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coming back from my tumblr hiatus just to say i beg people stop filling up the tags for their posts with characters who aren’t actually in it.

like i don’t wanna be searching for a certain character x reader and then see a completely diff one just because you’ve put the character i’m looking for in the tags.

i understand you want reach, but at the same time it’s deadass so annoying, the right audience are gonna find you regardless— just put the correct character in your tags PUHLEASE

thank you for listening

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check it outtttt

yes it’s smutty and it’s better than my last one i promise lmao

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ugh mitchel cave is such a fine man. (can you tell i have a type?)

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all of my aot smau twitter accounts so far…

am i cooking something fr??? 🤫

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i was in the club last night and deadass saw some guy who looked like plug!connie…

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follow my wattpad @/trulyhers404 for an eren story (yes it does contain smut, yes it does contain angst, yes the chapters are over 1,000 words)

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eren's fingers were skilled, growing up playing video games and years of practice, training his eyes to move frantically across the screen as they moved in coordination.

but that didn't stop the anger he felt whenever all of that work would end up getting him killed in the game anyways. of course he never blamed himself, it was always his teammate's fault.

however, anger was normal, and how could he stay so angry when you were perched in his lap, naked and stuffed with his cock, ready to be used as stress relief when he felt like it.

so it shouldn't have come as a surprise to you when he loses yet again, "fuck!" he scoffs loudly, tossing his controller next to the both of you on his sheets, his tense hands clapping down on your ass with a tight grip on the bare skin before he roughly plants his feet on the bed and pistons up into your leaking hole.

moans and cries rip from your throat at his immediate roughness, his lips pressed into a thin line as his brows furrow and sweat trickles down from his temple to his jaw.

he had been doing this shit for hours, gaming, going soft on your poor pussy when he wins, and rough when he loses.

maybe him being so passionate about games wasn't so bad.

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lights flashed and music thumped so loud you could feel it vibrate in your chest. the amount of people cooped up in this house party caused temperatures to be almost overwhelming.

but nothing could've been hotter than the feeling of eren's fingers pressed deeper into the confines of your sopping cunt practically out in the open.

his mouth pressed against the shell of your ear as he pants and whispers the filthiest fucking words directly into your scrambled brain. you were trying to keep a straight face, you really were. and you were actually doing a really good job, but if anyone were to even take just a little bit of time to actually inspect what was going on between you and eren while sat on the couch packed with your stupidly drunken friends, then they'd immediately be able to tell what the hell was going on.

but luckily for the both of you- or maybe more so just you because eren couldn't quite frankly give a fuck who was watching- no one seemed to notice.

he swirled his fingers, pressing up and around inside of you, using only two of his fingers and his thumb on your clit as his other hand held a death grip on your thigh, keeping your legs open just enough to fit his hand through.

"need you to cum on my fingers, pretty. in front of alllll these people. you can do that for me, yeah? mmm, i know you can." he huffs into your ear, teeth just barely grazing the skin.

he curls his fingers in a quick pace, purposefully making you squirm and your pussy ache as you writhed around in his grip, your own hand flying down to clench around his wrist as your walls clenched around his rapid fingers.

"you make one fucking noise and on god i'll stop." he damn near growls into the lobe of your ear as he leans down to pepper kisses slowly down your neck.

so you screw your mouth shut as your thighs begin to tremble. and you swear you'll kill him the moment he started bouncing his leg underneath yours, adding more friction and depth to his pace as you feel when he grins against your overly sensitive and burning hot skin.

you knew there was a reason he was so quick to drag you into his lap when you asked him to sit with you.

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eren smoked weed like nobody's business. he wouldn't say he had a problem however, because the main time he was even smoking the stuff was when he was deep inside you already, rearranging your insides with a pace that left you dizzy and incoherent.

he smoked it with the joint in one hand and your jaw clenched in the other, his forearm used to push one of your knees practically to your ear.

"look so fucking good like that, ma.. ah shit." he huffs, the smell of marijuana on his breath as he gets closer to your face.

he brings the joint to his lips and takes a long drag, eyes rolling back as you purposefully clench around him and the mere sight of his casual act during one of the most brutal fucking's of your life.

there's a glint in eren's eyes as a coy grin spreads across his pearly whites. he holds the smoke in his lungs for no more than three seconds before forcing you to slack your jaw as he gets impossibly closer and breathes that shit into your lungs for you.

oversensitivity was a given when smoking weed, and right now it seemed to be hitting you tenfold. especially when he drops the joint into the ashtray perched on his bedside table just so he could reach between your consistently and rapidly connecting bodies to rub quick little circles on your drenched clit.

"oh fuck yes.. you like that? you feeling it baby? yeaaah you are..." he grins at you, that sadistic yet stupidly hot grin of his as he pistons his hips harder against your own, touching that deep spongy spot inside of you.

you can't even form words as silent screams slip past your swollen lips, drool sliding from the corner of your mouth as your jaw remained clenched between his strong fingers and slacked.

"'r-ren... please- please i can't-" you try, you try so hard, but eren would be damned if he actually listened to your babbling. he knew you all too well. and that meant he knew when you were talking about absolutely nothing.

"i know ma, i know. just take this dick and be good for me yeah?" leaning down he plants a sloppy, wet kiss against your lips as you desperately try to keep up.

"s'fucking deep.. can't- m'sensitive!" your words slur and god he sounds so mean when he laughs at you.

"mmm, you're sensitive aren't you? can't even handle shotgunning, pretty?" he's mocking you, your mushy brain can determine that much, but he makes it sound so sweet.

he fakes a sympathetic pout down at you as his hand lets go of your jaw to grab the headboard that had previously been violently rocking against the wall behind it, just for leverage to pick up his already damning pace.

"yeah just like that.. look at me just like that. fuck! you're so pretty.." he groans, head tilting back as he fights the urge to screw his eyes shut just so he could keep watching you as your eyes lose their focus with every concentrated drag of his throbbing veins against your pulsing walls.

yeah, eren wouldn't admit to being addicted to weed, but he would proudly admit to being addicted to your pussy.

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someone pls send me eren requests/asks or drabbles the need for this man is becoming dire...

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𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏 𝒋𝒂𝒆𝒈𝒆𝒓 ¬ 𝒏𝒏𝒏 ☁︎ 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕

・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3.3𝐤

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬: 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧, 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 '𝐲/𝐧', 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬, 𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐟, 𝐧𝐨 𝐧𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫, 𝐢'𝐦 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐜𝐬 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢'𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐯𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐦??? 𝐢𝐝𝐤 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐨𝐟𝐟.

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the month of november seemed to hit after october exceptionally fast, it was like you blinked and suddenly the year was already coming to a close end.

however, with the month of november also came that stupid fucking challenge your stupid fucking boyfriend always happened to participate in, always placing some low bet against his friends in this short moment of celibacy.

and every time, you try so hard to make him fail. and every time since you'd gotten together, it never worked.

this year, you were more than prepared and determined.

it was a normal thursday evening, both you and eren were sat in his room, listening to triggered by chase atlantic. he was sat at his desk, yelling about some game he was playing with connie, jean and armin. you didn't care enough to know which one.

you were getting beyond bored as the whole reason you had come to his house was to hangout with him. but instead he chose to play some bum-ass game with his friends that he could play any other time.

your eyes were starting to hurt with how long you had been staring at your phone screen and scrolling through tiktok. you could feel your them becoming droopy and your brain starting to buzz with each passing minute in which you weren't getting attention from eren. the only reason you hadn't fallen asleep yet was because his loud ass kept yelling about dying or whatever every two minutes.

this was getting both irritating and tiresome. you were a fraction of a second away from grabbing your shit and spending your night back in your own yard, in your own bed.

that was going to be the case until you remembered his challenge. that same challenge that had been preventing you from getting exactly what you had been craving for almost a week and a half now. and you knew damn well that eren was feeling something too.

you could see it in the way he would take a little longer than usual admiring your features, in the way his hands would linger and hold for longer periods of time when he would touch you, even if only slightly.

yeah, this year was definitely different.

he seemed closer to cracking than usual. perhaps all he needed was that little push and he would break.

"eren..." you call his name ever so softly from the other side of his small room, rolling onto your other side to face him instead of the window.

you wait a few seconds for him to respond, but all that he gives you in return is the low clicking and flicks of his controller in his hands.

"yo, i'm being serious, con if you don't pattern up this round i'm dropping you." oh so he wasn't even listening to you. great.

"eren." you try again.

nothing.

"eren." one more time.

nothing.

okay this was a piss take now.

"oh for.." you mumble to yourself and quietly stand from his bed, rustling his sheets in the process. walking over to his desk chair you place your hands on his shoulders from behind, resting your chin on the headrest.

that seemed to slightly snap him out of whatever trance his screen had him in as he turns his head to the side slightly to look up at you, only briefly.

and then almost immediately afterwards, he was back to focusing. your annoyance peaked with his lack of response. that was the exact moment you decided his dumb ass wouldn't get any mercy from you.

so, your hands slide down his bare biceps, feeling along every ridge and muscle along the way. eren clearly thinks nothing of it as he barely even flinches, his tongue darting out to lick his drying lips as his eyes dart around that godforsaken screen.

kicking it up a notch you harshly drag his chair back, "woah- what the fuck are you doing?" he finally looks at you, thick brows furrowed.

"shut up and play your damn game." your words come out more of a grunt as you slide in front of his desk and between his parted legs before you drop to your knees in front of him. he continues to stare at you in confusion before deciding to ignore you antics with a quiet kiss of his teeth, eyes back on the screen and fingers back to flicking along his controller.

"eren you good? why'd you stop like that?" you can hear connie through his headset, his question brings a crack of a sly smile to your lips.

"don't worry about me, worry about your shit aim." eren scoffs into the headset's mic. you can hear as his comment earns a few laughs.

carrying on with your mission, your hands trail up his thighs and back down. you repeat the action a couple of times, up and down, up and down, studying his expression as you did so.

nothing yet.

giving a slight shrug of your shoulders, more for yourself than for him, your hands creep upwards and to the low hanging band of his grey sweats.

that definitely earns you a reaction as his hips give a gentle twitch and he immediately presses a button on his headset, muting his mic.

"fuck are you doing? back up." he drops his controller onto his desk as his large hands then immediately shoot down to grip your wrists.

"eren i swear to god, if you don't drop this fuck-ass challenge, you're not getting any the moment december first hits." you glare up at him, the hint of a warning low in your tone.

but your boyfriend was nothing if not a stubborn man. he kisses his teeth again and harshly pushes your hands back, "if i can last this month i can do another, light work." he grumbles and reaches for his controller again.

your gaze darkens at his resolve as your fingers creep back up to toy with his drawstrings. before he can reach back up and unmute his mic, you grab his wrist.

"how about this yeah, you let me suck you and if you don't cum in eight minutes i'll add my own money to that stupid bet all of you lot have going on." you suggest, looking up at him through your lashes to add some extra persuasion.

it takes him a second to respond as he mulls over your offer. but you knew your boyfriend and you knew him well. he never backed down from an extra chance to show he could do something with ease.

"aight, bet." he gives a curt nod and relaxes into his seat, slouching in his back a bit more as he parts his legs a little bit wider. grinning to yourself, you reach for the band of his sweatpants.

"never said what happens if i lose." he mumbles, bringing you out of your own focus. looking back up at him you raise an eyebrow. he glances down at your expression and the semblance of a smirk quirks the corner of his lips.

"didn't think that far ahead did you? you just want some dick." he snickers to himself lowly, pushing his hair out of his face before reaching for his hair tie on his desk and scooping his hair back into a messy sort of updo.

"not saying i'll lose init, but if i do... yeah you'll find out." he shakes his head.

"whatever you've got planned s'not gonna be a proper punishment is it?" you know him too well.

"nah." he gives something akin to a smirk.

he doesn't let you respond as he unmutes his mic and picks his controller back up. you shrug yet again and get to tugging down his sweats with his help as he raises his hips for you a little.

your next obstacle was his black boxer briefs. pulling his sweats down to his thighs you notice he was already sporting a slight bulge. your hand grazes over it tenderly and he gives no reaction.

"i said don't worry about me, bro- focus." eren's scoffs into the mic, presumably talking to connie again while you weren't paying attention.

your fingers find his tip as you rub slow and soft circles around the underneath, right against the spot that made him the most sensitive. you watch as his eyebrows quirk inwards subtly before he quickly relaxes them and clears his throat quietly.

oh so he wants to be a nonchalant mother fucker, aight.

you get up close and personal with his bulge and slip your tongue out to lick against that same spot you were previously teasing. and this time his body betrays him as his hips jolt quickly. you glance up at him with mock innocence as you continue to tongue the area.

the look he gives you is nothing short of a warning to stop teasing.

so you do exactly that and pull down the band of his briefs just enough to release his cock. by the slight sigh he gives through his nose, you could tell he had been waiting for that. you knew he was pent up since starting this challenge, probably having been thinking about how he obliterated you the night before november the first.

wrapping your hand around it, the heat radiating from his skin immediately warms your palm. twisting your wrist you feel the heavy weight of his cock, you feel the way he twitches and how his thigh tenses beneath the surface of your other hand that rested on his leg.

giving him a few firm pumps you watch him oh so closely and already your actions were taking effect on him, he must've been sensitive right now. you weren't gonna pussyfoot around this, you wanted to win. you wanted to win so he'd finally touch you again without fear of losing the month-long idiotic challenge.

his leg begins to give a slight bounce in an attempt to keep some focus, his brows perched into a full frown now.

you keep giving languid strokes, working up his precum as some form of lube to slick him up, starting slow and gradually picking up the pace as a low wet sound began to come from your ministrations underneath his desk.

"mmgh..." your eyes snap back up as eren unwillingly lets out a low muffled groan, shoving the back of his hand against his mouth as his eyes squint, staring at the screen.

"what was that?" you hear connie.

"you alright?" armin follows.

"m'aight. just get on point." eren clears his throat quickly and clenches his hands back around his controller, his grip much firmer now.

this was a major boost to your ego, from just your lightest touch he was falling apart at the seams. props to him for at least attempting to keep some kind of control, but your next step might just dissolve that confidence.

you lean forwards and part your lips, licking them quickly with a flick of your tongue which purposely accidentally catches right on the end of his tip, right up the middle of his slit. eren jolts once again, his forearm hitting his desk as he finds the strength to quickly mute his mic again.

"if you keep fucking teasing me i'll call off your end of the deal and you won't get any kind of dick any time soon. fucking cock-whore." he warns with one of his harsher glares.

you have to hold back a muffled giggle as you part your lips wider and take his tip into your mouth, sucking so gently that if he weren't so sensitive from a long period of having no stimulation, he might not have felt it at all.

"fuck...." he gives a sigh, leaning back further into his chair as one of his hands finds the back of your head, "come on, i know you can do better than that." he scoffs at you, looking down at your glazed over eyes with his own lidded ones.

taking that as a challenge you stretch your mouth wider and take his large cock farther down your throat. his own mouth drops open only a little as his head falls back against his headrest while his eyes flutter closed, long eyelashes dusting his cheeks as he simultaneously fights the urge to bite his bottom lip.

this was a lot harder than he had anticipated, he seemed to have forgotten just how warm and wet your mouth felt. and this was a very good reminder. this was part of the reason he even went along with the 'no nut november' bet, he honestly couldn't give less of a fuck about it were it not for the feeling of you after so long without stuffing at least one of your holes.

"fucking- christ, there you go... good girl, good fucking girl.." he groans as you take him deeper and deeper, straining your jaw as you try your hardest to get all the way down to the base.

your tongue swirls around his tip as you alternate between sucking and licking, flicking your tongue and hallowing your cheeks.

"mmm mhm, mhm that's it. c'mon pretty..." he sighs, his hand sliding down from the back of your head to cup the side of your neck.

it was the call of the others through his headset that reminded the both of you not to arise suspicion, not that you really cared. it wasn't your game and it wasn't your problem if he failed.

"eren. yo eren! fuck are you doing? why're you just standing around man- get on point! fuck sake... talking about me and my aim when you're not even playing the fucking game man." you hear connie grumble and spew from the loud speakers of his headphones that eren always seemed to have turned up too loud.

he quickly unmutes and takes his warm hand away from your neck which had been dangerously close to cupping and squeezing your throat.

"fuck off, i was doing something." he hisses, locking his hands back around his controller.

carrying on with your mouth around him, you bring your hand up to wrap tightly around the inches you couldn't quite squeeze in, enveloping him entirely. eren tries so hard to act nonchalant as if he wasn't just moaning for you two seconds ago. you could tell you had him wrapped around your finger already however as you couldn't hear that quick and calculated flicking of his fingers against his controller anymore. not as fast as they were originally going at least.

things were moving a bit slower now as you took your time just enjoying him. it wasn't too deep into the month yet, but with a man like eren the sting of no sexual gratification was prominent, so this chance he had given you was for mainly yourself, and you'd be damned if you didn't savour the opportunity.

"fuck!" you almost flinch as he yells above you, and neither of you are too sure whether it's because he died in the game or because you released your mouth from him only to suck on the sensitive underside of his head.

he's flushed now, cheeks a little redder and eyes so close to closing. every so often his hips would give a twitch, like he was silently demanding you take him back down your throat. it was getting boring with only a few minor reactions here and there that could easily be played off at this point, so you internally said 'fuck it' and took him back in, all the way down, bobbing your head up and down at a much quicker pace.

your hands began to trail, from his thighs up to his abdomen and back down again. eren was losing it and rapidly. there's a clatter above you as he rips off his headset and drops his controller down onto his desk.

surprise almost grasps you as both of his hands find purchase on your head again, keeping you still as he bucks his hips up, touching the back of your throat as he fucks your mouth.

you have to remember in that split second to breathe through your nose and relax your throat as you grip his thighs, hands balling up the scrunched up material of his sweats. you don't even get a chance to look up at his expression as fat tears well in your eyes before they roll back and close, focusing solely on pleasing him.

"fuck fuck fuck...!" he hisses through clenched teeth as he shuts his own eyes, leaning his head back as sweat begins to prick at the skin of his forehead, making the few stray hairs that had fallen from his tie stick to his face.

"fuck this stupid challenge, fuck the stupid bet- shit.. c'mon, be a good girl for me, yeah?" he pants through his parted lips, cracking his eyes back open to look down at you. the light from his screen bathes him in a pale glow, hitting his green dilated eyes just right and making them seem brighter.

"oh fuck- oh fuck y/n don't stop. just like that, sweetheart." his hands drop down to cup either side of your neck, his thumbs pressing on your throat with just the slightest hint of pressure. his tongue slides out to wet his drying lips as his teeth overlap his bottom one, taking it in between.

"how the fuck- how the fuck am i this close already..? shit. m'nna fucking cum." he hisses. his chest heaving up and down as he uses your throat like some kind of toy as he fucks it with abandon. his chair creaks with his harshening movements. soon enough his hair tie falls from his hair, how he had tied it had been loose and halfhearted anyways. his hair drops down and skims his shoulders, a couple of strands falling in front of his face before he uses one hand to knock them back.

that same hand slams down on the desk with a tight grip as he stands up, forcing you to sit up more on your knees. your own hands fly out to grip his hips as you try to move your head against his grip and in rhythm to his thrusts.

eren hunches over the desk and groans though the thin line he had pressed his lips into as he screws his eyes tight and drops down to slam his forearm down on the surface, resting his forehead on his arm as his hair sprawls against it and his sturdy desk which shook with his hard thrusts.

"fuck.. ah shit.." he pants as he releases deep down your throat and you gag and choke as he leaves you with no choice but to swallow it all down.

his body twitches and jolts with every slight touch you give him after his orgasm, and he hisses as he slowly pulls his cock from your mouth. the change in temperature from your warm mouth to his arguably not as warm room only adds to his sensitivity.

he stands there for a second, gathering himself as he breathes heavy, slowly calming down. he would be annoyed at the shit eating grin on your face if you hadn't just sucked the soul from his body.

"you lose. you're a weak man, baby. this is all it took, really?" is all you say, voice hoarse from having him stuffed so far down and repeatedly jackhammering against what felt like your vocal chords at some point.

"yeah shut the fuck up and get on the bed." he clicks his tongue and drags you up with a mean grip on your forearm.

you got exactly what you wanted. smiling to yourself you make your way over to his bed, eren trailing close behind you and not paying any mind to the fact he had just completely abandoned his friends mid-game, leaving them confused and annoyed. he had more important business to take care of right now.

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it's been so long since i've written idk what the fuck that was icl gang </3

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eren yeagar // fic recommendations

note: remember to read the tags! + i do not own any of these works

stars above the city lights

skin

let's not think too much (there ain't no problems)

snack time

scary dog privileges

what lies underneath

a life we can never reclaim

queen of the night

campanulla garganica

journey to freedom

lucky strike

say a little prayer

ocean's breath

midnight snacks

sweet dreams

limited spaces for desolate people

bite me

the wedding crashers

the warmest stranger

do you trust me?

visions

how cliche can it get?

butter yellow and blush pink

a quick game of catch up

monochromatic fears

eight

twenty-four hours

keeping score

the neighbour

on repeat

of oral fixations and pretty boys

the home we built

dreams

velvet

wildflowers and honey

you can take it

something to savour

relax

curly fries

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changing up my theme for my posts !

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no no you don’t understand, i need this man in every physical way possible.

I SAID OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO BABYYYYYYYYYY

BAE I LUH YOUUUU

YOU MY EVERYTHINGGG.

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hood eren. (+ points if they make him roadman-esc mmmmffnnngghh)

warms my little british bones.

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Seen about three guys who look like Eren Jaeger irl while out, and almost folded to my knees each and every time.

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Plug!Eren Jaeger: Just Friends.[Smut]

Purple LED lights circled the entire room, casting a strong lighting against the walls and you. Les, Childish Gambino played lowly from the TV in the corner of Eren’s room, the open window next to the bed blew in a nighttime breeze, making the blinds hit against the windowsill.

“You still fucking around with Jean?” His voice cuts through the otherwise comfortable silence between the two of you.

Looking up at him from scrolling through your socials, eyes lidded and red from the joint rolled neatly between Eren’s fingers.

“Oh nah, broke that shit off ages ago.” You shrug, leaning back against the headboard, tired eyes back on your phone. Eren raises an eyebrow, “What for?”

Snorting, you look at him from the corner of your eye, “Dick wasn’t good enough.” It was only a half joke, you had really parted ways because it just wasn’t hitting the same anymore, for either of you.

But still, Eren scoffs at that, “Figures.” And to that you frown, “What, think you can do better?” You were just teasing, as usual, but there was possibly a part of you that actually wanted to know.

“Don’t play with me.” He scoffs again, shaking his head, at that you sit up a little more, “Nah you’ve gassed yourself up now, gonna need some evidence.”

And that’s how you ended up folded up, knees to your chest as he holds them up there with one arm, his bicep flexing each time his hips slammed against your ass, his other hand knocking away the stray hairs that fell in front of his face as his bun came loose.

“Fuck! ‘Ren..!” You whine, head back and eyes lidded with your brows furrowed up, plump lips parted and wet from lipgloss and his salvia.

“Wanted to know- don’t be pussy now.” He grunted, smacking away your hands that tried to remove his hold from you.

“Don’t fucking run, take it.” His voice was low, words drawn out as he tipped his own head back, turquoise eyes hitting the purple light of his LEDs just right, his expression dark. You could feel each drag of his long dick against your walls, felt each vein, his mushroom head stroking your cervix with each harsh thrust.

The bed squeaked and the headboard tapped against the wall behind it. Sitting up a little more, he used both strong hands to pry your legs further apart and closer to your ears. To him, you looked so pretty like this. His pretty best friend.

“Take it so good, so good for me. How the fuck did Jean let this go?” He groans, not expecting you to answer his question which was good because you wouldn’t have been able to anyways, “Sucking me in so nice, gonna stay being nice to me, mama?” He asks through quick breaths.

When you don’t respond, he brings a hand down to slap the flesh of your ass, you jolt, letting out a high whine before your hazy eyes find his, “Yes! Holy fuck.. right there please-!” Your back arches from the sheets and he grins, stopping for a second to angle his hips properly before his brutal pace started up again.

Thick tears gathered in your eyes, drool threatening to spill from the corners of your parted mouth as your mind went blank.

Yeah, like fuck was Eren ever going to give this up. He was sure he could convince you to make this a regular thing. As friends of course.