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EREN AND ARMIN SANDWICH, YES.

I’ve come to ask you to imagine pulling at Eren’s hair during sex.

Thoughts?

ANON CMON, WHO WOULDNT HAVE THOUGHTS ABOUT THAT?

I can see Eren going down on you, right? Legs buried between your blush thighs, mouth doing magic on your sex like it was his job. He’s relishing in every moan that falls from your pretty lips as his tongue drags itself over your most sensitive area.

Those emerald eyes of his are glowing as they stare up at you, watching the way your body shakes and trembles with every touch. Your hands make your way into the mess he calls his hair, weaving your fingers through each lock until they were fused together. The feeling of his teeth grazing at you makes the grip you have on him much tighter. You can’t help but pull him closer into your bucking hips.

The action makes those eyes of his roll right to the back of head, a moan escaping his mouth at the same time. It was so hot every time you pulled his hair. He could feel his cock twitching against his tightened pants. He had to make you do it again.

The more he teases you, the harder you pull.

And the harder you pull, the more he wants you.

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BUT YEAH, HAIR PULLING FOR EREN IS ON THE TABLE. HE LIKES IT.

I read a story from your blog some time ago but I didn't save it and I found you again just now🥺❤ I'm so hyped because I'm in love with your writing!! The Eren content is 👌🏻🥵 I wanted to ask if I could request an Eren piece where the reader is a busy woman and he's so needy for her attention that he gets whiny and there's humping and orgasm denial and stuff and she calls him a whiny bitch boy? Like there's something about that picture of Eren in my head that's just so freaking hot😳 Him getting pegged would be an added bonus😏😌

happy to oblige :)

dom!reader, sub!eren, pegging, cockwarming, orgasm denial, degradation

eren knows he should be patient. but he’s at his limit.

even though you told him to wait, even though you told him you were busy, he’s still barely managing to stifle his groans as he grips your collar with lithe fingers, desperately mouthing at the side of your neck with his lips and tongue.

“please…” eren whispers, his arms wrapped around your shoulders as he writhes in your lap on the couch, his legs fitted on either side of your hips, his right hole clenching around your strap. “i need to move—you’ve gotta let me…”

“i told you i’m busy,” you say calmly, putting one hand at the small of eren’s back to still his movements, your other hand flipping through a file you’ve placed on the nearby ottoman.

eren knows you have a report for work due tonight, and he’s still making a mess of your neck, whimpering in your ear, struggling not to rock back and forth onto your strap until he cums all over your crisp white shirt.

“i know, but-”

“did i say you could talk back to me?” you snap, and eren stills completely against you, his cock twitching against your stomach, staining it with pre. “what a whiny little bitch boy…can’t even handle a few hours of cock warming? i thought this is what you wanted.”

“it is what i want—fuck—” eren gasps as you lift your hips up once, fucking into him for a moment before stilling yourself completely. “please—i’m begging you, please-i need to cum..”

“as soon as i finish this report,” you answer calmly, before gripping the base of eren’s cock and squeezing. can’t have your little toy cumming too early…

sub!eren x dom!reader

sub!eren, dom!reader, gn!reader, finger sucking, praise, grinding, clothed handjob, nipple play.

Eren Yeager sometimes felt the pressure of his daily life affecting him, making him overwhelmed. He needed a relief. Needed to get his mind cleared, just for the night. Fortunately, he knew well who to call to help him.

“Aren’t you mesmerising, Eren ?”

Kneeling at your feet, hands tugging at your pants, Eren burried his flushed face in between your legs. You were sat on the edge of his bed, both of your palms groping and running through his messy brunet hair. Beautiful whines softly getting muffled by your legs, you continued your handwork on Eren’s scalp only to suddenly pull on it exposing his face.

You thanked the heavens for such an ethereal sigh ; pupils dilated, teary eyes and a dark red flush across his cheeks, neck and clavicles. Fuzziness taking over his stomach as you grabbed his chin, thumb gently caressing his red cheek. He slightly opened his mouth and didn’t need to explain what he wanted from you. You inserted the said thumb in his mouth, his saliva coating it while you pushed down his tongue making him gag.

“Oh c’mon pretty boy, be tougher than that..”

Your cooing voice resonated in his whole figure, and made the already hard length push against his pants, begging for stimulation. He didn’t even cared if you were going to let him finish or not, he just craved your rough hands on his complexion, your attention completely on him only. Two fingers going back to his mouth, he made sure to suck on them nicely, his gaze focused on your lustful eyes.

You pushed deeper into his mouth, tip of your fingers practically touching his throat. He almost bobbed his head on them in pleasure, letting out small whimpers when he went further down. You were fond of his noises, high pitched moans made you feel a knot in your stomach and you wanted to give him more.

“Do you want to get up here, beautiful ?”

He nodded his head as you patted your lap, the brunette quickly shifted to straddle you, face instantly hiding in the crook of your neck. You chuckled lightly at the gesture, absolutely adoring his vulnerable and shy state, far from the brattiness he usually showed with you. Hands resting on his waists, you felt his hard-on poking at you through the fabric of his pants. Eren didn’t realise that his hips were slightly moving back and forth on your thigh, trying to get a bit of pleasure from your legs.

Lifting up his shirt, you palmed his well defined abs only to grope his chest tightly, Eren was hurting so good that he accidentally moaned louder than he wanted it originally. You traced the outlines of his nipple, which were particularly sensitive to him. He squirmed in your lap, tugging at your shirt while his hips moved faster on your thighs.

“So eager, do you want to cum that bad Eren ?”

“Fuck, please talk to me more..” he whispered

You got a hand out of his shirt to place it on his bulge, palming it harshly.

“You’re such a good boy for me, always looking pretty, sounding beautifully and behaving so well..”

At each adjective you said, you stroked his dick through his pants as your neck got bitten by his teeth, trying to muffle the incredibly lewd sounds he was letting out. Eren attempted to bite your skin hard but couldn’t find the strength to do so, mind too focused on the pleasure he was receiving. He practically thrusted in your hand, hips moving frenetically like a dog in heat. He kept on repeating your name like a chant while you removed your hand from his shirt to grab a fistful of his long locks once again. Your partner was fond of the way your hand tugged at his scalp, exposing his bare neck inviting you to leave marks on it.

“You’re mine Eren.”

When the words finally let your mouth, it was your turn to bite his neck. Licking and sucking on the mark you left, Eren felt like his head could blow up in any second. You just had your way with him, knew his most sensitive spots and his deepest hidden desires. You knew he liked it when it hurts, when it stings and when it was rough. And that’s precisely how you were offering it to him.

“You’re taking it so well sweetheart, good job.”

“I’m not.. I’m not a sweetheart.”

Chuckling lightly while you pushed on his bulge even harder, orgasm finally approaching.

“You’re close to finish, I haven’t even touched you properly and you’ll release inside your pants like a stupid slut. So yeah, you’re a sweetheart.”

Each words added on to his lustful stimulation, causing a wet patch to form inside his pants fabric. He panted loudly and thrusted one last time with a long moan, that was probably heard by the entire building.

A (NOT SO) CLICHÉ STORY: THE PLAYER AND THE NERD

Hello! This fanfiction will most likely be split into two - three parts, so if you would like to skip to the smut then feel free to do so (once it is posted) or endure the cringey dialogue and infuriating behaviour of none other than Eren Jaeger.

WARNINGS - college!au, player!Eren, slow burn, studious!reader, kinda enemies to lovers (more reader finds Eren annoying), eventual smut.

SUMMARY (overall story) - Eren, campus player, tries to use his innate charm and poor flirting abilities to get you, studious and reserved, into bed. AKA, Eren tries to fuck reader, but instead gets fucked by reader.

CHAPTER SUMMARY - Eren notices you as you rush into class. Your studious and nonchalant nature intrigues him, he decides you will be his next conquest.

WORD COUNT - 2.8k

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PART ONE - AVOID EREN JAEGER (IT'S NOT AS EASY AS IT SOUNDS!)

The campus looks like an embodiment of an aesthetic autumn pinterest board as the second semester begins. The modern campus building looks rather out of place,however. It seems like it should belong in a sci-fi film, rather than complying to the overall dark academia tone the campus holds. Where the large, mostly glass building stands should be an old gothic styled structure looming over the walking grounds. However, you realise you don't exactly have the luxury to stand around and contemplate the lack of architectural accuracy as you are close to being late to your class.

 Upon entering the mostly full lecture room, you rush to find an unoccupied seat. The familiar face you find yourself next to smiles warmly, to which you return. 

One row and four seats to your left sits a half asleep Eren, with his chin resting in the palm of his hand. He spies you rushing through the door, along with three other students that are equally as late but not nearly as anxious about it as you appear. 

As soon as you are seated your laptop is pulled out, along with your notebook for extra notetaking. As soon as the lecture begins you are taking thorough notes, fingers typing away furiously at the keyboard. Alternatively, Eren sits with absolutely nothing but a smirk on his face as he watches. The quiet, ‘nerdy’ ones are always his favourite. They’re the easiest ones to charm - shy, probably insecure, girls like you can’t resist the charm and attention Eren provides. He decides you will be his next project. 

About halfway through the lecture - a presentation about a subject that does not correlate with the Mike Wazowski picture staring at you through the screen - the unnerving feeling of someone watching you becomes overwhelming. You could feel it the whole time, but now curiosity - and irritation - take over as you chance a glance over your left shoulder. Eren's intense eyes pierce straight into yours without hesitation or uncertainty, like he was waiting for you to look, to notice him. Although your face doesn't show it, you feel a sense of annoyance and regret wash over you. You know what this means. The watchful eyes, the look in those watchful eyes. How could you not know what it means, you've heard about it multiple times - in searing detail - from some of your closest friends that have fallen victim to the aforementioned eyes. This is the last thing you need, or want, right now. You now make a mental note to ensure you avoid Eren Jaeger at all costs. But once you see the slight smirk pull at his lips you know he won't let that happen. 

After class you hastily shove your laptop into its bag and try to collect your notebook before Eren could make any advances. It appears your stationary is plotting against you as your pen rolls off the edge of the table and onto the thinly carpeted floor. Before you can retrieve it, slender fingers wrap around it. 

"You dropped this," his voice is smooth like honey, you briefly wonder how many times he's practised perfecting this tone. 

"Thanks," without sparing a glance you take the pen from Eren's hand and throw it into your tote bag before flinging it over your shoulder. Eren steps in front of you before you can make a run for it. 

"I'm Eren, by the way. I just transferred into this class," you're not sure if it's you projecting, but he sounds very condescending right now. You know that he knows, that you know who he is. Everyone in this damn campus knows who Eren Jaeger is. 

You nod in response and try to step around him, to no success. 

"I didn't catch your name," he uses his height as an advantage as he leans forward, essentially trapping you between him and the table behind you. 

Giving him your name would mean signing away any chance of living a peaceful college life, however, it seems to be the only viable option. 

"Y/N." Still you don't look him in the eyes.

"Sorry, I didn't quite hear that," you know he's lying, with the teasing tone he says it.

"Y/N. My name is Y/N." Now you look him in the eyes. Eren smirks as he sees the confidence and conviction in your body language. 

Now he's convinced you're just a goody-good with a bratty streak. That's fine, he's dealt with girls like you before. A couple lingering looks and soft brushes of his fingers through your hair should break down that facade. 

"Nice to meet you, Y/N. I hope we can get to know each other," he even takes it a step further and bites his lip. You inwardly cringe, but stay nonchalant on the outside. 

One nod and fake smile later, and you've managed to step past Eren. You replay the encounter in your head and frown. This is definitely not what you wanted to happen on the first day of the second semester. 

As you reach the far end of the campus - five metres from the main streets of the city- you look back at the out of place campus building. You chuckle in amusement at the irony. Just moments before you were criticising the modern building for not fitting in, but now you have your own out of place problem. Eren Jaeger does not fit into your life. 

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The next day you, fortunately, do not have class and so you are able to have a day to devise a plan to avoid Eren. Not much time is spared to that thought,however, as you have work. You're in the middle of serving a lovely edlerly couple two flat whites and a singular piece of lemon cheesecake - to share for their fifty-second wedding anniversary as shared by the eccentric old lady - when the bell rings to alert you of entering customers. 

"Y/N! Hey."

After placing the tray down on the table and warmly telling the couple to enjoy their meal and anniversary, you look up to attend to the voice that greeted you. Big brown eyes and a matching brown ponytail accompanies a bright smile that belonged to none other than your friend, Sasha. Her arms outstretched and pulled you into a death-grip hug. She always was a strong hugger. 

"Hey Sasha, it's been a little while since I last saw you," you try to remember the last time you saw her. It must have been nearly about two weeks ago at a mutual friends party.

"Tell me about it, how have you been?" 

Before you could answer you notice another familiar face behind her. Your friend, Armin. As you smile and step aside to greet him, another figure steps out from behind him. 

Oh you've got to be kidding me, you think before you turn round and march back to the counter. 

Eren stands smugly smiling beside a confused Sasha, and equally confused Armin. 

"Hey, fancy seeing you here, huh," his tone is cocky and teasing as he rests his palms on the counter; tall frame leaning forward. 

"What can I get you?" Your tone is flat, face void of emotion.

Eren chuckles in amusement at your nonchalant demeanour. 

"Have you two met before?" Sasha appears beside Eren, Armin following shortly after. 

"No."

"Yes."

The tension is sickeningly thick as your two friends share a confused look. 

"What can I get you guys?" 

"Oh, Armin and I will just have our usual, thanks," Armin nods in confirmation.

"Eren?" Armin gestures toward Eren - who has not stopped eyeing you.

"Well, this is my first time here so I'm not too sure," he leans closer as he pretends to be extra interested in the menu behind you. 

"How about you guys find a table, I'll probably take a while to read through the menu." 

Dread punches you right in the fucking face. 

Sasha and Armin nod before finding a vacant table in the far corner, oblivious to your pleading eyes - you're silently screaming at them for leaving you alone with this absolute chad.

"I'll prepare their order, while you read through the menu," you quickly turn around to make the coffee before Eren can protest.

Through the ambient sounds of the desert store, you can hear Eren's amused chuckle. The familiar burning of someone's eyes watching your every move is overwhelming. 

"Have you decided yet?" You turn around to face Eren, whose eyes are dangerously low. The realisation of where he was looking, assumingly this whole time, causes an embarrassed blush to rise on your face - much to your dismay but to Eren's amusement. 

"The cakes here look delicious," the innuendo makes you want to implode but you try to appear unfazed, calm. 

"Yeah, they're made in the store," professional. That is the mindset you must remain in.

"I'm sure they are," he gives you a suggestive smile, leaning closer. 

"Would you like me to recommend some favourites?" 

Eren now hunches down, eyes level with yours, and folds his arms on the counter. 

"Sure."

"I'd recommend the matcha tea cake. It's the perfect balance of sweet and slightly bitter," you recite the statement with false enthusiasm, a ritual you often have to perform with customers. 

"Mmh, just how I like them."(a/n omg this dialogue is so cringey, but I'm trying to portray Eren as a cringe playboy please bear with me :') )

You nod in response wishing he would hurry up and order so he can leave. Unfortunately there is no line of awaiting customers behind him. 

"Okay, one slice of that and I'll tell you what, surprise me with the drink, yeah?" 

You're sure a cup of water and spit would be surprising, but so would you being unemployed.

"Coming right up," you give a sickeningly sweet (fake) smile. The bell rings again and another customer comes inside.

"Morning, Y/N," it's a regular, your saviour. 

With that, Eren stalks back to the corner where Sasha and Armin are sitting, immersed in a conversation about why potatoes are the foundation of civilization (Sasha's point, not Armin's). 

It seems Eren is inable to pull out a chair quietly as his harsh actions causes a loud screech to ring throughout the store, piercing through the ambience. Armin and Sasha conclude their current conversation (argument) and both turn to Eren. Eren leans back in his seat, legs spread and his hands in his hoodie pockets. 

"So, how do you know Y/N?" Sasha leans forward, elbows resting on the table in curiosity. 

"Yeah, I mean we've never introduced you two before and from what I know you've never had a class together," Armin's own curiosity shining through. 

Eren scoffs at his friend's interrogation. 

"Why is it so weird I know her?"

"Uh, because you're definitely not the type of person she would befriend," that makes Eren frown. What does Sasha mean by that?

Armin notices the offended look on Eren's face.

"Uh, I think she just means Y/N isn't a very sociable person so without being prompted it's unlikely she would try befriend you," his attempt to diffuse the situation seemed to work as Eren visibly relaxed and slouched further into the seat. 

"We're in the same class, 's all," Eren pulls out his phone, which has been buzzing non stop since this morning from texts sent by the long list of girls he slept with last week. He doesn't even remember half of these people but responds half-heartedly nevertheless. 

If -a big if, Eren thinks - this pursuit of you doesn't go as planned then he knows he has a long line waiting, begging to get into bed with him. But as Eren catches your eyes - that immediately diverge away - he decides there's no way he's going to give up until he has you screaming underneath him. 

You approach the table with a tray of three drinks and three cakes, all different from one another. You place Armin's and Sasha's in front of them, then Eren's last. 

"Aaahh, look at you, you're beautiful!" Sasha cooes at the cake in front of her. 

"Thank you, Y/N. " Armin keeps it polite as usual. 

"Enjoy," you hold the now empty tray against you and walk back to the counter as another customer enters.

Eren inspects the vibrant green cake in front of him, appreciating the layers divided by a layer of light green icing. He brings his fork up to the cake, and gently pushes it down, cutting through each layer. Eren brings the piece up to his mouth, his taste buds exploding in flavour. Just as you described, sweet and bitter. He lets out a satisfied hum, which sounds dangerously close to a moan. 

Once the trio finish their drinks and cakes - which were consumed in mere minutes - you return to retrieve the empty plates and cups. 

“Let me help you with that.” Eren takes the plates from you as you seemingly struggle with balancing everything. You don’t even have time to protest as he smiles down at you and gestures for you to walk. With a stubborn huff you stalk back to the counter, to the kitchen area and place the cups in your hands in the sink.

“Thank you,” you nod towards Eren and retrieve the pile of plates from him.

“No problem,” Eren places his now empty hands on the counter and leans forward, resuming the same position he did when he first came in. 

Upon your return from behind the counter, you are not so surprised to see that Eren was still there. 

“Have any plans tomorrow?” His voice is smooth as he talks with a slight smile.

“I have class. The same class as you.”

“Oh shit, you’re right,” he lets out a dismissive chuckle, you internally frown at his inability to remember his timetable.

“How about after that? Are you free?” 

“I have work.”

“Well, that’s just too bad,” he shakes his head, but keeps the smile on his stupidly attractive face. 

“I guess so,” your voice lacks playfulness, remaining rather unbothered. 

“Eren, we’re going now,” Sasha appears next to him.

Eren’s eyes remain on yours, seemingly searching for something that you’re unsure of. 

“I guess I’ll see you tomorrow, Y/N,” he stands up straight now, hands retreating to the depths of his pockets.

“I guess you will.”

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This morning you find yourself walking into class early, much to your delight. You sit down in the same spot you did last time, except the seat next to you is now vacant. As you are in the middle of pulling out your laptop and notebook, you noticed a tall figure occupying the space next to you.

“Not late this morning?” You recognise the teasing tone.

You don’t respond, instead just shake your head no, without even sparing a glance at Eren. He just chuckles and takes the seat behind you. 

Soon the professor walks into the room, his  booming voice soaring over the rows of students, announcing that the class will begin.

“We are going to begin a new project today,” this is met with quiet groans and face palms by a few students around you.

“This project requires you to work in pairs, that I will randomly assign, and-”

The rest of his sentence is going through one ear and out the other as your mind races. Knowing your luck, you will be paired with Eren. 

“I will now assign the pairs.”

You listen in anticipation as the professor lists names that will be paired together. You watch students look at each other and smile, some looking around awkwardly as they don’t recognise the person they are paired with. 

“Y/N L/N and-” please no, please no, “ Eren Jaeger.”

You almost scream out of despair. 

As the professor continues to list names, you feel the burning eyes staring into you from behind. Once the professor concludes the lesson, encouraging everyone to have a nice day and to make headway on the project, there is a symphony of chairs pulling against carpet and bags being zipped. 

“Well, isn’t this a coincidence, or maybe fate?” Eren stands in front of you, bag slung over one shoulder, hands in his pockets as he stares down at you. 

You stare unamused at Eren. 

“Your place or mine?” The question causes you to audibly gasp which elects a satisfied chuckle from Eren. 

“For the project? Don’t get ahead of yourself, princess,” the pet name makes you inwardly gag.

“I have work tomorrow, I finish at 3. Why don’t we meet then?” A flash of disappointment crosses Eren’s face, but is quickly replaced by his signature smirk. 

“Sure thing. See you tomorrow, princess.” 

You remain in your place as you watch Eren’s figure disappear out of the door. 

It seems your agenda to avoid Eren Jaeger just got harder.

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Apologies for the slow burn, but trust me, there will be smut! Anyway, I hope you have a lovely day/night (っ ͡ᵔ ㅅ ͡ᵔ)っ🎔

I also realised this is my first non Hyunjin fanfiction on here hehe. I do have many anime character fanfictions in my drafts so if you're an anime fan look forward to those! ♡

MONDAY MOANING

Hello! Another Eren Jaeger thirst ♡ From my fics you can definately tell that I have a weakness for men with long hair....

Warnings - sub! Eren, voyerism, brief mention of dom!reader x sub!Armin, masturbation (solo m!), anal play (solo m!), nipple play (m!receiving and solo m!), Eren masturbating to you ♡

Summary - Eren often wakes to a hard cock and dirty thoughts about you, but lately they've been occuring more often after witnessing you fucking Armin. So, in a desperate haze, Eren fucks himself to the thought of you.

Word Count - 1.2k

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This was something that Eren was used to; awakening to a hard, leaking cock. It happens very often, more often than not, but it has only increased over the past month. Ever since you. Previously, you and Eren were friends, really good friends but about one month ago his platonic feelings towards you took a turn. A sexual turn. It was his fault, really, he should've minded his own business. But minding his own business has always been Eren's weakness. It happened at a party one night, everyone was a little tipsy and the overall mood was light and fun. Eren had been watching you all night, something about you had seemed different, maybe it was the fact that you just looked extra beautiful tonight, or the fact that Eren was so sexually fraustrated, or perhaps a combination of both. Whatever the reason, Eren couldn't stop watching you. So when you grabbed Armin's hand and led him upstairs, his inability to mind his own business caused him to follow you both. He watched you disappear into a room and despite his sober consciousness yelling at him to stop, don't be a fucking pervert, his drunk side overtook him and he opened the door - just a fraction to see the sight that changed everything. You were straddling Armin's lean body, his wrist pinned above his head with one of your hands, your other hand had his shirt pulled up so you could pinch at his nipple as your lips sucked at his neck. Eren watched in awe as you grinded down against Armin, hips moving in such a rhythm that it had Armin whining and squirming under you. Eren knew he shouldn't be watching, he knew it was wrong but when he saw you lift your shirt over your head, breast on display he couldn't bring himself to walk away. Eren felt himself grow hard as he watched you kiss down Armin's body and devour his cock. The way you teased Armin made Eren twitch in his pants. Eren's breath hitched as he listened to you coo and degrade Armin, calling him a "desperate slut," and "your pretty whore," Eren wanted to whine. He wanted to be your slut. He wanted to be the one whining and squirming under you. That night Eren jerked off, in the open hallway, to the sight of you bouncing up and down on his best friend's cock. He came into his hand, and the floor in front of him, as you moaned and called Armin your "good boy". 

Ever since that night, Eren has came time and time again to the thought of you dominating him, ruining him, fucking him.

Which leads to him now, hand sliding down his torso, under his sweatpants and around his leaking cock. Eren's breath hitches at the contact. He whines as he pushes his sweatpants off his tan legs, exposing his leaking cock. His tip leaks sticky precum which he uses as lubricant. Eren moans as he swipes his thumb over his sensitive tip, back arching off of the bed as he imagines your piercing eyes looking at him in disgust. How you would chastise him for being such a needy slut, a dirty boy. Eren brings his hand to his mouth and slips his fingers between his lips, the pads of his slender fingers slide against his tongue. He whines at the salty taste of his precum but continues sucking around his long digits until he's humming around them, hips rolling up in desperation. Once his fingers are lubed up he pulls them out, a string of saliva following. Eren reaches his wet fingers down to his needy hole that clenches around nothing at the thought of being stuffed by you. Eren teases himself, fingers rubbing over his hole, causing a shudder to ring through his body. The feeling of his wet fingers drawing circles around his fluttering hole has Eren's cock leaking more precum until finally he lets his fingers slip past and inside the tight ring of muscle. Eren's back arches deliciously at the intrusive feeling. He stills his fingers and allows himself a moment to adjust. That moment is short lived as Eren grows needy and impatient. He needs more. His fingers slowly thrust in and out, his walls clenching tightly around his digits. Eren's free hand grips the sheets as his chest rises and falls with each thrust of his fingers.

"F-fuck," his voice is breathy, and the remenants of sleep are still present. His head lolls from left to right before pressing back into his pillow. His fingers gain speed and depth as he grows more desperate for friction. 

"A-ahh, yes, yes," Eren can't recognise the whiny voice that pleads to an imaginary you. The hand gripping the sheets goes to play with his nipples to replicate the way you were brushing your fingers over Armin's. A whiny moan is pulled from Eren's lips, his eyes rolling back at the tingling sensation. 

"So g-good," he smiles at the pleasure that is steadily building. Desperate for more, Eren rolls over onto his stomach and lifts his hips up, hard cock hanging between his legs, leaking thick strings of precum. Eren re-adjust his hands and reaches back to let his fingers slip into his hole. The change of position allows Eren to reach deeper, and his legs shake at the feeling. He rocks back into his fingers, eyes screwed shut, mouth open as he lets out moan after desperate moan. He fucks himself faster, harder as he imagines it's your fingers curling inside of him. 

"A-aah, mommy. F-fck, more please," Eren pictures your smirk as you speed up the pace to a brutal one, thrusting your fingers in and out of his sloppy hole without mercy. Eren can feel the tension in his stomach build as he nears his edge. His face falls against the sheets, drool pooling around him as he rocks back and forth against his fingers. 

"Nngh, fuckfuckfuck," his free hand is quick to reach for a pillow to put under him. The soft fabric rubs deliciously against his throbbing cock. He moans out, nearly screaming at this point, your name like a mantra falling from his lips as he imagines you praising him, encouraging him to let go. "Cum for me," he imagines you snarling into his ear. He curls his fingers as his hips shudder against the pillow. 

"Aahhh, mommy, fuckfuck, Y/N!" Eren cries out, tears falling from his lash line as he cums, hard. His cum paints the pillow, his stomach and the sheets. He shakes through the orgasm, legs threatening to give out from the intensity. His fingers slowly grind against his prostate to prolong the euphoric feeling. As the pleasure morphes into pain, Eren stops, fingers leaving his clenching hole to instead grip the sheets as he shakes with sensitivity. His face is pushed flush against the sheets as he tries to calm his breathing down. 

"Wow, wasn't that a show." The sound of your voice causes Eren to jump and whip around. His eyes widen in absolute terror as he sees you leaning against his doorframe. 

"Y/N, it's not what it looks like, I swear," before he can come up with a lame excuse, you step forward and raise a hand to silence him.

"Hmm, it looks like you were being a dirty little slut, fucking yourself to the thought of me," you inch closer to Eren, whose cock is growing impossibly harder at your words. Eren whines in response, thighs closing in anticipation.

You smirk at his actions. 

"Well, if that's what you wanted I hope you're ready, because we're not stopping until I'm satisfied, baby boy." 

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As you can tell I have a soft - hard - spot for Eren Jaeger. He is just so breakable, mans makes me feral.

I hope you have a good day/night ♡♡

A (NOT SO) CLICHÉ STORY: THE PLAYER AND THE NERD

Hello! Here is the long awaited part 2 to the sub! Eren fic. I apologize for how long it took - like three months ¯_( ͡👁️ ͜ʖ ͡👁️)_/¯ - but it is now here. There will be one last part (which will be all smut, oof) Please enjoy <3

Warnings - sub!Eren, dom!reader, f!reader, cringy Eren, college!au, use of petnames (princess, pretty boy), making out

Chapter Summary - Eren continues to woo you into submitting to him, however, after his plan backfires he finds himself in a comprising position.

Word count - 4k

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PART TWO - CHANGE OF PLANS!

There were exactly twenty-five minutes until your shift ended. You stared at the clock like you had a personal vendetta against it, hating every second that passed because that meant you were that much closer to meeting with Eren. That is if he remembered to show up. Which you prayed he wouldn't. Usually you would be angry if someone stood you up when planning to meet, but right now that sounded like the best thing ever. 

Ten minutes passed - fifteen minutes until the predetermined meeting time - when the bell rang to signal a new arrival. You were preoccupied stocking the refill napkins under the counter when you sensed a figure hovering over the edge of the counter. 

"Hi, sorry, I won't be a second," you struggled to balance the uneven piles of napkins on each other, the fragile structure threatening to topple over. 

"Take your time," once hearing that teasing voice you froze. Hesitantly you looked up to see Eren peering over the counter at you in amusement. 

You scramble to stand up, a little embarrassed to be caught off guard in a compromising position. 

"What are you doing here?" 

Eren chuckles at your annoyed tone, "you told me to meet you here, princess."

"I said at three, it's only two forty-five." 

"Well then, I guess I'll just wait for you." Eren flashes a wide smile at you, leaning forward.

"Go sit down then, I just need to finish a few things," before waiting for a response, you turn around to retreat into the kitchen. As soon as you are out of Eren's sight you grip the counter out if annoyance, eyes shut and lips parted to release deep breaths. Something about Eren annoys you to an extent that you can hardly describe. His stupid cocky smile, the playful hint in his eyes, his damn manbun and those stupid muscles. Oh. Oh. You realise something that deeply disturbs you. You find Eren very, very attractive. Eren, the cocky, unfaithful and arrogant dude that has slept with half the girls you know and who lacks any sense of commitment. Sure you never denied the fact that he is easy on the eyes but you feel attraction towards him. You realise your attraction runs deep, in a way that makes you feel a strong need to see him crying and begging underneath you. To watch him fall apart under your touch and whine for you to please let him-

"Hey, Y/N," the sudden intrusion startles you, causing you to jump three feet in the air. 

"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you." Your co-worker - a kind lady in her late fifties- approaches you with a warm smile, hands up in feign defence. 

"Seems like you were deep in thought, you didn't hear me call out the first time," she muses.

"I can take over now," she claps her hands together to reinforce her readiness.

"I still have ten minutes left on my shift."

"Don't worry about it, I see you have a handsome young man waiting for you out there," she raises her eyebrows suggestively. 

You blush a deep crimson, unsure of how to respond.

"See you Thursday. Have fun while you're young, love," she pats your shoulders and then gently pushes you towards the doorway, encouraging you to leave. After retrieving your belongings, you make your way out into the main area of the store.

Eren stands to the far left of the counter, absentmindedly scrolling through his phone. You approach him with a slight grimance on your face, the image of him fucked out beneath you nagging at your conciousness. Upon your arrival Eren quickly switches his phone off and turns all of his attention towards you. 

"Ready, princess?" The pet name makes you scoff, the urge to choke him overwhelming. Now that's an idea.  

You walk past him and up the stairs to reach the second level of the desert shop. You feel a little uneasy as you can feel the burning of eyes on you as you walk one step at a time.

The stairs open up onto a large floor with scattered tables and chairs, grand windows exposing the naked trees and passing strangers. A young couple - presumably teenagers - occupy one of the tables, huddled close and sharing a cake. You internally smile at the wholesomeness of the scene before you. They look so in love.

"I give them a week, two if I'm being generous," Eren leans down to whisper his uncalled for opinon into your ear.

"Not everyone is incapable of maintaining a long term relationship, Eren."

"Are you referring to me, Princess?" 

His voice makes him appear offended but his face lacks any sign of actually being hurt by your words. 

"Yes." You deadpan, which causes Eren to smile in amusement.

Before you can reach out for your chair, Eren's large hand grasps it and obnoxiously pulls it out, free hand dramatically gesturing for you to take a seat.

The stubborn, petty side of you wants to slap his hand away and pull out the chair yourself but you sit down while mumbling a thank you, nevertheless.

As soon as you are seated you take out your laptop and notebook from your bag.

Upon seeing this Eren laughs, "what are you doing?" 

The look that manifest on your face is a mix of confusion and slight irritation

"What do you mean?"

"Are you actually gonna do work right now?" 

The question leaves you dumbfounded.

"Um? That's the whole point of us meeting right now."

"And here I thought you were just trying to spend time with me," he leans his cheek into his palm, elbow resting on the table.

The confusion on your face is overrun by irritation.

"If you're just gonna play around, I'm gonna go," you reinforce your threat by standing, to which Eren straightens up, his teasing demeanour wavering.

"Hey, hey, I was just joking. Damn, you're really gonna make me work on a school project in my free time? Weeks before it's due? You are cruel, aren't you?" 

"Cruel? Oh, you have no idea," Eren quirks his brow in curiosity, internally debating what your words were alluding to. No words are spoken for several minutes as you set up a document for your and Eren's planning and research.

"So, I was thinking that I could cover areas one through to three, and you do four through to six. That is, if it's okay with you." 

Eren takes slow blinks at you, clearly not listening to anything you were saying. 

"Eren?" 

"Sorry, what was that?" He flashes a teasing smile.

An audible breath is inhaled by you, you have to remind yourself that this is for your education. 

"I'm just kidding, princess. Wow, you're really cute when you're mad." 

A quiet laugh is heard from two tables over, from the young couple that stares amusedly at the two of you. 

"Oh my god, they are such a cute couple," the girl whispers to her boyfriend. 

Upon hearing this your face instantly screws up. 

"Did you hear that, they think we're a cute couple," he leans forward, long strands slipping from his messy ponytail and fanning over his forehead. You almost reach forward to brush them away out of instinct, but very quickly stop yourself when you see how Eren eyes you up and down.

"We are clearly not going to get any work done, why don't I just share the project with you and we meet up another time," as you begin to shut your laptop and pack it away, Eren grabs your wrist.

"Hey, hey, sure we don't have to do work now but why don't we just hang out, yeah?" A strong 'no' hangs heavy in the back of your throat but for some unforeseen and unbeknown reason, you find yourself placing your hands flat on the table and nodding your head.

"Fine. But not for long, I have to get home to feed my cats," your arms cross in front of you defiantly and an annoyed pout pulls at your lips. 

"Oh, you have cats? I'm more of a dog person," Eren's hands retreat back to the edge of the table, fumbling with a sugar packet he plucked from the container in the middle of the table. 

"Well, I guess that's another thing we don't have in common." 

"Oh yeah, and what else don't we have in common, princess?" 

"Work ethic. Priorities, loyalty," you whisper the last one out of pettiness, and you know that was low of you but at this point you have little to no energy to play nice with Eren.

"What was that last one? Loyalty? Pfft, you're insinuating that I'm a player, right? Princess, all of the girls I've been with all come to me knowing what they're signing up for. That's on them, not me, sweetheart." Eren speaks in a nonchalant way, as if discussing his favourite ice cream flavour.

You scoff at his dismissiveness and arrogance. The urge to choke him while riding him increases. You're sure that would put him in his place, make him shut his pretty, but annoying, mouth. 

"Awe, are you jealous? If you wanted me to fuck you, you could've simply asked," Eren leans forward, loose strands of hair falling over his face. 

"Oh please, it wouldn't be me getting fucked," you snarl, arms folding over your chest, a heavy look in your eyes. Eren instantly leans back in surprise.

He lets out a breathy laugh, "and what does that mean?". 

Now it's your turn to lean forward, your hands rest on the table in front of you in a casual manner.

"It means, you wouldn't be fucking me, princess. I'd make sure to put you in your place and shut that pretty mouth up." 

The air becomes thick with tension. Eren cannot believe his ears. It seems that his perception of you; studious, innocent and a subby brat (just like every other girl he toys with) was wrong. The confusion and something unreadable drains from Eren's face and is replaced by his usual cocky smirk. Eren just figures you must be extra bratty, someone that's gonna put up a fight. 

"Ha ha, nice joke. We both know you don't have it in you to dom," Eren leans closer, so close you can feel the warmth of his breath, "you're just another little brat that needs to be fucked into line," he sits back, a satisfied smirk on his face. He felt victorious, like he hit a nerve. That was until he saw the look on your face. It instantly makes his stomach drop and his smirk falter. Your bottom lip is pulled under your teeth as you try your hardest to suppress your laughter. Your eyebrows are knitted together in a baffled manner. You really cannot believe that this guy, Eren Jaeger, manages to have tons of girls swooning over him. His arrogance and cringe inducing words make it very hard for you to understand the appeal. 

"Okay. For the sake of the project, I'm gonna give you my number and then I'm gonna leave, okay?" Eren's cold eyes blink in confusion, he cannot comprehend the situation at hand but once you slide a napkin with your phone number scribbled on it, he finally snaps out of it. Despite how much he wants to grab your hand and yank you back down, he also doesn't want to appear desperate. No way will he, Eren Jaeger, be seen begging someone to stay with him. Especially a brat like you. As he watches you pack up your things and give him a quick smile before leaving, he realises something.

There was no way in hell he was going to let you get away without submitting to him. Even if it takes all year, no one tells Eren what to do. 

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A couple days go by with no word from Eren. You haven't seen him around campus and haven't had the shared class with him, yet. You have a feeling today that will change as you enter the hallway leading to the lecture room and are bombarded with gossiping girls. Without even hearing their conversation, you just know that they are talking about Eren. With the way they are giggling and slightly pushing each other's shoulders in between said giggles. It seems you were right as you walk past them and catch wind of their conversation.

"Oh my god, I knew you were up to something when you disappeared! I wouldn't have guessed you all up on Eren Jaeger!" One squealed to her friend, linking her arm with the others.

"Please, it was more like he was all up in me, gosh, his reputation does not do justice, the man is a sex god! I swear he's the best dick I've ever had," you cringe at the information you really could've gone your whole life without knowing.

You quickly turn the corner to escape the squealing girls and push open the heavy lecture room door. 

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However, an important part of the conversation was missed by you as the following words would've been of great relevance. 

"Yeah, but when he came I'm pretty sure he moaned another girl's name," the girl folded her arms over her chest and pouted at the embarrassing memory. Her friends gasped and leaned in closer, angry and interested to know who could be occupying the great Eren Jaeger's mind.

"Whose name?" 

"I'm not completely sure, but it sounded like Y/N? I don't even know who that is!" 

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As if spoken into existence, Eren sits leaning back in his chair, mindlessly scrolling on his phone. You take your usual seat next to your friend and prepare for the class. Of course, with Eren around it is not a simple task. The burn of someone staring at you is making your skin itch but you try to ignore him. The professor walks in and the lecture commences. Usually, you would be focused and attentive throughout the entirety of the lesson, but a nagging voice in the back of your head keeps informing you that there are a pair of cold, piercing eyes staring at you. You give in to the voice and to no surprise you make contact with the aforementioned eyes. Eren smiles and lazily waves at you, you give a tight smile back, but from the fire in your eyes he knows it is far from friendly. Another hour passes before the professor finally comes to a conclusion, encouraging everyone to do the project and to remember to stay hydrated. Quickly, you pack up your things and rush out the door amongst a sea of students, hoping to slip out before Eren can stop you. 

It seems to be futile as Eren's musky scent clouds you as his hand lightly grabs your shoulder to turn your body towards him.  

"Hey, Princess. How about we work on the project today?" His question genuinely shocks you. Eren, the Eren, wants to work on the project. However, you know that there is something behind this as you don't miss the mischievous glint in Eren's eyes. 

"Sure, we can go to a cafe nearby or -"

"I was thinking how 'bout we do it at your place? You know, I can't focus in a loud environment, it's distracting." There it is. You just knew there would be a catch, an ulterior motive to Eren suggesting you both work on the project. (A.N please remember to not invite strangers into your home! Stay safe people!)

You scoff at his suggestion, the damn nerve of this guy, just inviting himself to your apartment. 

However, the irritation subsides and now you see that there is a hidden opportunity in this. A chance to finally knock him down a peg - with some pegging - and put him in his place. 

"You know what, sure. When are you free?" Eren's eyebrows raise in surprise, he is probably surprised that you compiled so easily and didn't put up a fight. But he is not about to let this opportunity slide.

"I'm free now, princess," his smirk is teasing. You smile, a real one this time, as you think that soon he won't be so smug. 

"What a coincidence, so am I."

"Well then, shall we get going?" Eren gestures his hand in front of you to encourage you to lead the way. 

"Follow me, pretty boy," the instant the pet name leaves your lips Eren is stunned. No one, no one, has called him pretty. Handsome, hot, sexy, even attractive are more common adjectives used to describe him. The pet name makes him blush and his smug smirk falters before he picks himself up and chuckles, pretending to rub something off his face to hide his red cheeks.

Luckily, the walk from the campus to your apartment is very short. The air between you both is quiet, however, it is thick with impending tension. You walk a step ahead of Eren, a smirk on your face as you plan out all the things you're going to do to him.

As you enter your apartment, Eren can feel the air shift. It makes him slightly on edge as he can't quite place what this building feeling is. You pay no mind, simply just venturing into your apartment and welcoming your cats as they curl around your ankles in greeting. 

"Hello babies," you coo and drop down to pat them. Eren watches in amusement, the tension he was feeling melting away as he reminds himself of his plan. His plan to finally make you submit to him, to make your bratty ass beg and scream under him. You approach Eren with a ball of fluff in your arms. The grey cat in your arms growls and hisses at Eren.

"Awe, he doesn't like you," you chuckle and let your cat run and hide from this scary looking stranger. 

"Pfft, this is why I don't like cats," he grumbles, lowkey offended by the cat's reaction to him.

"Hey, no cat slander here," you scowl at Eren, hands on your hips.

"You are just so cute," Eren muses, finger booping your nose. The action reminds you of your plan. 

"Well, should we get to work then?" The lack of reaction from you has Eren confused but he doesn't mind it. Instead he just follows you as you walk through the open living space and into a room - that turns out to be your bedroom.

Eren takes a moment to take in his surroundings, standing at the entrance of your bedroom and slowly looking around. He notices the sweet scent that fills the room, it smells of you. Sweet vanilla and your perfume. It makes his mind foggy, being completely surrounded by you. He is pulled out of his trance when he hears the bed make a quiet creek as you sit down in the middle, patting the space beside you. The image - you on your bed, beckoning him to join you - has Eren smirking. The bed dips under the weight of Eren's body. He's sitting so close you can feel the warmth radiating off of his body. 

"Is this where the magic happens?" He pats the soft bed under his palms, eyebrow quirk  in a teasing manner. 

"If by magic you mean school work, then yes," you reach over and retrieve your laptop from the bedside table. Eren huffs in both defeat and amusement at your comment. 

"Huh, you're no fun, princess," the bed quietly groans as Eren lays back on it. This change in position is almost too much for you. Seeing Eren laying flat on his back with his hands behind his head, eyes bright with mischief and desire. You could almost straddle him and get to work right now. But no. If you want to teach Eren a lesson, you have to be patient and wait for the right moment. 

"Stop calling me princess. And sit up, how are you gonna do work while you're laying down?" You gently slap his thigh to encourage him and the slight sting makes Eren jolt up. His face is burning bright red as he stares at you with a look of utter shock. The reaction only causes the burning inside of you to double. 

"That got you up, here read through this and tell me what you think," you try to act nonchalant as you pass Eren a small stack of highlighted and annotated notes relating to the assignment. With a shaky and uncertain hand, Eren retrieves the notes. He clears his throat in an attempt to regain some self control and composition. But as he's staring blankly at the notes - none of the information processing - all he can think about is the way your eyes darkened as you slapped him. The way the pain felt almost like pleasure and how he could tell you were only giving a glimpse of your strength; of what you could do. His eyes constantly flicker to you as you type away at your laptop, highlighting and annotating research. 

“What?” you say without even a glance at Eren. That causes Eren to straighten up and put his confident act back on. 

“I’m just getting bored here, princess. I mean, there are way more fun things we could be doing right now.” Eren drops the stack of notes beside him and shuffles so he’s closer to you. 

Let the plan commence. 

“Oh really? Like what, hmm?” you slide your laptop away from you and Eren is almost surprised at the fact you seem to be playing along with his finactics. Nevertheless, this only fuels his ego and so he places a light touch on your hand that slowly makes its way up your arm, stalling on your neck before finally cupping your cheek. You almost want to laugh but try to look at Eren with doe eyes. You want him to believe that he has the upper hand here, the control. Provide him with a false sense of security before turning the tables and teaching him his lesson. Eren smirks as he sees the innocent and compliant look in your eyes. 

There we go, I knew you were just a bratty sub, he thinks to himself. 

“Let me show you a fun time, princess, yeah?” Eren starts to rise, pushing you down on the bed until you are flat on your back and he’s hovering over you. 

“How?” you ensure to bat your eyelashes as you feign an innocent and naive look. 

“Like this,” Eren leans down and kisses you. You are surprised at how softly he does it, but then as you start to kiss back he hums in approval and deepens the kiss. His hand slides from your cheek to your neck where he places light pressure there. His tongue slides across your bottom lip before slipping inside your mouth. His mouth tastes of vanilla and it is honestly a little disarming just how good it feels. Now you understand the hype around this playboy. He knows what he’s doing. You pull away from him to catch your breath, as well as slide further up the bed until you're near your headboard. You beckon him to you and he complies with a smirk on his face. He slots himself between your thighs and slides his hand up your waist. Now that you can feel his confidence growing you start to push back a little. Eren moans into your mouth as you bite down on his bottom lip before running your tongue along it. You suck his tongue into your mouth while grinding your hips up into his. Eren shivers at the pleasure. You pull away from Eren’s lips and look at him with a dark look of lust that makes Eren’s breath hitch. That innocent and submissive look is long gone and now Eren begins to understand what is happening. However, he is too late as you flip him onto his back. Eren is disoriented by the sudden change of your demeanour and his position. His wrists are pinned down on the bed by your hands. 

You look down at Eren with a dominant and confident look that only makes his cock harder. You chuckle a little at the look of disbelief and surprise on his face. 

“Now, let me teach you a little lesson, princess,” you whisper into his ear before kissing down his neck. 

Oh shit, Eren thinks to himself as he feels his grip on dominance slip away with every kiss you place on his skin. 

This is only the beginning of what you have planned. 

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Please bare with me as I now try to write a very steamy and passionate smut scene that perfectly encapsulates how badly I want to fuck Eren up.

I hope you enjoyed it and please, have a good day/night <3

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