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(he made nico delete this when he found it)
Guys I keep reblogging my random interests instead of writing oh no
I’m vibrating I should of been became a Jaeger simp 🥴
dirty.
━━━━━━━━ eren yeager.
. . . headcannon format, fem!reader, throat fucking, oral (f received), switch eren, praise kink, rough play (yanking, spanking, choking, etc), dacryphilia, cum eating, facial, dumbification, unedited.
. . . taglist; @dejwrites @gabzlovesu @festive @erentoes @massivelynervousprincess @gumipawz @erenyeagerswhore @emomanswhore
mechanic!eren who shows up at your door with his lips upturned in a smile as he sees you, wearing this cute strawberry apron over your vintage white dress, your home smelling like a bakery. you look like a disney princess, smooth brown sugar skin and voluptuous curves. when you lock eyes with him, you can’t help but stutter when talking, nervously looking him up and down. he introduced himself as eren, chestnut dark hair long but messily thrown up into half a bun. he’s dressed in only a white tank, stained with patches of dirt. black jeans with boots and his heavy pouch on this side of his toned waist packed with tools.
mechanic!eren who follows you towards the issue after an embarrassing few seconds of checking him out, although the man clearly didn’t mind, smirking as he walked behind you, heavy feet thumping on the ground it gave you goosebumps, his eyes watching your hips sway as he chews his mint gum. you point to the sink that suddenly decided it didn’t want to work today, clogging for some unknown reason. when he brushes past you, you inhale his scent, a musky undertone mixed with his day cologne. he crouches down, your eyes catching his muscles tense as he pulled the cabinet open to check the pipes, nodding along to every soft word spoken from you. he tries to focus on his job, but he can’t help but constantly look your way, too adorned by you.
mechanic!eren who hears you excuse yourself, emerald irises twinkling as you skip away after hearing your phone ring, the heat on your neck rising to your face, flustered by his looks. he was a very pretty man. scratch that, sexy ass man. something about seeing him half dressed and coated with dirt had your inner thighs soaking. you get a call from a friend who’s supposed to be coming over for cake and mimosas, but cancels on you after having something come up. you’re saddened by it, biting your lip in thought after hanging up. maybe i should give eren some? you pout your thick lips, humming to yourself before looking into the mirror, seeing your attire and already sick of it. you decide to change, stripping from your cute sundress to a tank that matches eren’s, taking off your bra. slipping into a dark green leaf-printed skirt you randomly found on shein. it touches just above your ankles.
mechanic!eren who tries not to choke when he sees you come out, your hair wild in curls, the tank sitting just under your tits where your hardened nipples peak. belly piercing gleaming under the sun that hit into your pristine homey kitchen. your feet bare now, white toes bent as you jut out your hip. he clears his throat, staring blankly at the pipe in front of him before finishing his job. he’s on his back now, head under the sink and your eyes fixate on the way his arm bulk, the ball in his throat bobbing and his tongue between his teeth with focus.
mechanic!eren who stalks the movement of your legs as you make your way to the oven right beside him, putting on your oven mitts, removing the sweet scented cake. eren traces the curve of your back and your ass when you bent to pull it out, rolling his eyes at himself for being too much of a man. but to be honest, you’re no better than a man, unable to keep your sight off him. he’s pulling his head from under when you offer him a mimosa, to which he obviously accepts, standing tall, height overpowering yours. he takes the glass from your hand after watching you mix it, making small conversation.
“what kinda cake you bakin’?” his soft pink lips cover the glass, your thighs pressing tighter together as you listen to the audible gulp.
“chocolate on chocolate,” you kiss your teeth with a grin.
“i like chocolate,” eren hums, looking you up and down.
“mhm, i bet,” you bite back your giggle. his eyes are slanted, darker now, not as bright as they were when you first saw him. his hands are big, gripping the edge of your kitchen island, veins running up his arms. “you want some?”
“what we referring to?” he tongues his cheek, wiping his hands on his shirt.
“the cake,” you shake your head at him. you knew he was thinking the same thing as you. “why, you had something else in mind?”
“i don’t know, you tell me.”
mechanic!eren who smirks as you come towards him, biting your plump lips as you gawk at his torso, lifting his shirt to see his toned abs, fingers dancing around them until you’re tugging him forward by his belt, eren’s ginormous hands clutching either side of your face to kiss you hard with burning lust. he’s brick hard in his jeans, and when you rub yourself up against him, you can feel it. you keep your glare on him, moving your lips wetly with his, moaning when his tongue slithers over your own. he drops his hands to your ass, spanking you hard to pull you in closer, whimpering from his hot touch. he’s squeezing your ass now, fondling with the jiggly flesh, your body fucking godly.
mechanic!eren who forces you to your knees with his dark brows knitted, pulling his thick cock out for you to play with, swaying your ass side to side with anticipation, eren calling you a greedy little slut until he tells you to open your mouth, and you do, eren bending forward to spit into your mouth, telling you to hold it with your tongue out. then he’s sliding his dick into your mouth, hissing from the warmth and grasping your hair in his fists, rolling his hips to fuck your mouth. you keep your eyes open like a good girl, bobbing your head along to match his rhythm, his pretty hair falling in his greek god face.
mechanic!eren who likes the way you gag on it, taking him well and letting him fuck your throat as he pleases. your nails dig into his clothed thigh, spit dribbling down your chin, so enamored by the way his jaw slacks and he moans softly. he’s picking you up under your arms not a minute after, your legs wrapping around his waist as he asks where the living room is, pointing to the direction as you lick at his ear and suck on his neck, tasting so good it has you grinding on him as you keen. his hands are on your ass under your skirt as he walks towards the dark gray sectional, sitting on the floor in front of it and hiking your skirt all the way up, your knees on the couch as your hands grip the headrest, hovering above his face. his breath hits your skin and immediately has you squirming, eren pulling aside the black lace your pussy swallows up. he coo’d at the picture, your lips drenched with your cum, so fucking delectable he nearly bites you when he latches his mouth around you.
mechanic!eren who gulps down your juices, lapping his tongue at your bud, chin moving and eating your pussy like it’s desert. you moan a little too loudly, in shock by how well he delved his tongue in, sucking on your clit and massaging his tongue between your folds. he’s mesmerized by you, your whimpers and whines filling the room as you ride his face, brushing your hand up your chest to squeeze at your tits, eren following behind, resting his hand over yours and adding more pressure. your thighs shake, scooting back on his face uncontrollably. soft mewls pour from you as he lifts you off, standing up to detach his tool belt.
mechanic!eren who takes a seat and pulls your ankle to sit beside his waist while your other knee stays on the couch, pulling at his hair as you kiss him again, tasting yourself, eren holding his dick still as you rotate your hips and fuck only the tip, sliding down inch by inch. damn, you’re tight as shit, he’ll groan, easing you down lower until your hips connect, eren spanking your ass hard a good six times just to hear you scream. i’m so f-full, you stick your tongue out, panting as your eyes cross, eren’s dick twitching inside you, chuckling briefly as you squeak from the feeling. you’re like a cute little sub, half fucked out as you greedily move your ass back, jumping after he strictly tells you to ride that fuckin’ dick, baby. keep it goin’ till you cum. make yourself feel good.
mechanic!eren who’s moaning loud, if not louder than you, lips parted and brows knitted as you jump on his dick like you’re trying to milk him for all he’s got. he sees you struggling after a while, your legs cramping from the position and falling flaccid to his chest rumbling against yours. you sound like you’re purring, eren kneading at your ass to lift and fuck his cock up into you, sliding somewhat down the sofa, your acrylics in his scalp as you scream into his neck. pretty lips spewing out symphonies of ‘mm, right there. think m’gonna cum. your in my tummy.’ and he loves it, loves every damn thing that comes from you. you’re obscenely coating his cock, sucking him in, your grip never loosening. it’s like you become tighter each time his dick brutally bully’s his way into your gushy pussy. when you cum, you scratch at his back, riding him and mouthing at his skin drunkenly.
mechanic!eren who grunts and asks you where you want him to cum, getting up to lay on your back, eren frantically tugging at his cock with his rough hands, caressing the side of your face and shooting his load over it, painting you like artwork. fuck is his favorite word as he continues to pump himself, your lips enclosing around the tip after licking his cum off your lips. his head is thrown back, hand on your throat as he shoved his dick back in, thrusting a few times before pulling out and kissing your lips as a thank you.
thank you to his new dirty girl.
visual. visual.
© 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐞, 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞.
does klaus’s plotline actually have anything to do with…anything, or did they just not know what to do with him except make him the junkie fuck up who gets himself in messes and needs rescuing
Pedro Pascal ⎮ I’m Not Letting Them Put Me In A Box
ME RN:
look at me. listen to me. this is directed at americans for the record. the reason you think North American animals are boring is because you live here. there are so many cool and beautiful animals here. we have beavers. we have wolves. we have moose. we have sea lions. we have armadillos. we have mountain lions. we have alligators. we have foxes. we have bighorn sheep. we have manatees. we have bears. we have ocelots. we have BISON. and that’s not even touching on the birds! or the turtles! or the snakes! we have amazing beautiful and diverse wildlife right here and it deserves to be appreciated and protected
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Uh... hi! I'm Nezha- Your, uh, "Special Stranger", as you tend call me. I know you told me to create an... account here, so uh- I believe you can see my posts now? ...Wait, am I doing this right? Sorry, I'm new to this... Internet thing. I'm still getting the hang of this. Please don't ask me for specifics. I just... didn't grow up with all these devices around. Anyway, how has your day been, blossom? Did anything interesting happen today?
Maybe Thousands of years ago there was a woman, sitting awake late at Night while everyone rested, and maybe she wore a brown head scarf similar to mine, maybe with Swirling designs and patterns, and maybe she looked at what I call the moon and thought of me, the future, like I think of her, the past and maybe she thought 'how pretty' and maybe she felt frustrated with the sheer amount of stars and wished she could admire each, individual one, and maybe just maybe the only thing that separates us is time.
soup season soup season soup season
