#shingeki no kyoujin eren

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Sometimes I think about getting high with Eren and the lazy, needy make out session that would inevitably follow.

Straddling his lap while he looked up at you under half lidded eyes, a lazy smile that ends in a lip bite as he fits the joint between your lips, his hand rubbing your hip soothingly as you take a hit.

“Good girl, go easy,” he’d encourage on your inhale, his deep voice barely louder than a whisper.

You might cough a little and he would pull the joint back, muttering a low, “c’mere baby,” before taking a deep hit himself then using the back of your neck to pull your lips to his. He’d open his mouth against yours, exhaling the smoke into your mouth before slipping his tongue in alongside it. The kiss that follows is slow, wet, and when his hand drifts south to your ass where he starts a slow grind across his lap, your hushed sounds of pleasure that Eren swallows down only encourage him more.

You didn’t bother to look when he was setting the joint down on the ashtray next to the couch. When his kisses starting to trace along your jaw, your neck, teeth gently scraping your collarbone before a soothing lick of his tongue.

And it may have been the weed, it probably played at least a small part…what had caused the blood to rush through your veins, your head to fall back as your eyes fluttered closed. Or maybe it was both of his hands on your hips, keeping the pace of that slow lazy grind across his now hard cock beneath you. Or maybe it was the effortless way he slipped the straps of your tank top down, his lips wrapping around your perked nipples with a soft groan that had a shiver running up your spine.

“So fucking sexy,” he would whisper with your nipple still in his mouth, looking up at you with dilated pupils, not bothering to move the hair that had fallen in his face. His cheeks were flushed a rosy pink when he let his tongue circle your nipple, his hips bucking in a frenzied moment before voicing low, “I wanna fuck you so bad.”

“Please,” it came out as a whimper, your hands slipping into his long hair as he leaned up to offer a soft peck against your lips.

And moments later, with his pants pushed down just low enough to free his hard cock, your panties long discarded, the slow sink onto him had you biting into your bottom lip, your gaze locked on his while he leaned his head back on the couch.

“Ah, ah, fuck,” he would slow you down, one strong arm laid along the top of the couch, the other on your hips setting the pace as you claimed inch after inch of him, “There you go, sit pretty for me, okay?”

He had to know you couldn’t answer. Not when he was stretching you so perfectly, filling you so deeply. The quiet chuckle sounding from him told you he knew exactly what he was doing to you.

And when you were fully seated, his cock completely sheathed inside you, you would whine.

Whine because he would lift you up back up just barely, and you would feel the drag of his cock against your cunt for only a second before he paused. An inch, maybe two reclaimed by him.

If even a second longer had passed, you would have taken that inch back, pushed yourself down onto his lap until you had his entire cock sheathed inside your soaked cunt once more. But Eren didn’t give you a second. The weed had him extraordinarily lazy… but neverpatient.

“Perfect,”thrust, “little,” thrust, “cunt,” thrust.

He punctuated each word with a deep, slow, fuck up into you and it suddenly made sense why he reclaimed that inch. Why he made room for his cock to begin a pleasantly torturous pace in and out of your cunt while his lips locked onto your tits once more.

And with your hands gripped onto his muscular shoulders, as that familiar coil in your stomach wound tighter and tighter, the promise of release just skirting the edges of your desire raddled thoughts - Joint or no joint, you realized, would you always find a certain kind of high around Eren.

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Churro-sama hoy nos comparte un dibujito de Eren. El diseño es de la última temporada del anime. ¿No se ve asombroso? Esperen más trabajos de él. Comenten si les gustó y recuerden que tienemos comisiones abiertas.✨ 

Churro-sama today shares an Eren’s drawing. The design is from the last season of the anime. Doesn’t it look amazing? Expect more work from him. Comment if you liked it and remember that we have open commissions.

eren listens to “wet the bed” and “another round” by chris brown on repeat while driving you around after your valentines date. he screams the lyrics and swears he hits all the runs and notes perfectly.

Creating some Eren Yeager outline wallpapers feel free to use as wallpaper and send me an print

Do NOT reproduce or comercialize my artwork without previous consent!

Happy Birthday, Eren!

Art dump for valentines because fanarts might take awhile Zzz