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can you please a plug! eren, who wears his hair down pleaseeee?
also has a tongue piercing
✣﹕BAD ATTITUDES﹕✣ eren yeager ۫
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❪✧❫ ───( synopsis ) plug!eren gets sick of hearing that smart mouth from his bimbo girlfriend.
˙ ˖ ✧ — content warning : minors do not interact, fem! reader, female anatomy described, black coded, she/her pronouns, modern au, third pov, plug!eren, bimbo!girlfriend, chubby reader, eren has a tongue piercing, eren with long hair omg, missionary, oral (f receiving), tatted eren, reader has belly button piercing, use of pet names and profanity such as ꒰ mama, baby ꒱ authors note : think this is the first request i've written, and i loved the vision i had for this. send more requests! also check out my wips, and stay tuned. word count: 1.2k.
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“daddy, m’ so sorry.”
eren just hummed in response, keeping his pace, stroking you deep, watching your white cream coat his dick. he’s heard those apologies too many times to know the only way to break your habit was to have you like this.
you had come countless times already and he still wasn’t done proving his point. “baby, please. m’ sorry.” you cried again.
“you sorry?” he asked and you nodded, face wet with your tears. “you gon’ stop acting up?”
“yes, i promise. i will.” you felt another orgasam approaching, from how deep eren was hitting but you knew better than to push at his stomach, it’d just be much worse for you.
“i still don’t believe you princess, go ‘head get crying for me.” he smirked, rubbing the fat of your tummy.
you knew you should’ve just left him alone after he told you what happened, but seeing the aggressive side of eren turned you on too much. and he just looked so good.
it’s how you got here.
“why you being so quiet mama? i did sum’?”
he knows he did. it’s why right after he did it he came over to your place, texted you to come outside, and tried to butter you up, flashing those emerald eyes your way and that smirk, his hair down because he knows you love him that way. had a pre-rolled blunt ready just for you, but when you refused his kiss, he knew something was up.
"where were you 'ren?" you folded your arms, which caused your perky tits to prop up in the little black tank top you wore, back against the passenger door. the pudge in your stomach on display showcasing your belly jewelry.
he blew smoke out of his mouth, giving you a glimpse of the jewelry on his tongue, he turned his head to look at you, and licked his lips, "i was just out with connie nd' jean, why wassup?" brent faiyaz played lowly in his car, smoke clouding the air.
instead of continuing with your questions, you cut right to it, "you went racing without me? you told me you wouldn't, and then i see connie post you guys racing and he was sitting in my spot–" before you could continue he started laughing. "eren! it's not funny."
eren always took you out street racing with him. you were like his little reward after he'd beat someone because he never lost, he loved to have you in his passenger seat while he raced. and you both loved the thrill.
"baby, we were racing some fucker who thought his car was faster than mine on the street, it wasn't a car meetup or nun' like that. i told you i wouldn't, you think i would lie to you?" his tatted hand rubbed your thigh and you rolled your eyes. "huh?"
"no," you said quietly.
"ight' then, now why the fuck you still got an' attitude, i told you what happened." his voice was a bit rougher now which made you more annoyed. you might’ve been in the wrong but you didn’t care.
“cause you were still racing without me, and then you come see me and somehow it’s my fault,” you rambled.
“keep talking shit, yn. go ahead.” he threatened, but you were already started now. you had a short temper, there was only one way to get you to calm down and he knew it.
“leave me alone. i don’t even know why i came outside in the first place, it’s not even like your my boyfriend or anything, right?” you grabbed your slides and slid them on, ready to go back into the house until he grabbed your arm. “eren, i don’t have time for this shit, let me go.”
“nah, you got me fucked up. c’mon let’s go fix that attitude.” he took his keys out the ignition and urged you to get out the car.
“you can't just dick me down every time you don’t like what i got to say, eren.” you stayed seated and he raised his eyebrow. causing you to scoff and finally, get out of the car.
he followed closely behind you while you mumbled under your breath. “you still talking? hm?” you simply ignored him and unlocked your door, going straight into your room and sitting down on your bed, arms crossed.
after eren locked the door behind you and met you inside your room he eyed you. you could tell by his demeanor he was mad. sometimes you forgot how much taller eren was than you. he pulled off his white tee, revealing his chest tattoos, the peak of calvin klein beneath his black sweatpants, and the dark happy trail that disappeared into them.
“take off your clothes, yn.” he snapped and you rolled your eyes again. pulling your black tank top off, and slipping your grey shorts off, leaving you in just your red panties. “you ever get tired of talking shit baby?”
he stood in front of you on the bed and you just stared up at him, he knew he wasn’t getting a response so he just eased you until you were laying on your back.
“i spend all my money on you, take care of you, fuck you good, flaunt you around, and you have the audacity to say i’m not your boyfriend?” he tsked, pulling your panties off. “you and that smart ass mouth, hold your thighs fa' me mama.”
from their eren edged you for lord knows how long, until you begged him to let you cum.
he still didn’t let you, pretended he couldn’t hear a word you were saying, moaning into your pussy, and slurping you all up. the jewelry on his tongue heightening every lick.
he smacked your hand away when you tried to bury it in his long hair, and when he was finally done eating he pulled his sweatpants off, tapping his tip against your clit.
“you can cum as many times you want baby,” he kissed you then proceeded to wrap his hand around your throat when he slid in.
and you did, you came until you couldn’t anymore. now, you were begging him to stop and to slow down. that's where you were now.
“daddy, m’ so sorry.”
eren just hummed in response, keeping his pace, stroking you deep, watching your white cream coat his dick. you had come countless times already and he still wasn’t done proving his point. “baby, please. m’ sorry.” you cried again.
“you sorry?” he asked and you nodded, face wet with your tears. “you gon’ stop acting up?”
“yes, i promise. i will.” you felt another orgasam approaching, from how deep eren was hitting but you knew better than to push at his stomach, it’d just be much worse for you.
“i still don’t believe you, princess, go ‘head get crying for me.” he smirked, rubbing the fat of your tummy.
"baby, m' sorry, please." your thighs shook, but he just took his time, wrapping his hand back around your throat, the pressure making you cum harder around him this time.
your walls fluttering around his length, "you can keep saying you're sorry mama, im still not done with this pussy." his eyes meet with where you two connected and he attached this thumb to your clit.
stroking it softly, your legs beginning to shake again. you reached for his hand, the overstimulation was too much for you to bear. "move your hand. move your fucking hand." he cursed and you sobbed moving it out of the way.
"daddy." you pouted.
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lawrd😩😫
⋆♱ wakeup2dis ⋆♱ eren j.
the sun hasn’t raised up and you woke up clenching your thighs together after the wet dream you woke up from noticing that eren was up with just his pajama pants on. his dick following his footsteps as he approached you from the balcony rolling his blunt. his hair in the messy man bun, his tattoos decorated his skin and his ear piercing shining in the mid dark room. you two ended up in bed passing the blunt to one another, not paying attention to the low tv in the background. playing too much around eren and telling him about your little dream about him blowing your back out. and you in nothing but a braless white wife beater and a thong that was hooked on your ass cheek which was constantly getting hard smacks. the bed rocking back and forth from your husband’s hard nonstop thrust. he tugged on your tank top for your ass to meet his pelvic just to hear those skin slapping noises along with the squelching of you creamy pussy. your brazilian wig lace in a messy bun as the baby hairs sticks to your forehead from the sweating. eren groans at how tight your clench around his cock and the white cream that coated his dick whenever he went balls deep in you. spreading your asscheeks just to smack them to see how it recoiled. your face was hot from the heavy toxic smell of weed eren was smoking. ” oh my…goddd” you moaned try to find something to hold on to as eren pressed your arch lower to deepen his strokes. “ throw that shit back mama” the sudden action caused you to scream rolling your eyes and eren murmuring little “ fucks” and “ shit”. “ god- eren shittt- you’re too deep!”. “ yeah? how deep am i mamas- is it here?” he emphasized pressing on your stomach listening to how broken your whining and your moans became. “ please- ‘ren slow down” he ignored you grabbing your chin letting you teary eyes meet his low red ones as he blew the smoke on your face chuckle at how you shut your eyes closed. he put out the blunt on the ashtray near the big bed you shared pressing open mouthed kisses on you plump lips and your neck. he gripped the headboard of the bed eying you with low eyes and a smile on his pretty face. how your wet lashes kissing your cheeks, nose all pink and runny from the cries and lips swollen. with your arch breaking and your thighs and legs shaking you began to babble non understandable words. mind all clouded and going dumb. “ what you trynna say baby?” you felt close and so overstimulated and tried to get away from the tall strong man you gripped on your hips not letting you run away knowing that both of you were close to your climax. “ why you runnin’ away- you gon’ take all this ma”. hearing how he talked to you had your cunt sucking him in if you weren’t doing so already. you forgot to warn eren before you squirted, soaking his whole dicks and pelvic. he laughed behind you, tapping his tip to help you with your release before entering you again to release his cum deep inside of you. <3
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“our satan spawn” 🥺💕
“say ‘i’m the man!’”
eren’s voice carries down the hall, boisterous and loud as it easily reaches every corner of your small one bedroom apartment.
you furrow your brows and glance in the general direction of the sound, but decide to ignore it and continue on with breakfast—gathering a dollop of strawberry jam on your knife before spreading it onto a piece of toast.
you’d rather not know what the two of them are up to, eren and your two year old son that is. he’s supposed to be getting the kid ready for the day, but whether or not that’s actually happening is a different story.
“i’m da man!” his little voice repeats the sentence—not quite as powerful as his dad, but still loud enough to find your ears.
“louder!” eren shouts, and you immediately drop what you’re doing to head towards them.
your slippers scuff against the floor as you shuffle down the hall, following the source of sound until it leads you just outside the bathroom door. you nudge it with your foot, causing it to creep open and reveal the duo—your son, who’s standing on the counter, and eren, who—at the very least, is holding onto him.
“hi,” eren grins, prompting his mini me to do the same. you note the atrocious man bun, well, little man bun your son is sporting—hair haphazardly pulled together at the back of his head.
eren gestures to him, pride flooding his features as he mumbles, “he’s the man.”
“oh yeah?” a smile tugs at your own lips—every ounce of authority you waltzed over here with threatening to vanish into thin air as you look at your little family. nevertheless, someone has to enforce the rules around here. “well, tell the man that if he doesn’t keep it down, he’s not getting any chocolate milk with his breakfast.”
the two of them exchange a glance, an identical look of concern—real and genuine from your son, dramatic and over the top from your fiancé.
“should we go eat?” eren whispers to him, naively expecting him to follow in his footsteps again.
“yeah!” your son yells, excitement filling his eyes at the mention of his all time favourite beverage. he sets a new record every time he chugs a glass, and always gets a kick out of the little moustache he gets afterwards—loving that he looks like dad.
“buddy,” eren laughs as he lightly cups a hand over the toddler’s mouth. “shhh, quiet okay? you heard the boss, no chocolate milk if you yell.”
your son puts his hand over his own mouth and nods his head, prompting eren to lift him onto the floor and send him scurrying off into the kitchen—little feet padding against the hardwood.
“what the hell?” you say, keeping your voice low to ensure your baby doesn’t hear. “it’s 8 o’clock in the morning, why are you shouting?”
“hey, i’m instilling confidence in him,” he pouts, having heard you mention something along those lines once or twice—about how important it is for him to be proud of who he is.
“eren,” you sigh, because you know he means well—he wants nothing but the absolute best for your son too, which is why he more or less lets him do as he pleases.
he encourages him to jump around and dance to his favourite songs, and doesn’t care that he gets marker all over his face when he colours. he’ll give him bear paws before dinner, and hold his hand as the two of them run and giggle down the halls of your apartment building, because they’re just so happy to come home and see you after a trip to the grocery store.
eren lets your kid be a kid, and while that might put a scowl on the face of those around you, all that matters is that your son is always smiling.
“i know, just,” you pause, searching for the right words—the ones that won’t paint you as the bad cop you feel you’re being. though, you look into eren’s eyes, and see nothing but the purest love and adoration overflowing from his pupils, and you know—he thinks you’re doing perfect. “just, wait until after ten at least, okay? that old couple next door already has us on their shit list.”
“course, ‘m sorry baby,” he hums—cupping your cheek with a grin that’s a little too smug and out of place to be there right now. “but you know, you got us on that list, not him.”
“me?” you tilt your head, racking your brain for a time in which you might’ve pissed them off. did you forget to hold the door open? shit.
“mhmm,” he hums, moving his hand to the back of your head to hold you flush against him, and you look adorable—in the reflection of the mirror, with your little thinking face on and your cheek squished against him. he almost feels guilty.
“what did i—”
“nghhh eren, that feels soooo good,” he moans, quiet and sultry—changing the pitch of his voice slightly in an attempt to mimic your own.
“eren!” you gasp, planting your palms flat on his chest to push him away. “shut up, you’re the only reason i sound like that.”
“damn right,” he grins, pulling you right back in for a messy kiss—hands sneaking underneath your shirt and travelling up your—
crash.
“oh no,” you mumble, peeling yourself away from him once more. your son—who’s been alone and suspiciously quiet for the last five minutes, is now doing god knows what in the kitchen. “go check on your satan spawn, would you?”
“hey,” he frowns, swiftly backing out of the room and towards the noise, but not without putting on a quick smile to clarify, “our satan spawn.”
you roll your eyes, but still feel the corners of your lips tug upwards. eren is far from perfect, but he’s pretty good at keeping a smile on your face too.
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DADDY’S FUCKING HOME AHSHHDJSJSHAHSNFUDKSJHS FUCK HES SO SNSHHES SO UGHHHHHH
that’s cute, but that was a reminder to stay on birth control 😓
overwhelemed, eren jaeger
you let out a frustrated sigh as the cool air spread goosebumps across your wet skin. you watched the mess crowding your feet as you tiredly tied a knot in the towel wrapped around your body.
your four year old looked up at you with a bright grin, sprinkles and other sweet treats spilled across the floor carelessly. caramel syrup had been sprayed along the walls, chcoolate drizzle smushed into the seats of your grey sofa; your living room and kitchen was practically the sugar factory; thanks to your daughter.
words tried to find their way to your throat, but you couldn’t process anything at the moment. you were stuck. the only emotions that flowed your veins were sadness, anger, and frustration.
your four year old, emiko was babbling incoherent words as she continued to rub god knows what into her freshly washed clothes. you felt pathetic to know that at least she hadn’t touched the stove or anything dangerous.
five minutes. five minutes you were in the shower, attempting at a quick wash and go before your little trouble maker woke up from her much needed nap. you baby proofed nearly everything in the house and it still amazed you at the fact that emiko was able to reach all of it.
tears brimmed your eyes as you continued looking at the mess. words couldn’t even explain how you were feeling. your body was practically nearly dry as you contemplated what to do. you didn’t even want to clean up the mess; you were so tired.
you and eren had decided to try gentle parenting when it came to raising emiko. your family never done it, eren’s parents died at a young age, so if there was one thing you two were gonna do right when it came to ur little girl; it was be patient with her.
but now your patience was definitely wearing thin. it amazed you how much emiko took after eren. you were never a child that misbehaved; but eren was. every thing he had to have his sticky little fingers on, and it seemed he passed that down to your child. you almost hated him for it.
with tremored hands, you run them through your curls, trying to figure out what to do. “emiko,” you speak calmly.
“yes mommy?” your child looks up at you with her father’s eyes. they were so hard to get mad at. but you tried to remember the absolute mess that your home was in at the moment, and you instantly erased any regret for what you were about to do.
“why did you do this?”
emiko shrugs. “i was bored,” her little hands raise in the air for a shrug. “i wanted some chocolate, mama.”
“and i told you you wouldn’t get any chocolate until you ate dinner, emiko,” you tried to explain. “why didn’t you listen to me?”
“but i wanted—“
you finally lost it. “look at what you did!” your hands flail to the mess. “emiko, you could have hurt yourself! i went to take a shower for five minutes and instead of sitting and watching tv after a nap like a good girl, you messed up the place!” angry tears streamed down your face. you had classwork to do; you were exhausted, mentally, physically and psychologically.
no one talked about the effects that having a child so young had on parents. you were battling being a full time mom, student, and good partner. eren took care of you so well that you didn’t need a job; but you did want a future career. i mean, you were supposed to be in college anyways. but sometimes being able to stay home wasn’t enough. you were overwhelmed.
and instead of dropping out of high school when you found out you were pregnant with emiko, you continued on with your education and made the best of it. but constantly coddling an energetic toddler who couldn’t help but do kid things while trying to do your challenging coursework as eren worked was hard on you.
emiko’s lips tremble. “mommy i—“
“emiko,” you sighed, holding your tongue. “just go to your room. now. go get ready for bed, please,” your voice came out as a hoarse whisper. tears streamed fown emiko’s brown face as she ran to her room.
with a sigh, you take a seat on the dirty sofa, too tired to even care about dirtying your towel. you were tired of having to explain so much. eren always reminded you to be patient with emiko as he wished someone was with him, but you couldn’t handle it sometimes. you were too stressed out.
you understood that it took a while for emiko to grasp onto certain concepts, but you knew how smart your daughter was; she was far from stupid, especially at four years old.
you sat on the sofa nearly half naked with your head in your hands crying for about an hour and a half before eren finally came home. at a gaze upon the living room, his face twists in confusion. “fuck happened here?”
you were too busy sobbing to even acknowledge his presence like you usually did. it was hard, you were hard on yourself because you felt like you couldn’t do anything right. not to mention that emiko was a complete daddy’s girl, only listening to her father whenever he was home. but then again, that was her way of craving attention from her father. it had finally hit you.
it made sense that emiko acted out with you until eren finally came home. eren was usually the lenient one, but emiko just loved being in the presence of her father. she knew that the times she acted out, eren would sit and talk with her, and she’d enjoy it. she loved talking to her daddy.
you and eren thought you were doing good in parenting, but you both had a lot to work on.
“why you crying baby?” eren frowns as he walks over to your crouched stature.
“your daughter,” you sniffled. “trashed the house, messed up the walls and the furniture after i told her no chocolate before dinner. i-i went to take a shower and t-then came back to t-th—“ you couldn’t even finish speaking cuz you broke down again. how could you ever explain how you felt without coming off as an asshole or a bad mother?
“mama,” eren rubbed your bare arms, crouched over your state. he could hear the tiredness breaking into your voice. he knew that you needed a break. “it’s alright, i’ll clean it up—“
“no, eren, it’s not alright,” you fight not to snap at him. “it’s not fucking alright. you’re never home and i’m always trying so hard to be patient, but emiko doesn’t fucking listen. i let her get away with so much shit and she only listens to you because she knows you’ll give her attention that way. you’re barely ever home and she sees that,” you cry. “her acting out is the only way to get you to pay attention to her lately but it’s affecting me, it’s affecting the way i parent her—it’s all too much! she stresses me the fuck out!”
eren remains silent at your words. “am i bad mother eren?” you whispered.
your boyfriend takes offense to your words and immediately stands up. “what?” fuck no! i never ever say that shit again, y/n. deadass.”
“i can’t even work with my own daughter, eren!” you yell. “i try—i try not to yell at her because i know what yelling did for me. i try to explain things to her instead of punishing her for doing child things. but i’m so tired i just—“
eren cuts you off by cradling your shaking body in his arms. “what do you need princess? tell me what you need from me baby.”
you rest your head on his chest and cry silently. “i want you to be home more. i want emiko to see you more often so that she doesn’t need to feel the need to act out just to get your attention. i know you be tired when you come home from work but please, eren. i cannot do this by myself.”
“i know, baby,” eren mutters into your hair, rubbing your back. “i’ll talk to emiko.”
“i’m sorry,” you frown, wiping your face. “i know the house is a fucking mess, i was gonna clean, but i just— i can’t. it’s too much for me—“
“not your fault,” eren reassures you. “emiko and i will clean it up. you go and do your homework for the night, baby. i got this.” you give your man a look of adoration before pecking his lips and heading back in the shower. you needed to be alone.
when eren hears the door of the bathroom close, he lets out a deep breath and stares at the mess before him. it looks like a bunch of children started a home invasion and had a food war in your living room.
after a few seconds, he called emiko out. “emiko, baby!”
almost immediately, little feet run to the living room, and an excited emiko is ready to jump on her father but frowns when she sees an unhappy look on his face.
“yes daddy?”
“c’mere.” eren crouches down to his daughter’s level. “mommy told me what you did today. why did you do this?”
swaying with her hands behind her back, emiko doesn’t answer. “you’re not in trouble, em. daddy just wants to talk to you, yeah? you made mommy cry tonight, you know that?” emiko shakes her head in response. “words, princess.”
“no,” emily responds. “i didn’t mean to make mommy cry,” she admitted honestly.
“i know you didn’t mean to, emmy,” eren told her. “she said you weren’t listening her and still touched something that she told you, you couldn’t have. were you upset because you had to wait for the chocolate?”
“yeah,” emiko admits, looking elsewhere. eren knew his daughter. he knew that her mind was already drifting off somewhere and he needed to bring her back to attention.
“emmy, come back to me,” eren directed her. emmy’s small attention span flipped back to her father who continued his lecture. “because you poured out all the chocolate and the candy and sweets, now you don’t have any chocolate to eat. you know that, right?”
emiko looks around at her mess, finally taking in the damage she had done. tears brim the girl’s eyes as she frowns. “i know you’re upset about that baby, but the consequences of not listening to mommy is that now you don’t have any chocolate to eat for desert. you used it all.” eren explained, trying to empathize with the child.
“i’m sorry, daddy,” emiko sniffled.
“don’t apologize to me, baby. mommy is very sad right now and you wanna apologize to her to make her feel all better, right?” the young girl nodded her head. “alright, let’s clean up this mess. go get the dustpan for these sprinkles.”
emiko nodded her head and ran to the kitchen while eren grabbed some supplies to clean the walls and furniture. by the end of the night as you had gotten ready for bed, there was a small knock at your door. “come in.”
as the door opened, no one had walked in, but you looked down and saw emiko’s small figure making her way to your side of the bed. “i’m weally sorry for the mess i made mommy. and being disobedient and not listening to you.”
you give your little girl a small smile. “i understand you get mad when i tell you no to certain things, emiko, but you have to listen to me. you were gonna get the chocolate, but i just told you to wait. because now that you ate it before ang real food, your stomach is gonna hurt you all day tomorrow. you see why you should always listen to mommy?” your daughter nodded her head in response.
“i promise to always listen to you,” she nods confidently.
you smile brightly and lift her up on your lap. “alright then baby. i forgive you.”