Modern! College/Roommate Eren Jaeger Headcannon!

Modern! College/Roommate Eren Jaeger Headcannon!

Modern! College/Roommate Eren Jaeger Headcannon!

Warnings: Eren having the personality of a highschool boy. Mentions of parties and drinking. Lots of fluff! Reader and Eren are pining for each other so badly oh my goddd! Overall just romantic feelings! She/Her pronouns are used!

A/N: As a college student, it felt like i needed to write this! Please enjoy!!

Eren Jaeger

* Oh my fucking god here we go

*Here we fuckin gooooo

* alright everyone buckle tf up

* Cause you’re in for a long oneee

* i hate himmmm ughhhh

* Anywayssss

* So damn chaotic and FOR WHAT

* Eren Jaeger as a roommate🙄 I swear to fuck…this boy won’t leave you alone

* Like forreal If he’s not playing video games or doing school work, guess what he’s doing!

* ANNOYING THE HELL OUT OF YOU

* “Hey Y/n did you know did you know that female bees kill the male bees after they’re done doing the diddle”😀

* “Hey Eren…shutup”

* “Y/n would you fuck me if I was Nate Jacobs?”

* “Eren for the love of god I cannot wait for our lease to be up”🥲

* “You don’t mean that”

* “Maybe I do”

* You don’t actually mean it…

* you met Eren through an online college campus roommate finder and you were desperate

* you needed somewhere to live affordably and you ended up matching with Eren

* Although living with a boy wasn’t your first option you ended up agreeing because the term was over and you needed a place for the next school year ASAP

* At first Eren was pretty quiet and tip-toed around you

* “Eren, I don’t bite you can be more verbal with me”

*silence*

* It took a bit for him to come out of his shell but when did….oh boy you rethought a lot of things

* Mans is a straightup MENACE

* The kitchen is ALWAYS messy😠

* It’s not that he doesn’t know how to use the dishwasher he’s just lazy so he leaves everything in the sink

*he also leaves out numerous drinking glasses everywhere

*has literally so many waterbottles on his nightstand cause he’s lazy and forgets to wash them

* Which means you have to clean up after him🙄

* His room is also messy and you have to force him to clean it every week

*lowkey help him sort his blacks,whites, and colors for laundry

*thought it was funny to buy tidepods and almost ate one for shits and giggles

* He leaves shit everywhere in the bathroom. Like his deodorant and toothbrush and toothpaste are always on the counter along with his hairbrush

* Sometimes he thinks its funny and sprays AXE body spray all around him and in the bathroom just to piss you off

* “Eren what the hell? Are you a 12 year old boy?! Stop using AXE and get some real cologne”

* “Damn Y/n what if I was a 12 year old that means you’re a pedoooo”

* 🙄

* He purposely missed the point

*also he leaves his backpack in the weirdest places

*like on the counter,

*on the floor in the bathroom

*he even left it out in the middle of your apartment hallway and was freaking out cause he didnt know where it went

*🙄

*Eren loves playing video games, like I stated before, if he’s not playing video games he’s always up in your business

*but when he IS playing video games…he’s LOUD

*Eren radiates 👹👹👹 energy when he plays games

*he bullies kids on Roblox

*you yelled at him for that

*He also has major temper tantrums during COD

*Almost broke his controller once for throwing it at the wall

*Has a headset and is always saying the worst things to Armin, Jean, and Connie during games

* “Jean if you weren’t such a fucking degenerate maybe we’d actually win a damn round, get your head out of your fucking ass AND PLAY-“

* “I swear I am fucking all your guy’s moms after this round, love me some milfs-“

*also loves minecraft, he spends hours creating his minecraft world and shows it off to you

* “Y/n come look at the fish tank I have my living room in minecraft and oh LOOK AT MY CAT!!”

* “these fuckin minecrafts spiders fuckin die”

* you question if he’s actually in middle school or not

*you find it funny but it gets distracting everytime you try to do homework

* He randomly wakes up in the middle of the night and decides to make popcorn or ramen at like 3AM

* Also chugs water very loudly for no reason

* And it causes you to wake up and stand in the kitchen like 🧍🏻‍♀️

* This man doesn’t know how to BE QUIET

* Loudest roommate ever i swear

* He carries a speaker around and plays the dumbest shit

* Spongebob Remixes

* Minecraft sounds for 10 hours

* His favorites are the Wii Remix and the Home Depot Remix

* For fucks sake

* Like boy what the hell

* “Eren turn that shit down”

* “No”😊

* Will walk with you to classes

* Likes getting lunch with you at the dining hall on campus too, and he always pigs out and gets 5 plates of different food and 2 plates of desserts

* “Holy shit Eren slow the fuck down and actually taste your food jeez..”

* “Don’t tell me how to live my life woman”🙄

* He’s so annoying in class…

* He does pretty well in school

* He loves going to the library with you and working on homework

* He likes it when you ask for his help it makes him feel useful

* He will help you study

* A sense of pride washes over him everytime you do well on a test or quiz and he gets so cocky

* “Eren!! I got an A on my Biology test in Professor Zoë’s class!!”

* “Well no shit its because I helped you”😌

* As much as he does well in school, he’s so aggravating sometimes

* Literally he just sits next to you and stares at you hoping he’ll get a reaction

* He likes passing notes to you, even though you sit right next to each other

* Is always on his phone too

* He got his phone taken away countless times by Professor Ackerman

* And Dr.Erwin Smith has written him up too

* You’ve learned how to ignore him at times

* But sometimes you join in on his antics

* Especially during a lecture where you both can’t sit still and listen, you’ll both spam the groupchat.

* Your friends consist of Armin, Mikasa, Jean, Connie, Sasha, Historia, Ymir, Annie, Reiner and Bertholdt.

* Occasionally on the weekend you and Eren decide to have the group over for some drinks and play games

* Eren’s ego never lets him lose

* You can’t throw parties since you two live in an apartment complex. But Jean, Sasha and Connie live in a rundown house across from campus and y’all know they’re throwing the best parties every weekend

* You and Eren try to go as much as you can

* The police have come to their house a couple of times, and you and Eren have become pros at jumping fences and running

* He always escapes first as he sees those lights on the cop cars

*Literally sprinting back

*Occasionally you get left behind in the ruckus😭😭

* “Y/n hurry the fuck up we’re gonna get caught!!”

* “Fuck you Eren I suck at running WAIT UP—“

* Honestly those moments are the moments you look back and laugh about with him

* Eren always drives you around

* He lovesss Mcdonalds and Taco bell

* And always pays for you

* Will occasionally wake you up when he can’t fall asleep and go on late night drives with you

* Likes listening to calming Lofi music

* Literally, he has the biggest fucking attitude its so annoying, he’s so sassy

* He is lowkey egotistical and narcissistic too

* But you deal with it anyways since he brings home takeout every week

* Will be so passive towards you if you ever bring over a guy you’re seeing

* Will give you shit for it too

* “Why even bother bringing HIM here, I’m clearly better “

* “Literally that guy was so ugly Y/n do better”

* You’re just like 🥲

* “Eren…we’re not even dating”

* “I know, but no man is good enough for you”

* 🥺🥰🥺🥰

* That’s how you feel^

*when you got your heartbroken by a guy you met on Tinder

*Oh god Eren was pissed

* “No Y/n tell me his fucking name right fucking now I swear to God I’m going to kill him. He cannot be so fucking disrespectful towards my favorite girl and get the fuck away with it.”

*He was almost yelling, he was just so mad. He hates seeing you so sad and down over a boy who doesnt deserve you

*You could only think about how he called you his “favorite girl” for weeks after that incident

* He always purposefully makes you blush

* Always flustering you

* He likes to wrap an arm around your waist whenever you guys go out to meet your friends on the weekends

* Everyone asks if you’re dating

* “No-he’s just my roommate”😳

* “Don’t listen to her, we’ve been together for 5 years”

* You give him a 😑 look everytime he says that

* Deep down you wish he would ask you to be his girlfriend. You’ve cry over him a lot when he’s asleep.

* He makes you so confused

* He acts like you guys are dating sometimes

* And its so confusing, especially when he also flirts with other girls too

* Mikasa is lowkey tired of hearing about it

* “Y/n just tell him how you feel, it’ll make both of you guys feel better. Just be honest”

* ☹️ “I know”

* Eren on the otherhand is so deeply in love with you that he doesnt even realize it

* His personality is naturally outgoing and protective of those he loves and cares for

* But when it comes to you, he sees you in a different light (he just thinks its natural to act differently for you but he doesn’t truly understand his own feelings :(( )

* He’s not the fondest of you going out with Mikasa, Sasha, Historia, Annie and Ymir sometimes

* “Y/n there’s creeps out there especially at night”

* “‘Ren, we always go out, nothing’s going to happen”

* He trusts you, but the thought of you being with someone that isnt him really gets him irritated.

* He overthinks a lot when you go out and texts you a lot

* Hates it when you don’t respond and will get antsy and try to call you

* He hates it whenever you get over the top drunk

* But lowkey doesn’t mind taking care of you even if you’re drunk crying

* He’s so sweet

* But still a dumbass

* Deep down Eren loves living with you, you keep him grounded and true to himself

* He loves the way your eyes slightly light up whenever you see him walk through the door

* He loves when you remember certain things about him

* He introduced you to his mom and his mother always asks about you

* You go to dinner at her place sometimes and she shows you pictures from when Eren was younger

* It only makes you fall more in love with him

* You hate not being honest with your feelings, but he makes you so nervous

* He always stares into your eyes so deeply and it makes you feel butterflies

* But you remember he flirts with other girls too and it makes you insecure

* You wish you had confidence to tell him straightup

* And he wishes the same for himself

* One night Eren had a huge confidence boost

* You two were on the couch watching The Office and everything was quiet

* You had your head on his shoulder

* It felt like the world went still and it was just the two of you

* You could feel the tension in the room but didn’t want to say anything so you kept quiet

* Until Eren spoke

* “Hey Y/n”

* “Yeah ‘Ren?”

* “I thought you looked really pretty today”

* Your heart jumped

* “I know I always stare but today you haven’t left my mind”

* You didnt even know what to say

* You shifted and lifted your head from his shoulder to look at him better

* “Eren…think about what you’re saying”

* “I have been thinking…ever since the day I met you”

* “Y/n, I think I like you”

* *facepalms*

* He likes you he was just awkward in saying it

* A smile formed on your lips

* “It’s about damn time” you said

* He looked at you like 🤨

* “What do you mean?”

* You roll your eyes

* “Eren I’ve liked you from day 1, I’ve been waiting all this time..”

* “Well maybe if you’d woman up a bit and TELL ME”

* you slap his chest and fully lean into him

* The rest of the night was so fucking wholesome, he fed you some popcorn and walked you to your room.

* Before you were able to turn around and go towards your bed, he put a gentle kiss on your forehead.

* “Thank you for being the best roommate and my bestfriend Y/n, let’s talk more about us in the morning mmk?”

* You could only nod and smile

* “Yeah,, goodnight Eren”

* You shut the door and got ready for bed and you knew you were going to have the best sleep that night.

* Eren Jaeger might be such an annoying brat, but he somehow carved his name into your heart

* From late night food runs, to school, to everything else in between, you truly couldn’t have asked for a better roommate and person to have in your life

* I LOVE THIS CONCEPT SO MUCH

* PLEASEEE I WISH HE WAS REAL

A/N (again): Damn, i’m down HORRENDOUSLY for this man…and i have no shameeeee! Anyways I hope you enjoyed this🥺 i thought it was cute and wholesome! Please let me know what you think! Loveeee <33

i know it doesn’t fit in with the vibes of the era that inazuma is based on but consider ayato having an outlander spouse from somewhere like monstadt that does have a corset-adjacent kind of dress . . . he seems the kind who’d like it laced just a little too tightly and hearing you get breathless and seeing your eyelashes flutter when he dies fuck you in it.

as an actual royal guard dain also fits the ‘knight helping a royal lace their corset’ so well . . . so strong and silent and reliable . . . and though some memories fade, the laces in his hands are still as familiar as ever even if you’re (prettier, more wantable, more his) different from the royal family he once served. he will still serve you. unlacing the corset is just as familiar.

diluc helping you get dressed, dismissing your ladies maid . . . the ribbons of your corset are always needing replacements; the maids just don’t understand how they get scorched so often—

and. of course. zhongli. taking his slow, careful time with it all. lingering on every tightening and every loosening; his desire to manage you a little extending to dressing and undressing you even if it will in the end be only for his eyes.

I’m the anon who sent u those filthy nanami prompts. I have one for geto: youre one of his devoted followers in his little fake “cult”, and you’ve all made a happy little family from the shambles of pain, you and his two little girls (nanako and mimiko!) and Miguel and Laurue and Manami and whoever else I’m forgetting.

But most of the time, it’s just you and his two girls. And he sees the way you treat them as if they’re your own blood, and the righteous side of him feels guilty for seeing you in any manner that isn’t platonic, but there’s that part of him that goes wild at the thought of corrupting you, his devoted follower, who would not question anything he’d do to you, no matter how depraved it was.

And so every night he visits you and as he ruts against you and empties himself inside you, he imagines a little baby, one with both of your cursed energies, with his technique and your delicate features. He’d teach the child carefully, make sure they didn’t suffer the way he did to learn their cursed technique. Nanako and Mimiko would like having a new playmate around the house, and he can already imagine your expanded family. The desire inside him to build a new world for all of you burns brighter.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

how did you know i literally had this fantasy of geto in mind after reading vol 0 for the first time like...this feels like its been ripped from my brain.

geto has never seen you in that light until the moment he's walking along an orchard, wind rustling and peaches in full bloom. the air is filled with the sounds of laughter, melodic and full of joy. that is when he catches sight of you and his twins lying under a tree. you tell them stories of a princess who is rescued by a prince, she's in a castle living happily ever after with the one she loves and he thinks how naive of you to believe that such stories exist; that there were 'princes' who stroll in on white horses, doing good deeds and saving the world, when in reality, humanity is so flawed and every non-curse user is an example of that. but the more he lingers on it, the more he wants to tear those walls down, show you what true love really feels like,—an all-consuming hunger, breathing you in and feasting on your soul whole—and fill your mind with ideas of a world he's building, solely for you and his girls.

to be in love isn't the priority, to be obsessed is a whole other thing and he doesn't really know the difference when he's already picturing you growing with his child. a belly full and swollen as you lay in a nest of sheets and soft things—silk fabrics draped over you, pillows tucked in under your sore spots, resting against the particularly sensitive and heavy swole of your breasts and relieving the ache in your nipples, extravagant furs keeping you away from the cold, from the stench of non-sorcerers, the tangy pulp of citrus fruit, and the sweet glaze of honey, morsels of every kind at your fingertips—there's a glow about you that lines the surface, the very edge of your silhouette. naked skin basking in warm light, you'll sleep and you'll be worshipped like this, his followers gathering at your feet to praise you and the unborn child that grows inside you, a new gift to the world as he kills, eradicates more and more of the unwanted and lays their head on an altar in a show of his loyalties tied only to you, the little thing he's found, who still believes in the folktales and the songs they sing, now a woman he's claimed for his own because that’s what love is.

once so pure and lighthearted, he is now no longer a prince, but a rotten, tainted man. menacing and shameful for wanting it so much, craving to feel you give into his touch, to see the adoration, desperation, in your eyes when he finally takes you. looking up at him like he's a god among men, what he does to you, you can't even begin to fathom the pleasure of it all, that you would never say no to him, your master.

you admire him from afar for the longest time whilst knowing and reluctantly accepting that this is as much a life with him as you will receive when you know he's got a purpose to fulfill. what would he even want with you who’s so unlike him, weak and without knowledge of anything beyond the four walls of the home he's given to you, his twins, and the makeshift family he's brought together. you haven't heard of him ever having a lover of sorts, especially not a wife. you don't think he's the type but as you watch his interactions with other women, you start to think that you wouldn't be a prospect if he were anyway, that you don't hold a candle to the other stronger, smarter, confident women. where he's giving them smiles and courteous nods, he looks to you instead with a spine-tingling gaze in his dark eyes. a sinister smile, his teeth peeking underneath like a wicked invitation—observing you with an underlying fixation.

the first time it happens he sneaks into your room with the intention to tell you how he feels, he's got a restless feeling in his chest and it has nothing to do with the countless amounts of curses he swallows and stores. he sees your sleeping figure draped in moonlight washing over you and your features, so unassuming and graceful, peacefully sleeping and laid out for him like an offering, a feast he's about to sink his teeth into. so depraved his mouth salivates and he can't stop himself. kneeling over you, his towering figure looms like a shadow as his eyes take in every inch, his fingers move under the comforter, never pulling it away in fear that you would wake from the cooling air before he traces them over the supple skin of your thighs, loving the soft touch of it.

in a swift move, he's dipping his head under the covers, wanting to get his lips on it, hands clamping around your thighs like a vice, pressing his fingers into your flesh, already losing himself in the smell of your skin, the heat radiating from you. his lips graze in a light stroke over your stomach as you start to stir from your sleep, opening an eye just in time to see, to feel his tongue licking a stripe up your slit.

letting out a gasp, your head falls back to hit the pillows, you try to push him away, hands coming up to his shoulder, your feet kicking, not fully aware of what was happening but he's unyielding. keeping your legs spread for him, you want to hide it from his view, that he shouldn't be looking at the most private parts of you, this was a man who you'd care for, he was a leader, the most powerful person in a room, it wasn't right.

with a whisper, his dark voice soothes you, "shh...stay still." he's inching his tongue deeper past your folds, tasting you for the first time and groaning when he feels your grip tighten in his hair. you start to whimper when his mouth feels so hot, his tongue so plush and wet. his lips suck your clit in, nibbling on it while his tongue flicks, nose swiping up and down your sopping cunt, rubbing until you start to shake and tremble.

you're giving into him, slowly succumbing to bliss, how good it feels when he's licking faster, you're smothering his face in between your thighs, clamping on both the sides of his head, your feet in the air and toes curling from the sensation. you're squirming from the vibrations when he's humming in between your tight crevice. “you taste like heaven.”

it builds and builds, that coiling in your stomach, when he's bringing a finger up in between your asscheeks, circling that tight hole, your flowing juice helping him ease his way in deeper, it feels so dirty, so vulgar—wrong, and yet, your heart beats so quickly in your chest, ears going hot, sweat perspiring over your skin over something that feels so good. so much so your eyes roll back instinctively and you don’t know if you’re prepared for it.

for a tingle that shoots up your spine, sparks flashing behind your eyelids, drowning him in your slick, and when your orgasm crashes in you're biting down on your lip hard to stop your moans from being heard, breaking the skin, blood pooling under your teeth. still, he doesn't stop, you're gripping his hair, feeling oversensitive and overwhelmed, it's too much. every drop he's lapping up, not wanting to waste the sweet nectar that drools from you.

when your orgasm recedes, you catch your breath, looking up to the ceiling for an answer to what just happened. he comes into view when he leans over you, his eyes trailing down your body with greed, his hair is a mess from where your hands have clutched, lips and chin glistening with so much of your need you start to feel embarrassed by it all. one moment you were dreaming of him as an honoured man with his kind words and paternal ways and the next moment he's making you cum and writhe against his tongue. you wish to tell him that you didn't mean to be so impure or that you actually...really liked it. longed for it but never had the words to say. a lump in your throat gets caught, your eyes start to water, you think he's going to be upset, be disappointed that his loyal follower was overcome by her most basic of urges. reality hits you square in the face when his voice breaks through the silence, loud and clear. "we're not done." he growls.

as he undoes his robe, you're so tempted to run your hands over his trim muscles, only ever having a peek at them when he returned from missions with an injury or once when you accompanied him to teach the twins how to swim by a lake. the fabric sweeps over his shoulders to reveal a body so solid, made from years of fighting, training, and just age—the scars lining the ridges of his obliques, the veins from his famous healing hands now running up his forearms like rivers, the broad expanse of his chest so large your hand would barely cover one of his pecs—now looking completely and utterly debauched and wanting more, all from seeing you come apart with just his tongue. you did that to him.

you muster up the courage to reach out to him, releasing that knot across his middle and watching the last of his coverings fall away, undressing him completely. now bare before you, on the edge of the bed, he’s hard, thick, jutting straight up with a dollop of precum beading at the tip. your eyes going wide as you took in his impressive size. you always thought that it would be this gnarled and monstrous thing but looking at it now, it was...perfect. smooth and firm, with a vein running up the side. his hand reached down and gripped his throbbing cock, stroking the length of it, thumb rubbing over the head. you could see the pure unadulterated lust in his eyes as he stared at you with this kind of primal hunger, waiting for your next move.

leaning back on your elbows, you see his breath hitch as he could only stare when your smooth, glistening lips came into his view. puffy and desperate for him. "t-take me." you whispered, watching as he shuddered at your admission. "take what belongs to you."

and with a growl, he pulls you in with not much resistance on your end, a delicate thing compared to his large stature. like a rag doll, he lifts your hips in his grip before plunging his pulsing cock into your depths, feeling your heat wrap around his swollen cockhead as he sank deeper, warm, hot, raw and so tight were your walls sliding down the length of his shaft. you're stunned at the sheer size of him, stretching you wide and he's not even halfway in. what you had thought would be something quick, fast, him taking what he wanted from you, getting a taste of the most intimate parts of you, and then leaving, was quickly devolving into something far more. something this man was bringing out in you.

his weight pinned you into the soft duvet of the bed, your hard nipples scraping across his chest as his hips slowly rose and fell, languidly pushing and pulling, relishing in that fullness and letting it sweep through you again and again.

"that’s it, you feel that?" his hoarse voice echoed in your ear. "feel my love for you." instinctively your arms wrapped around his back, nails digging into his shoulder blades, nearly drawing blood. knowing that if he kept this up, he would have to do a lot more to heal the impressions dug into his skin.

the moment your legs slid around his waist, hooking your ankles together behind his lower back and heels digging into him with every stroke, you could start to hear voices gathering outside. that they were whispering amongst one another, wondering what could possibly be the reason you were moaning and mewling like a whore, but right then, neither one of you had cared who heard. you wouldn’t have wanted him to stop and a few nosy passersby is hardly a reason for him to stop fucking you into oblivion.

"m-master!" you screamed in surprise when you feel his cockhead bumping on the opening of your cervix. loving the feel of your soaked walls, inch by inch he dragged his cock back as his shaft grated across your sensitive clit before he’s bruising his way in again, hitting that spot that makes you see stars. "w-what is that?" you groaned.

“right here?" he rumbled, punctuating his words with next thrust, “that’s where i’ll make you a mommy." your eyes flared in response, mind going numb, wanting it so much it aches, turning more and more into his plaything, now fully submitting to him. the heavy scent of sex filled the air, he’s defiled you to the point of no return. in your fucked-out, mindless state you picture his seed filling you up, rooting in your core and it turning into something beautiful, a child with unlimited power and gifts, his child, it ignites that blazing knot in you again.

"i-i love it so much" you whined, voice curling into a high-pitched wail. "please keep doing that...it feels so good." you told him, urging him on as he starts pounding into you rigorously. his hips pistoning as he drove deeper into your trembling body, already feeling the boiling in his balls every time they slapped against your ass.

his hips drove hard down, lodging himself there, the tip lingering at the opening of your fertile womb, you could feel his balls beginning to release when your tight walls are squeezing down on him. "i-i’m gonna cum." you stutter over your words.

“do it, for me.” he demands, a hand coming up to your throat and curling around it, fingers pressing into your jugular, constricting your airways, going breathless. you opened your mouth in a silent scream as drool seeped from one corner, your head thrashing against your pillow. tears springing forth as his final thrust sent off an explosion. your nails raking down his back as your body writhed under him, eyes rolling back in your head, juices leaking all over your thighs as you gushed around him.

you felt his hot seed erupt inside you, painting your walls. the pulsing heat in your belly setting off the second wave of raw pleasure, him smirking down at you experiencing your first multiple orgasm. shaking and trembling violently, you stare up at him, his face a mask of sheer animalistic instinct, ravaging and satisfied that there was no going back.

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some added thoughts here:

this isn't a concubine situation like geto isn't just fucking every woman who lives with him because these followers of his he respects and cares for, but you being the one who's taken care of his twins, saw through his evil-stricken ways, and forgives him for it, so devoted, loyal, who had claimed his heart long before he did yours just by being a kindness, a weakness in his gloomy, formidable nature. he wants you. so wrapped up in his ideals of this perfect child there is no way he isn't fucking you every night until you're pregnant. even after then, he's still pouring himself into your swollen belly because he can.

just so much breeding...you get addicted to it, to the way it pools inside you, hot and lewd, branding you as his. "breed me daddy, give me your baby." you whimper as your eyes go cloudy, staring up at him and pleading for it.

he groans at the sight of you like this, falling in love with him a little more, "look at you...how you're begging for it. nothing but a little cumwhore." with a grunt, he feels the last of his balls empty into your tight hole, his cock throbbing along your walls as your head falls back, feeling another thick rope flooding you, so much cum pumping inside it oozes out around him and down the crack of your ass, making a puddle on the duvet under you.

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you feeding off his contagious pride and ego, then turning into a little threatening, venomous thing yourself. glowing and feeling so proud that hes chosen you. that geto suguru has you alone in his arms, growling into your neck and kissing your lips like he wants to take your breath away, eating up your moans as you squeeze down on his entire length, reveling in the knowledge that it's all yours.

you give her a lecherous stare, a woman who has caught you and him in the middle of the act through a sliver of an opening by the fusuma. she could not believe the scene before her. their master, naked and defenseless, his back faced towards her, only getting a glimpse of his clenching muscles, the strangled noises escaping him with each rise and fall of hip hips, how he's holding you up like you weigh nothing. there's a line of your juices flowing, droplets falling to the mat below you, hitting the floor with loud plops.

it was easy to tell who held the reins here. despite your positions, the predatory look on your face said otherwise, the fact that it was their master, who was a force of nature, who had never lost a fight, now wholly submitting to you in full view. you raise your voice a little higher, eyeing her as he pumps his cock deeper, faster. wanting her to hear it, see it for herself.

you give her a cruel smirk. once naive, you now do nothing now to feign innocence, pretending that you don't know exactly what you're doing. taunting, luring her in and she can't look away from you. with a sharp glare, curling a hand possessively around his neck, your face clearly reads: 'he's mine.'

leaning in to kiss him, you feel him smile in lieu of saying what he knows. that a sorcerer like him would have felt her presence from a mile away, how you're playing this game with him. he loves it, isn't bothered by your jealousy when it's what makes you reach down to rub his cum over your clit before having it cream over your fingers, bringing it to your lips and sucking them off, licking them clean.

you, yourself (diluc)

pairing - diluc ragnvindr x gender neutral reader

word count - 2552

genre - angst with comfort

format - fic

warnings - changing yourself for the sake of others, crying, one sided discourse

summary - after a long day of work and fueled by exhaustion, diluc impulsively says some things he doesn't mean to you, his lover, and is confused when the next day you aren't acting like yourself and more like him.

a/n - yeah this is heavy. changing yourself to please others really sucks. additional note, the reader is a bit stylized for plot purposes meaning they have a bit of a personality to them but i still hope it makes for a good angsty experience. there'll be more of this topic with the other characters i write for which is why diluc's name is in brackets :)

content under the cut!

if master diluc were to embody wispy shadows and the darkness of night, you were a basket of sunshine and embodied warm, fuzzy bumble bees.

diluc himself wasn't exactly sure how he'd managed to fall at your feet, heart on his sleeve instead of locked away behind his chest. for someone who lives in the dark, you were the end of the tunnel, his bright light. he'd managed to stumble his way into love and yet you welcomed him with open arms, took his hands and said "we'll do it together."

you were no different, always the bubbly and cheerful one you'd found yourself at a loss for words when one day you realized the elusive and mysterious master diluc had captured your heart. in a way his liking to the shadows and quiet demeanor drew you in not unlike a moth to a flame.

you weren't total opposites though, after all a relationship needs to have some middle ground. you both loved chess, private time, and a good book in the early moments of evening when the crickets in the bushes that surrounded dawn winery had yet to come out.

a bit of an "oddball couple" (as kaeya affectionately referred to the pair of you), it wasn't uncommon for many locals to see your hand intertwined with the wine tycoon's as you walked towards angel's share—you rambling on about a pretty butterfly or the like you'd seen during your commissions today, while diluc simply nodded and listened along with a loving smile on his face.

diluc at first was hesitant to reach out to someone so luminous like yourself. where you thrived in light he lurked in shadows and he wasn't all that sure that his affections would manifest into anything meaningful. he can still fondly recall your comment on his perception: "to hell with opposites! i like you, you like me, that's all that matters!" you had said with the biggest grin you had to offer.

and you were right, despite your differences the only fact that mattered was that you loved each other. you both believed so at least.

but as of late, diluc's patience had been running thin. the lack of sleep combined with hours upon hours of work both for his business and for the protection of mondstat left him weary and lethargic. by the end of the week he felt little more than a shell of a man.

today, he'd woken up with a glorious three hours of sleep to his name, left in a hurry without the breakfast you carefully prepared (to which he deeply apologized with a kiss on your cheek), sat through countless boring meetings, and sifted through mountains of transportation and quality check documents.

by the time he was to bartend at angel's share for the night, the exhaustion was visible on his sullen face. the shot glasses in his palms felt as heavy as lead, and though drink orders came in through one end of his ear, they always exited out the other side like the faintest of winds. and something else brewed quietly within the confinements of his mind: anger fueled by exhaustion and frustration. he'd almost snapped at a nearby drunkard but managed to reign himself in, though he didn't know how long he could keep it up.

"maybe you should take a break boss..." diluc was brought back from his thoughts into reality when charles placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"...i'm fine," he meant to mumble, but it emerged from his lips more like a sour grumble.

he turned to resume mixing drinks when your hand came to rest upon his knuckles, stilling his movements.

"actually charles, he'll take you up on that suggestion. come on diluc." you gently pried the glass away from him.

"(y/n)." from his stern eyes and warning tone alone you could tell he wasn't happy with your interjection.

"i'm sorry, but you need some rest, even for just a few minutes." you smiled apologetically and took him by the arm, pushing the back entrance door open in the process.

the cool night air did little to calm the simmering anger and frustration that had been swimming in the deepest pits of his stomach for the past few days. in an attempt to get a grip on himself, he leaned his forearms on the wooden beams and massaged his burning temples with the tips of his fingers.

"feeling better?" with a gentle smile you placed your palm on his shoulder.

"...quite." he grunted, though his grainy voice betrayed his response.

"you don't really think i'd believe that right?" your teasing smile fell when he made no move to reciprocate or validate your comment. "you've been working so hard lately," you paused to collect your thoughts, and tried to pick up the mood with your signature brightness, "but on the bright side at least you've accomplished so much! i'm very proud of you and you should be proud of yourself too." still, no answer from your lover.

heaving a heavy sigh, you spoke up once again. "you're doing your best no matter what, i hope you realize tha-"

"must you always be like this?" the atmosphere suddenly grew cold and bitter, as did his voice.

"be...be like what?" your smile grew confused and began to feel out of place on your face.

"you drag me out here in the middle of a shift and for what- for me to listen to your rambles again?" he sucked in a sharp breath through gritted teeth and met your puzzled eyes, the ends of his fingers dug into the polished wooden banister in front of him.

"di-"

"there's no end to it is there? you simply ramble on and on and expect me to listen but there's only so much i can take. archons forbid you ever shut your mouth for once." the eyes that had looked at you so fondly this morning now burned with quiet passion, as if the gentle flips of a fan over cooling embers had begun to rapidly move up and down. you stood in utter bewilderment and hurt, each syllable of his words slapping you across the face like a whip.

diluc however, seemed not to notice the utter look of pain on your face. the rims of your eyes began to pool with tears as you desperately looked at him for any sense of rationality.

"diluc could we talk-"

i simply do not have time for this, please excuse me." he scoffed and brushed past you back in through the doors of the tavern.

and all you could do was stand there, watching as his figure retreated past the wooden door, and let his words ferment in your mind as tears cascaded down your face.

the words you so badly wanted to speak got caught in your throat and coagulated in place.

***

diluc doesn't remember how he managed to fumble through his last shift at angel's share, nor does he remember exactly how he somehow stumbled home and flopped into bed still wearing his day clothes. what he does remember is the feel of your hand on his knuckles, and nothing else. everything was a blur mixed in with exhaustion and frustration.

the morning greeted him with an aching spine that sent shoots of pain down towards his legs. unconsciously, his hands stretched out seeking the warmth of your body...

...only to find your side of the bed cold. his eyes snapped open and, though blearily, he scanned the room in search of your figure. perhaps you'd simply gotten up to use the restroom or change clothes. but much to his bewilderment, you were nowhere in sight. your side of the bed had been neatly made. the satchel you usually carried everywhere hung from a nearby rack in the entrance to the bedroom.

confused, he managed to clamber off of his awkward sleeping position from the bed and went about his morning routine. the feeling of going through the motions of his morning felt off without you by his side, reminding him to brush in circles instead of straight lines, or adjusting the broach on his chest while he fumbled with the buttons of your shirt.

he finished up and pulled open his bedroom door, only to jump in surprise when you stood there, fist raised as if you were about to knock.

"good morning." you politely smiled, looking at him with loving eyes.

the minute you opened your mouth, diluc felt a sick feeling crawl up his spine. your voice, it was odd, something he couldn't place his finger on.

"good morning, my love." he pressed a swift kiss to your forehead.

"i've made breakfast." there it was again, your voice. something was wrong, despite the fact that you looked perfectly normal, even your signature smile was on full display.

as if to silently ask you if something had happened, he placed one of his large, warm hands on your shoulder, the other finding solace on your cheek.

"you could have woken me up. i thought you loved my pancakes?" he spared a teasing smile, just for you, but it fell flat quickly. usually you'd make a witty remark or tease him just the same. but instead you simply stood there, that same smile on your face, and took his hand.

"the food will get cold." you spoke quietly, tugging him towards the stairs.

he obliged and followed but the nauseating feeling eating away at diluc's skin hadn't ceased. something was wrong, he could feel it. and yet as you sat down in front of him at the dining table and cut into your waffles, you appeared perfectly normal.

diluc mimicked your actions and stuck his fork into a strawberry. he looked at you expectantly, knowing that during the morning at breakfast, this was where you'd eagerly talk about the activities you had planned for the day. and yet you sat, munching on your waffles surrounded by a thick fog of silence.

he cleared his throat and met your eyes. "darling, what do you have planned for the day?" instead of going on an animated rollercoaster of dialogue like you usually did, you merely shrugged your shoulders and stuck another bite of waffles into your mouth. diluc frowned, now he knew something was up.

when breakfast had finished, he tried to pull you aside from the hustle and bustle around the winery but you took off with the excuse of needing to get to the guild early.

while he went through the motions of his day, he couldn't get his interactions with you out of his head. diluc hadn't feel the presence of that spark you held that he loved so much. what remained felt cold, and empty. it was quite unlike you to hold your tongue and keep your voice down, it bothered him to no end.

while he sat through meetings, the only face he saw was your eerily calm one. while signing documents, he could only remember the unusual quietness of your voice. these thoughts taunted him all throughout the day, he ended up abandoning what little work he had done in order to catch you before you scurried off towards another commission.

luckily for him, he caught you just as you were cashing in your last commission as dusk began to fall.

"(y/n) i'd really like to have a word with you." he panted, having run all the way from the winery to mondstat. one of his hands perched itself his knee and the other softly gripped your elbow. you nodded and let him lead you to the lake behind mondstat's walls.

"is something the matter my love? you've barely spoken a word." with both hands he took your face into his palms and thumbed your cheeks. his brows furrowed, creasing in the middle, the worry no longer held closed behind the cages of his mind.

you heaved a deep sigh and cast your gaze towards the grassy floor coated in the last remaining rays of sunlight, in favor of staring into his searing red eyes.

"i'm just a bit scared." you mumbled, reaching up to grip his charcoal coat. "scared? of what? have you been threatened?" you couldn't help but silently laugh to yourself and shook your head rapidly.

"no, none of that. i just...wish not to upset you." dumbfounded, diluc could only look at you with confused eyes.

and suddenly he felt his heart drop to the deepest pits of his stomach. the words he'd spouted towards you out of pure frustration and exhaustion hit him like a ton of bricks as he looked through the fog that clouded his memory. concern and worry replaced themselves with an enormous wave of guilt as his horrified face looked towards you.

"(y/n) i- i can't believe i said that i-..." his grip from your shoulder slackened as he stepped back, raising a hand to his mouth as the guilt in his stomach swished and swayed like a torrential stormy sea. you fumbled with your hands, a bit at a loss for words.

"i just wanted to make sure you were okay...i didn't mean to make it worse...i'm sor-"

"no, no. do not apologize, i'm the one who should be groveling at your feet for forgiveness." he interrupted you, running his gloved hand through his frazzled locks.

"diluc..." you took his hand that had been gripping his mouth and held it in both of yours. "i won't lie, what you said hurt me deeply. but i know you were just exhausted and-"

"no, please. don't make excuses for me. i've made a mistake (y/n), but i promise you," his burning hands found their way into yours, gripping them with a passion you'd never seen in him before, "i meant none of those words. i love listening to you, i love your voice- archons you have the most lovely voice. please, even if you are to leave me i ask that you never hold your tongue-" he opened his mouth to speak more but you cut him off by slinging your arms around his neck and pulling him close to you in a comforting hug.

"i won't leave you diluc." you mumbled into his shirt.

diluc's hands hovered in the air before holding you to his body in a desperate grip. "i deeply apologize, no words could ever describe how sorry i am that you heard those vile words from me, my love." you felt his trembling lips fall upon your temple, then your cheek. you pulled your face back to look him in the eye only to find tears running down his burning face. with a smile—a genuine smile—you rose your hands up and wiped away the streaks from his face.

"thank you, i really appreciate the apology." you pressed your forehead against his and brushed your noses.

he buried his face in the crook of you neck and breathed words you only rarely ever heard from him: "i love you." of course, you never needed to hear him say it to know how he felt, but whenever he did say it, he made sure to save it for just the right moment.

"i love you too diluc, thank you." you planted a kiss in his hair and buried yourself deeper into his embrace.

date published: june 25th, 2021

—❝ 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐦𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 ❞

✦ where they like to cum at

✦ feat. diluc, kaeya, ayato, albedo, childe

✦ warning: smut, 18+ content, minors do not interact

✦ disclaimer: afab!reader with no set pronouns, creampies (diluc), pussyjob (kaeya), temperature play (kaeya), nipple play (kaeya + ayato), implied cunnilingus (kaeya), implied cum eating (kaeya +childe), boobjob (ayato), cumshot (albedo + ayato), thigh job (albedo), blowjob (childe), fingering (childe), unedited

Diluc can’t help but cum inside of you. It’s his favorite spot whenever. Feeling your legs pull him in deeper, girthy cock stretching you out and pounding in your deepest spots repeatedly—it’s an addictive feeling.

He wants to continue feeling your walls flutter down on his veiny cock, massaging your walls, tip poking and nudging on your clit. You can hear him grunting, lifting your leg up to try to get even deeper inside of you, curving himself up to hit the most delightful spot in your cunt. 

He couldn’t help lifting your head up, pressing his lips against yours tight as his eyebrows furrow. With his tip pressed against your cervix, he would come absolutely undone—his moans hidden away by his passionate kiss.

You can feel him twitching inside you as he empties out his heavy balls. As he lifts his lips up, moving to finally exit your warm cavern, his ruby eyes can’t help being completely enchanted by the thick river of white that's seeping from you.

Pressing his slightly chapped lips to your thigh, he can feel his cock springing back to life once more. 

Kaeya is an absolute tease. As he’s sliding in and out of you, his finger is tightly pressed against your throbbing clit—rubbing tight circles along it. His lips drag along your neck, nibbling down another spot to hear those precious gasps he adores so much. You can feel him smiling, his fingers pulling at your pebbled nipples with frosty hands.

His breaths are getting hire and hire as he feels his stomach-churning desperate for a release after edging himself for so long. He pulled out hearing you whine out, rubbing the tip and length of his tanned cock along your puffy, dripping folds back and forth.

Hearing you gasp again as he made it cold, tapping part of it roughly against your clit was finally the tipping point. As he loudly croaked your name, a pool of his cum oozed from your folds making it an absolute mess.

As you whine and complain that you didn’t reach your high, Kaeya only laughs, pressing the flat of his tongue along your cum-stained pussy. Don’t worry, you’ll never have to fear about him being a selfish lover. He takes pride in having you tug on his hair, crying out his name for the umpteenth time.

Ayato absolutely loves making your pretty chest dress up in his cum. The absolute smirk on his face as he commands you to play with your pretty pussy, watching your slick drip from your fingers and onto the floor, as he presses the mounds on your chest together along his cock thrusting up towards your chin. 

He couldn’t help biting his lip to prevent the moans wanting to escape seeing your lips tremble, eyes gazing down wondering when he would finally cum. You could feel his balls slapping against your abdomen with every thrust, with his fingers something brushing down to play with your stiff nipples. 

As he finally unravels, laughter mixed with his moans, watching his translucent cum spurt out along your chest, some of it managing to escape all the way up to your neck. He only slapped down on the moans causing you to gasp before lifting your head up with his fingers. 

You truly know how to entertain the head of the clan. Now it was only fair you had some fun too, right?

Albedo's favorite place to cum is actually your thighs. Whenever he managed to turn you to the side, he would somehow slip out of your needy cunt, instead thrusting between your soft and plush thighs. Even as you murmur he wasn’t inside of you anymore, he didn’t respond—wholely caught up in the pleasure. 

You could hear his mumbles, repeating your name softly in your ear with his eyes shut closed. His hand simply snaked around your upper thigh, to press them together even more. You shifted your hips, as another shaky moan comes from him.

You can’t help but gasp, watching as his cum finally shoots out of him, staining your thighs and the sheets with his shame—all he could do was keep thrusting and whining and you felt him get hard once more.

You weren’t expecting the alchemist to flip you over pumping his hardening cock repeatedly before entering your sensitive inside again. His eyes were finally open this time, simply watching his cum slowly drip from your thighs.

Childe is so mean, as his favorite place to cum is on your face. Something is so primal about it, as a dark grin always manages to creep on his freckled face. Hearing you slurp and gag as you pressed your mouth deeper against his cock, bobbing your head up and down was a sight that will be etched in the redhead’s memory.

Even as he lazily plays with your pussy, he can’t help pushing you away, before getting up—the grip on his cock tight as he tugged on it repeatedly. As he jerked himself off, he couldn’t help sometimes slapping the length of it along your cheeks seeing you jolt and close your eyes. He even presses his pretty pink tip and drags it along your soft lips.

And when he finally cums, he will be sure to smear it all across your cheeks and face—muttering just how much prettier you are with his cum seeping from it.

He can’t even help coming in for a kiss, tasting the saltiness from his essence. Don’t worry though, his fingers are already plunging and curling inside of you, a reward for being such a good sport.

honey, call me honey

summary: kaeya’s presence has always soothed you, grounded you against the fraying whiplash of the storm. until it doesn’t, and suddenly you’re untethered, trying to find your way back.

pairing + wc: kaeya x gn reader, 5.8k

genre: hurt/comfort, miscommunication/misunderstanding trope

tw: anxiety, overthinking

notes: i hate the miscommunication trope but for kaeya it made too much sense. this is mostly just some baseless hurt/comfort and a character study. listen to honey by trace while u read (if u want) ty to @reddriot and jupiter for beta help ♡ there’s a taglist for on my pinned post if u so desire ?

you’ve just finished clearing out a hilichurl camp - it was easy work, the rain made your electro vision particularly powerful - and you’re heading back to the knights’ headquarters. rain slicks the road with mud, your boots slip and your clothes are soaked, but it’s quiet out. the skies are dark with an oncoming storm. something tugs inside your chest; you can feel the lightning building in the air, it fizzes on your tongue like champagne or the numbing spices in liyuen cuisine.

the guards at mondstadt’s gates greet you, tucked back under the eaves of the guard towers so as to avoid the rain. you wave back - it barely qualifies as a wave, just a hesitant hand raise as you glance up and then train your gaze back on the muddy ground. water runs between the cobblestones of the street. you track it with your eyes; you don’t need to look up to get back to headquarters, back to kaeya.

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