyish charm on you. And it’s entirely different from Eren’s. Where Eren oozes pure charisma, like you can’t help but give in because you just want to know what he’s getting at. 

Jean’s charm is more…boyish. Innocent. Because he’s smiling at you, all soft and genuine. Like you want to give in because you know he means well. It’s sweet. So you agree.

--

“Eren.” 

“Hm?” 

“Pink dress or white skirt?” 

You hold up the options as Eren looks at you for the first time - even though he’s been in your dorm for the past three hours texting Historia in your bed - and squints at you. 

“Are you wearing makeup?” 

“Yeah. I’m going on a date.” 

He stands up, placing his hands on your cheek as he moves your face around in the air, taking in the product on your face. A soft glitter on your eyelids, black around your eyes that makes your eyes look infinitely bigger, and soft pink on the tops of your cheeks. 

“With who?” 

“Well, Jean for now. But it’s practice before I start going on real dates you know?” 

“You’re going on dates? Why?” 

You roll your eyes as you turn back in the mirror, holding up the options to your frame as you weigh what to wear. 

“Because. I want to get out there and I’m like…deeply touch starved or whatever. I just want someone told hold me or something. And it feels weird to do it cold turkey so Jean’s taking me.” 

“You could have asked me. I could take you.” 

You roll your eyes as you push past him, reaching for your flowery perfume that you spray on for special occasions. Eren’s leaning against your bedpost, his eyes scrunched up in frustration that for some reason is really annoying you. 

“You have a girlfriend.” 

“Hisu’s not my girlfriend. We’re just talking.” 

“Okay, yeah. Same thing.” 

“Jean has a boyfriend.” 

“This was Marco’s idea, Eren. He’s not going to care if I actually go on it and I think he’s probably the one who bought the flowers Jean’s going to bring me.” 

You hold the two options up in the air again, boring your eyes into Eren’s as you gesture for him to respond again. 

“I’m not picking.” 

“I literally pick your date outfits for you all the time. You could pick for me.” 

And Eren mutters something that sounds like pink under his breath which you smile brightly at as you duck into your closet to slip the dress on. And when it’s all fresh and pressed against your skin, there’s a knock on your door and a very smiley Jean waiting for you. 

As you predicted, he’s holding a pretty bouquet of pink flowers in his hand, wearing a nice buttoned up shirt as opposed to his usual lame t-shirts. 

“Hi. Don’t you look pretty?” 

He reaches for your wrist and lifts your hand up to spin you around, the pleats of your dress whooshing in the air and a stupid laugh falling out of your lips. 

“Jean. You’re laying it on a little thick there.” 

He shakes his head dismissively as he places the bouquet on your desk, giving a small nod to Eren as he walks back to you, pinching the side of your cheek. 

“You’re getting the full Jean Kirschtein experience. I have to set the bar high so you don’t settle for a whole idiot or anything.” 

And Eren watches you and he hates it. That he has this angry, green little monster simmering in his chest. That you’re smiling at Jean, that he’s taking you on a date to set your standards, that you’re wearing a pretty dress and laughing with someone who isn’t him. 

And he knows it’s wrong. That he has no right to be jealous when he’s talked to other girls ever since the summer ended while you’ve remained steadfast and true. And it wasn’t like you were staying true to him because Eren’s positive that you don’t feel that obligation, that loyalty to him, but some part of him feels like you do. Or wishes that you do. 

But suddenly…he’s feeling it for you. That he shouldn’t be with anyone but you, that he’s the person who should be taking you on cute dates, twirling you around in pretty dresses, having you spread glitter all over your face for him. 

Eren texts Historia as he watches you and Jean duck out the door. 

“Uh huh, Kirschtein. I’m sure this is gonna be the best date of my life.”

“That’s a promise, baby girl.” 

“Ew. Baby girl?” 

“Do you prefer sweetheart instead?” 

“You’re so fucking corny, Jean.”  

And when the door closes, he sends the text. 

I want to see other people. Sorry Hisu.  

--

You return from your date with Jean to find Eren slumped over in your bed, typing away on his laptop. Your roommate, Hitch, is glaring bloody murder at you as she flits her eyes over to his direction. 

“Eren.” 

“Ah. You’re back. How was it?” 

“What are you doing in my room? I left hours ago.” 

“Just wanted to see you when you got back. And I was spending time with my best friend, Hitch. She’s just so riveting to talk to and I just love her so much.” 

She throws her portable fan at his head, which he catches before it makes contact and then throws it back at her.

“I’ll walk you back to yours, Eren. And you’re buying Hitch coffee as an apology.” 

He rolls his eyes as he grabs his bag, blowing fake kisses to Hitch as she flips him off. You’re both trodding through the hall, the building quiet. It’s Friday night. Everyone’s partying. 

“Didn’t want to party tonight, Eren?” 

“Nah. Didn’t feel like it. How was your date?” 

You smile as you twiddle with your fingers. 

It was nice. To feel special, to have someone tell you that you were pretty. And sure he didn’t mean it in that way and it was entirely platonic, but it was nice to have someone look at you. Who wants to make you feel special, try to coax you into doing things you don’t usually do. 

And you’re positive it’ll feel even better when the feelings are reciprocated. 

“Really nice, Eren. I’m excited to…meet people. Date them. Have someone make me feel special, tell me I’m pretty.” 

“You’re pretty.” 

You look over to find Eren’s cheeks burning pink, the tips of his ears red as he avoids eye contact with you. 

“Thank you?” 

“Ye-yeah. Sure.” 

You make it to Eren’s door and he swings the door open, dragging you in by the wrist. From the looks of it, Armin’s not home, Eren’s desk light flickering on the desk. He drags you to his bed, the two of you sitting on his plush duvet. 

“Eren. I was just walking you here. I’m kind of tired from the painting.” 

“You went painting?” 

“Yeah. It was like a pottery type thing. We picked out mugs and just painted on them. Talked about stuff. Shared an ice cream together after. Jean and Marco gave me very sweet kisses on the cheek when I dropped him back off to his dorm.” 

Eren pushes his hand through his hair as he asks, the question making the air in his throat burn. 

“Ah. Would you ever…go on a date with me?” 

And you laugh. Quite literally laugh, because he cannot be serious. 

“God, Eren. Don’t be a cliche right now.” 

“What?” 

“You see your best friend go on a date with another guy and suddenly you’re interested in her. It’s like every corny rom-com.” 

You lean forward, pinching the plush of his cheek. 

“You just want what you can’t have, Eren. I’ve been waiting for you to notice me for two years. And of course, you only look at me when you can’t have me.” 

“Wait, but I-” 

“Eren. I want someone who makes me feel special. And you’ve always been special to me, but I want to be special to someone too. Let’s not make our friendship weird. And hey, maybe we can actually be equals this time.” 

“Equals?” 

“Two people who care about each other the same amount. Not one person hopelessly pining over the other.” 

You give his cheek one last pinch as you pad out his door, giving him a smile before you slam the door shut. 

--

The next morning, Eren’s standing outside your Civil Law lecture with a coffee in hand. And a shy smile pressed across his face. 

“Good morning, Y/N.” 

“Hi Eren.” 

Despite your admission of your feelings and your swift rejection of Eren, he’s still standing here. And you were expecting it, because you know that Eren wasn’t really saying any of that in earnest. And it’s nice to admit your feelings, as a way of letting them go before you give in and like someone else. 

You take the cup from his hand and shove the much needed caffeine into your mouth, the two of you strolling to your next class. You look over to find Eren with a pinched look on his face, like he’s constipated. 

“Eren.” 

“Hm?” 

“Cat got your tongue? What’s wrong with you?” 

“You didn’t…look at the cup.” 

You look back down at the cup to find handwriting scribbled on it in green sharpie. 

you look pretty today, sweet girl 

You laugh, holding it up in the air. 

“No way. The barista called you a sweet girl? It’s that long ass hobo hair you have.” 

“What? That wasn’t the barista, that was me!” 

“You wrote on the cup? Why?” 

“For you, stupid! I’m trying to romance you.” 

You spit the coffee straight into your cup, looking back down at the cup again. And holy shit he’s right - the way the g is looped and the writing is slanted, it really is Eren’s handwriting. 

“Eren.” 

“What?” 

“It’s cute. But you’re going to do it for like one week. And then get bored of waiting and see some pretty girl at a party and change your mind.” 

“I’m not! You’re it for me.”

“Eren. Bullshit. You wouldn’t last a month.” 

He leans forward, pressing you into the hard of the wall as he looks down, green eyes glinting in yours. 

“Bet.” 

“What?” 

“I’ll bet on it. Prove it to you. That I’ve got my mind set on you.” 

“Uh huh. That takes a lot of patience, Eren. Time. Something that’s never been your forté.” 

“I’ll make it my forté, if it’s for you.” 

You give into the bet. A month for Eren to romance you, to prove that he’s really only got his mind set on you. 

You give in because you know you’ll win. He gives in because he wants to prove the stupid, silly girl he loves that he can do it right. 

--

eren: good morning silly little woman. fit check pls :D 

you: no. 

eren: cmon. ive got back to back classes and im missing that cute little face of yours :((( 

you: just ask ur hoes. im sure they’re cute too. 

eren: no hoes. im allergic to gardening. 

you: you should start stand up comedy. you’d be really good at it.  

eren: you want me so bad 

you: shut up

eren: im waiting!!!! time is ticking doll, i will show up to your club meeting and start gushing about how pretty my girlfriend is in front of all your little prospective club members if i don’t get a fit check in ten seconds

you: not your girlfriend 

eren: yet. three weeks to go. 

you: do you not have anything else to do?

eren: picture and i’ll be out of your hair. 

you: sent one attachment

eren: eren jaeger found dead at twenty-one.

you: thank god. 

eren: cause of death - the most beautiful girl i’ve ever seen in my life. absolute heartstopper

you: EREN. YOU’RE SO GROSS AND CORNY STOP. 

eren: ok ok see you after class sweet girl. and thanks for the picture. corniness aside, it really did make my day. you’re my favorite thing to look at. 

You ignore the pounding in your chest as you throw your phone into your purse and head to the coffee shop. And what you hoped would be an uninterrupted study session is interrupted by a certain green eyed idiot, smiling at you as he takes the seat across from you. 

“Hi doll.” 

“Eren. You have class.” 

“Got canceled. The planets and the fates and all the stars aligned. You and me, free for a little study date at the same time.” 

You crinkle your nose as you lift your backpack from the seat next to you, Eren sliding in and taking a sip from your watered down coffee. 

“Did you just rhyme? How long did that one take you?” 

“The whole walk over here. Did you like it?” 

“No.” 

Eren opens up his laptop, the two of you working in silence. And in the smallest of ways, Eren’s making it hard for you to focus. 

Tangling his legs with yours under the desk, resting his hand on your thigh every time you work out one of your homework problems with him, tucking your hair behind your ear every time it annoyingly flops forward. 

“Oh! I have something for you.” 

He holds out a tiny little candy, a twisted mango strawberry pop. The one you can only get in Shiganshina, a four hour drive away. 

“What the fuck? You had Mindy’s the entire time and your greedy ass wasn’t sharing?” 

You take the little candy in his hand, twisting the ends open and letting the flavors melt on your tongue. And the nostalgia hits your head, running in the grass as a kid, your mom keeping a little box on the top of the microwave for you two to share at the end of the day. 

“Just got them. I drove all the way to Shiganshina to get them for you.” 

“Uh huh.” 

“I’m being serious. I went on Sunday, after my lab meeting. Got the box, hung out with my dog for an hour and came back.” 

“You were probably just running an errand down there. I bet Zeke just needed your help with something.” 

“My parents and Zeke are in Hizuru, remember?” 

You feel your mouth go dry as you shuffle the candy in your mouth, huffing back in your chair. Corny ass idiot. They are in Hizuru to meet Zeke’s new girlfriend. But there’s no way in hell he drove all the way there just to get you a candy. 

“There’s no way you-”

“I’ve got my mind set on you. In my mind, you and I are already dating. I’m just kind of waiting for you to catch up.” 

“Oh, quit i-” 

“When you’re my girlfriend, we’ll go together. Make a little drive out of it, see your parents and my parents. Get Mindy’s. Bother that lady who works at the aquarium.” 

“Eren.” 

He pinches your cheek as you frown, rolling your eyes at him. 

“For now, I'll just drive down there alone to get you candy. Three more weeks, stink.” 

--

Your stress is building. You’ve got two term papers due next week, a club meeting to plan, a project to go over with your research advisor, and groceries to do. And really, really all you are is bone dead tired. That you can feel your bones dragging and your eye bags deepening and the panic shuffling every time you breathe in and out. 

Your final straw? Forgetting you were going to get your period and leaking onto your bed sheets. 

And you know it’s not a big deal. That you can wash the sheets and get the stain out, that you can take a shower to feel better. 

But this tiny little thing, this red blotch on your sheets, is enough to push you over the edge. Because you’re tired, because so much is going on, because this is just another thing you don’t have time to do but have to. 

You can feel the tears streaming down your eyes, burning the sensitive skin underneath your eyes and flushing your cheek. 

That’s when Eren finds you. Curled up on the ground, tears streaming down your eyes. 

“Woah, hey. Hey, talk to me. What’s wrong?” 

He falls flat on the floor next to you, opening up his arms which you roll into and start soaking his shirt in your salty tears. He’s whispering into your ear, whispering sweet nothings and his warm arms are holding you. 

“Tell me what happened. Use your words.” 

“I-I have a lot to do. The Civil Law paper and the entire plan for the-the club meeting. Dr. Smith wants to meet with me about my-my research plan and I’m not ready and I got my period and leaked on my sheets and I don’t have time to clean and-” 

“Okay. It’s okay.” 

His warm, calloused hands are rubbing into the small of your back, his hold still firm against you. And he drags you up, opening the shower and warming it up for you. He’s rummaged through your closet - pulled out a stack of clothes and set them on the counter. 

“Are you…going to leave?” 

“Of course not, Y/N. Outside when you’re done, okay?” 

And you take the shower. Spend too long standing underneath the warm water, letting the shower scald your skin in a comforting way, relishing in the smell of your springy body soap washing you clean. Of the tears, of the blood, of your frustrations. 

When you towel up your hair and reach for the stack of clothes on the counter, you only now realize what this cheeky bastard did. Left a pair of your pajamas and the hoodie he was wearing on the counter. 

You pull it on, his musky smell mixing with the scent of your flowery shampoo, as you pad out of your room, Eren folding your laundry on your bed. 

“Eren.” 

He turns around and gives you a warm smile, walking forward to lock his fingers with yours. 

“You look so cute right now. Pouty little face and your hair in this stupid towel.” 

“Quit it.” 

He leads you over to your bed, climbing on as he pulls you forward. 

“Cleaned the sheets. Did your laundry. And made a plan for you to finish the paper and emailed Erwin from your account that you’re not free until the week after and-” 

You can feel your eyes burning, the tears welling up in your face. You lean into his arms and he rests his chin against the top of your head, his hands snaking under your hoodie to press against your cold skin. 

“Eren.” 

“Hm.” 

“This is a really elaborate plan to get into my pants.” 

He laughs, the sound vibrating through his chest as he talks. 

“I know.” 

“I knew it, you dick. You only want to get in my pants.”  

“Well, that’s part of it. I am very attracted to you. I’m not going to pretend like I don’t want to be in your pants.” 

“Charming. The whole “I’ve got my mind set on you thing” is really working.” 

“I'm being honest! I want to be in your pants and in your head and all your little dreams and your heart too.” 

You rest your head against his chest, his heartbeat hammering against your ears as he finishes talking. And when you drift off to sleep, you can still feel it beating in tandem with yours. And try to forget why you and Eren are waiting two weeks to do this for real in the first place. 

--

He’s done it now. And you’ve caught him in the fucking act. The sweet, sweet satisfaction of proving this idiot wrong - that he would get bored of waiting for you and move onto another girl is standing right in front of you. 

It’s Eren’s friend Reiner’s birthday. Eren had told you in advance that he couldn’t see you Friday and you obliged. 

Except, Hitch invited you to the party the day of, claiming she needed someone to walk in with so she didn’t look like an idiot. Some guy Marlowe she’s really into is going to be there and she has to be at her best. 

And when you get to the party, you lose Hitch in all but five seconds, left in this awkward, sweaty mess of a room alone. But when you walk over to the kitchen, you see it. 

Eren leaning over the counter, talking to a girl. Short brown hair, a mass of freckles over her face, the two of them smiling at each other. And when you march over there, you’re all but too happy to rub it in his face. 

Because you’re right. And you knew you were right. That Eren, all hot and toned and sexy from his beach summer, would not give it up. The attention, the girls, the love he gets from all of it for you. That he would look at other things and not at you, that you couldn’t be enough for him. And he can buy you coffee and do your laundry and be there for you all he wants, but you know deep down you’re right. 

“You little son of a bitch. Week three and I win.” you say, crossing your hands over your chest. 

“Huh?” 

“I win. You’re at a party, flirting with a girl. Meaning, you don’t have your mind set on me. Meaning, I’m right. That you can’t let go of being a manwhore for me, that you surely have your eyes wandering elsewhere even though you claim to be only looking at me.” 

“Y/N-” 

“You think driving to get me candy and doing my laundry and giving me your hoodie would buy me over? You’re not getting into my pants for a quick fuck just because you know you can and-” 

He pulls you forward, clamping his hand over your mouth. He’s squinting his eyes at you, almost like he’s confused at your outburst. And when you look over at the girl, you realize why. 

It’s Ymir. The president of the Gay-Straight Alliance Ymir. Like literally the gayest girl you’ve probably ever met in your life. 

“Oh.” 

Eren smiles, rolling his eyes, as he drops his hands to lock his hand with yours. 

“Yeah, oh. Did you not see it was her when you walked over?” 

“No. Hi Ymir.” 

Ymir smiles, reaching forward to mess with your hair as she turns to Eren. 

“You’re right. She really is stubborn.” Ymir says, smiling at him. 

“Tell me about it. She does this every time I do something nice for her.” he responds, squeezing your hand as he talks. 

“Well, you are a manwhore.” 

“Not anymore, Ymir! I’m only a whore for her.” 

She pinches your cheek as she walks off, linking arms with a certain blonde as you walk away. And when you look over, Eren’s lazily making a drink for you on the counter, swirling it in his hand before he gives you the cup. 

“It’s Jungle Juice. There’s like three different liquors in it but you can’t really taste it s-”

“You’re not mad?” 

“Huh?” 

“I just…yelled at you. Really unfairly. And you’re not even mad?” 

“Got my mind set on you. Like you said, this thing takes patience. And time. I’ll wait for it. You’ll come to see I’m surprisingly good at this patience understanding when it’s something I really, really want.” 

And as he tilts his head back, pouring the drink into his mouth, like the entire outburst you had didn’t happen. And that’s it. You crane your head around the kitchen, looking for it. 

“Whatcha looking for?” 

Eren watches you mill around the kitchen, opening drawers, lifting picture frames as you look for it. And when you find it - the calendar posted on Reiner’s wall - you rip it off and place it in front of Eren with a marker in your hand. 

“What’s this, Y/N?” 

“Did you know that I can move time forward?” 

“Huh? How much have you had to drink?” 

You reach forward, crossing out through the entire week. The last week of the month, for the bet you and Eren had. 

Because he’s convinced you. That his mind’s set on you. That even if he used to like other girls, the girl he likes now is you. Enough to drive hours to make you happy, take care of you - bloody sheets and all, and gush at a party about you to other people. Like he’s proud to be around you, like you’re the only thing he looks at. 

“I don’t follow, sweet girl.” 

“The bet started three weeks ago. And I crossed out the last week, so it’s over now. And I want to be with you no-” 

He leans forward, pressing his warm, plush lips against yours as he can’t help but smile through the kiss. All warm and fruity, surely from the drink Eren just made. And he whispers against your mouth, eliciting a laugh out of you. 

“Thank fucking god. You were driving me insane, you little heathen.” 

You reach forward, tangling your hands with the collar of his shirt as you pull him down again, pressing your lips against his, trying to memorize the feel, the sensation of him against you. 

And when Hitch comes home from the party, all buzzed, to find you two under the covers, watching a movie, she says one thing and one thing only. 

“No fucking in my bed.”

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𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐬

— : [nsfw ] pet names, unprotected sex, creampie, squirting, overstimulation, love confessions

— : wc : 846

a/n : there is a 17 year age difference between reader and eren in this. however, they are both consenting adults.

eren doesn’t do feelings and romance. he’s been married before and that failed so he isn’t interested in dating. he likes sex, who the hell doesn’t? and at the age of 42, he’s very experienced and he likes to get his dick wet.

he had zero intentions of being in any type of serious relationship but he was bored of fucking different women every other night. he only signed up on this website out of curiosity. his older brother had met his current girlfriend on there and he knows jean has a profile too. he’s seen it despite the fucker being in denial about it. eren doesn’t get what’s the big deal about, it’s no different than any of dating app.

don’t they make you pay for premium?

he didn’t find it interesting, at least until he came across your page. you were a pretty little thing, 25 and career orientated. you expressed your desire to have a good time, no strings attached type of relationship. while you were working and had a good job, it wasn’t enough to sustain the lifestyle you really wanted and he admired your honesty.

he did love a women who wasn’t afraid to say what she wanted and god you were so fucking hot, he felt his dick twitch as he scrolled through your pictures. you were so pretty, painfully so and normally eren didn’t care for these things because he could have anyone he wanted but he had to have you. all of you.

it had been exactly 5 months since that day and now he had you all to himself, laid out so prettily on his expensive sheets as he kissed you all over your face. this is the longest eren has ever been with anyone romantically and he knows he doesn’t want to go back to casually fucking other people when you were all he needed.

“can’t” you whine, legs shaking from your first two orgasms but eren was rock hard, cock nestled deep inside your sensitive pussy and the older man showed no signs of being done with you just yet.

“yes you can baby” he grins, “you’re a good girl for me, aren’t you?”

“i am” you nod, gripping his biceps as he slowly thrusts into you. his lower half is wet and sticky and he knows he’ll be making a mess of you again so he wasn’t too concerned about cleaning up right now.

“god, look at you” he groans, reaching down between your legs to rub your sore and puffy clit, picking up his pace as he fucked you into the bed.

“fuck” you cry out, fingers digging into his arms hard enough to leave marks and he loved when you marked him up.

your orgasm takes you by surprise despite having cum twice before this and your legs wrap tightly around him, back arching off the bed as you cum.

it won’t stop and when he looks down, you’re squirting again, all over him and yourself and it’s the sexiest fucking thing he’s ever seen.

he has to hold your body down to help you relax and he would take pity on you but you could handle it, you had your safe word and he would never push you further than you could handle.

“holy shit baby, fuck” his hips come to a stop, his own hot cum filling you up so much that it leaks out the sides of his cock and down into the sheets underneath you.

he knows that if you weren’t on the pill, you’d definitely be pregnant by now with the amount of times he cums inside you. he’s never fucked anyone raw, never really cared to because sex was just sex and nothing more but it felt so good with you.

“i love you” he says, kissing your cheeks and your forehead and your eyes widen.

he freezes above you, realising what he just said. eren does his best to remain nonchalant. it was fine, he just confessed to you, the first woman he can honestly say he can see a future with and he knows it’s more than the sex, more than the fun dates. it’s everything about you and how you make him feel.

these feelings still very new but he wasn’t ashamed, only slightly embarrassed that he was the first to say it.

“i.. love you too” you whisper shyly, coming down from your high. you’re still catching your breath and it’s funny how after the intense sex you’ve just had, this is what makes you shy.

he looks down at you with wide eyes but he calms down when you reach up to pull him into a kiss, wrapping your arms around him.

“yeah?” he asks softly, kissing your again and you nod

“yeah” you say just as softly but it turns into a moan when you feel his cock twitch and throb inside you. you didn’t understand how the fuck he could have so much stamina but you were more surprised at the fact that you could keep up with him.

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Rockstar!eren x black reader

18+ MDNI!

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rockstar eren and plug eren live in my head rent free!

Rockstar!eren who thought he could be away from you for 6 months as he toured... he couldnt

Rockstar!eren who books you a flight on the next plane after 3 days of being away from each other.

Rockstar!eren who kisses you deeply in the middle of the airport until you realize where you are and hurry to the car.

Rockstar!eren who tells you over and over again how much he missed you, how sad he's been cause you werent by his side.

Rockstar!eren who lets his hand rest on your thigh, hand getting dangerously close to your aching core as heat pools in your stomach.

Rockstar!eren who drops your bags off the second you step foot in his hotel room, his lips sucking harshly on your neck.

Rockstar!eren who takes his time lapping at your cunt, tongue fucking in and out of your little hole until your legs are shaking and your sobbing.

Rockstar!eren who spends hours between your legs. he's edging you one minute then the next he's trying to see how many times he can get you to cum on his tongue before the room service arrives.

Rockstar!eren who finally sinks three of his fingers in your pussy, one by one until your gushing on his hand, your juices making a mess on the sheets underneath you.

Rockstar!eren who swallows down your whimpers as he lets his angry red tip rub up and down your slit, nudging against your sensitive clit.

Rockstar!eren who fucks you all night, he goes from slow and deep to fast and hard, your neck and chest covered in dark hickeys, but eren isnt doing much better.

Rockstar!eren who cant wipe the smile off his face the next day when his stylist is cursing him out for all the hickeys that litter his neck, knowing its gonna be a bitch to try to cover up

Rockstar!eren who sends a wink in your direction as you stand backstage, singing along to every song he plays.

Rockstar!eren who has you on your knees in his dressing room during one of the breaks, a heavy hand resting on the back of your head as he roughly fucks you face, wiping away the tears that gather at your lash line

Rockstar!eren who sticks his ringed fingers in your mouth, watching as drool pools in the corner of your lips and drips down the side of your mouth.

Rockstar!eren who takes you back to his hotel room to do it all over again until tomorrow when you guys will be on the road until you get to the next city.

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BUY MY SILENCE | college au! eren jaeger + fem! reader | 2,064 words | mdni | just smut, eren has a huge dick <3

.⋆｡⋆☾ summary: your neighbour has an annoyingly overactive and loud sex life. but all you have to do is fuck him to shut him up forever. .⋆｡⋆☾ warnings: fingering, rough sex, public exposure, pussy slapping (once), a bit of corruption kink, mentions of daddy kink, slight degradation

It’s been an hour. A whole hour since you last wrote even a word in the nearly blank document - a lab report due tomorrow at noon. A whole hour since your neighbour started fucking his new whore, the latest in a very, very long line of whores. At 9 PM. On a Tuesday. And it’s the same scenario with each one. They moan and scream and moan some more. Call him daddy. Giggle as he orders them to swallow or be a good slut for him. And you can always hear it all through that thin napkin excuse of a wall. 

And you try to ignore it, try to ignore how you can feel the drag of cotton against your nipples with each breath you take, try to ignore the way your pussy is just throbbing. But it always ends the same, with your hand in your panties and teeth pressing painfully into your bottom lip, trapping little gasps and shaky moans. 

Then comes the shame, as you lie in bed and try to convince yourself that he cannot be that good. A sinking feeling in your chest that makes it hard to inhale. An ugly, worming thing that has you teeming with unexplained anger. They must be faking it. They must be. And you almost manage to convince yourself. But thoughts of it - of him - occupy your mind constantly. In class. At lunch, when you’re trying to keep up with your friends and their extremely boring conversations about the student council. Or some charity. Whatever. When you speak to your mother on the phone. You’re disgusted with yourself, you really are, but you always end up pressing your legs together, your soaked panties sticking to your thighs. 

Eren. You’ve heard his name many, many times. Cried out, moaned, and screamed by many different voices. You don’t know what he looks like, but you know what he sounds like when he cums. The kind of porn he likes to watch (extremely loudly). And if you listen very, very closely, you can even make out the squelching noise as he pumps his hand around his length.

But when you lie in bed, eyes pressed shut, trying to ignore your throbbing pussy, you wonder how it would feel to have his fingers inside you instead of yours. How much deeper could his fingers reach? Would he also call you his good little whore as your walls squeezed around him, your little cunt leaking all over his hand? And then shame washes over you once again as you cum with his name on your lips.

The exact moment you lose your temper is when you’re woken up at an ungodly hour by the squeaking of his stupid bed and the stupid slut he’s fucking into it. This one annoys you more than usual, for whatever reason. With your patience running thin and your brain still foggy with sleep, you march into the hallway and bang on his door with weeks worth of accumulated rage. 

“What do you want?”

Rage that quickly dissipates into earth-shattering embarrassment as he opens the door completely naked. Blood rushes to your cheeks, skin almost burning with the sensation. But you can’t look away. And you can’t help the way you gulp at the sight. You really can’t look away from his cock. Long and thick with two veins curving up each side, dripping with her slick and precum. Despite his irritated tone, Eren doesn’t seem too annoyed at the interruption. If anything, he’s rather amused as you unsuccessfully try to say anything at all. And then he’s fully smirking when he notices the cute little wet spot on the front of your panties. 

You could die of humiliation as you slam the door behind you. He’s completely insane. Rude. Shameless. And he seems to be fucking her even harder now. Grunting with every thrust, telling her how good her tight little cunt feels. Almost like he’s mocking you. 

A few days pass and he’s standing in front of your door, leaning against it to hold it open. Again, your tongue twists around itself and there is not a single word that forms in your throat that doesn’t make you feel like you might choke on it. He’s intimidating. The way he’s standing, almost like he’s looming over you. Predatory eyes following every little movement of your body. And he definitely notices when your eyes flicker down to his crotch, the outline of his cock clearly visible through, of course, grey sweatpants. 

“Do you always stare at people’s dicks?” His lips curl up in a smile that feels sinister. “Haven’t you learned it’s rude to stare?”

Standing so close you can feel his breath on your face. You wish you could get a grip on yourself but it’s so hard to swallow. 

He doesn’t wait for an answer. “You know I can hear you moaning my name, right?” It feels like your lungs have been deflated like your body is so heavy with embarrassment you might turn to stone. “You think of me when you play with your little pussy?”

God, you wish you the flames of hell would devour you already, “N- no.” 

“I wanna play with it too.” He takes a step and you stumble backwards, trying to create some distance between your bodies. “Make you scream my name properly.” And you feel like your heart might stop.

Courage seems to find you unprepared and you speak before you have time to consider the consequences. “They’re probably faking it anyways.” You scoff, voice filled with venom as you try to salvage at least some of your dignity. 

“You think so?” 

“Yeah.”

“Then we should test it out.”

He cannot possibly be this arrogant, this vulgar. But he is. And the way he’s looking at you, the way his tongue peeks out to lick at his lips, confirms it. “If I can’t make you scream then I’ll try to be quiet.”

“You’re insane.”

“Aww,” he coos. “Scared you can’t take it?”

Truthfully, you’ve never had anyone as big or as thick as him, but, admitting that to him and his obviously overinflated ego is not something you’d allow yourself to do. Not that you’re considering it. Not like you would ever sleep with someone like him. 

But you are right about him, you must be right about him. And if can get the peace and quiet you’ve been dying for just by letting him fuck you. Would it be that wrong? It’s like you’d be using him. Just once, obviously. It’s not like you’ve been thinking about his cock for days. It will be fine. And, well, you can’t even remember the last time an actual man has given you an orgasm.

“You get five minutes.”

Eren can barely hide his satisfaction. You look so cute in your tiny little skirt, with your pouty lips and bratty attitude. He can’t wait to pound it out of you, really. Wasting no time at all, he picks you up with a squeal, makes himself comfortable on your bed and manhandles you over his knees. Your ass up and face pressed into the bed as you call for your phone to set a timer. In five minutes only, he gets his ego crushed and you get silence.

Once again, you’re soaked and he knows it’s all because of him. He pulls your panties down, the pink lace digging into the fat of your thighs. There’s something so embarrassing about the way he’s running his hands over your legs and ass. It feels like your whole body is shivering, and just like that, your confidence starts slipping away. You can’t hold back the whimper that escapes your lips as he pinches your clit. Then runs two fingers down your slit, and inside of you. And they feel so much better than yours, longer and thicker, pressing down into that squishy spot that you can never quite reach on your own. And maybe you’re enjoying it more than you’d like to admit.

This position offers him such a pretty view too. Your puffy lips glistening with arousal. The way your clit is swelling at his touch. The way your hole is gripping onto his digits, pulling him in. Plus, he can easily hold you in place so you can’t run away as he bullies your soppy cunt.

“You act all innocent but this slutty pussy is gushing all over my hand” 

You hate that he’s toying with you, like he can sense the desperation within you. And you hate the way he’s stretching you out so well. And you especially hate that you can hear how drenched you are. And the way you can’t stop yourself from moaning no matter how hard you bite down on your bottom lip. Cheeks burning with embarrassment at how exposed you feel. Still, you refuse to give in to his teasing.

“Maybe you wouldn’t be so uptight if you got properly fucked, huh?” He’s talking to your cunt, not to you. So transfixed by how it twitches and clamps down around him at every degrading word that comes out of his mouth. “All nice and wet for me.” Then his thumb is running over your clit and you cum with a muffled scream, legs shaking. Your slick running down his hand. 

The timer hasn’t gone off. Your brain is too foggy from your orgasm so you don’t even notice until his voice cuts through the haze. “Three minutes and forty-seven seconds.” He huffs out a laugh, so pleased with himself. “I think she likes me.” He gives your pussy a little slap, a sharp sting as his fingers connect with your already sensitive clit. 

“W- wait,” Your voice weak as you try to pull yourself together. “It’s not fair, it’s been a while.”

“So what I’m hearing is-” Eren moves you off of his lap and brings his wet hand to your face, smearing your juices over your lips “You want my cock.” Then he pushes his fingers into your mouth, pushing down on your tongue, making you clean every last drop of cum. 

“Just set the timer.”

He’s repositioning you once more and your pussy throbs at how strong he is, how his big hand feels pressing down at the small of your back. It’s filthy. Never before has a man treated you so disrespectfully, like you’re nothing but a toy for him to get off in, to use for his own pleasure in any way he wants. And the worst part is that maybe that’s why you like it. Maybe you’re tired of the nice boys who make love to you so tenderly and touch you as if you might break underneath the weight of their hands. Maybe you want to be held down and fucked within an inch of your life, have every single thought pounded out of your brain. To know that your other next-door neighbour is stroking his cock to your moans and to the sound of skin slapping against skin. 

And maybe you’re just about to get your wish. 

Chills are running down your back as he slides his cock between your cheeks. You can feel it, heavy and dripping precum on your lower back. Then you’re seeing starts the moments his flushed tip presses into you. It feels even bigger inside you, a bite too big for you to swallow. 

“Eren, ’s too much, p- please.” But he loves your pathetic whimpering, your squealing, your choked sobs. He wants to absolutely ruin you. 

And then he does. He starts slow, pulling out completely and rolling his hips against your ass, his hands firmly gripping your waist to stop you from sliding down. And each time you can almost feel his cock in your throat. He picks up his pace, now slamming into you. You’re making such a mess on your bed, cunt dripping with every thrust. Your sheets wet with drool and tears, skin taut around your knuckles as you squeeze around them. There is nothing that can stop you from babbling and sobbing out his name at this point, no matter how much you push your face down into the mattress, or bite down on your tongue, it comes. Slutty and obscene and shameful. Just like all those other girls before you. 

Maybe you’ll fuck him just one more time. But that’s it!

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[arminsfavoritepookie]

ROCKSTAR EREN HCS (pt.3)

- Fluff and Angst

( shout out to that one anon )

Rockstar Eren is a towering figure on the stage, commanding attention and awe from audiences across the globe. With a gruff voice that growls with intensity and a rough exterior that seems to shield him from the world around him, he's the quintessential rock icon, a larger-than-life persona that embodies everything that's rebellious and daring about the music industry. 

Yet for those lucky enough to know him intimately, there's so much more to Eren than meets the eye. Beneath the brooding exterior lies a heart that's overflowing with romantic sentimentality, a man who's never shy about expressing his love for those he cares about. His devotion to you is evident in the matching initials necklaces that the two of you wear around your necks, a pair of perfectly crafted trinkets that showcase the bond you share with each other.

It's a testament to Eren's sweet and sensitive side, the kind of love that can make even the toughest rockers weak in the knees.  It's not just the necklaces that are a symbol of his affection, though. When you're getting ready to head out on the town, he'll peer over your shoulder and help you pick out the perfect outfit and accessories.

His fingers brush softly against your skin as you play with his hair, lost in thought as he contemplates which earrings or bracelet would best complement your look. It's a ritual that's become a tradition between the two of you, a way to bond and connect in a world that can often feel overwhelming and hectic. 

Of course, there are moments when the constant sweetness and attention can be a bit overwhelming. It's a strange juxtaposition to go from being the lover of a tough, rebellious rockstar to a partner who's always doting and tender. But just when you start to feel smothered, Eren surprises you with yet another heartwarming gesture that makes your heart skip a beat. 

Maybe it's a love letter, scrawled in his scratchy handwriting and hidden inside the pages of your favorite novel. Or perhaps it's a rare vinyl record that he spent months searching for, a copy of an album that you listened to endlessly when you were growing up. Whatever it is, it always comes with a sincerity and tenderness that's hard to resist. Eren has a way of making you feel cherished and appreciated, of reminding you that even the toughest rockers have a soft spot for the people they love. 

Rockstar Eren tattoos always catch your attention. His chest and back were a canvas adorned with intricate artwork, each symbol holding a secret meaning only between you. Sometimes his fingers traced the inked patterns and you couldn't help but marvel at the depth and complexity of his self-expression. 

Tonight, however, his focus was on one particular tattoo. With a mischievous smile, he leaned in close and whispered in his deep, seductive voice, "Wanna see my latest addition, pretty?" Your curiosity piqued, you nodded eagerly, anticipation building within you. 

Slowly, sensually, he peeled off his shirt, revealing a tapestry of art that had become a part of him. And there, above his heart, nestled amongst a bed of roses, was your name, forever etched into his flesh. The red ink glistened, still fresh and raw, contrasting with the weathered and faded colors of his older tattoos. 

Your fingers trembled as they yearned to touch the ink, to trace the curves of each letter that symbolized your place in his heart. With a tenderness that spoke volumes, you ran your fingers lightly across his lower stomach, reveling in the shivers that danced across his skin. Time seemed to stand still in that moment as you gazed into his intense eyes, your heart pounding with a mix of love, fear, and vulnerability

Your lips formed a hesitant whisper, betraying the inner turmoil of your racing thoughts. "Are you sure... Are you sure you want to have your name inked onto your body like this?" A hint of apprehension quivered in your voice, but it was met with a soft, reassuring smile that played upon his lips. The sincerity that radiated from his eyes mirrored his unwavering conviction.

"You own my body," he murmured, his words dripping with tenderness.

"Every single inch." 

His eyes never left yours as he spoke, his gaze a fierce declaration of the love and devotion he held for you. The way his brow raised slightly only accentuated the depth of his commitment. "And I wouldn't have it any other way," he continued, his voice filled with a tenderness that sent shivers down your heart.

"I want your name to be forever etched onto my skin. I want you to be a part of me in a way that can never be taken away."

Rockstar Eren, with his tousled brown locks and weathered leather jacket, was the embodiment of rebellious charm. His green eyes, adorned with smoky eyeliner, glimmered with mischief as his lips curved into a mischievous smile. And it wasn't just his piercing gaze that captivated you; it was the plethora of piercings that adorned his body.

His perfectly sculpted eyebrow, ears, and nose were all littered with silver and steel, but it was one particular piercing that bewitched you—the tantalizing glint of his tongue piercing in the moonlight was irresistibly alluring. Every time you locked lips with Eren, the coolness of the metal against your own ignited a shiver between your thighs.

The taste of rebellion and recklessness mingled on your tongues, as the slight roughness of his piercing pressed against your tongue. A trail of of saliva would connect your lips, a tangible reminder of the kiss shared between you. Reluctantly, you pulled away, but the pull of his touch left you craving more. 

The way his plush lips grazed your shoulder, his breath hot against your skin, intensified the connection you shared. It was as if his piercing had an effect on every nerve ending, causing a symphony of tingles and goosebumps.

You couldn't tear your eyes away from the small piece of metal nestled within his mouth. Mesmerized, you watched it glisten and glimmer whenever he spoke, hypnotized by the play of light against its polished surface.  You fought valiantly to hide your infatuation, your insatiable hunger for the metallic charm that adorned his tongue. You resisted the temptation to openly stare, but it was a battle you were gradually losing. The magnetism of his piercing was simply too powerful to resist. 

Then, one fateful night, Eren caught you in the act of admiring him, his gaze locking with yours. The intensity in his eyes matched only by the wicked smirk that played upon his lips. His voice, a seductive rasp, sent delightful shivers down your spine as he questioned, "What are you staring at?" Your mind faltered for a moment, the feeling of embarrassment rippled through your brain as you desperately grasped for an explanation. "Oh, nothing," you stammered, struggling to come up with a believable excuse. "Just...thinking, I guess." 

Eren's smirk grew wider, the gleam in his eyes betraying his understanding of your hidden thoughts. He stepped closer, the smell of leather and a faint hint of musk engulfing you. His voice dropped to a tantalizing whisper, laden with suggestive undertones. "Sure, sure," he teased, his words brushing against your ear like a caress. 

"But if you keep looking at me like that, I'll give you something else to think about, yeah?"

Rockstar Eren couldn't get enough of taking pictures of you, the camera just couldn't stop clicking away. The digital storage in his camera was brimming with photos of you in every setting. Whether you were sleeping soundly on the tour bus with drool dribbling down your chin, indulging in luxurious meals at swanky restaurants.

Even when you clumsily strummed his guitar, a laughable attempt at imitating his musical abilities- he always had his camera handy, capturing every precious moment with you.  With a sly grin, Eren would often say "Gotta keep these memories with you forever," while he snapped a shot of the two of you creating makeshift stages in the cozy loft you shared, passionately belting out songs with imaginary crowds cheering you on.

He just couldn't help himself, every move you made seemed to inspire him to freeze the moment in time. Every laugh, every tear, every twinkle in your eyes - Eren's camera caught it all. 

It was obvious that Eren was head-over-heels in love with you. Whenever he gazed into your eyes, he saw an ocean of love and admiration. He was captivated by your charm, your wit and your passion for life. Being a rockstar, he had his fair share of groupies throwing themselves at him, but they were no match for the way you had stolen his heart. 

Rockstar Eren lounged at the edge of his luxurious bed, his toned chest accentuated by the snug white wife-beater that hugged his chest, showcasing the sculpted abs and arms that made you swoon. The casual shorts he wore revealed the well-defined legs that he had earned from his years of stage performance.

You begged him let you smoke with him and you noticed a moment of hesitation that briefly flashed in his eyes. However, the prospect of witnessing you in an altered state was enough to break through any of his lingering doubts, and he readily agreed to indulge in your invitation.  

With a sly grin, he motioned for you to join him on the bed. As you climbed onto his lap, straddling him, he leaned back against the plush headboard. You couldn't help but notice the warm breath that he exhaled, infused with a hint of anticipation that caused your heart to skip a beat. The room transformed into a haven of sensuality, as the thick smoke of the blunt weaved its way around you, blurring the edges of your perceptions. 

His voice was deep and gravely, laced with seductive tones, as he leaned forward, his lips a breath away from your ear. "Are you certain about this, baby?" he questioned, his fingers caressing your hip, tracing intricate patterns that left a trail of goosebumps on your skin. His gaze locked onto yours, searching for any signs of doubt. 

A mischievous giggle bubbled up inside you as you squirmed on his lap, his grip on you instinctively tightening as you brushed against his growing arousal. "Please, Ren," you pleaded, your eyes alight with a daring twinkle. "I want to do this with you." 

Without hesitation, he reached for the table beside the bed, retrieving a perfectly rolled blunt and a sleek lighter. His hands were confident, deftly flicking the lighter and bringing the blunt to life with a cherry-red ember. The scent of sweet, sticky herb permeated the air as he took a deep inhale before passing it to you.  As you accepted the blunt, his gaze remained fixed on you, studying your every reaction with intensity.

With a steady hand, you brought the joint to your lips, following his instructions carefully. You felt a surge of excitement rush through your veins as you inhaled slowly, feeling the thick smoke swirling into your lungs and weaving its way through your body. 

As you exhaled, your eyes locked onto his, noticing the faint blush that had appeared on his cheeks. Eren's free hand found its way to the back of your neck, pulling you closer to him. The need that radiated from his touch was clear. He shifted your position, and in a smooth motion so you were facing him, his intent clear.

"You did so good, pretty," he whispered, a wicked smirk curling at the corners of his lips as they pressed firmly against yours. His breath mingled with yours, and the taste of his tongue flooded your senses. "Again?" he murmured against your chest mouth, his voice low and filled with desperation. 

In a seamless motion, he effortlessly took the joint from your fingers, the ember burning vibrantly in the dimly lit room. With a hint of reverence, he tilted his head slightly and blew into your parted lips, releasing a cloud of cherry-flavored smoke that enveloped you both. The room seemed to spin as you inhaled deeply, the intoxicating fumes invading every inch of your being. 

Leaning back ever so slightly, he allowed you to exhale, watching as the smoke escaped your parted lips. With an almost hypnotic rhythm, the smoky tendrils swirled around his mouth, intermingling with his own before he breathed it back into you It was an intimate exchange, the shared breath dancing within the warm confines of his mouth, drawing you further into a hazy frenzy. 

Caught up in the electrifying intensity, you couldn't help but nibble on his lower lip, eliciting a slight whimper from him. The taste of his blood mingled with the heady mixture of smoke , adding a hint of primal excitement to the air. "You're a dirty girl..teasing me like this" he growled, a mix of pleasure and frustration lacing his voice.

“You like torturing me?”

Rockstar Eren sat on a plush chair, his eyes filled with mischief as he watched you meticulously applying his eyeliner. With intense concentration, you delicately traced a line along his eyelids, determined to achieve the perfect symmetry. But Eren couldn't help but chuckle softly, his amusement evident in the way his eyes crinkled at the corners. 

"Do you need some assistance?" he whispered, his warm breath caressing your arm as he leaned closer to plant a tender kiss on your skin. Irritated by his distraction, you playfully tapped the side of his head and muttered, "Stop moving, you're distracting me." 

Undeterred, Eren's hold on your hips tightened, his large hands offering comfort against your bare skin. He adored watching you in this state of intense focus, relishing in your unwavering determination to complete the task at hand. After what felt like an eternity, you stepped back with a satisfied huff, believing that you had triumphantly mastered the art of applying eyeliner. 

As Eren gazed into the mirror, however, your triumph quickly turned to exasperation. The lines you painstakingly drew resembled more of a chaotic wave than the sleek and sharp look you had aimed for. A smudged streak added to your frustration, and you turned to Eren, a scowl forming on your face.

  "Why are you laughing?" you snapped, crossing your arms in a huff. "It's not like you could do any better." Eren's laughter resonated through the room, blending harmoniously with the soft rock music playing in the background. He took a step closer, his arms encircling your waist, as he planted a soft kiss on your pouting lips. 

"You really are cute," he said, his voice laced with amusement, "I may not be an expert at applying eyeliner, but the sight of you concentrating and doing a horrible job is simply adorable." A mischievous grin crept onto his face, and his green eyes twinkled with unabashed adoration. "Besides, perfection is overrated. I love the way you do it, even if it's a little crooked." 

His words dissolved your annoyance, and a reluctant smile tugged at the corners of your lips. Eren possessed an uncanny ability to transform any situation into a moment of tenderness and affection. Leaning in, you pressed a gentle kiss against his lips, your hands getting lost in the unruly mess of his hair.  "Well, you're lucky I love you," you teased, the warmth of his embrace soothing your earlier frustration.

"But remember, the next time you need eyeliner, you're on your own."  Eren chuckled, his arms enveloping you tighter. "Fair enough," he agreed, his voice filled with playful acceptance.

"But you'll always be my favorite artist, even if your canvas is a bit unconventional."

“Fuck off, Jeager” 

[takeomisbitch]

Gag Him

A/N: I’m so sorry for the late post I had a fucked up day yesterday and all I wanted to do was sleep but here it is. Just got off of work so it’s now finished. Enjoy

Kinktober day 8 Eren Yeager x Fem!Reader

Word Count:941

Tags:NSFW, Modern AU, Ball gag, Vibrating wand, Dom!Reader, Sub!Eren, Slight edging, ma'am used once like as a joke

Synopsis:Your boyfriend always been tough and “dominant” on the outside and in front of people he knew and he likes to tell his friends that he always has you screaming, crying and shaking for him when your not around, and when he tells his friends once again at an early Halloween party in front of you, you decide to take him home and gag him for being a very bad boy

Kinktober Masterlist | Attack on Titan Masterlist

One of Eren’s best friends Connie is throwing an early halloween party for some odd reason, and knowing how Eren is at parties you only limited him to 4 drinks. 

“Only four?!” he looks at you, his mouth gaped and his eyebrows lifted, “Yes only four I don’t want to deal with you drunk.” giggling you kiss his cheek, walking through the door of the frat house that Connie is a part of, you see tons of kids that are in your college, “There’s mad people here,” your boyfriend whispers in your ear throwing his arm around your shoulder. “Yea, we can go whenever we're ready so don’t stress it.” 

After walking around for 10 minutes you find your group of friends outside by a fire pit, “Y/N, Eren. You guys made it.” Connie shouts out standing from his seat, you wave and say hi to the group when you guys get closer while Eren does that stupid head nod. 

About an hour into the party you hear Eren talking to Jean, Connie and Reiner talking about how he “Always have her crying” “She’s always screaming for me” “She’s always shaking for me,” he says everything within earshot of you with a smirk on his face. Knowing that he is lying you decide to just take it home. 

Getting up from your seat you walk over to Eren “Eren I’m getting tired can we go?” You ask him, looking down at him. “Yea, let's go sweetheart.” He got up from his seat saying goodbye to the group. Eren puts his arm around your waist rubbing his hand on it. 

Leaving the house you enter the car Eren on the drivers side, “Why’d you want to leave early baby?”  he trunks his head towards you every couple a seconds waiting for a reply has he drives to your apartment, “Cause you want to sit there and spread lies Eren,” you give him a smirk your eyes hung low, “Well I was just joking,” he sputters out his eyes frantically looking at you when he stops at the red light. 

Choosing to ignore him until you get home Eren keeps talking to you trying to get you to talk, “I’m sorry baby I didn’t mean it.” 

You pull into the parking lot of your apartment getting out once the car is in park, Eren following right behind you still pleading with you. Walking into the elevator you press your floor number Eren still not giving up. Reaching your floor you get off the elevator you stop by your door and tell Eren to “Go inside take your clothes off and lay on the bed for me.”

He nods his head giving a small yes as he walks through the door and towards your bedroom. You walk to the closet in your hallway unlocking it with your key and you are met with tons a sex toys that both you and Eren have used except for two of them, a vibrating wand and a ball gag. Grabbing the things you close the door and lock it back up, walking to your room you see Eren on your bed his back up against the headboard. 

“Baby I really didn’t mean it I wear” He pleads with you after seeing the toys you picked out. Telling Eren to shush you strip from your clothes, getting up on the bed “Wait Y/N do we-” cutting him off you tie the ball gag around his head, plugging the vibrating wand into the wall by your bed. 

Looking down between Eren legs you see his tan flushed cock leaking and twitching when you bring your hand down to stroke him a bit. “Ren, why did you lie to friends when you know it’s you that is always you screaming and crying n’ shaking for me.” Your voice is stern when you turn the vibrator on, Eren is already red in the face, his whimpers getting muffled by the ball gag. 

Setting the vibrator on to the highest setting, you drag it to and from the base and the tip of his cock, his cock twitching at the speed. You watch Eren’s face as he tries to moan and whimper, his body twitching and moving away from the toy. “Keep moving and i’ll have to tie you down,” you tell him slapping thigh with your free hand, Eren movements come to a halt but the sensation on his cock has his hand coming up to yours trying to push it away, “Eren stop before I won’t let you cum,” you slap his hand away choosing to hold the vibrator on his sensitive tip. 

Watching as pre-cum leaks from his tip you can tell that Eren is close, “Wanna come baby?” pouting at him, you move the vibrator up and down his cock once again. Eren nods his head up and down another muffled whimper coming from him. You bring the toy back to the tip of his cock moving it around in circles, “Come for me Eren. Only if you promise to tell your friends the truth when we see them again” You give him a teasing smile as he nods his head giving you a strangled yes. 

“Ok then baby, then come for me.” Once you gave Eren the release word, warm ropes of come shoots of his cock landing on your hand and his stomach and all over the toy. Turning the toy off you move up to take the ball gag out of his mouth, “Now come take care of me ‘Ren” You said lying down next to him your legs spread wide. “Yes Ma’am”

©Bella2023

[vilsoo]

WANNA PLAY PSYCHO KILLER?⌇ghostface!eren jaeger

｡ﾟ･ 𖤐 WORD COUNT : 6,219

｡ﾟ･ 𖤐 SYNOPSIS : as you were getting ready for a horror movie night, you receive a call from your ex-fwb, eren, reminiscing about you being his perfect little fucktoy before your new boyfriend. but all that sweet talking, nostalgia, and reminiscing suddenly takes an ominous, dark turn…

｡ﾟ･ 𖤐 WARNINGS : home invasion, dubcon, yandere, slight stalking, phone sex, jealousy, implied infidelity, chase scene, blackmailing, slight knife play, many plot twists. do not interact if you are uncomfortable with dark content. ⚠︎

inspired by augustinthewinter’s nsfw audio but with more darkness and intensity.

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You and your boyfriend love when October arrives. The Autumn weather dropping cooler, the shimmering mass of cornelian leaves flittering around, and of course the Halloween thrill. Venturing haunted houses, baking cookies, eating candy, drinking pumpkin spiced lattes, watching classic horror movies, decorating, dressing up, and shopping at Spirit Halloween. Although you were excited to dress up and go all out with your boyfriend this Halloween, you both decided on a much better option— staying indoors to watch a horror movie while eating some Halloween cookies.

You’ve been talking to this man for almost six months until you finally made it official the other day. This will be your first time spending Halloween home alone together and you already know what’s about to go down. You couldn’t contain the excitement stirring in your stomach. After cleaning the house, baking the cookies, and arranging everything neatly, you went back to your room to get ready before he arrives.

After finishing up in your bathroom, you walk over to your phone charging on your bedroom floor and wait for it to turn on, checking for any new texts or notifications. Sadly, your boyfriend hasn’t texted back yet. While you were lingering on your phone, your screen suddenly fades to an incoming call from an unknown number. You analyzed the number and instantly recognized that the area code matches yours. Perhaps it was a number from some acquaintance that you forgot to save. Feeling a bit skeptical, you unplugged your phone and took it with you to sit down on the bed and answer.

You sighed and held your phone against your ear. “Hello?”

“Hi… It’s been a minute, right?”

Just after hearing that voice, your body fell frozen like a deer caught in headlights. That spine-chilling, sultry, warm voice that sends your heart pounding erratically and leaves you breathless. You could feel your stomach twisting and your lungs tightening. The excitement you were feeling awhile ago had now became this gut-wrenching and unsettling mood. All because of a phone call from a man you used to fuck around with…

“Eren...?” you fretted. “Why are you calling me?”

“Well, I saw your story on Instagram just now. So you guys are, like, official now?”

You frowned, thinking about your entire Instagram story from today until you realized he was talking about the most recent one: you and your boyfriend with cute candid pics layered like a collage along with your favorite song playing.

“…Why does that matter to you?”

“‘Cuz… I just wanted to congratulate you two,” Eren hefted a chuckle, then sighing deeply from making the situation slightly awkward awhile after. “You know— for some reason, just seeing that after rapidly tapping through other boring stories… I really shouldn’t be this fucking pissed.”

“Are you fucking serious? We literally established before there are no strings attached. You know what— honestly, this call was a waste of time. I’m gonna go.”

“So why’d you answer anyways, sweetheart?” Eren cooed as if he was teasing you, the same way he used to tease you before with the allure in his voice.

You chewed on your bottom lip. “Because… I didn’t know who you were… I unsaved you from my contacts because, you know…”

You hear him chuckle across the line and your stomach felt like it was all tied up in knots. “Fine, I guess I’ll take that. But back to what I was talking about earlier… your Instagram story, right? Those photos of you and your new man, smiling together and having his arm around you… You know, speaking of photos— I’m looking at a really cute photo of you right now. Can you guess which one?”

“Eren, please... I really shouldn’t be talking to you right now. And why do you still have those photos of me?”

“For momentums, of course,” he coaxed. “What do you think I’m gonna do, send ‘em to your boyfriend? You think I’m that kind of asshole?”

“No! No, I never said that… But— but which photo is it?” you faltered, suddenly thinking back on the wildness you and Eren had together as a fling.

“The fact that you asked,” he sneered. “We took a lot, I know… There’s a whole bunch of photos and videos of us still in my camera roll. But it’s the one of you on your kitchen floor… with your ass in the air and my cock in your mouth.”

You remembered it. You can even visualize it so clearly. The time when you dragged Eren out of a Halloween party you went together last year, him taking you home and getting it on right at your kitchen. Oh the irony of spending Halloween this year with a different man you genuinely had feelings for and so deeply committed to spend all of your time together.

Across the line, Eren took a moment for staring right at you in the picture in awe, exhaling deeply and feeling his cock throb in his pants. “God… you look so fucking good like this. Such a mess. Your lips just wrapped around me, drooling down my dick… Those pretty eyes looking right up at me and into the camera…”

“Okay, that’s enough. I don’t care how much you miss what we had, but we really shouldn’t be talking right now. I’m sorry, I have to go.”

“Aw, c’mon,” he pouted. “We haven’t talked in months and I can’t check in on my girl? My favorite girl that made me feel like the luckiest man in the planet because you were into me?”

My favorite girl.

After lingering on his words that you knew was supposed to tempt you, your heart felt heavy. “Eren, I’m… I’m not yours. Not anymore.”

“Oh, but deep down you wanted to be.”

Suddenly you fell quiet and immediately hung up. You hated how he knew what you wanted to hear from him. At any given moment, his way of words with you had you laced onto him stronger than any drug or wine. It’s as if he can read every thought, every insecurity, every assumption of yours and affirm them so sweetly to you with everything you wanted to hear. He was, after all, a man that could go on days with the most titillating words of affirmation… And he made you feel like the most beautiful, cherished woman on the planet because of it. No matter how complicated the circumstances were back then.

After walking away from your phone, feeling your body growing hotter from the agitation, it started ringing again. You were praying that it was your boyfriend this time, but it was still Eren’s number. You sighed in exasperation knowing he’s still gonna blow up your phone with more calls until you answer. You needed to keep your phone on just in case your boyfriend calls or texts back. To make things simpler for you, you blocked Eren’s number and pretended nothing happened.

There was finally silence. Your excitement had channeled in again as you headed downstairs, approaching the kitchen to leave your phone on the counter and grabbing a drink from the fridge. You couldn’t wait any longer for your boyfriend to come. But for some reason, he wasn’t answering your texts or calls and it’s been three hours. That worrisome, agitating feeling was swirling in your stomach, thinking about what was going on with your man until you were suddenly startled by your landline phone ringing. And that landline phone hardly ever rings… you even forgot that you still had it.

You were starting to grow paranoid. After slowly walking by the corner of the counter where the landline phone kept ringing, you checked the screen for the number and your shoulders dropped in disbelief. You immediately recognized that it was still Eren, trying to phone you through a number you never even gave out in your life. You’ve never imagined this man to be this fucking desperate just to talk to you. It made you wholeheartedly regret posting on your story about your new boyfriend.

Out of spite, you pick up the phone. “Oh my fucking god, Eren. Is this a fucking prank?! What do you want?”

“I want you to not hang up on me, Y/N.” The tone in Eren’s voice became more terse and ominous, as if he was making a threat.

You took it as a bluff and scoffed. “Or what?”

“I’ll send all 200 of our photos to your boyfriend. He’ll never find out how long ago it was. You won’t even be able to explain yourself. And I know… I know, deep down… you still never told him about me. And how long ago have you been talking? We used to be seeing each other a lot while he was still trying to get to know you. Remember, babe?”

It felt as if something got caught on your throat after realizing that Eren suddenly set you up by blackmailing you. At first, it felt unbelievable. This entire phone call through a goddamn landline phone, especially so out of the blue, was just fucking surreal. But mentioning that he can easily send all the photos to your boyfriend felt slightly troubling. You know how playful and sarcastic this man can get at times to the point it leaves you in a feeling of uncertainty. You liked playing along with his jokes and pranks, but he would never reject even a simple dare. Say that Eren won’t do it, and he’ll do it right there and then. You didn’t want to prompt him further.

“Yes, I… I remember. But— I thought you said to me earlier you would never send those photos to him… Not even to anyone. That you weren’t that kind of asshole.”

“Aw. You’re fighting really hard for this relationship even when it just started. I can give you that. But, you know… I’m just that fucking desperate! I really don’t give a shit about your boyfriend, Y/N. You have no fucking idea how much I’ve missed being around you.”

All you did was remain silent, dwelling and pondering into the many memories with him that were buried deep in your mind. Nostalgia has never felt so soul damaging, thinking to yourself that this was all just a regression of a past life you once lived. That special day on October last year, those seven months you spent together going forth…

“He doesn’t have to know anything,” he continued, “that is, if you don’t hang up on me again… But after thinking back at everything, I just realized how naive the poor guy is. I mean, it’s not like you were doing anything wrong. You were just starting to see him at that time. It’s not like you guys were exclusive… yet. But he never knew. Oh, he never fucking knew— what was going down after those five to six dates with him.”

“Eren…”

“I bet he felt all nervous during those dates. I mean— how could he not, going out with you? But just imagine how excited he felt when you admitted you wanted to keep seeing him. Probably thinking, ‘Oh, she really likes me. Maybe this is gonna turn into a real thing…’ But he didn’t know anything, did he?”

Your heart sunk to your stomach when you immediately knew where this was going.

“Remember after he took you to Horrorland on Saturday, I was fucking you stupid on Sunday…?That literally happened. You even told me your legs were too sore from all that walking, and you couldn’t ride me like you wanted to. So I just let you lay on your stomach and I pounded you prone… letting me take care of you by burying my face into you from behind, eating your pussy and your ass until you came. Then fucking you hard into the mattress until you came again.”

All the flashbacks with him you forced yourself to forget were suddenly flooding back in like an unwelcome guest. As you stare off onto the floor, all you could think of was Eren. When you shut your eyes for an instant, you can see him in the depths of your mind. When you inhale deeply through your nose, you immediately take in Eren’s scent. That addicting, earthy, yet titillating aroma of his that blossomed in your body like wildfire. Everything you had to bury away about Eren Jaeger now came back, haunting the vulnerable corners of your mind you felt utterly vanquished. It was proof that he could never leave you.

“You still there?” he chimed in suddenly with a chuckle. “C’mon, I wanna hear from you. I know you miss it. I know that you miss the way I make you feel whenever I had you… Because I do. Fuck, I miss how your pussy tastes. I miss getting you all over my mouth and chin. The way I held you down so you wouldn’t squirm away, fingering you and eating you out so good that you squirted for the first time. Fuck, that was so hot… So glad I got some of it on camera.”

You couldn’t reply with anything. It was as if your brain was on a different planet, lingering on all those flashbacks and memories as Eren reminisced. Deep down, you really did miss everything you had. Deep down, you really were aroused by him speaking to you like this again, hearing his sultry voice over the phone that gets you weak in the knees. If temptation were a person, it was Eren himself. If an orgasm from a man was unreachable, Eren wouldn’t exist in this world.

“Fine! Jesus, I miss it, okay?” you spluttered, rubbing your eyes from feeling flustered and ashamed for admitting such a dark truth. “What we had, Eren… I miss it all so much. I may love being treated like a princess by the man who’s now my boyfriend in the day, but being treated like a whore by you at night… I miss that the most. He doesn’t eat me out the way you do, he doesn’t make me come more than once like you made me…”

Eren smirked in amusement, lightly scoffing after hearing what he’s been dying to hear all day out of you. “You don’t have to sound so embarrassed about it, baby. Like I said, he doesn’t have to know anything going on right now... But I do find it really sad— pathetic, even— that he can’t make you come like I do. Looks like I have to show him how it’s done.”

You suddenly froze after hearing the last few words. “Wait, what?”

“You’re in your kitchen, right? Remember when I picked you up and put you onto the kitchen island where I ate you out? I want you to sit on that same exact edge again, lay down, and just rub that pussy for me…”

Suddenly you snapped back into reality after hearing his absurd request. “Are you fucking insane?! I’m not having phone sex with you, Eren. I’m not!”

“Why, is your boyfriend coming over? Is that why you wanted to leave so bad?”

Your heart suddenly raced. There was absolutely no reason for him to know your business, so you decided to lie. “No— no… It’s just, you can’t fucking make me have phone sex with you right now. It’s not gonna happen.”

“Hm… Okay. You wanna bet on that, then?” the man provoked with a deep chuckle. “I know you so well, Y/N. You can deny to me all you want but I know you’re turned on by this. I know how fucking wet you get just listening to my voice from our late night phone calls before… Now, do what I fucking say if you don’t want your boyfriend to find out. Lay down on that counter, baby.”

Your heart felt heavy again. This was all so wrong; having phone sex behind your boyfriend’s back with your ex-fling, the man you had a situationship with for seven months. Longer than the months you and your boyfriend have been talking. What else felt so wrong and shameful was that Eren isn’t wrong— you really were turned on by him talking to you like this again. Your cunt has been furtively throbbing at the allure in his voice and the lingering flashbacks…

Overwhelmed by everything, you put the phone down to lift yourself up onto your kitchen island. Then you slip off your pajama bottoms, dropping them to the floor and slowly lying down on the counter. With your legs spread open and the phone in your non-dominant hand, your other hand lightly grazes your swollen cunt through your panties, your breathing growing heavy just feeling yourself at how soaked you were.

“You know— I’ve been stroking my cock this whole week thinking about you,” Eren sighed out. “Fuck, I’m so hard for you right now… Please, just rub that pretty little clit for me. I want you to feel good— I wanna hear every moan, every whine— everything over the phone... Just by listening to me.”

You were no longer in control of the situation. In the midst of your state of arousal, your fingers slipped inside your panties and chafed against your swollen clit, your body caving into the sensation. Your eyes shut, your back arching, and the phone against your ear with your mouth agape. Eren can hear your small sighs and your heavy breathing, driving him to stroke his cock harder. You can hear him, too— the slickness of his cock and his soft exhales. Remembering all those times where he would be leaking precum from how much you teased him... As you were lost in your own dark, forbidden desire for Eren, the sounds of your pussy juices became louder.

“That’s it, baby. Just fuck that pussy for me,” he kept cooing. “Fuck, I’d do anything to see you playing with yourself right now. Think of how nice my fingers felt inside you… stroking your g-spot that night after your boyfriend took you on your little art museum date…”

You kept moaning and whining, a small smile creeping at the corner of your lips. There was no way out after hearing Eren subtly groaning from stroking himself in your ears, a blissful reminder of how crazy you drive this man. You loved how vocal he was with you and his dirty talking always sent you delirious. Orgasm after orgasm, just by degrading you into your ears while pinning you down, then praising you for taking him so well.

“Oh, please—! Please, Eren— Tell me more,” you moaned out as you fingered yourself. The more eager you were, the more you pulsed around your fingers, wanting to thrust into your pussy faster.

You hear him chuckle again over the phone. “You want to hear more now, huh?”

“Fuck— yes, please! I need to cum to your voice again, you know I fucking love that,” you whined to him.

“That’s what I wanna hear, baby. Such a good fucking girl for me… Keep fucking that pussy for me, I don’t want you to stop.”

You threw your head back as you were lost in your own pleasure, the landline phone falling out of your grip. You had no care in the world, no care for your situation— all you did was embrace those heated flashbacks and the nostalgia. Everything you did together months ago, from the sweet princess treatment to the messy whore treatment, was when your life felt perfectly balanced and you had no worries about anything. Maybe a couple pregnancy scares from Eren, but whatever happens, happens. He was just obsessed with the feeling of being around you just as you were. Manhandling you, molding your cunt every night as the shape of his cock, breeding you constantly that you felt him in your guts for a week straight before…

“Oh yeah, you remember that time when I let you hang your head off my bed so I could use that perfect throat of yours?”

“Yes… Oh, god— that was fucking hot…”

“Right? Fuck, I remember like it was yesterday. Just training your little throat so you could handle my size, especially while I was rubbing and fingering your pussy? You kept moaning and humming on my cock like the little slut you are… I’ll never forget that. How I made you into my fucking perfect little slut… Say it— I want you to say you’re my perfect little slut.”

“I’m— I’m your…”

Suddenly, your phone started ringing on the dinner table it made you flinch. You quickly glanced at the screen and see that it was your boyfriend. What made matters worse was that Siri read his contact name out loud as your phone kept ringing. Sliding off the counter, you rush to the table and tried to mute your phone but his call suddenly faded away. Then, you realized you were much more screwed now.

“You have one unheard message,” said Siri in the living room, loud and clear that Eren in the other line could hear. “Hey, you weren’t answering but I know your voicemails get through because you have this thingy in your house that can automatically play voicemails out loud. But anyways, I’m nearby, I’m gonna be there in like five minutes. I can’t wait to see you tonight, babe.”

And silence.

A long, unsettling silence as you sauntered back to the kitchen island and staring down at the phone, your heart erratically racing faster. Suddenly, all that built-up arousal and your skyrocketing sex drive vanished, which felt oddly anticlimactic.

“…You fucking liar,” Eren chastised over the landline phone. “You said he wasn’t coming over.”

You grabbed your pants off the floor and slid them back on, then grabbed the landline phone to your ear. “So what if he’s coming over? Look, I know we were in the middle of something, but… I’m sorry, Eren. Besides, we just became official yesterday, it’s not really cheating… And I know you can keep secrets...”

“You want to know something, Y/N?” he spoke more terse again, making you frown in consternation. “I was actually watching you this whole time… when you fingered yourself on the kitchen island.”

You scoffed, almost holding back a chuckle from his bluffs. Sometimes you couldn’t take him seriously. “Oh wow, really? At least you enjoyed it, because this is seriously the last time I ever wanna fucking hear from you, Eren. Leave me and my boyfriend alone.”

“Aw, but how can I leave you alone? Especially with those cute Halloween pajamas you got on right now, and the black laced thong I saw you wearing earlier…?”

Just as you were about to leave the kitchen, your movements suddenly freeze at his haunting, unsettling words. It felt as if the walls in your body were closing in on you, making it difficult to breathe. There was an uncontrolled staccato rhythmic in your chest and this ache in your muscles from every nerve in your body suddenly high in alert and soaring adrenaline. You slowly drift your gaze to the sliding door behind you, moving none of your limbs except your teary eyes, which were widening in horror after staring into the darkness outside. Obviously you couldn’t see anything, but there was this immense amount of panic thrashing in your brain. You were on high alert of every sound and every movement in your house, all alone at night while waiting for your boyfriend to come over. What you thought would be a pleasant night was not other than an experience of starring in your very own slasher horror movie.

“I won’t be showing myself yet, sweetheart,” Eren mused in the phone, hefting another chuckle. “I won’t even tell you if I’m inside your house or not. But after lying to me… I decided to switch up our little game a bit.”

“. . .Game?” you uttered weakly. “You never said… this was a fucking game…”

“Oh, it is now. C’mon, Y/N— you should already know I love games. The game earlier was supposed to be a harmless little parting gift from me that you can easily win; if I made you cum over the phone, I’d leave you alone for the rest of the night. Delete all our photos and videos, too— it would be the last time we’d ever talk. You were doing so good and doing everything I say… But then, when you lied to me that your man wasn’t coming over, you screwed everything up. It’s time I just let it out of my fucking system.”

“No, no, please— Please, Eren,” you begged, feeling your nose and face burning from holding back your tears. “Don’t ruin this, please. I’ll do anything you want, just stay away from him… He’s not apart of this.”

“You’ve already given me what I want. The best seven months I ever had with you. But… something wasn’t quite right to me, you know? It just— it wasn’t fucking fair that… another man is also making you cum. He spoils you with everything you could ever want. And while I give you throat training, he gets to fucking benefit from all that. Every time I see you two together, it fucking pisses me off.”

At this point, you started trembling. As you leaned against the counter, you slid yourself down and sat on the floor in misery. There was this nauseating pit of anxiety and stress gutting your vulnerable state like a fish. After how long it’s been, this was what Eren has been suppressing this whole time. His underlying, forbidden feelings that he had for you.

“Please, Eren. I can’t take this any longer. He’s gonna be here any minute now.”

“I can’t take this either, Y/N. Whenever stuff doesn’t go the way I want to, I tend to handle it… differently. Which is why, tonight… you have more than one surprise waiting for you and your boyfriend.”

When Eren hung up abruptly, the doorbell suddenly rang and your heart leaped. Slowly getting up, you peek over to try and make out the figure behind the door. It wasn’t until the figure knocked and tried peeking through the side windows of your front door.

“Y/N? Babe, I’m here!” your boyfriend called out.

Relieved, you scurried all the way to the door and quickly opened it. The sight of your boyfriend calmed you down for a little bit, knowing that it was him and only him. But you knew something wrong was about to go down and you needed to explain fast.

“Quick, get inside. Hurry!” you urged, dragging him in and swiftly shutting the door, putting all the locks, and closing the blinds.

He frowned at your distress. “Hey, what’s going on? Are you okay?”

You instantly shut him up with a tight embrace, forcing yourself to calm down with deep inhales and his warmth. “I’m okay, baby. I just need you here with me right now…”

“Aw, poor baby,” he cooed, hugging you tighter and planting kisses on the top of your head. “It’s okay… Did something bad happen? Were you paranoid over something?”

You shook your head, once again overwhelmed. “Don’t worry about it, baby. I’m just so happy you made it.”

“But… you’re shaking right now. And I can feel your heartbeat, too. It’s beating fast,” he spoke in perturbation. “Hey. I know when something’s not right. I want to know what happened.”

When you arched your neck to stare into his eyes, you instantly melted from the way he was gently caressing you. Holding your face, bringing your entire body closer, and rubbing his hands all over trying to ease your stress… He knew how to take care of you with the most genuine, loving affection. An open-minded boyfriend that supported you with love, comfort, trust, support, and everything a girl could ever ask for and deserve. He saw you for you, and loved all of you. That was the slight difference between him and Eren— the way he was committed to pursuing you because you were undeniably the girl of his dreams. He cherished your wildness, your adventurous side, and your amazing personality. You were both very compatible and that was just what you desired.

“Will you kiss me first, baby?” you whispered. “I’ll tell you… if you just reassure me with your kisses. I just miss you so much. I have a lot to say.”

“Of course. Anything for my pretty girl,” he obliged sweetly, inching closer.

My pretty girl.

Your body felt like it was on vibrate when he kisses you, condensed in the tender moment laced with blossoming passion. A soft and gentle kiss from him was soothing enough for the contorting feeling in your stomach. That sinking, paranoid feeling had now subsided as your boyfriend kept caressing you. His hands all over you, dwelling into the kiss, and subtly humming… you love receiving this kind of comfort from him. It gave you this sense of urgency to protect him and cherish him forever.

But you spoke too soon.

Just as you thought everything was fine, you parted away from the kiss and gazed into his eyes again, smiling. It wasn’t until you caught glimpse of something different in your peripheral vision; this shadowy, masked figure standing right behind your boyfriend. Your eyes widened in horror and your body went straight back into panic mode. Then, everything happened in a blink of an eye.

“No!”

Before you knew it, your boyfriend got stabbed in the stomach by a knife from behind. You pant heavily and your vision started to blur from the tears at the unbearable sight of him collapsing to the ground, bleeding everywhere. Your body failed to decide on an immediate response, whether to run from your dying boyfriend or stand still like an idiot. Your mind bears the weight of speeding through every option, every possible source of control, but only slamming sharply into blaming yourself.

You see his figure standing before you holding the knife, all in black cloth with a Ghostface mask. You already knew who it was and you’re left defeated.

I’ve always wanted to get fucked by Ghostface, you recalled in your head when you went shopping at Spirit Halloween with Eren last year. Would you be down for wearing it?

“…Run, please…” your boyfriend uttered weakly on the floor, coughing up blood.

“You heard him,” said Eren, watching him slant his head at you through the mask, and raising his arm where he held the bloody knife.

And you ran. You ran through the kitchen as fast as you could, panting heavily and feeling your tears stream down your cheeks. Every corner you turn in your house, Eren would be standing menacingly in your way, urging you to run the opposite direction. You knew it would be dumb to run upstairs. You knew it would be dumb to hide somewhere— hell, there were not a lot of good hiding places. You needed to run. Get out and get help. Call the police and send an ambulance as your boyfriend is still dying on the floor.

When it was silent, you caught glimpse of the landline phone in the kitchen. Standing up from hiding behind the island, you reach out to grab it until you noticed Eren’s gloved hand reaching out before you from the opposite side, smashing it with his knife. And with your poor hand in the way, you screamed in agony from the violent slash in your skin throbbing.

“You fucking piece of shit!” you cried out, almost out of breath. You darted your gaze at the sliding doors for your backyard, dashing towards it and reaching out your unharmed hand to open it. When you see Eren catching up, you swiftly pulled the door back closed, hearing him also groan in pain when you squished his fingers.

Turning back to run with nothing stopping you, you were about to reach the door that leads to the front of your house. But just as you were about to grab the handle, you feel something grabbing your shoulders from behind, pulling you back aggressively onto the ground where you landed painfully on your head and your back. From there, Eren straddled on top of you to prevent from getting up. One gloved hand choked you by the neck and the other gloved hand using the knife to lightly drag it on your bare chest, causing you to shiver.

“You know, for a fucking whore like you— I thought you would love being manhandled and treated so aggressive like this,” Eren chided, tightening the grip on your neck you started suffocating. “But it doesn’t even matter to me anymore. At least I’m being nice enough to save you from the unbearable pain of witnessing me killing your perfect little boyfriend.”

After hearing those words, you knew you were helpless in your situation. The world suddenly fell silent and slow, where you thought about everything in life and how you came so far. Your sweet talking with your boyfriend, all those moments you spent together. As you watch him raise the blade higher in the air, ready to stab you wherever he plans to stab you… everything stopped.

Once again, everything happened in a blink of an eye. You gasped for air when his grip on your neck suddenly became loose, watching in bewilderment and confusion as his unconscious body collapsed. Eren has been stabbed, but through the heart. Your eyes trail up at another figure standing before you; your boyfriend, with one of your knives from the kitchen in his hand.

“Baby!” you exclaimed, jumping up to embrace him and panting in relief. “Oh my god, I’m so happy you’re okay… You saved me!”

But something felt odd to you. And you didn’t know what it was— the nonchalant, lifeless look in his face, his motionless body not even hugging you back, or the fact that he didn’t utter a single word from his mouth. He just kept staring down at the ground, clenching the grip on the knife tighter. And very slowly, you watch as his gaze weakly drifts onto yours, those pupils that used to dilate at the sight of you now lifeless and mundane.

“Baby..?” you uttered, caressing his face. “Hey, it’s gonna be okay. We’re gonna be fine and get you some help, okay? Is your wound still hurting?”

After a long minute of unsettling silence and no response, he abruptly took your hands off his face and clenched his jaw. “Did you really think I was that naive this whole time, Y/N?”

Your heart dropped. “What?”

“Cheating on me with Eren Jaeger. You’ve been seeing him way before we met. I wish you told me sooner about him, even though I suspected the feeling from the start. But I trusted you that one day you were gonna tell me… instead, you go back to his place and keep him as your little secret.”

Your words got caught in your throat and your nose felt as if it was burning, like you were about to cry again. “No, no, please… That was a long time ago before we were official. I was eventually going to tell you about him, I swear! You deserve to know—“

“Liar. You fucking liar. You know— Eren really messed up my plans I had for you. That piece of shit wasn’t supposed to kill you tonight. I was.”

Your eyes widened in horror, slowly backing away. “Wait— what!?”

It wasn’t until he aggressively grabbed you from behind your neck to stay in place before you, causing you to yelp. “You’re just a helpless whore good for nothing but a fuck. When I grew suspicious and finally found out about everything you were doing behind my back, I saw red… I did everything for you and now you’re making me get all violent with you. I wanted to kill you for treating me like shit, but now… I think you just have to live with every shitty thing you’ve done. You don’t deserve death yet.”

By now you’re helplessly sobbing, once again trapped in a vulnerable, helpless state with no alternative option of getting you out. He takes the knife and holds it between your faces, just mere inches away. You even hear him sobbing too.

“Look what you made me do,” he sniffled, still holding your face. “You made me kill this helpless man for you… I hope I’ve ruined your Halloween just as how you ruined mines. But now you’ll also have to live with the trauma of this night forever.”

And in the blink of an eye… you watch your boyfriend slice through his neck with the knife. It took a moment for you to scream loudly, forcing your eyes shut from endless tears and your heart racing like wildfire, pounding loudly in your ears. You could feel your own blood being forced through your veins with every loud thump of your broken heart. Your face started feeling sticky from his blood getting splattered all over you. You fall to your knees on the ground, trembling and crying out loud in agony, your brain forcing itself to replay everything that just happened…

All alone in the backyard, surrounded by two dead bodies and painful memories… You will never enjoy Halloween as much as you used to anymore.

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[RIDE ANNOUNCER] Please remain seated until the ride comes to a complete stop. Then collect your belongings, watch your head, and step carefully out the vehicle. Don’t forget to dispose your 4D glasses at the bins before you exit. On behalf of all of our crew, thanks for riding with us, and we hope you have a happy and memorable visit here at Horrorland!

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NOTES :: holy shit this fic is so goddamn long… but i had so much fun writing this! happy halloween everyone <33

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Retired Fuck Boy

College Eren! X Reader, Slight OOC Eren, NSFW SMUT, AFAB READER

If only you weren’t so gorgeous. If only your kiss weren’t so addicting and your touched so fixating. If only you weren’t his weakness.

He’d never felt this way with anybody else he’d fucked. It was different with you during and after sex. It was always bad but when you came to mind every time he got off, he lost it.

The perverted thoughts couldn’t be helped every time he saw you. The jealousy couldn’t expire every time you’d talk to another guy. It was infuriating how much he cared, despite barely knowing you. He’d show up, hickies down his neck, confessing his undying love for you as you coaxed you into the bedroom. He’d force you to call the guy and make him listen while he fucked you into oblivion. And then he’d be gone in the morning. It was a routine that he wished never came to a start and hopes never comes to an end.

Eren rubbed his fat tip against your slit gradually. Picking up the slick running down your ass cheeks with a breathy whine. Pupils dilated as if it was his first time. “Hurry up.” You whimpered drawing him in by the back of his head and running your fingers through the strands as if you were trying to convince him. He only kissed you in return and you kissed back, letting him slip his tongue in and cloud your mind. “Mm, Call him.” He encouraged words cutting through the silence, running his hands up and down your sides persuasively. “Eren..” You breathed out as he kissed your neck. Sucking softly as he rubbed light circles on your clit. “Please, last time promise.” He pleaded softly, looking down as he lined his cock up with your wet slit, precum mixing with the slick. His cock red and angry yearning for attention. “Want him to hear this. Want him to leave you alone.” He whispered soothingly as his eyes roamed your features. Green eyes followed your eyes as they glanced at your phone. Eren pressed light circles on your clit again persuading you even more. Laying a kiss to your collarbone as you huffed a light “Fine.”

“Hello? Y/N?” His voice came through the phone as Eren slammed into you causing a loud moan. The sound of skin clapping together in time with wet squelches rang throw the phone. Eren cursing and groaning into the skin of your collarbones. Your slick sticking to his pelvis more and more with each thrust. Eren whimpered, pulling your legs onto his shoulder, and folding you into a mating press. “You like that? You like him listening to us?” He teased leaning down to kiss you. Too caught up in the pleasure you barely noticed only letting out a moan in response. “Kiss me back.” Eren insisted trying again but to his disapproval, you hadn’t responded. Only earning a whine of displeasure and a harsh squeeze to the thigh.

You yelped zoning back in with Eren’s scowl grounding you. “Why’d you do that?” You scolded weakly, his thrusts only speeding up. “I said kiss me back?” He mumbled, rubbing his hands up and down your thighs suggestively. “You’re such a baby.” You quipped pulling him in by the nape of his neck into a deep kiss. Eren groaned slipping his tongue into your mouth, rubbing your cheek with his thumb. “You’re so pretty, baby. You know that?” He professed against your lips. “You’re fucking perfect.” He went on between kisses. You moaned feeling your climax approach. “You close?” Eren questioned as an all too familiar look crept onto your face. Before you could even respond he began harshly rubbing at your clit and leaning forward so his fat tip hits your cervix. “Fuck ‘m gonna cum!” You sobbed grabbing onto his biceps to ground yourself. Eren placed soft kisses on your neck with an impatient hum. Squelches getting louder and thrusts getting harder.

Until your orgasm finally hit with a high-pitched moan. “Fuck, just like that.” He groaned, his head falling as he finally focused on his pleasure and the way you drew him back in with each thrust. You whimpered at the overstimulation, Eren’s cock twitching inside you. Letting out a loud moan as he chased his orgasm. He placed a kiss on your thigh before his orgasm hit. Breathy moans left his lips as he came down.

He panted heavily not moving at all as the ringing in his ears slowly became softer. The post-orgasm feeling clouded his senses as he just barely heard your voice. “Eren.” You tapped his arm lightly. “Just- fuck, give me a second.” He mumbled as his panting slowed. “I would, I really would but I’ve got a cramp in my hip, and I REALLY need you to put my legs down.” Eren let out a light chuckle, slowly pulling your legs down to his sides and finally pulling out with a light hiss. “Thank you.” You didn’t even look at him as you said it too embarrassed about your confession. “You’re welcome.” Eren grinned looking over at your phone to see that the guy had ended the call. When? He doesn’t know and he doesn’t really care. “I need to pee.” You spilled getting off the bed and running to the bathroom. Eren only hummed looking for his clothes on the floor.

And when you finally got back from the bathroom you walk into the sight of Eren Yeager asleep on your bed. Boxers on, face smushed into your pillow, and his shirt discarded on the floor with faint signs of cum on it. He normally left after sex occasionally unannounced. He had never once stayed over so this was a sight to see. The only thing wrong was that he didn’t change the sheets. You eyed the damp mark and the sleeping man with a sigh. Walking up to the bed and tugging the sheets hard. Eren would’ve fallen off the bed if he wasn’t so heavy. “If your gonna stay here you going to help me change the sheets.” You decided only earning a loud groan from the man.

(It's a bit short my bad, I'll make a longer one next time.)

[leehoney0]

Always!

Female reader . Fluff . Suggestive

Nail tech reader who drags eren around nail supply stores,telling him in detail about what products are for what! and what she plans on using them for.

Nail tech reader jumping on eren to show him your cart full of supplies,kisses with a cute smile on your face hoping he will give in and buy it for you.he always does but it’s make you feel better asking!

Nail tech reader loving when eren massages your back and hands after finishing a sets with your client,he’d help you clean up and set up anything for your next client,he always know where things go back!

Nail tech reader hearing your clients gossip about the cute boy they saw outside bringing you Starbucks,hearts full of jealousy that such a handsome man was giving you undivided attention.

Nail tech reader being so happy that eren bought something for your work,showing you the charms he bought and acrylic that was sooo expensive you made sure his night was magical.

Nail tech reader asking eren to let you practice on him,he never turned you down unless he had work that day,showing off your work on his insta,tagging your account on his story,personal and nail account so people knew he was yours!

Nail tech reader always having her nails done,eren always choosing your next set,he loves how better the scratches felt on his back with your nails being done.

Nail tech reader apologizing for smelling like chemicals but eren never cared about that he just wanted to hug and kiss you all day long and a chemical would not stop that!

Nail tech reader kissing eren as he shows you the decoration he found for your nail room!,he would help you set it up,smiling proud about how it fit in your space so well.

Nail tech reader who hears Eren talk to his buddies about how proud and far you’ve come and how he would never leave your side.days being hard on you but eren always brought your mood back up.

Nail tech reader being surprised eren was thinking so hard on your next set,you being unaware about the ring he had hidden in your shared room,he loved your work and choosing one for your engagement was very important to him!

For my nail tecs out there ,as one myself I had to write something for us even if you aren’t or are heading towards that path hope you enjoy.also wish I had a boyfriend who supports my passions :( also I feel my nails are never done being a nail tec:/

[trans4mers4ever]

FootballPlayer!eren x PRTeam!Y/N fic update!

The results are in! Football won in my poll so that is the sport I will be writing about first

So:

Title: I don’t know yet maybe y’all could help me out lol

Premise: Eren is a highly talented rookie football player in the NFL. But he is a PR nightmare so he needs a PR team ASAP. Y/N is a recent college graduate and she takes the PR job but she has no idea the shit she will have to deal with.

I’m hoping to get the first two chapters out in the next week or so. I will be uploading the first two chapter here and I will continue the updates on AO3!

[maginxlia]

Starring Eren, Connie, Armin and Zeke in Cumming Undone ❤️‍🔥The Scenarios

Rated TV-MA

NSFW/ Minors please don’t Read

No pronouns in this Bih

Summary❤️‍🔥 you decide to surprise your man with Your Throat Abilities

Author Note❤️‍🔥 Something New for you Babes, I hope you enjoy and that y’all having a Wonderful Weekend

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Eren Yeager

♡ You had been watching Eren game online with Mikasa, Connie and Jean for the last Two Hours

♡ GTA V Online sessions are so hectic with them in it that you are usually very entertained But today your eyes has been on Eren more than his monitors

♡ He looked so delicious with his hair pulled back in a lazy ponytail…He should be Rewarded for Winning so many PVP… Right???

♡ Your body going into Autopilot as your mouth starts watering, you pulled back his chair and sat on the floor before him

♡ Eren looked away from his monitors for a split second, he stared down at you as you laid kisses to his cock still in his Jogging pants; He slightly smirked before going back to his game

♡ You pulled out his cock and licked him up & down before putting him in your mouth, you easily took his big hard cock to the back of your throat making Eren shift slightly in his chair but his voice didn’t show it as he spoke into his headset

♡ You weren’t going to break him that easily huh? Okay eren challenge accepted

♡ You bobbed your head at the right pace to make Eren`s toes curl, taking him to the back of your throat when he least expected

♡ Sucking at his tip as your hands worked his shaft, you looked him dead in his eyes as he swallowed heavily

♡ Eren took one of his hands of the controller and placed it to the back of your head controlling your pace, he was cheating but you still could win this game

♡ You swirl your tongue on his tip whenever your head went up, your hands massaged his balls

♡ You looked up and his hair was down, you knew then you had him right where you want him

♡ Keeping up your actions Eren was quick to end his gaming session, tossing his headset aside he groaned out before saying these words as one hand rubbed your cheek

♡ Eren: You wanted them to hear what you were doing to me??? Like a little slut hmmmmm??? Want them wishing that they were me?? But you’re are Mine.

♡ Eren then stood up and started fucking your mouth hard but it wasn’t something you couldn’t handle

♡ You can tell by how his hips subtly shake upon every thrusts and how his breathing is that Eren was close

♡ On his last thrust you grabbed his hips, Pulling him deep into your throat and let him cum violently down your throat

♡ Pulling back from Eren, you winked up at him and said while Giggling “You are delicious Ren”

♡ Eren fell back into his chair before patting his lap and speaking these words

♡ Eren: Come here Baby, It’s time I returned the Favor.

Connie Springer

♡ Connie has been watching you do your make up for the past hour while he’s FaceTiming Jean who was trying to complete his PC build

♡ Connie has been lowkey moping about the fact you were going clubbing with your friends without him, it made you sad to see your man so down and out

♡ While you did your hair you kept looking through the mirror back at Connie who was lying on the bed with his phone in his hand, every so often he would look up at you to see your progress or to admire you

♡ When you were done you checked yourself out before heading to the side of the bed, you leaned in to whisper in Connie’s ear “You better not mess my makeup or hair up” your lips grazed his ear making him shiver as he watched you apply his favorite lip gloss to your lips

♡ Slowly you made your way to his thighs before pulling his cock free of his pants while keeping eye contact with him the whole time

♡ Connie cock was hard in your hand as you stoked him up and down before licking his tip and deep throating him unexpectedly

♡ You can tell you made him weak and he was holding back a moan, Oh how he glad Jean was too excited and busy with his PC to see how he was looking

♡ Connie couldn’t help but thrust up into your mouth smearing your lip gloss onto his cock as you took him like the throat master you are

♡ You placed your hands on his hips helping him with his thrusts; oh you made him feel so good

♡ Connie was already close but you decided to swirl your tongue around like that?? Oh you were about to kill him while he was on FaceTime with Jean

♡ Connie eyes rolled back and you could tell by the way he was tensing he closed to coming but you kept on with the actions that would shove him over the edge

♡ Connie came so hard he tossed his phone to the floor and covered his mouth to muffle his moans

♡ He watched as you swallowed everything and lick his cock clean before tucking him back into his pants

♡ Connie out of breath: I might’ve broke my fucking phone

♡ You as you checked yourself out one last time: But you didn’t mess me up and I thank you for that, now I got to finish getting ready baby.

♡ Connie could barely grab his phone cause baby you did a number to him

Armin Arlert

♡ Armin has been on a Zoom Study session with his friends for the past three hours. No breaks

♡ You hate to Admit that you were feeling neglected but most importantly you worried for your man’s health!

♡ He looked so cute with his head in a book deep in concentration but it’s time for him to focus on you

♡ As he was preoccupied with his notes, you were crawling under the dining table where he decided to do all his studying

♡ It didn’t take long for you to find you target, Armin Soft but strong legs covered in the beige pants you picked out for him the last time you two went shopping

♡ You gently placed your hands onto his legs making Armin jump and pull back his chair to look down at you, He already knew your plans and he wasn’t prepared for it

♡ As you slowly stroked him through his pants Armin kept his beautiful eyes on you

♡ You slowly unzipped his pants you stared up at him watching his reaction as you exposed his Pretty Hard Cock, He could only nod at you to continue as he went back to studying before Eren Grew suspicious

♡ As you took him into your mouth, Armin closed his eyes. His cock felt so good with your lips wrapped around it

♡ As you bobbed up and down you placed your hands on his thighs for support

♡ You knew if Armin kept his eyes closed his friends would get worried so that’s why you started to lick the underside of his cock all the way down to his balls taking care to gently kiss both of them before sucking on them; Armin eyes were wide as he fought the urge to let out a moan and to make it worse his face was bright red

♡ Mikasa: Armin, Are you Alright???? You look feverish??

♡ Her words made everyone in the study session look at Armin making him embarrassed

♡ Armin as you suck his cock so good he could scream: yes… I’m Good, I’m just a little tt-ired I’ll talk to you guys later!!!!

♡ Logging out of the study session Armin let out the prettiest moan as you softly sucked the tip of his cock before deep throating him and fondling his balls

♡ Armin breathy moans letting you know he was close

♡ Armin: I’m about to cum

♡ He came hard as you continued to suck on his cock making him tremble in the chair

♡ You looked up at him while you swallowed his seed, his eyes watching and his face flushed from your ministrations

♡ Armin looked so cute undone, you watched as his eyes traveled to his phone that was lighting up with notifications

♡ Mikasa: Are you alright??

♡ Connie: Man you looked sick as hell, I hope you’re okay

♡ Jean: dude you good?? You got Mikasa worried

♡ Eren: I know what you were doing.

Zeke Yeager

♡ Bothering Zeke while he was working was Risky as hell but it was so fun! Especially when he is in a zoom meeting

♡ This is how you found yourself under his desk while he talked business with his colleagues

♡ You knew this meeting was important and that your actions would get you overstimulated later but trying to crack Zeke is so worth it

♡ As he talked you held on to his legs covered in dress slacks, He loves to dress up even when he having a zoom meeting

♡ Your hands slowly up to his thighs and finally landing on your target, his cock that was already hard in anticipation

♡ You released his beautiful cock from the prison that is his pants, your hands pumping his cock as you laid soft licks to his tip

♡ Oh you were going to tease the hell out of him, sucking the tip of his cock as your hands worked his shaft slowly

♡ You took him to the back of your throat and laid your tongue flat against the base of his cock, a risky move that always makes you choke but it was worth it to hear him clear his throat; you were getting to him.

♡ Keeping your up actions your bobbed up and down on his cock, taking him to the back of your throat when you went down and sucking his tip when you went up

♡ A shame you couldn’t touch his heavy balls that was still trapped in his pants.. if you could would’ve broke him for sure

♡ You could tell by the way he shifting in his chair that it was taking him everything to not groan out

♡ You went back to pumping his cock with your hands and using your mouth on his tip, you could feel him shudder before hearing him end the Zoom Call… Uh oh

♡ Zeke pulled back his office chair, his glasses missing and his tie undone; he stared down at you his cock in your mouth before he grabbed your head and shoved his cock down your throat

♡ He fucking your mouth?? He’s big mad but it's nothing you can’t handle you know his cock like the back of your hand

♡ He pulled you off while looking you right in the eye as you smiled up at him before he said these words

♡ Zeke: Oh you tried to make me groan?? So all my colleagues wish that their cocks were in your mouth??? You wanted me to cum while I was in a meeting?? I think you deserve a punishment or two darling

♡ Zeke laid you across his lap, spanking your ass hard but at this point you didn’t care

♡ You were ready for the long night of fucking you two were going to do, after all this was your plan

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[ushiwhacka]

eren jaeger + fem! reader | 580 words | mdni | impact play, slight humiliation, orgasm denial, eren loves playing with your pussy <3

thinking about eren holding you spread open. his legs intertwined with yours, leaning against his chest as he rubs your pussy nice and slow. his other hand tight around your jaw, tilting your head down so you can see the mess you’re making — the growing wet spot on the bedsheets, long fingers shiny with your slick, your thighs quivering with every touch. 

skin damp with sweat, your spine tingles at the feeling of his hot breath on the shell of your ear. “‘ren, p-please-” words turn into a drawn-out whine as you feel his thumb circle around your aching clit. “can’t, i can’t,” you cry as your nails dig into the muscle of his forearm, “no m-more.”

“no more?” he sounds so sweet. but then the flat surface of his fingers connects with your puffy cunt, the sound of wet skin colliding against wet skin echoes in the room. and you can help the way your back arches for him. “but i’m not done playing with her yet.” eren whispers in your ear, digging the palm of his hand into your folds.

“you like getting your pretty pussy spanked?” his voice deepens something cruel as he speaks against your skin.  

you try to squirm out of his grasp, big fat tears collecting at your lash line, but it’s hopeless. “shut u-up.” you sob, trying to hide your face in the inside of his arm.

then he does it again, and you can feel yourself gush at the contact. the teeth biting into your bottom lip not enough to stop you from whimpering. 

“you’re such a fuckin’ crybaby.” he drags his hand across your slit, fingers sliding around your swollen bud. and your legs shake again. “my whiny little crybaby.”

“am not.” 

another slap. and a wail reaps through your throat.

“then why are you fucking crying’, huh?”

“i-it hurts.” you hiccup, and he loves how incredibly pathetic you sound. 

“what hurts?” his hand rests just out of reach of your bucking hips. “tell me.”

“my pussy.”

“your pussy?” you nod. “oh but i think she likes it. look how wet she is.” his hand is covered in your slick down to his wrist, little drops racing towards his elbow as he spreads his fingers in front of your face. “i think you should clean up your mess.”

he feels a sick sense of satisfaction as he humiliates you. your tongue darting out to clean his forearm, eyebrows knotting as you taste yourself. and, fuck, how his cock twitches when you gag on his fingers. 

you hate him.

but you’ve never felt so needy before. pussy twitching, begging to be filled, to be stretched, to be ruined by his perfect hands. and he can feel it. each little spank followed by the rough touch of his fingers, rubbing the sting away. he kisses the shell of your ear as he whispers little praises to you, low and deep. you’re so good for him.

he can feel how close you are, hips bucking up, grinding your cunt into his hand. the hand that’s now hovering above you, just out of reach. “i thought you couldn’t cum anymore?” you hate him.

“erennn,” you wish you could stop yourself from whining for him, “so mean.”

“what do you want, crybaby?” he turns your face towards him.

“please,” your eyes wide and shining with tears “p-please, please, please, i want to cum.”

“hmm,” playtime’s not over yet, “maybe i’ll let you cum on my cock.”

thank you for reading! interaction is very much appreciated! ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

[fqiryspit]

𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥, 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 ; 𝐞.𝐣𝐚𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐫

Detective!Eren x Criminal!Reader

cw: Moriarty the Patriot!AU, detective!eren, irene/moriarty!reader, pussy eating, cum cleaning, fingering, performing oral on the stairs, slight degrading

you stood in your office, the bright sun slipping away in minutes while your fingers twisted to hold the burning cigarette to your lips, here you stand to watch as Eren Jaeger the best fucking detective suffer in defeat

you've won. not even the most extraordinary detective could figure you out,

a smirk strains your lips as you watch his face contort, finally understanding how you were able to pull this whole thing off

"Well, Eren, what do you have to say?" you coo, kicking the dog when it's down. but to your surprise he doesn't shout, he doesn't hit you or run off, no, this man smiles. a sadistic fucking grin with nothing but pure astonishment and adoration in his eyes, he does all this before throwing his head back to let out a deep chuckle

it looks like he's finally fucking lost it. you think to yourself, but, his head shakes as a few more laughs slip his mouth before looking back up to you, your brow twitches at him as he now wears a smirk, dark eyes looking at you as he steps closer

he puts his hands behind him as he leans to your height, before saying the words that almost had you drop your cigarette

"take that fucking skirt off"

now, you wouldn't do this so easily, you've never been one to follow orders. but...when this man is staring at you like that. when this is a man who refuses to button all of the buttons on his coat -only having one and it somehow makes it hotter, the man with shoulder-length hair he doesn't care to trim so he tosses it up into a bun and calls it a day, this nonchalant genius who can tell how many hours of sleep a person has gotten just by there face. this is the man you'll drop your fucking draws for.

right when you smash the bud of your cigar into the desk he crashes his lips into yours

Your hand snuck up his back as you bit his bottom lip, earning a groan from him while your same hand tugged on his bun, deepening the kiss

He couldn't help himself, how could he? you're only wearing that seductive black slip, with lacy stockings and black heels, and that tight dark button-up he so desperately wanted to rip off

his hands reached for your thighs as he lifted you onto the desk, your heels tipping down as his fingers hooked underneath your skirt

you worked on your buttons as he practically ripped your stockings off, soon you were left in only your panties and your cups 

he stared at you, a hunger deep in his eyes as he watched how your chest rose and fell, how your thighs clenched, and most importantly, how your face contorted into pleasure when he rubbed his thumb against your clothed clit.

"you're so beautiful" he huffed, his husky voice whined as his dick begged for attention -but that can wait...what cant wait is his need to taste your cunt

his fingers clawing at your panties as he attacked your neck with kisses, he could feel your dripping through the fabric and it drove him crazy

"eager, are we?" you ask, your voice laced with mirth

"fuck you" he growled before he picked you up, swinging the door open to make it back to his bedroom before he fucks you against the wall

your lips brushed over his neck as you laid kisses, going back up to his ear as you let out a whimper of need, grinning as you felt him shudder in trying to compose himself 

you didn't know you had this much of an effect on Eren

"shit, fuck the bedroom, m'need you now" he groaned before laying you down, you felt your back arch at the prompted edges, and you threw your head back as he removed your soaked panties, looking up you notice the spirling way up the- wait...are we on stairs? 

your eyes widened as you look back down to see a grinning Eren between your open thighs 

"Eren you bastard-" getting cut off with a whine when his tongue met your clit, biting your red lip to stop yourself

"So fucking wet for me, hm baby?" he taunted, green eyes staring back up to you with a knowing glare

"f-fuck you, Jaeger" moaning out in pure bliss as his fingers pulled your thighs in deeper, loving the way your pussy tasted against his tongue

his muscle moved with your folds, groaning in your cunt as he lapped up your pussy like it's the best thing he's ever tasted, and that, it is

your legs were tossed on his back as your back arched, this time not from the stairs but out of pleasure

you let your head go limp, falling behind you as you watch the swirl of the stairs that looked like they went on forever as you moaned

"I see why you're the best detective in the country" you grinned as you felt his confused stare burn into you, you lazily let your head fall down to look at him as you smirked

"finding all my spots this easily? you have some sort of gift, detective" you chuckle as you watched his face drop just for a mischievous glint in his eyes to flash

he stuck a finger in you, cutting your laugh off into an embarrassingly loud moan

"aw, did that feel good?" he asked innocently as he kissed your thighs, you scoff before he tries to earn your love back by laying kisses on your clit

he added another finger as he licked your clit, removing them to stick them in his mouth, tasting your pussy he let out a deep groan

you let out choked moans as he messily rubbed his tongue all over your folds, you felt -your slick? his spit? fuck, you don't even know, traveling around your thighs down to your ass as he sloppily yet so fucking addictively ate your cunt out

you gripped the cold handrail as you lost control, losing yourself completely as he sucked the life out of your poor, swollen, abused, clit

you look into his green eyes as he stuck his tongue into your drooling hole 

"Eren! fucking hell!" you screeched as you felt that knot in your stomach snap, cum shooting out of your pussy -luckily Eren got it in time before it went to waste

"you taste so fucking good, baby" he groaned, still lapping at your core to help your orgasm off

soon your breathing calmed down, he wrapped his arms around you and kissed your lipstick off, letting you taste yourself on his lips as he picked you up to finally take you back to his bedroom

an: ahhhh heyyyy shawties! this was a request from my friend @lostbbygorl (she got me into 'moriarty the patriot' -just for this fic, so I hope I did it justice!) I really enjoyed writing this...cuz...needy eren oral>>> 😩 ANYWHO, I love you guys so much! MWAUH MWAUH MWUAH 😘

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Streamer

You removed your tape from your camera and pressed the start button on the screen.

"Hey boys, I'm in a great mood today. How about you guys make it even better." You pulled out your 'Sex Machine 3000' when they saw what you brought out. The tips were rolling in.

"I know it's been a minute. But like I said, I'm in a good mood. So let me make you guys happy."

You hooked your machine up in front of the cam and in between your legs. You sat both legs up on your desk, wide open. You were giving them a perfect view of your little pretty pink hole.

MILKB0y_9: You need to lube up. Don't wantchu' hurtin that pretty pussy

You giggle at that comment. "Oh, don't worry, love." You grabbed your vibrator, pulled your panties aside, and put it directly on your clit. "This lube I use is homemade." You cut the power on and used your other hand to grab your left nipple.

Again. The tips were rolling in. You gasped a little when you gave your nipple a pinch. You rotated your toy in a circular motion, slowly thrusting your hips up. "Mm, feels so good." You looked in the camera and bit your lip. "Getting close." You did it for a few more seconds before pulling it away. You Didn't want to orgasm before the good part.

You pulled your lips apart to show them how wet you were. You put your index and middle in between and showed it to the cam. "See that milk boy? I have that grade A shit no need for lube."

You pulled your fingers in your mouth and sucked them clean. You're stroking the tip of the machine between your folds, wetting it up. "Ready, boys?" Ding after ding informing you how ready they are. You Pointed it to your hole and turned it on the lowest setting. You slowly but your bottom lip and start playing with both nipples.

You looked at your cam and grinned. You raised the remote and turned it up just a few more notches. Strokes were moving a tad bit faster. "This is more like it." You bit down on your finger, throwing your head back, while the other hand reaches for your clit rubbing in gentle circles.

You were feeling good until your phone rang. Exhaling gently , you reached for your phone and saw it was Eren who was calling. You smirked and put your finger on your lips to the cam.

"Hey, babe," you said in a sultry way. "Hey pretty, I'm around the corner. I had a bad day, and I just wanna be up under you. Is that ok?"  You did a little pout before replying, "Awe, baby, of course. You'll have to let yourself in, I'm a bit.." you look down at the machine that's fucking you slowly. "Occupied. The key is under the mat."

you hung up and placed your phone on the desk. "Sorry, boys, but my baby needs me."

A lot of sad and crying emotes flood the chat.

"So you guys wouldn't mind if I cheer him up, right?" You pulled your panties to the side further and grabbed your vibrator, placing it back on your pearly bud. " I'm going to keep this set on and let my baby rip it off." You chuckled and looked at the cam. "He loves ripping things." You let out a low groan. "Just thinking about him is getting me super wet."

You heard your door shut. "Speaking of the devil." You said lowly. You turned your vibrator up another level letting out a low moan.

Eren appears in the doorway, looking like dinner. You look up at him with a smile. "Hey baby," you said, a little breathy. You straighten out your mask and point to your bottom draw. Him getting the hint reaches in and grabs a mask placing it on his face.

Eren walks a few steps closer and looks down. He sees the machine pumping into you slowly and smirks. "I don't think this is getting the job done.." He leans down, grabbing your neck pulling your lips to his.  You gasped and dropped the vibrator to the floor. "That's ok, mamas. I'll make you feel better than these toys." He whispered in your ear. You giggled "it's supposed to be the other way around” you said while leaving sweet kisses on his neck.

He pulled away and grabbed the remote, turning it off.  He pulled it out slowly, causing you to moan. He looked at the cam and got on his knees, and looked up at you. "Your presence is already calming me down. He looked back at the cam and said, " Let me show you who's pussy this is."

You looked at the chat expecting mean comments, but they weren't at all. They were all so excited? Which confused you. But then again, not really.

You pulled his hair out of a bun and gathered it In Your hand. "That's right, baby. Eat."