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KJW Fic Recs

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Masterlist for fic recs: here

- Enchanted @choerrypuffs

| genre: fluff, angst |

The prince has always been a little unconventional, but no one expected him to fall in love with a witch nevertheless the heart wants what it wants.

- Touchdown @jaevelina

| genre: smut (M), college au, football player Jungwoo x Cheerleader reader, fwb, humour |

Hooking up with the star quarterback of the football team is nothing new to you, but there's only so much that his roommate seems to be able to handle when he hears the two of you romping in the sheets...again.

- Pincushion @jungwooisms

| genre: fluff, angst, smut, period piece |

A quiet life shaken up by a new face that appears in the tailor shop down the street. little did you know on your first meeting how lovely and bittersweet your love for him would become.

- Forbidden @randomk-imagines

| genre: fluff, angst at the very end, period piece |

You’re the only princess of Silla and are to be married off to the Prince of Baekje. The only problem is you’re in love with someone else. Someone who’s not royalty.

- Paris & Oenone @moonttaeil

| genre: Slow burn, angst, sad-ending |

“Do you know any myth related to trees?”

- Hard To Say Goodbye @by-soleil

| genre: fluff, short fic |

- Ginger & Spice @neonun-au

| genre: fluff, co-workers to lovers |

- Evanescence (M) @moonlit-jeno

| genre: ghost au, explicit sexual content, angst, fluff, mentions of death, some graphic violence/ gore, character death, brief mention of heights |

Evanescence (n.): the quality of being fleeting or vanishing quickly; impermanence; i.e the evanescence of dreams.

- The Flower And The Hummingbird @jungcherie

| genre: ballet!au, enemies to lovers, angst |

One night you meet one of the best dancers you've ever seen, but you didn't expect him to be an idiot. You were hoping you would never see him again, when suddenly you are offered a unique opportunity that will put you on his way again.

- Crescendo @stayarmytinyzenmoa-l

| genre: rock band au |

It was a cold autumn night, and midnight was two hours away. With constellations and their accompanying stars, not much light was very necessary for the open plain that the warehouse a good walking distance away was situated in. In the distance, you can hear the heavy drum beats of whatever the DJ had chosen to play. But, other than that, the night was only disturbed more by the three friends who had a devious plot in mind.

my boyfriend 🥰

ok so i did another color spread for Rihan. I wish he got more screen time…

Mister. Would you like to play a game with me?

Gong Yoo in SQUID GAME | 오징어 게임 (2021)

I want everything, fucking everything

Purple Lingerie

Star Garter Set  |  Satin Fluffy Set

Lace Underwire Set  | Star Bodysuit

Lace Trim Babydoll  |  Lace Set

Lace Bodysuit  |  Ruffle Shorts Set

Satin Babydoll  | Embroidered Set

It's so early in the morning here, I'm loosing it

my mental health is going downhill but im horny n in the mood of giving eren a ruined orgasm and bullying him in bed <3 wanna tie him up to the headboard and pull out immediately once he starts to cum :) wanna make eren cry out of frustration from his ruined orgasm and make him beg so he can cum inside

but then i also want him to fuck my brain out after i untie him

senju? senju.

for the better: weird flex but okay

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- mikasa + y/n's friendship is built off of y/n being a menace to miki in the best way she knows how. [miki loves her all the same] - marco’s birthday party is being held at Jean’s family vacation house bc his family’s well off + he loves his bestie. - y/n + eren mutually dislike each other. neither of them remember when it started why. - the party is walking distance from her house + is a major reason why y/n even elects to show up

pairing: eren jaeger x fem!reader word count: 1,2k words

Maybe tonight won’t be so bad. Last time you were at a frat party, it was the middle of freshman year and you puked on Marco as he and Sasha were helping get you home in your inebriated state. A mix of 3 different strong alcohols with nothing on your stomach is the worst possible thing to do when drinking.

You’ve made a lot of questionable decisions in your life, that was most definitely in the top 5. Not a proudest moment truthfully. But, you can't find a way to regret it because it’s how you and Marco became friends.

You do your genuine best not to live with regrets, but there's something that courses through you that screams 'You're wrong, bitch. You're so wrong.' You actively continue your art of tuning her out though, because she's dumb. And doesn't know anything. Maybe.

First impressions can be wrong. Previous decisions can also be wrong. Intuition can sometimes, be wrong. You told yourself didn’t want to come, but you feel like retracting that statement now. You're more than glad you showed up. It’s been fun watching Bertholdt become a damn near keg master and Jean and Connie going apeshit over him.

“I don’t know why they won’t just get together already.” Marco chirps from beside you, solo cup nestled between his fingers.

“You and me both, I’ll never understand! It’s like,” You take a brief pause as the both of you fall back into the corner to lean against a nearby wall. “She’s aware that they feel the same, but won’t take the leap of faith and just fucking go for it already.”

“I don’t know, love makes you do crazy things.”

“Hesitation isn’t crazy, Marco,” There's another take a sip of your drink, an attempt to hydrate before you continued. “It’s dumb is what it is. I just...don’t wanna see her hurt, y’know?” He nods in agreement, staring out into the crowded living room full of rowdy college goers.

Something’s off. There’s nothing else to call it but off. The air feels the slightest bit stuffier, the living room far more suffocating than it was mere moments ago. Yet, somehow, the heat that consumes this room doesn’t stop the chill that runs up your spine. It’s uncomfortable, aggravating almost. “Hey, uh, Marco, I’ll be right back.”

It’s an aimless mutter, really. You'd feel shitty just walking away from the birthday boy mid conversation, but something in your spirit is telling you to get the fuck on. The last thing you feel like doing is waiting around to see what happens next. You wander through the gyrating bodies that consume almost every corner of this house with vigor, searching for the women man you walked in with.

One by one, they all begin to resurface among everyone else, beckoning them to the door, with much reluctance on their end. As you all begin to step through the doorway, there’s a shout of “Beat his ass, Jaeger!” and suddenly, your rage is immeasurable. Jaeger? Eren Jaeger. Of course. You wanna say you're fucking surprised, but you really can’t be.

Eren’s entire kink was causing trouble everywhere he made an appearance---Intended or not. It’s no surprise that he sends your flight or fight running sky high. “Fucking idiot.” You mumble to yourself as you make your way into the night. The slight summertime breeze of June is something you welcome with open arms as you pick up pace to meet with the group of tipsy party girls before you.

“Breakfast! Let’s do breakfast—brinner? Yeah, brinner.” Sasha ponders as you start off in the direction of the diner on the corner.

“Sasha, stop thinking so hard, brinner isn’t even a real thing” “Fuck you! You’re not a real thing.”

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There’s something about mom & pop diners that make your heart do somersaults. It could be the aura of warmth and acceptance you get when you come sauntering through the door or that everything is well-seasoned. Maybe it’s the friendly patronage that you receive every time any of you show up there. Whatever it is, it brings you back through the doors of Huddle’s every time.

Drunk nights out, break ups, make ups, after dick appointments, lazy ‘I’m not cooking for you whores’ nights; Whatever the occasion, you sat in the same booth in the corner of the restaurant by the biggest wall of windows there. It was coined our corner by the night shift waitress, Lottie.

"I see you guys have come home to me!" Lottie cheers when the bell chimes over the door as we all scuffle in and towards the corner. The table's already set, as if she knew we were coming.

"Always. How are your dogs?" You query, nudging a drunk Sasha onto the other side of the table. "Fine, finally got him to eat the new food."

You nod in acknowledgment, in and out of attention to Lottie's updates. You're present enough to hear them and store the knowledge for later. "So," She chirps, notepad in hand. "What are we trying tonight?"

"Pancakes--PLEASE." Sasha begs, slapping the menu closed in front of her. I whisper to Lottie to bring a glass of water for everyone at table when she returns. "I'm thinki--"

There's a lot of things that run through a person's mind when put in a position they've been trying to avoid. Like trying to avoid hurting someone so you go somewhere to cool off. But, that doesn't work, at least not now. Connie, Eren, Jean, and Marco come clamoring through the front door. "y/n? Are you finished hon--"

"Hey! Can we get some napkins here, miss?" Jean requested, sitting an enraged Eren in a booth before seating himself.

"M'fine." Eren grunts, clenching and unclenching his fist. "Just a couple of scratches."

"Doesn't matter, leaking blood all over the table's just fucking nasty." Connie doesn't give Eren a chance to combat him again as he pulls a disposable wipe packet from his pocket wipes at Eren's hand.

"You're a dumbass." It slips from your lips before you can stop yourself. Mikasa's already placing a hand on your shoulder, muttering a 'Take a breath, y/n.'

"What?" Eren huffs, furrowed brows staring daggers at the side of your head. "You're a fucking dumbass! You fought that man for what?"

"He bumped into me." "On purpose?" The silence that lingers in the air gets thicker with every second that Eren doesn't answer. "No."

His 'No' makes you impossibly angrier as you swiftly turn your body out of the booth. "So let me make sure I got this right," You pause, mulling over your words before you start another fight here. "You threw a fit over someone accidentally bumping into you, and beat their face in?"

"Not a fit," He hums, nonchalance heavy in the way he replies. "But, yeah. What's not making sense, y/n?"

"How fucking stupid you are is what's not making sense." Your eyes flutter to a close, calming your emotions. "You hurting people because you wanna get angry, is fucking unnecessary."

"Being on my ass is also unnecessary in case you haven't noticed." "I wouldn't have to be if you'd just...be less of an ass." You end the conversation there, turning back into your booth to the bulging eyes and semi-sobered mumbles of your friends. "Choke." He almost growls at you. "You first."

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Sooooo I started haikyuu and bruh, imma start watching boys volleyball.

Basketball Eren is so pussy throbbing, like damn.

basketball player eren?🤲

Warnings: smut. exhibitionism, size kink, tummy bulge, implied dumbification.

Basketball player!Eren is 1.90 and people always comment on the difference in height between you two but that has never been a problem in your relationship, there is something about holding his hand while you are walking in the street and everyone looks at you that makes you feel safe and secure.

When you stand on your toes or he leans in to kiss you it awakens a warm current that spreads from your chest to your stomach.

You like to wear his clothes when he is out of town and they still smell like him, the garment usually reaches your thighs and you sleep hugging your pillows imagining that those are your boyfriend's arms that always keep you locked against his chest.

In winter, you like to sneak into his hoodie with him —because it's always warm— and leave short peaks on his collarbone or neck while he plays video games with the boys.

One of the things Eren enjoys the most is joining his hand with yours and seeing how big he is compared to you, you're just so cute, so tiny, he could even break you.

That is why it makes him so hard when your little hands are enclosed around his cock, the angry head glows red and you struggle to take it all in your mouth, the veins that stand out massage your tongue making you salivate too much. And the bulge that forms on your belly when he's stretching nice and deep your walls makes his shaft throb inside you, he needs to cum, needs to fill you up.

Basketball player!Eren loves to fuck you after every game, no matter if he wins or loses; the man is going to abuse your poor cunt with the same intensity because he's full of adrenaline that he needs to let it out somehow. Only that when he loses... he tends to be more aggressive leaving more marks or bites on your skin.

He likes to take you to the dressing rooms and slam you against the lockers and use you as his favorite fucktoy, your hands trying to hold onto his neck while Yeager moves your hips at will, intoxicated by the short gasps you let out every time he comes in and out of you, every thrust filled with the carnal sounds of your skins colliding and his low growls.

When his teammates take too long in the showers, he takes you behind the parking lot and asks you to kneel in front of him because he wants to cum in your mouth before you get home. Five fingers in your hairline force you to take it deeper, the tip abusing your throat as your nose meets the short curly hairs. The closed space is filled in seconds with your gagging sounds.

Basketball player!Eren who sits with you in the last row of the stands while the coach finishes giving the last instructions just to tug your panties to the side and slip one of his digits between your wet slit. "Eren-" your hand encloses his and he only tells you to be good and open more for him, he says it's for good luck to finger you before starting a match.

When finish training and goes straight to your apartment he asks you to sit on his lap and tense his thighs or bounce his legs from one side to the other just rubbing your core until he feels that you are wet, his fingers enclose your hips and he begins to move you forward and backward on his worked thighs, your clit rubs against the fabric of your undies and his bare skin and it's too much, soon you're whimpering against his neck line. "That's it, pretty girl. Let it go; cum for me."

Being the girlfriend of Basketball player!Eren involves being his cheerleader in every game and cheering him on until you lose your voice, but it's all worth it because at the end of the day you are his little princess who he is going to fuck until you are brainless around his dick for later cuddle you as he fills your temples with kisses.

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mean dom!eren is on my mind right now.

nsfw under the cut. f!reader.

mean dom!eren who’s so proud of being able to make you tremble by only looking at your eyes when you’re being a brat. his green eyes gazing at your pretty face, jaw clenching when you give him that innocent look—he can’t help but imagine how he’s going to ruin you in so many ways.

mean dom!eren’s fingertips ghosting over your jaw and bringing your face up, unable to avoid his hungry gaze as his other hand caresses your back, pressing your body against him. he loves how defenseless you are right now and he can’t help but being a cocky bastard,

“what’s the matter, baby? can’t wait to have my dick inside your pretty pussy, hm?”

mean dom!eren who slaps your ass to hear you whine his name out loud. the way your body collides with his each time he slaps you makes him smirk. his big, warm hands slowly making his way to your inner thighs. he’s getting close to get what he wants from you.

mean dom!eren’s hand removing your panties and throwing them away on the floor while his other hand has your body pressed against his. now you can notice how hard he is, and that only leaves you soaked in a matter of seconds, just before his fingers are circling around your sensitive clit.

mean dom!eren knows your body like the back of his hand, like you were his favorite toy—and you were.

mean dom!eren who loves to see you begging for him to put his finger inside your tight pussy. even if he’s not going to do it, he loves to tease you by sliding his finger between your folds, ignoring your little hole calling him. he can bring you to the edge and make you so frustrated at the same time and you’ll never get tired of it.

“look at how fucking eager you are”

mean dom!eren who won’t allow you to take your time taking him after he thrust into you. he doesn’t care if your tears cover your cheeks, he doesn’t mind them touching his skin while kisses your lips. he loves the salty taste on his tongue, he loves how tight you are after so many nights of taking his dick like it was made for you.

“you were begging for it, now take it like the little cockslut you are”

mean dom!eren who gets to show more of his possessive behavior when you two are having sex—his big hand is always wrapped around your throat, gripping it whenever his thrusts are getting harder, leaving you dizzy after each thrust. you can’t even form a sentence as you can only focus on how his cock rams inside you at an animalistic pace.

mean dom!eren who’s favorite position is having you on all fours, your head buried in the pillow while he pounds you into the bed mercilessly as you try to muffle your moans.

“you’re so fucking loud, you want everyone to know you’re being fucked by me, huh?”

mean dom!eren who won’t hesitate to grab you again by your neck and bring your head back while his thrusts hit your spot relentlessly. that’s his favorite angle. he can let you scream his name and whenever he gets tired of your whimpers, he shoves his thumb on your mouth, taking this as an opportunity to whisper in your ear the worst things about you and to groan whenever your walls clench around him.

mean dom!eren who won’t let you cum unless you beg for him to let you. your legs are now wrapped around his back, his strong arms grabbing the headboard of his bed, gripping it whenever he goes deeper than usual. he knows you’re about to cum, and he loves to have the power of taking that chance of freeing yourself away from you.

“‘ren, please—lemme cum!”

he smiles. he’s such a fucking bastard.

“who do you belong to, (y/n)?” “wanna hear my name with your pretty voice once again”

you quickly answer, desperate from reaching your climax, “yours, ‘m all yours, eren”

he smiles again. maybe he’ll let you cum if you continue being so good for him. but mean dom!eren always thinks that a good orgasm comes after overstimulating you until you can’t remember anything.

“that’s right, baby—but you won’t cum until i say so. we have a long night ahead”

taglist: @jeageristbaby , @fiaficsxo , @miyanom , @oblxvion , @kirsteiiins , @sukunas-lady

chlorine

pairing: eren jaeger x reader

content: established relationship, jearmin if you squint, hot tub sex

content warnings: smut/ nsfw 18+ (dry humping, unprotected sex, creampie, voyeurism, exhibitionism, public-ish sex)

summary: while their friends are cooling off in jeans pool, eren and reader decide to warm themselves up in his hot tub

notes: i found this almost complete in my drafts and decided to quickly finish and post it while i'm gone for a little

hanging out with the main six at jeans house cuz he has both a pool and a hot tub. the summer days are far too hot and the pool helps cool them all off, but sometimes the nights are a tad chilly, especially after coming out of the cold pool, and the hot tub helps warm them up.

but you and eren love sitting in the hot tub no matter what, no matter the temperature. it was just so warm, so relaxing, especially when you could just cuddle up next to each other. tonight was a little on the chillier side anyway, so there was no point changing up your ways now.

you sit in his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck and nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck. he smells like chlorine and the lavender-scented shampoo he steals from you now that his hair is getting longer. his arms are snaked around your waist, pulling you as close to him as he possibly can without it being uncomfortable.

the others were in the pool; splashing water, dunking heads, climbing onto each other until only one of them remained with their feet on the pool floor to referee their starting game of chicken.

armin and sasha — the two that were being held up out of water — had goosebumps splattered across their skin and water running down their bodies as jean and connie held them up respectively. mikasa remained warmed as she held her body up to her shoulders underneath the water.

the goosebumps were understandable. it was getting late, the sun setting only minutes earlier, and it was just past summer solstice — the days were getting shorter and it would begin to grow cold again.

just after this game. jean had said to armin after the blonde boy had complained about the probability of catching a cold; promising the nice and warm hot tub to comfort him if he promised them a win.

but to jeans ignorance, and armin's future disappointment, the hot tub was unavailable. not because you and eren were in it — you all have managed to fit in it on a multitude of times — but rather what you were doing.

it wasn't your fault that eren was so persistent with pulling you against him, it wasn't your fault that he had been so comfortable to lay against, it wasn't your fault that he had begun to squeeze the flesh of your backside as you sat in his lap...

but it might've been your fault that you began to pant against his neck and rut your hips up against the growing hard-on beneath his swim shorts. and it might have been your fault that you got him much harder than he was before. and it was definitely your fault that he had pulled aside your bikini and shoved down his shorts to fill you up because you had whined, "want you inside me"

it started slow, unnoticeable, undetectable; lazy and subtle circling of your hips against his to feel him shift around inside you. but slowly that grinding began to turn into you rising up off him and pushing yourself back down as you buried your face into his neck to muffle your whimpers.

you were both too gone to be realistic. you thought you were quiet, subtle, smart enough to evade the attention of the others. but you should have been smarter than thinking you could avoid the attention of armin — master of reading body language and detecting lies.

from his high ground atop jeans shoulders, he had a perfect shot of the entire hot tub. at first, he wasn't suspicious of seeing you in eren's lap, it was a common occurrence between the two of you; you've never shied away from pda. but after staring for a few moments to long, his eyes caught onto the gentle rippling of the water and the gentle pumping of your body up... and down... and up... and down.

his distraction has caused him to be shoved off of jean, his back hitting the water with a splash! but he didn't seem to learn his lesson because once he was back to the surface and had pushed his hair out of his face... his eyes were just back on the hot tub.

jean caught on quick — not the situation armin had been staring at, but rather armin who's eyes were blank, and cheeks were flushed a dark pink.

he had been checking to see if the boy was okay after receiving a rather brutal shove to the chest and then slapping back against the water; and thankfully he did because armin wasn't okay, but for a different reason.

"hey what's wrong?" jean came up to him, arms reaching out to the smaller boy beneath the water in case for some odd reason he went back under.

armin swallowed hard, blinking a few times but keeping his eyes locked onto the now less than subtle splashing of water around the rim of the hot tub.

jeans eyes follow armin's eyeline, and he turns around quickly, but a little too quickly; he should have prepared himself. he's taken aback, taking a step backward and bumping into armin, whose hands come up out of the water to push on his shoulders to get him out of the way.

they weren't laughing, neither of them. they were frozen, blushing red from embarrassment for a reason they couldn't explain.

and then the other three had noticed as well and began to do the same.

it wasn't funny. it was awkward, unsettling; eerily quiet as they mumble amongst themselves and turn their heads. but they can't help but keep stealing glances like it was a train wreck and they couldn't look away.

your hands had taken ahold of eren's jaw, holding onto it to bring his lips to yours as you kept rising up off his hips and sitting back down onto his cock. he was drinking down your desperate moans as your body cried for more. you wanted him harder, deeper, but he couldn't give that to you... not now.

not while he knew the others were watching you; their bottoms growing tight and slick with arousal despite the water.

your ignorance was a beautiful bliss as you ride yourself to a pathetic little orgasm with the aid of the fear of getting caught. but eren's knowledge was power as he came inside you hard with the aid and satisfaction of being watched.

Just look at him, God i fucking love him

suju’s new sub unit? i don’t know them 💀  ↳ (tr. BitterGamerSubs)

Turning the Tables

Pairing: Kyuhyun x Reader

Rating: PG

Type: Humor + Fluff

Summary: Kyuhyun isn’t called the “evil maknae” for nothing… but maybe it’s time he have a taste of his own medicine.

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Not me saving these on the down low. I truly do love this man.

Hi can you do a kyuhyun from super junior prompt with “I can’t decide if I want to kiss you or kill you right now.” please. Thank you 🙏

There you go, love! We hope you like it!

Sorry, I won’t make it, we’re still working on one of the new songs.

You read your boyfriend’s text message a few times, slowly processing its content before angrily shoving your phone back into the pocket of your jeans. Kyuhyun had promised over and over to meet you at your favorite restaurant at 7pm. He checked his schedule multiple times to make sure nothing stood in the way of your date and asked his fellow members for some help on his current project so that he’d get it done on time.It was now 6:55pm and you had officially been stood-up. You were usually a very understanding person, especially regarding his job, his duties as an idol. He often had to cancel your meetings last minute or you had to part ways in the middle of your date due to fans spotting you outside and surrounding the two of you. It wouldn’t have been a big deal if it wasn’t for the special occasion. You didn’t want to blame him for it, sometimes things didn’t go the way you want, nothing to get mad about.

But this time, it hurt. After all, you were supposed to be celebrating your 500th day together right now. You’d bought couple bracelets for the two of you, they were simple but pretty, didn’t attract too much attention so hopefully, his fans wouldn’t bother even if he wore it on stage. You also got him his favorite cake from his favorite bakery in the whole of Seoul, you spent half of the day traveling there since it was located at the other end of the city. Everything was wrapped neatly and stored in a small bag, together with a handwritten letter to Kyuhyun. You put a lot of thought into your text, expressing your feelings and gratitude, thanking him for spending over a year and a half with you. You felt terrible, you’d spent the whole day preparing your gifts and now he wouldn’t even receive them. Sure, you could still celebrate tomorrow but it didn’t have the same significance.

With a sigh, you started making your way back home. Thankfully, your apartment was within walking distance from the restaurant so you soon found yourself standing in your corridor, taking off your coat and boots. As you entered the living room, a strange sight greeted you. You found a giant plushie, baby pink, in the shape of a bear staring at you. Blinking in confusion, you stared back at it, not breaking eye contact with the huge animal. You continued the staring contest until a soft cough from behind you startled you. You turned around to find Kyuhyun in the doorway, holding a bouquet of roses, grinning sheepishly. Your jaw dropped slightly at the realization that he must have had this planned.

“I can’t decide if I want to kiss you or kill you right now,” you mumbled. Getting stood-up on your 500-day anniversary felt so terrible. You were angry at him for lying to you but his smile and the fact that he just wanted to surprise you made all the negative feelings melt away slowly.

“Let’s start with the kiss and we’ll see if you still want to kill me after that.” You rolled your eyes. “You’re a huge jerk, you know that?” you muttered before placing your lips on his. You really wanted to wipe that smirk off his face but this would have to do for now.

xbox or playstation? 🎮

SYNOPSIS ✰ eren finds more interest in gaming than you, his horny girlfriend.

WARNINGS ✰ nsfw/18+, gamer au, streamer/gamer eren, very needy and horny reader, humping, sex in a gaming chair, blowjob, dirty talk, eren is kinda mean but he lets you use him to get off.

PAIRING ✰ eren yeager x female reader.

The uncomfortable throbbing and heat coming from between your legs were enough to pull you from your sleep. The dream you experienced before waking up was the cause— your boyfriend fucking you into the mattress while his large hand your face hard-pressed into the sheets as he pounded into you from behind. It was expected, Eren’s been streaming and gaming for most of the day, leaving you to fend for yourself to find your own entertainment. Usually, you didn’t mind. It was his job and how he paid rent but on this particular day you were feeling very needy and your advances were met with a dismissive ‘I’m working.’ or ‘I’m busy right now. Can’t you wait later?’

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Every Palestinian I know is exhausted, we are all exhausted. Everyday I’ve had to wake up sick and traumatized and hopeless at the sight my people being beaten and brutalized and killed. 

We are up against a US backed nuclear-armed state that has been killing and oppressing us for decades with billions of dollars in support. White Americans and white brits? It is your job to advocate against this seeing how your governments are both what created and funds our ethnic cleansing.  You cannot be neutral on Palestine, you cannot be silent with Palestine while your elected government officials support our murder, you cannot refuse to acknowledge us while we are shot at and ethnically cleansed from our homes. 

Stop electing politicians who support Israel, stop letting Palestine slip from your mind. This is NOT a conflict, it is a genocide. 

to everyone who's lost a mom, has suffered abuse from their mom, has no or a strained relationship to their mom, is struggling to concieve, or anything else that makes today hard, i see you. you have every right to take today for yourself. you have no obligation to call your mom or do anything for her, if she hasn't earned it. sending everyone struggling today so much love.

Oh goodness, finish it

give us eren with bimbo reader pls🥺

"what kind of girls are your type?"

you ears perk up at the question, directed at eren by sasha. you're all gathered in erens basement, hanging out. your head is pillowed on mikasas thigh, but you life your head a little to look at eren.

he's leaning against the couch, casual and appearing bored. he smirks "why d'you wanna know? you wanna piece?"

i want a piece, you think. you're not good at being inconspicuous, so when you sit up fully, eren flicks a glance towards you. you meet his eyes, and then look away, flustered. eren had a habit of keeping eye contact with you until you cracked.

"ew no" sasha sounds genuinely grossed out. "as if. you just look like the type to go after cheerleaders and shit, but jean saw you hooking up with that goth girl from your lit class"

erens grins is gross "ah, you mean pieck? yeah, her pussy was hot" he makes a lewd gesture, mimicking licking a pussy.

you look down, twiddling your thumbs. you hadn't heard about that and you pout. sasha makes a gagging sound and when you look up again, erens eyes are on yours. his green eyes look more jade today, not seafoam.

"my type," he continues delicately, keeping eye contact with you while he does. "is bimbo bitches with big lips and doe eyes. like em' a little dumb so i can hear their empty little heads rattle when they bounce on my dick"

your whole body heats up. everyone's groans are drowned out in white noise as you and eren stare at eachother. your little mind is whirring, remembering all the times eren had affectionately called you a dumbass, that one time a few weeks ago when you'd asked for help on a math question, tugging on his sleeve and he'd looked down at you with a small kinda smile. "you're kinda a bimbo, aren't you?"

so are you erens type? you can't think. once more, you break his stare, his intense eyes making you want to squirm around.

the conversation changes but you stay silent, biting your lip.

after awhile you excuse yourself to the kitchen, saying you need a drink.

you're in the middle of grabbing a glass to pour water into, when you feel a presence at your back. you jump, startled when eren leans both arms on either side of the sink, caging you in.

the glass of water trembles in your hand when you feel his lips touch your ear. "pouty lips" he says lowly, and he brings one hand up, tracing your bottom lip with a finger. "check"

his fingers dance across her skin, he taps one finger to the side of her face. "doe eyes. check"

he tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear, his lips coming to rest on the top of your head. "empty little brain, slow on the uptake. check, check, check"

the cup slides from your fingers and clatters in the sink. you breathe fast, he feels so warm and big behind you. "r-ren, what're you..." you trail off when he wraps his arms around your waist, burying his face in your neck as he crowds you.

"im trying to tell you i want you, dumb whore"

the way he says it startles a laugh out of you, "i didn't-"

"know" he finishes. "I know. so busy flouncing around in those little skirts of yours, lost in your own little world to notice your best friend wants that little pussy" he drops his palm to cup it between your legs. "you gonna give it me, or do i have to do more spelling it out for you?"

you think you get it. but- you glance over your shoulder at him, giving him your best pout. "i don't think i understand, ren. m'confused. help me?"

he spins you around, his grin a flash of white as he lifts you, props you onto the counter and flips up your skirt. "gonna explain it to you real slow, baby. with my tongue between your legs. try to understand, okay?"

God I'm a slut, fucking whore ass slut.

good morning !!!

eren likes when you wear his sweatshirts while you ride him, if feeds his possessive nature so well. he especially loves to hold up the hem of it so he can watch the way his cock disappears inside you every time you sink back down onto him.

*bonus points if you're wearing lacy panties and he was just so desperate that he just pulled them aside and filled you up

*bonus points if you help him hold the sweatshirt out of his way and pull the hem up past ur tits