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salaciousdoll · 1 year

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Feel It In The Air Tonight

Pairings: Eren Yeager x Chubby!Fem!reader

Encapsulation: there's always someone to pick you up when you're feeling down, especially in college even through words on cards. In which, Eren plays the two card game with you

Warnings: fluff, talks of the Uni college experience, TikTok card game, pain splatter rage room, Starbucks drinks, eren being a little jealous but not over the top, hints of depression,hard times, etc., other talks of mental health, loving and healthy obsessed Eren, making out, touching, smut towards the end, Eren with a tongue piercing but it’s not highlighted like that because I’m a dumb bitch and forgot to punctuate it in this fic, tatted Eren, pussy eating Eren, squirting, exhibition, cumming over fingers, overstimulation, fingering, dirty talking, some of the cast appears here, modern day au, black reader ( not explicit), car sex, oral( f receiving), overall you two are in love

Word Count: 6.8k( I know I know, a lot)

18+ Babes Only

Ps: Eren may be ooc for some, dont really write for aot so this is me coming back into the fandom for a little while <3

( I'm so tired and I had to do this on two phones)

The void space clouding your head was too expensive to handle for your taste. The vision of a red door with words you heard in the past and up until now painted the door like the paint should be black instead. The only way to jump out of this disgusting vision was to walk to the door, opening the door to get to the bright side, but you couldn’t. Everytime you walked to the door, it felt like you were being pushed back.

With one heavy foot over the other one, you felt as if there was a 100lb dumbbell hanging onto your ankle, the feeling coiled up inside of you was tragic for both you and Eren. Eren wondered why you weren’t present in class for these past four days, he’s so used to you coming into the class, holding a fresh water bottle in your right hand while your phone and keys are in the left hand.

He always watched the door to see if you were gonna come in and he was curious as well as worried over the days you didn’t walk through the wooden door. Eren asked Mikasa and Jean if they’ve seen you and they’re answer was the same. He asked Zeke have you been to his psychology class and he said no but not without leaving a message to you in regards to his class “ if you do see yn, please make sure she’s ok first and tell her to get to class when and if she could, she’s missing out on a lot”.

Eren nodded his head before leaving the classroom only to bump into Armin with Sasha and Connie on his way out, “ Oh hey guys, you seen y/n around campus? Or did she go home because she’s not answering the phone?”

Sasha thought about it while Armin shook his head. Meanwhile Connie gave him a goofy grin, “ Did you even check her dorm, bro?” He placed an arm around Eren as they walked to the exit of the Housement building their reading comprehension class was in, “ You can’t honestly be that stupid, Eren.”

Eren snapped his fingers prior to running off to the building your dorm was in. He was so glad you didn’t choose a building that was far from the building with classes on the inside . He ran past Annie and Pieck bidding them hellos and goodbyes as quickly as he said it. He Slid in the elevator saying a few sentences to the two people that were already in the elevator: Reiner and Bertolt. After some time he finally made it to the opening of your dorm with the pleas and begs to be let into the dorm area by the front desk student employer and she let him since she had a crush on him once.

He only came to your dorm twice. One time for a school project and the second time for a place to chill and talk to each other. You two weren’t exactly in a relationship, yet. You both are in the talking stage so you didn’t really invite him to your room like that. Luckily he memorized the room number as he finally came to a stop in front of it: 313b.

Eren took a deep breath before knocking on the door. He waited for you to answer but you didn’t. He grew even more worried so he began banging on the door, calling out your name as well. Everyone on your floor could hear this commotion and you were embarrassed even if you were on the inside trudging to the door with your cover over your body. You could only imagine what people on your floor are thinking about this.

The banging got louder as you came to a stop in front of it, “ Go away, E’. Not in the mood for anything or anyone right now.” Eren placed his hand on the door while leaning his forehead against it. “ Come on, yn. Let me in. Look, I know you’re not in the mood right now but please can we just maybe sit in silence on the inside? I need to know if you’re okay.”

You huffed, “ You’re hearing me fine as of right now, E’, so I don’t understand why you need to know if I’m okay. I’m good.” You paused because you knew you were lying to him and yourself. “ Yeah I’m good, so please just go to your room and leave me be.”

“ Y/n, Listen I know everyone has days like this, so it’s up to their friend to make their days better. Please let me in?”, Eren says, jiggling the doorknob. “ Please, I wanna be close to you.” You hesitantly opened the door revealing Eren with his sleeve tattoos showing and his hair down in a middle part, some hair tucked behind his ear showing his beautiful jade eyes clearly.

Eren took in your look and wanted to hug you until he couldn't. Your cover covered most of your body but your hair was out of its bonnet, which was a huge no-no in his mind because you always wore a bonnet whenever you were comfy in your dorm room. So that’s how he knows you’re not okay.

You moved to the side and he came in sitting on your desk chair— spinning the chair to face your bed, “ Whenever you’re ready, you can talk. I’m listening while writing something down. We’re getting you out of this room whether you like it or not.” You couldn’t even argue because you were mentally drained. School fucking sucks the fun out of the college expeirence but no one talks about it.

Moving to the bed to plop down on your stomach felt so good, you just wanted to lay down all day and here he comes, demanding to take you out of it. Oh, how you wanted to curse him for life for disturbing your saddening peace.

30 seconds passed and all you could hear was Eren messing with your school materials bucket and your desk drawer— searching for index cards, “ Yes, finally found them.” He was mildly whispering and it was a little funny to you because he was never good at whispering even in your high school years.

The clock was turning and the sound of his writing was beauty to your ear drums. He was basically doing an asmr for you and you were almost falling asleep but the squeak of your desk chair pulled you out of you dozing off, making you roll your eyes.

After 30 minutes or so, you stopped hearing Eren writing and rocking back and forth in your chair. You could practically feel his jade green eyes digging into the back of your head as his breathing got more heavier. So, you decided to talk because the silence and the feeling of being stared at killed you, “ School.” Eren leaned forward with his elbows on his knees trying to hear you better. “ What about school? What’s going on?”

You sighed before turning over to face the ceiling with your arms around your comfort stuffie Armin brought you as a birthday gift. “ School has been so exhausting and I’m ready to quit, E’.” Eren moved his chair closer to the bed as you continued speaking, “ the work. The money. The food expenses. Everything. Yesterday I had to turn in a thirteen page essay about the 1916 project, then on top of that I have to battle with chem 101 work. Those fucking atomic theories and all that other annoying ass shit. The school lunch is horrible, don’t know how hard it is for a fucking college that we pay for to have a decent meal. I’m just … just so overwhelmed with everything.”

His heart felt heavy for you because he felt like this once too, he felt like it was the end of the world and there was no one who could pull him off the dark stairs he was walking down until you and his other friends opened the other door he didn’t even see when he was walking down blindly through the darkness. So he made it his duty and honor to do the same for everyone else, especially you.

“ E, I’m this close to dropping out and it’s sickening because my mother and father put everything into these past two years of college—I’m halfway there. Idkk… I just want to take a break for a little while.”, You say, finishing your little rant to him with a few silent tears down your beautiful eyes.

Eren learned to kiss your salty tears away, causing you to be taken by surprise. “ Can we do something really quick, I can’t say anything that can ease your mind so I’ll just let my actions keep your mind from walking through the darkness and overload that college has to offer right now for you.” He moved over to your desk in the computer-like chair to collect the index cards. “ I know you’ve seen this so many times so why not make it reality for you. Pick one.”

He held out two cars facing him with sticky notes blocking the view from behind to stop you from cheating while you picked the cards. Sniffling, you took the card on the right as he smiled at you knowing you’re gonna love it.

You turned the card over and cracked a hurt smile at the words on the card, “ 100 dollars?! Really, ren’.” He laughed with his head thrown back and his hair crowding his face, hiding his beautiful smile, “ Princess, you know that’s not the end of this and besides, even if you hate that it’s coming out of my pockets, I don’t care. You deserve it for existing.”

You couldn’t help but to smile behind your plushie you now held to block your face, “ You’re so irritating.” Eren smirked— running his fingers through his long, pretty healthy hair. Afterwards, he held up two new cards with a pink and blue sticky note on the back of them, “ Go on, baby. Pick one.”

Sitting up at the edge of the bed and in between his legs— almost, you picked the left card with the pink sticky note on the back. Turning it over, you gasped at the result, “ Starbucks, haven’t had that in forever.” You smiled sitting the card down. “ What does the other one say?” Eren grinned whilst flipping the card over to show you the writing, “ It was the bookstore shop, I know how much you love reading books so I wanted to take you.” He shoved the other cards into his black jacket pocket— standing up to walk to your closet. You were honestly glad you were this comfortable and secure with him, plus you didn’t have a Roommate so that’s maybe why you’re really at ease.

Eren brought out several clothes, tripping over your shoes spread out all over your floor when walking towards your bed. Throwing the clothes on the bed with the shoes he pulled from under your bed positioned below the outfit, “ Put these on, we’re gonna take your mind off this shit hole we're in, hope you’re ready. See you in 20 or maybe 30 depending on your time freshening up of course.

You watched him walk out the door, texting on his phone prior to laying back on the bed, kicking your feet and giggling in excitement. You needed this and you were gonna get it. Today is all about you, not school, not work. You.

After some time of cleaning yourself up, you managed to make it out to Eren’s car, hopping in. You two didn’t really talk in the car since you were still a little down from being dragged out here but grateful—nevertheless. He’s been trying to get you to talk but you only said about two or three words a sentence. Luckily it didn’t take that much time for you two to arrive at Starbucks.

You were about to open the door but he smacked your hand, giving you a pointed look. “ You know we don’t do that.” You had a little smile as he got out to walk to your side, opening the door with his beautiful smile on display, “ Your hand, mi lady.” Your smile widened a little when he kissed your hand as he grabbed it to help you into the car. He’s always been such a gentlemen with you and you loved it.

Eren interwined his hands with yours— walking into the Starbucks which was luckily almost empty. People were just sitting down and talking with their drink and little cake pops.

“ I either get my favorite or something elsee… You know I always have a hard time deciding what to get, there are too many good ones. What’s your favorite, E’?”, you say while looking at the menu, squinting a little. Eren was paying attention to you the entire time you were talking and you didn’t even notice. Do you ever? The answer is no.

Eren's eyes widened when he noticed you tilting your head whilst looking at him in confusion, “ What’s wrong, ren’? I asked you a question and you zoned out.” Eren cleared his throat prior to taking his eyes off you. “ Oh, my bad, babe. I like the salted caramel mocha with dark caramel foam, the foam adds so much to the drink. It’s really good.”

You hummed, turning back to the menu. Luckily a lightbulb came to your head— “ wait, I think I wanted to try one on my phone. Hold on.” You went to your photos and searched Starbucks in the search bar to find different varieties of drink mixes you wanted to try. You scrolled while Eren ordered his drink for Floch to take, he happens to be the cashier right now. Eren noticed the little looks floch snuck in as he was talking to him. He knew floch had a little crush on you ever since last year, so he gently put his hand behind your lower back, caressing it in the act of you're still searching in your phone.

Jealousy was a beautiful and ugly thing, right now it was beautiful on Eren. His jade green eyes were narrowed as he still spoke to floch with a now hard but mellow tone. Floch for sure took notice and almost smirked a little bit at how foolish he was acting, in his opinion. He thought you were always so sweet and pretty so why wouldn’t he fall for you at the same time as Eren trying to court you.

“ Okay, I got my order ready, floch? Wow I didn’t know you worked here. Nice to see you as well, but may I please get the - your choice- please?”, you asked as you told him the right ingredients for the drink you choose— afterwards. Floch loved hearing you speak to him so he was rushing to complete your drink even after you told him to take his time.

You turned to eren smiling, “ May I taste it? Here I’m gonna get another str-” eren held out his drink with a look that’s telling you he doesn’t care if it’s the same straw. You reluctantly took his drink and wrapped your two- toned pretty lips around the top drinking from it. It tasted so good in your mouth, you had to get this flavor again.

Eren was watching you with a dry mouth the entire time. He was such a fanboy for you and you weren’t even a superstar but to him, you were his superstar. God, did he sound so corny in his mind. He can’t help it around you. This was the best step, I mean you always shared chips or other snacks whereas when you two shared beverages you always did a waterfall or grabbed the nearest cup— rinsing it out.

Floch called your name as he flashed a smile at you to which you became very shy since the way he was staring at you was unusual. Floch was sometimes a cool guy in the past, you didn’t really talk to him to say the same now.

You grabbed your drink from Floch after giving Eren his back, “ Thank you, Floch. See you around.” Floch was smiling into space because when you grabbed your drink his hand touched your hand creating butterflies in his stomach. He couldn’t wait to ask you out, hopefully he will do it before Eren. That’s why he gave you a little surprise with your drink.

“ Can I taste yours? It looks too good to not ask, sorry.”, Eren says as he eyed your drink with a cute scrunched up face. He didn’t even know his face was scrunched up because he was too busy mad at what he’s seeing on your drink. You let out a small laugh, handing him your drink, oblivious to the small number on the receipt, placed on the Starbucks cup.

Eren held the door open with his back as each drink was held in each hand. You two walked out as Eren took a sip from your drink almost walking back to get his own from the way your drink tasted. He hurried and snatched the receipt off, ripping off the part where his number was displayed when you were looking around, always being aware of your surroundings. Eren turned to you and held out your drink with a little smirk displayed on his face. You raised your eyebrow, “ What did you do?”

He shrugged, “ Nothing, now come on, today’s not done. I’ve got a few ideas in mind.” You smiled as he opened the car door for you letting you get inside. He closed the door, walking to his side afterwards. He almost dropped his drink while getting into the car, making both of you panic because that was gonna be hard to clean up.

Eren sat his cup down into his cup holder anterior to him fishing for the cards in his jacket pocket, he held up the next two card with a orange and yellow sticky note in the back of it this time, “ Pick one.” You thought carefully afore picking the orange card with your eyes closed. Turning it over you were confused, “ What’s the paint job? Eren are you trying to t-”

Eren almost choked on his saliva laughing at your answer, after he got himself together he answered you, “ Not that kind of paint job, honey. It’s a place, you need to let out your frustrations and I think that’s a perfect method. Our rage room is closed for renovation right now so I was gonna have to go out of the city if you choose the yellow card. Not that I mind, get to spend more time with my girl.”

Your ears were heating up as you heard what he said ‘ his girl’. You loved the sound of that coming out of his pretty pink lips. You wouldn’t even mind giving him a paint job. You smiled at him, “ can’t wait to see this, never heard of that before.”

You two were talking during the car ride to the paint job. Most of the topics were about your friends and family having a fun time with your close friends. You two reminisce about upsetting Armin when you volunteered to help him bake just for it to turn into a disaster with flour everywhere and some of his backings burned — cough cough Eren’s fault.

When you two arrived the parking lot was semi-full and the place was huge and pretty on the outside, so you can just imagine the inside of it. On the outside, the paint job had a paint splat next to the name colored in light blue, the brick walls were colored light pink and the outline of the bay windows was light purple. Making this look like a doll house.

You looked up in awe while Eren looked at you the same way you looked at the building. “ This is so beautiful, I love the colors so much.” Eren chuckled at the warm energy coming from you, taking a look at the color of the place where everyone comes to rage while his hand rested over your back trying so desperately to not trail his hands, “ let’s go, baby doll. I got a feeling you’re going to have so much fun.”

Looking at him as he held your hand in one of his hands, opening the door with his free one, “ no we’re going to have fun. This is for both of us now. You didn’t think when I was at school that I didn’t see the stress in your eyes as you gave me that tired but still pretty ass smile. You need to have fun just as much as me, ren’.” Eren looked at you with wide eyes because no one else noticed the layers of stress developing in his eyes this past week, he always kept to himsel, just like someone you knew all too well.

Eren smiled at you with a real smile this time, eyes closed and all, “ You’re right, baby. We will enjoy this. I thank you for paying attention to that, I just don’t know how to openly talk about my struggles without getting too emotional. Don’t wanna seem like a pussy in front of you now, that wouldn’t be cool at all.” You scoff loudly at him, making sure he heard it before speaking, “ Boy, please don’t ever say that shit again, I don’t like when men do that. When you’re with me, you express every emotion and feeling you have inside of you.”

You grabbed his face pulling him close to yours just to look into his eyes, “ I’m gonna touch your face when I say this, Ren’, don’t you ever feel like you’re gonna be a pussy when you’re with me expressing yourself. It not only hurts you, it hurts me because I feel like you don’t trust me enough to show me your real emotions and feelings. I’m always here for you and I already can see that you’re here for me, you don’t gotta say it back to me because you showed me countless times. Okay? So stop that.”

Eren almost wanted to cry because his ex and father left him scarred so to hear this from the woman he loves even after the end of the world is very endearing. Eren looked at you with love laced in his eyes, “ {reader}, I lo-” a voice interrupted Eren’s confession, causing him to roll his eyes sighing loudly afterwards.

“ Hey, hey, ready to paint walls? That’s a double entendre by the way.”, Connie says coming down the hallway laughing and pointing at you and Eren. Eren almost smacked his head against the wall on the side of you two. For one, this lame joke and two for him not doing this outside that way Connie and everyone else wouldn’t even know that they were here.

“ Connie, I haven’t seen you in forever, how are you and the others?”, you asked as you went in for a hug and he gladly accepted it because he missed you just like the rest of them.

Connie pulled away and was about to answer you until you felt someone jump on your back screaming your name. Just by the faint smell of peaches, you knew it was Sasha, “ Sasha!! Oh wow, I missed you. All of you.”

You turned around with Sasha now off your back clinging to your right arm whereas eren clung to your left one. When you turned, you saw almost everyone here. Jean stepped up and smiled at you, “ We missed you too.”

Mikasa smirked at you and Eren. She shipped you two like you were a part of her favorite movie as a couple. She knew of Eren's feelings so she was happy at the little affection you two had going on, “ Don’t you ever leave us out again, {reader}. I was so concerned about why you aren’t showing up to class. We’re talking about it later.” Your close lip smile brought joy to everyone because they could see the shimmer of light slowly coming back into your eyes as you heard their voices.

Armin laughed, placing a hand on your shoulder whilst he was in front of you, “ Yeah, as I told you before, happiness is not about whether you can get a job or finish getting your degree, it’s about you. Happiness is about listening to yourself whether it’s your mind, body, or soul. Please take care of yourself, {reader}. You don’t deserve to suffer alone, we’re all gonna suffer with you just to pick you back up.”

You so badly wanted to cry because your heart was releasing the toxic gas of stubbornness and unhappiness as you looked around at your friends. Just seeing Annie, Pieck, Reiner, Bert., and of course you main 5 was so important to you. You needed this, to be around friends. No, family.

You all walked up to the counter with Eren asking the lady about his reservations he made. Your brain finally started turning again and the thoughts made you gasp— smiling as you looked over at Eren, “ E’, did you plan this ahead of time.”

As everyone else was putting on their goggles, shower caps, and coveralls, he spoke to you, “ Actually I didn’t, I told them that you needed a get away and that I’m planning on taking you to either the rage room or paint splatter rooms. They did a coin toss— heads being the rage room, tails being the paint splatter room. Keep in mind that they did this coin toss with no acknowledgment that you picked one already. They would’ve been pissed if it landed on heads. Would’ve been hilarious to me though.”

You laughed at the thought of them going to the rage room instead and being very angry when you two didn’t show up, “ Yeah, that would’ve been video worthy too.” You changed into the attire you had to wear due to not wanting to get paint in your hair or clothes.

Afterwards, you all headed to the plain white room that was available for you all. You all were playing with the equipment you all had on while walking and skipping through the hallway. You knew this was going to be an unforgettable experience, sharing it with your family and the man you were in love with.

You all stood there in silence not knowing how to throw the first paint splatter until you felt some on your coveralls. You looked down at yourself covered in yellow paint preliminary to looking back up and seeing a dazzling smile with an eyebrow cocked up as in issuing a challenge to you, “ Eren, I’m gonna kill you. We’re supposed to be painting the walls.”, as you put emphasis on the wall you hurried over and grabbed the red paint brush splatting eren with paint. “ Now what?”

Mikasa was minding her own business with Armin as they painted the wall while laughing with each other while Connie was running from Jean who picked up an entire can of pink paint, “ Come on, Connie. You don’t like pink, I heard you watched my little pony with your sisters last night. Why not have their own pinky pir in the flesh.” Sasha was laughing at them until Pieck splashed her with blue paint. Sasha stopped laughing as her eyes twitched in giddiness and excitement, she was going to devour Pieck for getting her first, “ You are so on, Pieck. Ymir you’re next and after that is Reiner.”

Ymir was on alert until she got an entire paint can dumped on her head by Porco and Annie causing her to scream in horror at her body being covered in orange paint. You didn’t want to laugh but couldn’t help it when she yelled her girlfriend's name in hopes of rescuing her, and Historia was already there with black paint splattering all over Porco and Annie. Reiner and Bert. were enjoying themselves until you and Eren splashed them with two different purples: violet and lavender. Half of the room and people were covered in paint while the other half wasn’t due to different arts being displayed on the wall.

This was what fun is. You were having so much fun with your family and this is where you belong. You felt safe, welcomed, and loved whenever you were with these people. Nothing but laughs, screams, horse playing, and you and eren rolling around in paint while trying to get one another was heard throughout the room. You felt so much has shifted just from these last few hours and you were right because now you and eren were saying bye to everyone after spending two hours in the splatter room.

You waved to your friends out the window, smiling your usual smile without you, yourself, noticing that your actual smile was back, yet they did. They noticed and couldn’t help but to wave back, “ See you all and thank you all for being with me today, I really appreciated this so much, love you all and goodnight.”

Mikasa made a little phone gesture to remind you to call her after today with Eren as he pulled off with his hand placed on your thigh. He was already driving with one hand and looked so damn good while doing it. The tattoos that painted his arms were so intriguing to you. One arm was a full sleeve with faces of his mother and flowers surrounding her trailing all the way down to his wrist. The other one was a half sleeve filled with meanful drawings and a spider tattoo on the inside of his forearm. His hair was still down with a swoop of hair behind his ear, blunt behind his ear to hold it in place.

He was cruising to calling on you by Jon b with the stars above you on the car roof and in the sky. You had an amazing time today, but would this be considered a dat-. Eren chuckled, “ not yet, this is the pre- first date, princess. Did you have fun today?” Yes, you were mumbling to yourself.

You covered your mouth, yawning into your hand. “ Yeah I had so much fun today, I literally forgot about college until I realized we’re driving back to my dorm. I was also thinking about what you were gonna say earlier today in the back of my mind, do you mind repeating it?” Eren looked over at you— suddenly whipping the car into a parking space in the Saint Smith avenue park lot with the abandoned cvs on the street of Paradise.

The roar of his engine died down as he cut off his car, looking over at you, “ I was going to say I love you, {reader}. There’s not a day in life where I can not stop thinking about you. Every time you came into that class, I wondered what perfume you were going to wear, what clothes you were going to wear, what hairstyle you were going to do, your natural hair or the other hairstyles you wore. I also wondered about what lip gloss you’ll bring, seeing you clearly have a preference for { your favorite lipgloss/lip balm/ carmex} instead. I paid attention to what pen or pencil you would write with, don’t even get me started on most things I’ve been noticing about you ever since I met you in 8th grade. I fucking love you and could not imagine my life with { reader’s first and last name}. I tried that shit for three days and did not like it at all.”

You were in awe at his confession and was about to say your own, but he spoke again, “ Can I kiss you?” You nodded your head in a meek manner to his question, “ Yes, you can, Ren’.” He smiled as he pulled you into a slow kiss with his hand on the side of your cheek. His lips felt like warm marshmallows on your own soft { favorite lip material }. He loved the taste of the flavor you had on your pretty plump lips. Your apple cheeks may be his second favorite feature on your body. Your stomach was his second after your eyes. Eyes were so important to Eren, he couldn’t explain it but whenever he looked into yours, he escaped to another place where he’s free of everything but you. That was a perfect world to him.

Your tongues moved against each other like two bodies covered in honey. You savored the taste of eren in your mouth as your tongues swirled with one another. You felt like you were about to suffocate from the lightness your head was feeling right now. The kiss was beautiful to you as you both took your time exploring each other's mouths. You heard his seat belt unbuckle prior to getting a tap on your thigh after he broke the kiss with your saliva disconnecting with the kiss, “ Get in the back, I wanna eat your pussy baby, I can’t take it and need to taste you. And you’re gonna taste how you look, I already know that, that’s for sure. But before that, may I eat your pussy, my pretty butterfly?”

Your pussy got wet just off the deep tone of his voice alone and the words he was using was the icing on the cake, so you spoke in a low voice, “ Yes, E’. Please eat my pussy, I need your tongue inside of me so bad right now.” Eren smiled as you finished your statement, “ Good, hope you’re ready baby, now go.”

You took off your seat belt before slowly climbing to the back trying not to knock over or break anything. You laid down as soon as your body sat down on his back seats— sliding down/ taking off whatever bottom wear you had on, leaving yourself in your panties.

Eren eyes were trailing from your head and down to your thighs and pretty chubby feet. He was so in love with you and your chubby body. He always had a thing for you and he was about to show you right now.

Eren paused his movement, reaching in his middle compartment grabbing a packet out of there. He turned away from you while you stared at him in wonder of what he’s doing. After a minute or so, he turned around with a devilish smile on his face, “ Ready?” You nodded at him and watched as he opened his door just to come to the backseat of the car where your feet were at.

When he opened it, the breeze dancing along your pussy was wonderful. He told you to sit up against the door of the car and you did just that. All the while, he was watching your every move like a mantis watching its prey, Eren stuck out his tongue— tapping his index and middle finger on his stud tongue ring he got three months ago.

Laying on his stomach with his face in between your legs; Eren kissed your inner thighs with tender touches to them, he was whispering to himself— “ God, you’re so damn beautiful. I wanna stay down here forever.” Your big thighs were crowding around his head as you peered down at him in lust, “ Come on, E’. Stop teasing please.”

Eren placed two more wet kisses to your upper inner thighs— laying his head on your right thigh afterwards during which he lays his eyes upon you with a low gaze and small smirk tracing along his lips, “ don’t be impatient baby, a man gotta admire and appreciate a special piece of art in front of him right now. This is a special edition because I get to touch this, like this. Eren proceeds to place both arms under and around your thighs bringing his entire face to your wet, soaked pussy leaking through your panties. He breathed in your scent and almost moaned at the thought of him tasting and fucking into this glorious pussy.

He kept eye contact with you as he placed three big smooches on the outline of your fat pussy against the fabric of your soaked panties. He smiled at your body shuddering underneath his arms whilst looking around to see if anyone is looking at him and you in the back of his white BMW X5 truck. You could almost taste the smell of this new car and you hate that this is about your second time riding in this since he never brought it out until now and the other time he picked you up to go get food.

You didn’t know what it was but when he placed his thumbs underneath your fupa lifting it a bit with his hand prior to lifting his head up higher to bite the band of your panties to pull them down— his pretty white teeth showing perfectly— you caught butterflies in your stomach, clit twitching in anticipation at this action. He slipped them off and put them into his front seat back pockets. He was gonna try to have a collection of your panties in his car and dorm. When summertime comes, he’ll keep some in his house. That’s how much he plans on fucking you.

Meanwhile, You couldn’t even think right now when he was just staring at your pussy on full display in front of him. It was like he was trying to take a photographic memory in his mind and keep it there. With Eren, it wouldn’t be so much of a surprise if he did. He stuck out his long, hot tongue licking the opening of your inner labia. You whimpered at the feeling of his warm tongue in your pussy and when he heard that he had no choice but to keep flicking his tongue up and down your pussy in complete desperation. His moans were audible as he flicked his tongue— making little mmm noises as he licked around your pussy. The feeling of his tongue tracing your pussy lips were astonishing, he was admiring you even with his tongue.

You grippped his hair, pushing it to the side to really see his face, “ Ahh fuck, Eren. Make this pussy cum, Mmgh.” Eren put more pressure into eating you out as his tongue was now moving in circles. As he was slurping up his spit and your juices, he placed two hands on the back of your thighs—slightly lifting them up to make your pussy even more fatter and seen. Eren loved the taste of your pussy in his mouth, he pulled away to catch a breath, “ shit! Your pussy is a fucking ocean right now. Don’t cum until I say you can, okay princess?”

You didn’t hear anything he said, especially when you felt a dripping liquid plant itself on your pussy, it was his spit and you wanted him to do it again, “ ple..please, do that again, E’.” Eren took his mouth off your pussy, slowly spitting on your pussy. You moaned at the feeling of his spit hitting your clit and at the way he looked right now, “ Fuck! you look so pretty doing that Eren, please continue.” You honestly forgot that you two were in public because this was the greasiest you ever felt, you could only imagine how his dick gonna taste and feel like.

Eren quickly went back to creating zig zag motions with his tongue. He felt your pussy opening and closing and knew he had to add his fingers in, so he did add two fingers in making you gasp with your eyes rolling to the back of your head. He watched as you bit your lips with a loud hmm moan, God!, were you perfect right now, “ You like that huh? You like when I put two fingers inside this slippery pussy, fucking hell {reader}, can’t wait until I fuck you.” Eren’s tongue moved quickly over your clit as he spoke so whatever he said was muffled a little bit but you could still pinpoint what he was saying.

Your moans were getting louder as he twisted his hand to have his fingers twist and curl up inside you just right. Spit and pussy juice dripped down your pussy and Eren’s face was like a thirsty person spilling water on them as they were drinking it on a hot sunny day. You both were enjoying yourself at this moment that you didn’t realize your big thighs were clamped around his head at the same time as your hands gripping Eren’s hair in a tight ponytail form, he was for sure going to have a headache tomorrow. Your moans were so pretty coming out your mouth, “ Fuck, fuck, fuck, M’cummin ren’! Let me cum! Let me cumm…. Pleasee fuck~” the word “fuck” was dragged out long because of him sucking on your clit while his hands sped up even more making wet squelch sounds as he moved in and out of you.

Eren nodded his head at your demand, letting you tighten and untighten around his thick fingers inside of your wet cunt. He felt like he was gonna suffocate from the way you tighten your thighs around his head, but hey that’ll be a good way to go out in his book. Luckily, your legs went limp on the side of his body. One leg against the seat and the other hanging off the seat with your feet on the car floor. Your screams were loud and your body shook underneath him, cream was cummin out of your pussy and onto his fingers. Eren’s shirt at the top was covered in sweat and juice from your pussy.

Eren watched with hooded eyes at your body calming down,” That’s it, cum for me, pretty girl. You’ve done such a good job containing yourself from cummin.” He leaned down to lick his fingers before licking around your hole opening and closing. “ Mmgh, stop before I squirt, you had enough~.”, you screamed the last part, dragging the word out as your pussy was now squirting in his face. He did it on purpose because he flicked your clit with his finger, “ Ahhh, ren’, Ren’ stop, fucking dick.” Eren laughed at your reaction as your pussy was squirting back at him in response to him flicking your clit playfully. He stopped on your command though.

Afterwards, Eren helped slip { your bottom clothing gear of your choice} on without panties this time. He took off his shirt showing his 8 pack, chest tattoos, and full arm tattoos. His body was sculpted to the max. Meanwhile your body was tired and you couldn’t even push the bottom half of your body up when he put back on your clothes. Eren took his shirt and whipped his car seats off, throwing the shirt in the trunk afterwards. You let out a tired sigh and he chuckled at that, “ You wanna get a 30 minute rest and just stay like this.” Eren kissed your nose and your forehead, looking you in your eyes after that.

You nodded and kissed his lips, “ I just need a pillow for my back, but I don’t think you have th- oh you do.” He grabbed the pillow from his trunk as soon as you said you didn’t think he had one, “ Let me guess, you got a cover too.” You pleaded the pillow behind your back and got comfortable, well tried to. Eren laid on your stomach with his hair covering his face, nodding his head at your comment, “ Yeah.”

You took the black scrunchie off your right hand, tied his hair up in a high bun, placed a kiss on his forehead afterwards, “ I love you, now close the door and get some rest with me.” Eren got up again to close the door. He reclined the backseats back a little— laying back down on your stomach with his body between your legs. “ I love you too, my sweet doll. Get some rest, babe.” You yawned and dozed off to la la land after the good session you had. He was finally yours as you were his.

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Family gathering (Postwar!Levi Ackerman x Reader)

Word count: 3 140

Disclaimer: english is not my first language, I apologize in advance for any mistakes

Summary: You and Levi finally introduce your baby to the rest of the family.

This story can be read on its own or as a part of my little post-war series: Learn to live again

Family gathering

Being back in the tea shop after giving birth felt even better than you expected. Even if you only came to visit Levi for short periods of time. But it was enough time to make sure that he really had everything under control even without your help. At least for a couple more weeks.

Being new parents wasn't easy, not even the slightest, but you were adjusting. Learning every single day, that having a tiny little human living under your roof was about changing or adjusting one too many things.

Despite that, Levi and you couldn't be happier. In your newborn daughter, you saw the reason why you fought so hard all those years. She truly was a beautiful representation of the future you wanted humanity to have.

„I think they know something is up,“ Falco said, when he walked into the kitchen, that was at the back of the tea shop. Here, you used to bake many of your sweet and savory goods, which were then sold alongside the best tea in the whole town.

„Yeah, probably. But that's fine, something really is up,“ you said, smiling at the boy.

Until now, only he, Gabi, Onyankopon, and Yelena knew about the little Ackerman baby you and Levi welcomed into this world seven weeks ago. Nobody else from your friends knew you gave birth, or even that you were pregnant in the first place. You and Levi decided, that it would be better not to tell anyone and let things unfold on their own.

However, now it was finally time to introduce your precious little miracle to the rest of your family. To all your beloved friends, who fought alongside you these past few years. To the people, who helped you create a safe world to bring your daughter into.

„Is everybody here already?“

Falco nodded, gently taking your daughter's hand. She loved him so much and lately always smiled when they were together. „Yeah, they're talking, having tea and sweets but you can definitely tell they suspect something. Mainly because you're not there.“

„I think we should go see them, right?“ you asked your daughter in a sweet voice, stroking her chubby little cheeks. In some way, they very much reminded you of Levi's. Just like her silky black hair, her blue-grey eyes, or her cute little nose. She was the sweetest little copy of your husband in the cutest ways possible. „You're gonna love them, darling. And they're gonna love you.“

When the little girl looked at Falco and smiled, both of you smiled right back at her with so much love. The boy truly loved her as if she was his little sister.

„Hey, Y/N! Come and join us finally!“ Jean screamed for you from the tea shop, making you chuckle and kiss the top of your daughter's head, who tried grabbing the collar of your shirt.

„I'm coming, settle down. All of you!“ you called back, taking one last deep breath. Falco walked back to the shop before you, giving you one more moment alone.

The moment felt almost surreal. Holding your baby and getting ready to introduce her to so many important people. Not even that long ago, you would never even dream about doing something so magical.

„Now, I have a very special surprise for all of you. Can you close your eyes?“ you asked them before opening the door.

When you walked into the main part of the shop, everyone was there – Armin, Connie, Jean and Mikasa. Even Reiner, Annie, and Pieck came, along with Gabi, Yelena, and Onyankopon who didn't even need to close their eyes. Together with Falco and your husband, who was smiling at you ever so slightly.

„What do you think? What is this big surprise?“ you asked them excitedly. But before anybody said a word, your daughter let out a loud cry to get everyone's attention, before she smiled up at you. Almost as if she knew what was happening. „Okay, I guess it's not a surprise anymore. Open your eyes,“ you said, smiling happily at them.

The awe on everyone's face was so worth keeping this whole thing private until now. Connie and Armin looked at you as if they'd never seen a baby in their life before. But that was probably because of their last visit when you were five months along and still barely showing. Under the right pieces of clothing, they had zero chance of noticing anything. And now, half a year later, you were standing in front of them with a baby in your arms.

„So... we called you all here today, because we wanted you to meet someone very special,“ you said, looking over at Levi. With a slightly pained expression, he stood up from his wheelchair and walked a few steps to stand next to you. „She'll be two months old in a couple of days. I hope you can forgive us that we kept such a big thing a secret until now. It was...“

„We wanted to make sure everything will turn out okay,“ Levi said when you couldn't find the right words. „And then we wanted to soak up every little moment with her. Just the three of us,“ he added, wrapping one of his arms around your waist. It was a gesture full of love and also a way to help him stand more securely because of his leg.

It almost seemed that everybody was too shocked to speak. The first one to stand up and come up to you was Jean. He smiled, looking at both you and Levi. Then his soft light-brown eyes wandered to your baby, looking her over very carefully. He offered her one of his fingers, which the little girl took with such excitement, seeming happy that she was seeing a new face.

„She's beautiful, Captain, Y/N,“ he said proudly and with a happy smile.

„Oi, where did you get that baby, Y/N? When me and Armin were here a few months back, you surely weren't pregnant,“ Connie shouted, hurrying to you as well.

„I can assure you, that I was pregnant at the time. Five months pregnant, to be more specific. I just hid it too well,“ you chuckled, stroking your baby's hair. Her eyes were wide open with curiosity while her tiny hands were playing with Jean's fingers.

„Was she, Captain?“ Connie asked Levi, not wanting to believe you.

„Where do you think we got a baby that looks like me if she didn't give birth to it?“ Levi questioned him, his brows furrowed. He may looked annoyed with all the commotion, but by the tone of his voice, it was obvious, that he was enjoying having them all here.

„She really does look like you, Captain,“ Armin said, coming to stand between Jean and Connie.

Behind him, Mikasa followed a little shily. You gave her a warm smile and motioned to her, to come even closer. „Would you like to hold her? You're blood-related, after all,“ you said to her, looking over at Levi, who nodded at your words.

She seemed a little hesitant but eventually nodded in agreement. After showing her, how to safely hold the baby, she took her from you and carefully cradled your daughter against her chest. The little girl looked confused when she first looked up at Mikasa, but after she grabbed a strand of her hair everything was okay.

„She's adorable, congratulations to you both,“ Mikasa said, smiling at both you and Levi warmly. You've barely seen her since the Rumbling, because she went back to Paradis, so her presence right now was even more precious. „What's her name?“

You knew this question would come. And you were preparing yourself to answer it without too much emotion. But suddenly... when they were all here, standing around you and waiting for your answer... it felt almost impossible to explain the meaning of your daughter's name without making everybody way too emotional.

She got her name after a person, who was very dear to you and Levi. And to all of the 104th as well. It was a person, who was supposed to be here today with all of you as well. And also the person, thanks to who you got one more chance to fight the Rumbling and win.

„We named her after Hange,“ Levi said in a calm voice, seeing you struggling a little. „Zoe. Zoe Ackerman.“

„The meaning of her name is... life,“ you added in a quiet voice, reaching out your hand and stroking your baby's back. „I guess it's more than fitting, don't you think?“ Feeling your eyes welling up with tears, you looked at your friends. A wild range of emotions was seen on their faces – sadness, surprise, and also happiness.

Armin was the first one to speak up, leaning closer to Mikasa and taking the baby's hand, shaking it very gently. Such a sweet gesture made all of you chuckle. „It's more than fitting,“ he smiled at her warmly. „Nice to meet you, Zoe. I'm sure we'll be very good friends once you grow up a little.“

The sweet tone in which Armin talked to your baby melted your heart completely. Feeling unimaginable happiness, you looked over at Levi and kissed his cheek. The way he was watching the scene right in front of you, was more than beautiful. His expression was relaxed, almost completely pain-free. The look in his eyes was soft and loving towards all the people standing around you and introducing themselves to your baby in the funniest, yet most adorable way possible. She was all smiles, while she was looking around and taking in all the new people.

So despite looking so much like Levi, she surely didn't get her personality from him.

Connie was the one, who made her the most excited. Mainly, when he held her in a way that she was able to pull Jean's hair. But he truly couldn't be angry with her for even a second.

„Hey, you three. Come on, don't be shy,“ you said to Reiner, Annie, and Pieck who were still standing a little to the side, only watching the others happily fuss around your baby, who was making a lot of loud excited noises.

Once they were your enemies, they wanted you dead. Now they were here amongst your closest friends and family. In a way, you forgave them for almost everything. After having a couple of difficult talks, mainly with Reiner, you gained a new perspective of them all. And through that, things between you and them started changing. Gabi and Falco also helped a bunch, too.

„It's okay, we wanted you here and we're happy that you came,“ you said to them, stroking Reiner's arm and smiling at the girls.

„In a twisted kind of way, but we're all here thanks to you, too,“ Levi said to them, his grip around your waist tightening. His knee was starting to trouble him after standing by your side for a few minutes.

So after you made sure, that your baby was truly in good hands, you helped Levi walk outside the tea shop and sit down on a bench right next to the door. A heavy sigh escaped his mouth when he finally sat down and took the weight off his left leg.

„Good? Are you okay?“ you asked a bit worriedly, sitting down next to him. While your left hand started rubbing his back comfortingly, you leaned closer and kissed his cheek.

„Yeah, sure,“ he mumbled, taking a couple of deep breaths to ease the pain.

„It went well, didn't it? They were all so surprised and happy,“ you chuckled, resting your head against his. The voices and laughter from inside were heard pretty clearly, so you didn't have to worry. „And right now, they have probably a couple of minutes before she starts crying. Either because she'll be hungry or because she won't be able to find us.“

Levi smirked, wrapping his arm around your waist again, to keep you close. Despite the pain, he still seemed relaxed and content with the way today turned out. Everybody's reaction made it certain, that you and Levi did the best thing when you kept your pregnancy private.

„It's all so bittersweet. Having so many of them here and still missing a bunch of people,“ Levi said, his fingers gently stroking your side.

„They are here with us. In a different kind of way, but still.“

You could see all of your fallen friends and comrades in your baby's eyes and in her every smile. All the things they did and for what they sacrificed their lives, made it possible for little Zoe to be born. You and Levi were grateful to them every single day. For their bravery, resilience, and determination to make the world a better place.

Hange, Erwin, Sasha, Miche, Nanaba, Nifa, Furlan, Isabel, Moblit, Petra, Eld, Oluo, Gunther... Eren...

All of them and many, many more gave their lives a long time ago, so you and your friends could have this life. In one way or another. Looking back, there probably wasn't a way to save them. To spare them from death. All you could do was continue living your best life and honor them by being happy.

„Who would have thought, really? That we would make it here all the way from the Underground,“ you sighed, running your fingers through Levi's hair lovingly.

„We made it far, that's true. And...“ he shrugged, smirking at his own words, „I'm kind of excited to see what's next, now that we have our little girl. She's going to turn our lives upside down so many times.“

„That's what parenthood is about, right?“ you chuckled, grabbing his free hand and holding it tight. „We're doing good. Learning and making mistakes. I'm so glad that everything worked out in the end and that we have her.“ Having a baby was an adventure like no other. In the end, all the sleepless nights were worth it, when you saw your little angel smile at you, with her eyes full of innocence and pure love.

„Just wait until she starts walking and running around. That's gonna be a disaster.“

„We'll just have to keep up with her.“ You gently took Levi's chin and turned his head, so you could see his face.

He was still very handsome, no scars or a missing eye could change that. For you, he was the one and only. Since you were a teenager to this very day. All those years, it was Levi. And you were more than sure, that it would stay like this for the rest of your life. Nothing and nobody would be able to change your mind, because Levi was all you'll ever need – with all of his disabilities, which sometimes still made him feel a little self-conscious or worried, that he wasn't good enough for you. He was more than enough and you never failed to remind him that. A day never went by without you reminding him, just how thankful you were for his love and his presence in your life.

„I love you,“ Levi said, leaning in for a kiss. His soft lips pressed against yours, making you forget about everything else.

„That's really good to know because I love you too.“ With a smile, you brushed a few strands of hair from his forehead and kissed the tip of his nose. „I'm proud to call you mine and be yours.“

His sweet little smile had a very strong effect on you every single time you got the chance to see it. Mainly, when said smile reached his eyes and made him look so carefree and young. Seeing him like that, nobody would be able to tell how many horrors he had to suffer through.

Levi rested his forehead against yours, reaching for your left hand. He brushed his thumb over your wedding band, finding your lips in another sweet and love-filled kiss. Time seemed to stop around you at that moment.

But only until you heard a loud cry from inside the tea shop. Just moments later, Connie hurried outside, eagerly trying to return your baby into your arms. „Guess she doesn't like when someone pinches her cheeks. But they're so adorable and chubby, I couldn't resist.“

„They remind me of someone else's cheeks,“ Mikasa added, standing in the open door, her eyes focused on Levi with a playful smirk. You bit down on your lower lip, trying not to laugh, while Connie was grinning so hard, he had to turn away.

Levi, a little flustered, shook his head upon them and took his crying daughter into his arms. You watched him gently cradle her against his chest, planting a couple of kisses on the top of her head, while he rubbed her back.

„The brats made you cry, huh? Don't worry, you'll get used to them,“ he said to the baby, looking back at Connie. „And you'll have them wrapped around your finger in no time,“ Levi added and kissed her forehead in the hopes of stopping her from crying more. But little Zoe knew exactly what she wanted and cried until Levi didn't hide her in his embrace from the rest of the world, while he lovingly started scratching the back of her head. Lately, this has become the most efficient way to calm her down. „There, sweetie. That's better, right? No need to cry.“

Connie chuckled at the sight. „Well, Captain. Seems you're already wrapped around her finger. I've never heard you talk so sweetly to anyone, not even to Y/N.“

Jean and Armin came to stand by Mikasa, all of them watching the sweet sight of Humanity's Strongest being a completely different person when it came to his own daughter. All of them changed so much during the past few years. But when you looked at them in that moment, you still saw the kids they were, when they joined the Scouts. The kids you grew to love and swore to protect. The kids, who became your family long before such a peaceful life was even a possibility for all of you.

What a shame not all of them made it this far.

Not having Sasha and Eren here felt strange and painful. It felt like you failed a little. But just until you looked back at your daughter. Her cheeks were still wet from tears, while she was so adorably clinging to Levi. In her still teary eyes, you saw Sasha's dedication and Eren's bravery.

And that was what mattered the most.

Having your family here with you and showing them just how much they meant to you. How much you loved them and how happy it made you, that they came here today to meet little Zoe Ackerman.

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mochimooon · 6 months

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DTF Only (DTF) - zeke jaeger x reader 18+

pairing: Zeke Jaeger x afab! Reader summary: You can't expect every match to want to take you out, but Zeke's more than happy to give you some backdoor action. word count: 4k notes: Part 6 of DTF Only. Zeke is a wee bit scummy here, not too bad. warnings: smut, explicit content, explicit language, mild alcohol consumption, vaginal fingering, anal fingering, anal sex, masturbation ☻ masterpost☻

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+ !!

“Hmm…he’s handsome. The beard’s kept neat, could be a sign that he manscapes.”

“That’s what I’m thinking.” You set your phone down and tap the speaker option.

Ymir, on the contrary is less sure about him. “Are you sure you want this guy to sodomize you?”

Another date tonight, although, you’re not sure if you’d call this an actual date.

You had gotten a message from Zeke earlier in the week. Unlike the others, he’s older by eight years, and more forward with his intentions.

I’m a busy man, but on Thursday I can be all yours. What do you say? You want to be all mine for a night?

You had just agreed to meet up with Reiner that Monday, and because it was further down the week, you confirmed your interest.

Perfect. I want to be clear again, I’m a busy man. Casual fun only.

Of course, this wasn’t a problem. Little did he know that you were only on this Tinder venture to whore yourself out. Before you got a chance to let him know that another message slipped in, and compared to your previous matches, he’s the boldest.

I like to fuck in the ass btw

Well…now that changes everything.

You’re not even bothered that Zeke didn’t offer to take you anywhere. Despite his age, he’s to the point with zero effort.

You weren’t going to hold that against him. Fine by you, because anal sex was something you’ve been curious to try for a long time. Therefore, it was enough incentive for you to agree to Zeke’s conditions.

You had purchased a silicone plug a year ago for beginners, even practiced with it a few times. Although you and Colt never had the chance to try anal sex, the plug was mostly forgotten in the depths of your sock drawer.

To prep for tonight, you reacclimated to the toy all day, keeping it tucked in your asshole until you saw Zeke.

“Okay…Ymir…” Pinching the bridge of your nose, you try to bleach that phrase from your mind. “It sounds pervy when you say it like that.”

“Do you have cataracts? He’s the embodiment of pervy."

Pieck chimes in, always a saint to play devil’s advocate. “Just because he’s a little older, doesn’t make him perverse. Unless that’s what our friend wants.” She teases.

“He’s pushing forty, and yet he’s too much of a cheapass to take you on a real date? Sucks for you ladies; men get lazier with age.”

“I already knew what I signed up for,” you say. “Besides, I’ve been out all week. I’m fine skipping to the sheets tonight.”

“Alright, fair enough,” Ymir concedes. “You were already spoiled by Horseface the other night anyways. What time is he picking you up?”

You stand before the mirror, smoothing out your dress, checking the reflection for any creases. “He’s already sent an Uber, it’ll be here in a couple of minutes.”

A sharp laugh rings out of your phone, startling you.

“So, what are you a pizza?” Ymir cackles. “He placed an order for you on Tinder?”

“Ymir…” Pieck sighs, but you’re not deaf to the telltale humor in her tone. “It was your idea that she got on Tinder.”

“I’m just saying.” Ymir manages to stifle her laughter. “This guy is literally zero effort.”

“Well, like you said before, I don’t need to find my next boyfriend there,” you drawl, rushing to get your heels on. “Doesn’t matter. I’m a busy person, and so is he.”

“Sure,” Ymir says. “Well, for your sake, hope that the anal sex is on some cosmic level. Because this man…it’s no wonder he’s still single at his age.”

“I doubt he cares honestly.” You check your phone to read a new message from the man himself. “I got to get going, he said the Uber should be arriving in a minute. You have his address, just in case.”

“Alright, this is it,” Ymir says. “Next time we hear from you, you won’t be a backdoor virgin anymore.”

“Have fun!” Pieck sings.

…

The Uber drops you off at 8pm at an impressive home. The property is brand new, modern, in a fancier area in the city.

Walking up the steps, you hear a light whistle from the doorbell, which you press.

Zeke appears behind the door, glass of whiskey in hand, sweatpants and no shirt.

This man really is low effort, you muse, biting back the urge to roll your eyes; somewhat regretting the lingerie you have on under your dress.

Taking a sip, his lips curl into a smirk. “There she is, even prettier than her pictures.” Behind his glasses, he gives you elevator eyes before he steps aside to invite you in.

The inside matches the modern architecture outside. The foyer floors are pristine white, that lead in several directions. To the left, a sitting room that looks more like a museum with abstract, contemporary artwork hanging on the wall and cool-toned puffs that serve as seats.

Zeke leads you past that room and the staircase that faced the door, footsteps muted with fluffy slippers while your heels echo along the tile.

“This way,” he says over his shoulder. “Let me get you a drink.”

Trailing behind, you admire the muscles in his back, equally as taut as the curve of his ass hidden away in his sweatpants. Moreso, you delight in watching him walk before you with a careless, confident swagger, a king in his castle.

The open-concept kitchen space bleeds into a humble living room. Like the rest of the house, the finishes are polished and modern, yet more homey than the foyer and sitting room.

He comes around the long kitchen island where the bottle of whiskey rests. He gestures his glass to point at you. “You look like a champagne gal.”

You lean against the island’s marble countertop, giving him a flirty look. “You’re right, I am. But I’ll have water tonight.”

He arches a brow. “Water? I can pop some bubbly.” He breathes a laugh when you blink at him. “To celebrate. Two souls finding each other to consummate a special occasion.”

You lick your lips, unsure how to respond. He’s really eager to fuck you in the ass. “Water…thanks.”

Zeke shrugs. “Fine, fine, I only have the sparkling kind.”

He would…

You take the glass he’s offered, sipping the bubble water as you wander the space between the living room and kitchen. It’s big and a bit lonely. You recall the details of Zeke’s profile.

An entrepreneur who runs a few private businesses. It makes sense why he’s shacking up in such a nice home, and it also makes sense why he prefers a booty-call.

You finish the glass of water and set it down on an end table by the plush couch.

“Well, do you have a surprise for me?” Zeke’s tongue pushes into his cheek, sipping in the sight of you.

You do the same, letting your stare dance along his muscled chest before they climb back to admire the strong, bearded jawline. He might lack any effort to woo you properly, but he’s got an allure that most older men tend to have.

“Maybe…” you tease.

Zeke grins, a man ready to take a bite out of you. He slides his glasses off, setting them aside. Within a few steps, the distance closes between you both.

His hand finds the small of your back, tugging you closer to him so that he can bear his darkened gaze upon you. He looks just as good without the glasses, in a way you prefer him without. It gives you a chance to soak in the primal look in his eyes.

He rubs your back, and had you been naïve, you would have thought it was affectionate. But you’re an adult who came here for a reason and that reason slides from your back to palm your ass.

“Oooh…” Zeke murmurs. His touch ventures elsewhere, greedy hand sneaking up your dress to sample your bare flesh. “Very nice—” He lifts up the side of your dress, a finger hooking into the garter belt. “Very, very nice. A classy woman, getting dolled up for me.”

His hand continues to explore with purchase, sliding along the curve of your ass, stopping at the center. He’s found what he was searching for.

Zeke’s eyes light up, and you feel his fingers pull the plug gently.

Biting your lip, a whine escapes anyways when Zeke pushes the plug deeper.

He leans forward, delight in his voice. “I’m going to ruin you.” He kisses you, finger pushing against the plug again to swallow your whimper. “Going to have to get used to this, baby. I’m much bigger than your toy.”

A sharp smack lands on your ass cheek, and another.

You do up an act, wrapping your arms around his neck, to give him a hooded stare. “I think I’m ready to take you.”

A sharper smack lands on your backside from Zeke’s excitement, fingers pulling against the plug and ramming it back in. “Let’s not waste any more time.”

He downs the rest of his glass, hissing from the burn. “Are you sure, you don’t want anything to drink? First time may sting. I don’t want to scare you.”

Butterflies flutter around in your stomach, tickling your nerves that for a second you do consider the offer, but ultimately decide against it. “I’m sure.”

Zeke takes the hint, pulling you in with a tight squeeze on your ass and slotting his mouth over yours. It’s scratchy and heavy with whiskey, an exhilaration between your legs, overshadowing the nerves.

Setting the glass aside, Zeke takes your hand, leading you up the stairs until you reach his bedroom.

The size of his bed is comical. California-king, dark red velvet sheets with a plush headrest and mirrored closets. It’s like walking on set of a porn film.

He turns around, whiskey kiss scratching your lips again. You two make out, a slow build as he walks you back until your legs hit the end of his bed.

He releases you, backpedaling to admire you in the dress. “Show me what’s under there, sweetheart. Give me a show.”

The room heats up fast, charged by the sexual tension and also from the pressure of Zeke’s gaze. Both have you leveling him with bedroom eyes, lifting your hands to drag the straps of your dress off your shoulders.

They fall away like petals plucked from the stem, revealing the thinner straps of your lace bra.

Zeke doesn’t move, still like a statue. You’re quick to look away from his eyes and steal glimpse elsewhere.

He’s hard, dick visible behind his sweatpants. The sight encourages you to keep going, peeling away the dress in a slow strip tease to unveil the rest of your lingerie. Light blue, Colt’s favorite color.

The dress pools at your feet and you step out of it, running your hands along the intimate lace. You begin with the push-up bra, cupping your breasts, feeling your hardened nipples there. Fingers travel to your sides, slipping past the bra down to your ribcage to stroke along the matching garter belt at your waist.

Zeke remains still, eyes fixated on your hands pouring onto the straps that connect to your stockings. It’s only when you bring a hand at the center of your thighs does a stuttered breath bring Zeke back to life.

“That’s a beautiful set you have on,” he says like he’s talking to your body. “Light blue, very delicate. Can’t promise that’s how I’ll be.” He palms his cock over his sweatpants.

You bristle at his intent, reaching a hand out to his chest. He finally looks up with a lidded gaze. “I don’t mind if it hurts a little.”

Zeke’s jaw unhinges, a dark moan rushing out. He heaves a laugh to collect himself, but you feel his heart racing beneath your fingertips.

Taking your hand, he kisses your knuckles, a lecherous smile spreading along his beard. “Get comfortable, baby. On the bed.”

You turn, feeling the drag of his eyes as you crawl atop his bed. Throwing a coy look over your shoulder; he’s eye-fucking your backside.

You crawl until you’ve reached the center, turning back again when he tuts.

The globes of your ass are in both his large hands, groping you with more pressure than earlier as he spreads you out.

Zeke tuts again. “Although I knew it, I’m still disappointed that this isn’t as pretty as you are.” There’s a push at the plug.

You wince, squirming forward, but Zeke catches you by the waist.

The room whirls, the air pushed out of your chest as you land on your back. Zeke crawls on top of you.

“I can tell you’re a rookie at this.” He settles between your spread legs, drinking you in. “Just because I want to take you by the ass doesn’t mean I don’t want to look at your face. Or…”

The hands that roamed your lower half explore your chest, groping and squeezing your breasts with calloused fingers.

“These…This is why I love anal sex. I can see everything…” His gaze drifts, voice dripping with glee. “Including your pussy.”

Pushing your thighs further apart, Zeke openly stares at your pussy, bare, and dripping. A finger pulls at the strap on your thigh, letting it go with a loud snap before his hand paws at your center.

You shiver.

“Lace, crotchless panties, plug in your ass…Good girl, dressed and ready for me…”

He’s on you suddenly, swallowing your mewl of surprise, no longer restraining his hunger to devour you. His tongue moves with passion and authority, hands running up and down your body, focusing on the lace of the garter belt and bra.

“Fuck—you’re so—fucking gorgeous—” He frees your mouth to scatter rough kisses along your neck. “Every part of you— ” He’s breathless, though he doesn’t stop showering you with attention. There’s a squeeze on your breast, then a pinch through the fabric.

Your back arches and Zeke pinches again, sharper.

“You enjoy that don’t you sweetheart?” The words burn into your clavicle, hot and wet. “And this?”

Teeth sink into your skin, a wonderful sting that travels down to your pussy, you’re unable to stop your hips from bucking up.

He laughs. “I hear you.” Pushing back, Zeke leans on his haunches, hands settling on your hips in one long stroke. “Lace looks amazing on you.”

You’re pleased that he appreciates the lingerie. The last time you wore anything this risqué was for Valentine’s Day with Colt, much earlier in your relationship. It’s a shame, you didn’t have a chance to give this set the mileage it deserved. Until now.

Your mouth falls open, pussy sucking in Zeke’s finger, having not paid attention to his wandering hand.

He fingers you in a trance-like state, mesmerized. You slide down, hoping to fuck yourself on his touch, but the man rests his hand on your stomach.

“Easy, sweetheart. I couldn’t resist. This fucking lingerie, this fucking pussy—” He slaps your clit, burying two fingers this time deep inside of you. “I’m being greedy.”

You can’t even think of a response, relishing in the stretch of his fingers, dragging against your walls, you forget why you’re there in the first place.

But Zeke reminds you, retracting his fingers and sliding off the bed.

On your back, you watch him move around the room, hopping out of his sweatpants in a hurry.

You lift up on your elbows to watch him rummage through his dresser drawers, swallowing down a groan at the sight of his bare ass, toned just as you suspected.

He whirls around, holding something in his grasp, but you’re not paying attention to that.

His dick, thick and hard with a few more inches than average, snares your focus. It’s sizeable, though not as big as Jean’s dick was. Still, you’re dosed with nerves again, imagining how that’s going to fit inside your ass.

Approaching the end of the bed, Zeke yanks you forward by the ankles unceremoniously. Your ass hangs just shy over the edge.

Zeke slots himself between your legs, the tip of his dick leaking onto your thigh. “You’re plenty wet already, but…got to be a gentleman.”

You realize it’s a small bottle of lube Zeke has.

He’s quick to remove your plug, not giving you a moment to acclimate to the hollow feeling. You whine as it’s pulled out.

The same fingers that pumped inside your pussy now enter your asshole, slick and much warmer than before.

“Ah—” Your ass twitches from the sensation as Zeke stretches you out.

“You like this?” he purrs. “For her pleasure. Told you, I’m a gentleman.”

While gradually you ease into the feeling of your ass getting stretched out, inwardly you roll your eyes at his self-affirmations. A gentleman that had a driver drop you off like some hooker.

You digress, adjusting to his fingers in your ass, making your pussy gush.

Zeke flits a look up. “Still a tight little asshole, but you’re ready for me. I’m fucking ready for you.” The tip of his dick ghosts your ass cheek, and you prop yourself on your elbows again.

“Wait.”

Zeke looks to you with grit teeth. “What is it?”

“Condom?”

Zeke blinks, eyes glazing away elsewhere like he’s running through what to say. He’s avoiding it, and you rein in your annoyance. Where did the self-proclaimed gentleman go?

“Zeke,” you say. “Put on a condom.”

He huffs a strained laugh, peering up at you with wide eyes that are impossible to look innocent when they’re sullied with lust. “You won’t get pregnant.”

You don’t know whether to laugh or scoff. This will be fodder for your friends later. “That’s not the point.”

“I’m clean, baby,” Zeke insists.

“Great, so slip on a condom. I should have one in my clutch.”

“Don’t you want your first time getting fucked in the ass to be memorable? It’s best enjoyed raw.”

This time you do laugh at that. If not for the beard, the stature, and the impressive home, you would have thought Zeke was in his early twenties not inching towards forty.

“It’s my protocol, or I’m getting dressed.”

Zeke’s eyes widen a bit, and the distress of you leaving him with blue balls has him blowing out a long-winded sigh. “Fine, fine.” He sighs again, looking away for a beat, then back up, mustering as much charm into his pearly whites as possible. “You sure?”

You shift to sit up, but Zeke urges you on your back.

“Okay, okay, wanted to make sure.” When he returns with the condom, his spirit to argue is gone.

He drags you forward, nudging your ass with the tip of his dick. He spasms at the contact and you brace yourself.

Zeke hooks your knees over his arms, and he leans over to kiss you. “Deep, deep breaths, sweetheart.”

A second after the preamble, Zeke pushes in.

You bite your lip, brows pinching together, but you don’t want him to stop. Your eyes connect for a moment, and you nod to encourage him to keep going.

The stretch stings, but it’s nowhere near painful. Doing as instructed, you take deep breaths, watching Zeke.

His mouth is open, lidded eyes watching his dick slip in. He pulls back slightly and pushes back in, stretching you out a little more.

You spread your legs wider, and he keeps you like that, using the hold on your legs as leverage to go deeper.

The sensation is foreign, much like when you had tried your plug for the first time. The more you take of Zeke’s cock, the more comfortable it’s becoming. The fullness in a different part of your body is intoxicating, your head swims in fervor, reaching your core.

“Someone’s pussy is getting jealous,” Zeke breathes a laugh.

He’s not wrong. You’re dripping even more than before despite that area being neglected.

He bottoms out with a long groan. “Shit…” His head is thrown back. “Give me a minute. If I move now, it’ll be over too soon. I’ve never felt such a tight asshole before.”

That minute flies by and Zeke bucks his hips in a thrust. You mewl, clenching around him.

“Fuck—okay…” His restraint is withering.

“Zeke…” you hum.

“Yeah, baby?” he grunts, pulling back again.

“Move.”

He rams back into you with a snap of his hips, setting a pace that leaves you breathless.

Gasps spring forth after every thrust, reveling in the new feeling, finally stroking that fantasy you’ve never gotten to entertain.

Zeke folds your legs closer to you, perching a foot on the edge for more control. “I’m fucking delirious baby—you should see yourself. Laying pretty on your back with your cute—lingerie while daddy fucks you dumb—”

You don’t have time to register what he’s called himself. The thrusts get sharper, pointed and desperate. Your pussy flutters, an ache to be touched there too.

Zeke takes notice. “Play with yourself.”

You grunt, but your hand drips down your stomach, fingers playing with your clit.

“Finger yourself,” Zeke adds. “I want to see both of your holes filled.”

Two fingers slip inside your entrance while your thumb toys with your clit.

A tidal wave of heat engulfs you, stimulated in the best ways. The fullness of Zeke’s cock in your ass, your fingers pressing into your walls, and the pad of your thumb swiping at your clit, you’re so close to falling apart.

“Just like that, fuck you’re gorgeous like this,” Zeke grunts, syncing with the twitch of his dick.

You play with yourself, the taste of nirvana dangles so close, your fingers cramp up, but you push through the stiffened muscles.

“Want to see you cum,” Zeke says from above, hips turn sloppy. “Please—let me see you cum.”

Your hooded gaze soaks in the needy expression that tells you he’s about to come undone. Rubbing your clit with more vigor, you keep your eyes locked to the heavens, imprisoned by the gaze of a devil, and you cum.

You don’t stop touching yourself, back arching to ride out your climax, desperate to bask in every second of it.

Zeke moves faster, hips smacking against your ass cheeks as he groans out his release.

Your back settles on the mattress, your fingers orbit your center lazily, twitching from the overstimulation. Zeke ruts inside of you, pace dialed down significantly until he’s milked every last drop. When his dick softens, he pulls out.

The mattress dips at your side and you bend an elbow to lean on as Zeke does the same.

It’s another good look on him; sweaty, panting, eyes glossy, head planted in his hand like a porn actor at the end of a shoot.

“Not bad for your first rodeo, huh?” He grins. “You’re lucky, baby, you matched with an all-star.”

You roll your eyes, though it’s lighthearted. Whether Zeke really lauds himself as some God at anal sex, your verdict for now is that it’s something you’d do again in the future.

Now that you’ve gotten a moment to readjust to the emptiness, your ass does feel a little sore, however. That’s something you’d have to get used to.

You use the last of your reserves to hop off the bed on wobbly feet.

Zeke does the same. “Why don’t you stay the night? We could have round two in the shower. Though, I stress that it’s more comfortable without a rubber.” He purrs, reeling you in for a sloppy kiss, playing with your stretched out hole.

You whine, wincing from the tenderness.

“Shit—you’re going to make me hard again. One more round, c’mon.”

You don’t stay the night, firm in your choice, but thank him for the fun.

He relents, calling you an Uber and sending you off, with a promise that he’ll be in touch.

It isn’t until you’re back in your apartment, undressing for a shower that it dawns on you.

You forgot your plug at Zeke’s house.

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NSFW read at your own risk. Everyone in this is aged up to 21+ AFAB reader. I'm a beginner writer so this isn't the best.

I can just imagine the AOT girls fighting over who gets to have you first. Its practically a fight to the death that you have no say in. Hange says it should be her because shes the oldest! Ymir and Historia say it should be them because you've known them longest. Each girl has their reason and believes their reason is the better one.

Poor you. An agreement is made, they all get to have you together! You're going to be sore for weeks. You get laid on a bed with nothing but lingerie Hange bought for you. You can feel hands on you, you dont know how many but they're there. A hand slips into your panties and starts rubbing your pussy. You trace the hand back to Sasha who has a big smile on her face.

"Sasha, no. We agreed how we'd so this, I know you haven't forgotten." Ymir pulls Sashas hand away and your whimper at the loss of contact.

Two strong hands grab at your hips pulling you up. "Open your legs up baby, Hange and I are getting your holes first."

You felt a warm haze fall over you as you do what Yelena commands. Hange slowly pulls your panties off, a wet spot very evident. "Aww is this for us, darling? Pretty little thing you are."

You watch as Hange attaches large black dildo to the harness. Oh, oh that wasn't going to fit. "H-hange it's too big!"

You feel a mouth cover yours, Hitch. She pushes her tounge in your mouth before pulling back. "If you want air breath through your nose." That's all she tells you before pushing her tounge back in your mouth.

You whimper and cry into her mouth, but it didn't matter. You feel Hange line up with your pussy and gently push it in. You didn't take all of it, like you expected but she just kept pushing in and pulling out. Slowly she got into a rhythm. You didn't even notice something else lining up with you ass until it was in you.

You let out a choked sob. Too much, and they knew it too. That didn't stop any of them though.

Yelena didn't move, instead she had you warm the toy. You could feel the build up, you were close and fuck did you want it. You start trying to match Hanges pace, trying to rut into the toy like a bitch in heat.

When Hitch finally stopped kissing you and pulled back you noticed the others staring at you. "Hange, Yelena, Hitch! Your times up, it's Mikasa, Annie, and Sashas turn. After you three its Historia, Ymir, and Piecks turn."

You cry out, it was fair! You were so close, they cant just edge you like this!

The two women pull out, you grabbed a hold of Hange as you felt Yelena pull out. It hurt, a lot.

The three move back and place you down on the bed. Three new sets up hands are upon you. You feel someone open your legs up, Sasha presses her tounge into you. "Oh fuck-"

Annie slaps your thigh harshly. Fuck that hurt. "Watch your mouth little girl."

Sasha pulls her tounge out sucks on your clit. Your hands darr toward her hair. You start pushing your hips into her face, you didn't get to come last time and you wanted to oh so badly now.

Mikasa moves behind you kidding and biting you neck. She intends to leave marks. "Your skin is so soft darling, and you look so sensitive. Are you? Are you so sensitive you're going to cum so soon?"

You nod like crazy pushing your further into Sasha. "Please, please, please! I'll be so good s-so g-good for you please!"

Annie grabs Sasha by her hair and pulls her back. "If you want to come, it'll be on this strap. Got that?"

You didn't care, you just wanted to come, no you needed to come. You buck your hips against the strap. "Please, please! Need it s-so bad!"

I'll let you imagine what's happens after.

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daisynik7 · 1 year

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Chapter 9: Could've Been

Pairing: Eren Jaeger x f!reader

Rating: Explicit

cw: cunnilingus (face riding), vaginal sex (cowgirl), underaged drinking, angst

Summary: On the night of Alpha Tau’s fall formal, you finally do something that should have been done a long time ago.

Notes: Song is “Could’ve Been” by H.E.R. (ft. Bryson Tiller)

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In the days preceding Alpha Tau’s fall formal, Eren doesn’t hear a peep from her. The night he broke the news about taking Pieck as his date, she hung up on him without waiting for a goodbye. He should have predicted this type of reaction. Given how clingy she’s been in the past, he was hoping for a truce in the form of sex after a few days of letting it simmer. That’s how he lands back in her good graces time and time again.

Even with this radio silence, it doesn’t faze him much. He’s confident that he’s still got the upper hand. Once the weekend is over and she realizes nothing will happen between him and Pieck, the anger will subside; she’ll come crawling back. Eager and needy for him like always. Does he feel guilty for pissing her off? Sure, maybe just a bit. It is what it is.

Saturday afternoon, Eren and Armin head to Alpha Tau to board the first bus. Dressed in sweats and bags in hand, the two roommates part ways outside the house. Armin goes towards Annie, Hitch, and Connie. Eren is dragged to where Reiner, Sandra, and Bertolt wait. Pieck and the other Delta Mu sister, who Eren recognizes is Mikasa’s friend Louise, arrive five minutes later.

“Hi Eren,” Pieck says, a polite smile spread across her face.

“Hey. Thanks for coming with me.”

Louise stands next to Bertolt while Reiner hands out flasks to each of them, filled with what smells like vodka. He whispers, “Don’t worry, we have more bottles in our bags. We can refill at the hotel later.”

Sandra breaks away from their group to hug Hitch. Eren turns around to observe them, immediately making eye contact with Annie, who glares. He makes a mental note to steer clear of her the rest of the evening.

He scans the rest of the crowd to look for Mikasa and Jean. He doesn’t spot them, assuming they’ll be on the next bus scheduled to leave in half an hour. Mike is also noticeably missing.

Once boarded, Eren and Pieck sit beside each other in a comfortable silence for the first ten minutes of the ride. Attempting to initiate small talk, he reiterates, “Thank you again for coming with me to this.”

She giggles. “I’ll admit, I was a bit surprised to hear that you wanted to take me.”

“Why?” He sips from his flask, curious.

“I thought you’d take your girlfriend instead. You know, the one we played beer pong with at Halloween?” She says her name, causing Eren to sputter on his drink.

Whipping his head around to ensure no one else can hear them, he whispers, “What did you say?”

There’s a sly grin on her face as she responds, “It was very obvious. You couldn’t stop staring at her.”

“Well, she’s not my girlfriend. I barely know her,” he explains, hastily.

She raises a brow, studying him. “Who is she to you, then? It seems like there’s something going on between you two.”

“She’s no one,” he lies. A twinge of guilt spasms in his chest.

Shrugging, she relents. “Sorry for assuming. I guess I’m wrong.” She wears her pleasant smile again, unconcerned that she rocked his cool disposition. “Forget I said anything.”

He wasn’t expecting her name to be brought up at all tonight. It seems like everywhere he goes, she lingers, whether in his own mind or in that of others. It hasn’t been fifteen minutes into this bus ride, and he’s already flustered. He drinks more alcohol to suppress his feelings until she’s buried all the way in the back of his thoughts.

At the hotel, each brother checks into their room. Reiner, Bertolt, and Eren opt for single beds. Before they head up the elevator to their assigned floor, Armin passes by and mentions, “If you guys want to pre-game with us, we’re all rooming together in Room 310!”

Reiner scoffs. “No thanks. We’re going to have our own pre-game in my room.”

Sandra smacks him on the arm. “I want to hang out with Hitch. Let’s just pre-game in their room. It’s bigger and there will be more people. It’ll be way more fun.”

Reiner grumbles, “Fine. We’ll see you there. We’ll bring some of our alcohol.”

“Great! We brought some too. See you all in a bit!”

Up on the third floor, Eren and Pieck enter Room 324 in silence, both unsure what to talk about. He especially feels awkward after their conversation earlier on the bus. Pieck occupies the bathroom to change while he gets ready in one corner of the room. He decides on an all-black outfit comprised of a turtleneck sweater underneath his suit jacket, black slacks, and black oxfords. Pieck exits the bathroom, wearing a maroon floral dress that flows down to her ankles.

“You look great,” he compliments, as she puts on her shoes.

“Thank you!” she beams. “You too. You kinda look like a spy.”

He takes it as a compliment, focusing on his reflection in the mirror to style his hair in the classic man-bun. It’s only now that he recalls how Mike was the first to tie his hair up like this, way back at the beginning of the semester. You owe me if this gets you laid tonight, he remembers him saying. In a way, he does owe that idiot. He figures they’re even now, considering what happened on Halloween.

Thinking about him with her bothers Eren once again. But he takes solace knowing they won’t be together here. Rumor has it that the senior goes to formals alone on account of him notoriously getting too drunk to pay attention to his date. Certain this is still true, he isn’t concerned about running into her today. The evening will pass by smoothly. All according to plan.

He waits for Pieck to finish her makeup before heading down the hall to Room 310. Armin and Connie greet them, patting him on the back happily; Pieck goes over to the girls to introduce herself. Eren does his best to avoid the women, especially Annie, who continues to stare daggers at him every chance she gets.

The rest join soon after, the girls sticking together, the boys huddled in their own circle. Bertolt sneaks glances at Annie, who completely ignores him. Reiner miraculously does not make any offensive comments, a true rarity for him.

For the next hour, they drink while chatting, the girls casually dancing along to the music blasting through Connie’s speakers. Once it gets closer to 7:00 PM, they all pour whatever remaining liquor they have into their flasks to sneak downstairs. Eren is filling his with vodka when Annie intentionally bumps into him.

“Annie,” he nods.

“Jaeger,” she mutters, eyeing him with contempt.

He doesn’t say anything, not interested in conversing with her, predicting it will lead to the mention of a certain someone. She doesn’t give him a choice, though, as she begins speaking. “Pieck is nice. I hope you don’t lead her on, too.”

In a low voice, he responds, “I’m not interested in Pieck like that. I just had to bring someone.”

She scoffs, barely keeping herself quiet. Luckily, the music is loud enough to drown out their conversation. “I take back what I said to you last week. I don’t respect you at all. At least Reiner knows he’s an asshole and owns it. You on the other hand, you’re a lost cause. I still have no idea why she would associate with someone like you.”

“Can you just drop it already, Annie?” he hisses. “Can’t I have one night without her being thrown in my face like this?”

She blinks, a tiny smirk forming on her lips. “You have no idea, do you?”

“No idea about what?”

“Oh, nothing. You’ll see soon enough.” She steps away to join her friends again, leaving Eren to speculate on her ominous parting. It’s just Annie trying to get under his skin, which she always successfully does. Frustrated, he takes the whole vodka bottle and throws it back, swallowing a few shots worth until his throat burns.

Downstairs, the doors to the ballroom are open. Levi stands at the entrance greeting everyone as they enter. “Oi, pledges. Welcome to your first formal. Seating chart is over there.” He points to an easel with a large sign propped on it. “Have fun.”

Eren scans the poster for his name, seeing it listed under Table 3. He’s tipsy enough not to care who else is sitting with them. At the table, Marco is already seated next to his friend, a girl from the women’s soccer team. Petra from Sigma Nu Kappa sits next to an empty chair with a jacket slung over the back, presumably Levi’s. There are two remaining spots currently unoccupied.

They take their seats, Pieck chatting up the rest of the table as Eren examines his surroundings, trying to locate his friends. Armin and Connie are at a table with Erwin and his guest, Hange. Reiner and Bertolt sit three tables away with another brother and his date, SNK senior Nanabe. He has no idea where Mikasa and Jean are, neither of them making their appearance yet. The second bus should have already arrived, so he expects they’ll be making their grand entrance soon.

The venue continues to fill up, people situated in their seats, snacking on the appetizers. Most of the seniors are in line at the bar to purchase drinks, besides Levi, who is sober monitor.

Eren takes swigs from his flask, letting the vodka continue to take its effects on his mind and body. He feels good. Relaxed. Tonight, there will be no drama, exactly the way he planned it. If he keeps consuming liquor, she’ll remain in the furthest corner of his mind.

Still, the tiniest part of him misses her. But that’s what the alcohol is for. Forgetting.

He sits facing away from the doorway, so when Petra’s face lights up and Levi smirks, saying, “Ah, finally,” Eren has to physically turn around to see who it is they are talking to.

As soon as he recognizes them, the heat from the liquor seems to rush straight out of his body, leaving him frozen in place.

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The week leading up to Alpha Tau’s formal, you start scheming. The infuriating phone call with Eren was just the fuel you needed to get you fired up.

Every decent quality about him, from his undeniable sex appeal to the occasional loving gestures, has been forced into the most secluded crevices of your mind. Instead, you let all the crummy details about him surface.

He took advantage of your naivety, knowing you were inexperienced and desperate for any form of affection. After he lured you in, he manipulated you into thinking you were special, that your many moonlight trysts with one another had to be kept a secret. As if it was so fucking romantic to keep you hidden away like his most prized possession when he was really trying to find more treasure elsewhere.

Worst of all, he won’t let you go. He has to have you. String you along until it’s the right time for him to toss you aside once he grows tired of you. Until you become an overused and rejected toy withering away into the worst version of yourself, all while he replaces you with someone shinier and new.

The only way to avoid that is to end it with him first. Officially and for good.

No more empty promises, no more subtle blows to your confidence and self-worth. No more heartbreak. You won’t allow him to desecrate your fragile heart any longer.

The easy route would be to have a private discussion about it. Maybe after the event, so you don’t ruin his fun weekend plans. But you don’t want it to be easy. You want it to be satisfying. Meaningful. You want it to hurt; not enough to mangle him, but just enough to leave a scar. If he ever becomes a better person later in life, he’ll always remember what he did to you, hopefully determined not to repeat the same mistakes.

Your plan is set in motion. The first step is to get yourself at Alpha Tau’s formal. On Wednesday, Armin invites you and Mikasa over to the fraternity house to eat dinner. You sit with Mike at one of the tables. Mikasa, who wants you at formal for her own selfish reasons, and Armin sit beside you. You plan to bombard the senior to bring you. It’s a known fact that Mike goes stag to these dances, the reason being that he always gets too drunk to pay enough attention to whoever he’s taking.

It doesn’t take much to convince him, though. You proposition him, explaining how much fun the two of you will have together, how you won’t mind if he gets blackout drunk. Even offering to take care of him if in the morning in case he has a hangover.

“Okay. I’ll make an exception for you. By the way, breakfast burritos are my go-to hangover cure.”

You smile at him. “Noted.”

“Do you think they’ll still let her go even though it’s past the deadline?” Armin asks.

“Erwin and Levi are my best friends. They’ll let me do anything, don’t worry. You will be my date this Saturday,” he emphasizes, winking.

With step one complete, the next move is to make a grand entrance.

Thursday afternoon, Mikasa, Annie, and Hitch accompany you to the mall to pick out your outfit. Your roommate suggests a red dress, similar to one that she’s planning to wear. Annie and Hitch, fully aware of your Eren situation, recommend a black, off-the-shoulder bodycon, coming down just past your knees. Complete with a side slit the runs up mid-thigh. A revenge dress.

Out of the fitting room, Mikasa let’s out a low whistle. “Okay, forget I even suggested red because this is everything.”

“You look hot!” Hitch exclaims.

“It’s perfect,” Annie says.

In it, you feel confident, beautiful, and most of all, powerful. You’re ready to pull the rug out from under him in one fell swoop.

Saturday arrives. At the hotel, you and Mike check into your single room. By the time you’re finished in the bathroom, you hear a soft knock on the door. Upon opening it, Mike, handsome and suave in his navy-blue suit, looks you up and down. “You look fucking amazing.”

You smile at him. “Thank you. So do you.”

The two of you share this unspoken agreement to remain friends, maybe with a couple benefits here and there. However, your main focus tonight is to deal with Eren.

“We better head to Erwin’s room now before I get any ideas.” Giving you one more look, he turns around to collect his bottle of Hennessy, waiting for you to slip into your heels.

Down the hall, Erwin, Hange, Petra, and Levi share a room, where they host the pre-game. Mikasa and Jean eventually join, as well as some other seniors. The president and vice president leave first to set up downstairs, dragging their dates along with them. One by one, more people leave until it’s just you, Mike, Mikasa, and Jean.

As it gets closer to dinnertime, you wobble towards the ballroom, tipsy and giggly from the cognac. Mike tries to hold you steady, but he’s no better off. You take a quick look at the seating chart, noting your assignment. Mikasa follows Jean to the other side of the room as you and Mike make your way to Table 3, finding it already mostly occupied. Petra and Levi, who you just saw, greet you with amused expressions on their faces.

It takes you a minute to register that Eren is seated at the same table, staring at you with wide eyes and a clenched jaw. This is not a part of your plan.

Regardless, this is going to be fun.

Avoiding his gaze, you and Mike occupy the empty seats between Pieck and Levi. You acknowledge your neighbor with a smile, who returns it.

“I love your dress. You look so pretty!” you compliment her.

“Thank you. You look pretty, too.”

You continue to chat with Pieck, completely ignoring Eren, who is visibly uncomfortable beside her.

You’re not exactly sure what the next step in your plan is yet. Once you made it to the dance, you figure you’d toy with him, flaunt your sexy black dress in his face until he’s drooling. And if you have the chance to catch him alone tonight, then you’d confront him, ending your relationship once and for all. But there’s no way to predict if that opportunity will ever come, considering how unlikely it is to get a moment alone together. Deciding to go with the flow, you try to relax, relishing the way Eren sneaks subtle glances at you.

Dinner starts. Mike is already on his third drink from the bar, speech slurred, tie loosened. Definitely drunk. Levi attempts to slow him down by switching his cocktail with a glass of water, which works until Mike finally notices the difference. By the time the entrees are out, he gets up once more for another rum and coke.

For the first time all night, you hear Eren speak. “He’s fucking wasted.” There’s malice in his voice, clearly annoyed.

Levi shrugs. “He always does this at formals.”

Eren rolls his eyes. “It’s distracting.”

Petra chimes in. “Oh, he’s harmless.”

He stands up abruptly, rattling the table. “Whatever. I’m getting some punch.”

You wait a minute or two to make your move. “I’m going to get punch too. Anybody want anything?”

Pieck says, “I’d like some, please.”

“You got it. I’ll be right back.”

Eren is alone when you approach the refreshments table, opposite side of the room from where the bar is. He takes a sip from his punch before reaching into his pocket for a flask. He notices you as you pour two cups of punch for yourself and Pieck.

He looks around, making sure the coast is clear. “What are you doing here?”

“Oh, so you’re actually speaking to me in public now?”

He ignores that, repeating, “What are you doing here?”

“I’m getting myself and your date punch, since you aren’t doing it yourself.”

Taking a deep breath, he mutters, “You know what I mean. Why didn’t you tell me you were coming here with Mike?”

“Why should I? You never told me that you were going to bring Pieck until after the fact. And as far as I know, we don’t have to tell each other anything. You’re not my boyfriend.”

He blinks at you, seemingly at a loss for words. You continue to glare at him, waiting for a response.

After a couple of seconds, he murmurs, “This is different.”

“How?”

“I have no intentions of fucking Pieck. But Mike…I know he’s trying to fuck you.”

“Is that all I’m good for? Sex? Has it ever crossed your mind that Mike actually likes me?” Your composure is beginning to crack.

“Come on, I see the way he looks at you. He’s a fucking skeeze,” he spits out.

“So what? At least he talks to me. Acknowledges my existence.”

He swallows hard, saying in a low voice, “That’s not fair.”

“Well, it’s the truth.”

You stare at one another, neither of you backing down. You’re tempted to tell him it’s over, that you want to end it with him. But it still doesn’t feel like the right time yet. Maybe you want it to hurt a little more.

As you turn around to walk back to the table, you hear him say, “You look beautiful, by the way. You are beautiful.”

Shit. You promised yourself you wouldn’t fall for his sweet talk. Every time he calls you that, your heart flutters.

Without responding, you walk away from him and back to your seat, handing Pieck her punch. Mike is back in his chair, scarfing down his steak. A few minutes later, Eren sits down, clearing his throat nervously. Focused on the plate of food in front of you, his compliment replays in your head like lyrics to your favorite song. You grip your fork tightly, upset for wavering, trying to convince yourself that it doesn’t mean anything.

You eat your meal in peace, casually chatting with the others, except for Eren, who remains sullen and quiet. Dessert is served and there’s a couple of minutes for everyone to digest and socialize. Erwin makes a quick announcement, thanking all of the brothers for a great semester, despite last year’s scandal. He even gives a special shoutout to Sigma Nu Kappa for a successful partnership, helping them regain their well-received reputation. He signals to the DJ, who starts up the music again, formally opening up the dancefloor.

“Let’s go,” Eren mumbles to Pieck.

She has an excited expression on her face as she asks, “Are we going to dance?”

“No, we’re going to Reiner’s table. C’mon.”

Frowning, she follows him to where Reiner and Bertolt sit with their dates, looking bored and unenthused.

Grinning at Mike, you yank his wrist, beckoning him to the dancefloor. He gives you a goofy smile and follows, joining your friends who already started dancing. More people surround you, creating a lively atmosphere as the music blares through the speakers.

Mike dances behind you, sliding his hands around your waist to pull you in closer. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, the bold scent of liquor emanating from his warm breath. You feel the vibrations on your skin as he hums along to the song.

You place your hands over his, swinging your hips in rhythm to the music as he moves with you. You glance over to where Eren’s sits, sulking right alongside Reiner and Bertolt, their poor guests watching the rest of the crowd in envy. Once in a while, your eyes meet; you quickly look away to turn your attention back to Mike and the rest of your friends.

~~~

The last person Eren expects to see tonight is her. Yet, here she is, gorgeous and stunning, exactly like in his fantasies. She wears that dress as if it was tailored to her and only her. It’s perfection.

Except for the fact that Mike is wrapped around her like a fucking snake.

The universe has a funny way of messing with Eren. And rightfully so, considering what an asshole he’s been. Still, this form of punishment seems a little too cruel.

He watches from a distance as he slithers all over her, practically salivating on her, similar to a beast in the wild preparing for a feast. Eren’s skin crawls with rage and jealousy.

“You’re not going to dance, are you?” he hears Sandra ask Reiner, who slouches lazily in his seat.

“Nope.”

Rolling her eyes, she says, “Fine. I’m going to join Hitch and her friends then. You’re boring.”

“Whatever, have fun with those freaks,” he mumbles.

Suddenly, Eren feels a tap on his shoulder, finding Pieck and Louise standing together with their purses in hand. “Louise and I are going back to campus. She’s not feeling well.”

He quickly turns around to look at Bertolt, who’s propped up on his elbow against the table, looking absolutely disinterested.

Facing the girls again, he asks Pieck, “You have to go too?”

She nods. “Yeah, I don’t want her to go alone.”

“Are you coming back?”

“I don’t think so. Honestly, you’re not a fun person.”

Ouch. Her bluntness stings. Can he blame her, though? He’s not exactly a bundle of joy right now.

“Anyways, our Uber is coming, so we’re just going to wait outside.” They walk towards the exit, leaving the three moody Alpha Tau brothers alone.

Eren leans back in his chair, defeated. He envisioned formal differently. In his imagination, he’s having fun with her as his date. He should be out there right now, not Mike. Dancing, smiling, and laughing around their friends. Happy and carefree together. Instead, he’s sitting in the corner, pretending to be too cool to have a good time.

It's his own fault. He refuses to admit it out loud, but he did let Reiner influence his decisions. Is he really that desperate to create a reputation for himself that won’t matter in a few years? Maybe even in a few months? At the rate he’s going, he’ll be known for being a dud anyways. It’s not like he was actively trying to be a fuck boy, considering he’s only ever wanted to be with her since they started.

Besides, what’s so bad about dating a Sigma Nu Kappa? Reiner is the only one who seems to have an issue with it. On his big brother’s word alone, Eren has been convinced that dating an SNK girl is a disgrace. He didn’t even think to question it until now. There’s nothing wrong with them. Sure, Annie can be scary most of the time, but he recognizes how loyal she is to those she cares about. Mikasa has been his friend for years, and while she can be just as intense as he is, she loves her friends fiercely.

And with her, he can’t think of any major flaws. To him, she’s beautiful, inside and out.

He lays his head on the table, confused about his feelings, which are constantly in limbo. So much so that even he can’t keep up with himself. Again, he wonders why this is more difficult than it needs to be. Is he that afraid of falling in love?

From his peripheral, he notices her and Mike walk off the dancefloor. The senior heads straight to the bar while she exits the ballroom. Without thinking, Eren follows her from a distance. In the hotel lobby, he watches her make her way outside, probably to cool herself down after nearly an hour of dancing.

He sinks into one of the couches, waiting for her to reappear. He wants a moment alone, just the two of them. Away from the crowd, uninterrupted by the music. Most of all, he wants to invite her to his room now that he has it all to himself. This is an opportunity he didn’t think he’d get at all today. He’ll regret it if he doesn’t take advantage of it.

Once she’s back in the lobby, she heads down the hallway leading to the bathrooms. Giving him the opening he’s been wishing for all night.

~~~

After an hour of dancing, you feel yourself overheating from the constant movement and the heat radiating from the crowd. You and Mike decide to take a break. He leaves for the bar to take shots with Erwin and the other seniors. Sweat beading on your forehead, you make your way outside, in dire need for fresh air. Pieck and Louise are huddled, standing at the curb.

“Are you two leaving already?” you ask, waving your hand across your face like a fan, still burning up from all the dancing.

Pieck replies, “Yeah. Louise isn’t feeling well, so we’re going back.”

“Oh no! Are you alright? Do you need medicine or anything?”

Louise grins, answering, “Do you have a pill for someone dying of boredom? Because that’s what I need for Bertolt.”

Surprised and amused at her joke, you chuckle, “What do you mean?”

“He barely talks! Every time I try to start a conversation, he only gives me one-word answers. And he keeps ogling at Annie. That dude has it so bad for her, it’s sad.”

“So you’re not really sick?”

“Of course not. I just needed an excuse to get us out of there.”

Laughing, you look over at Pieck. “How about you? Were you not having fun either?”

She shrugs, that same polite smile on her face. “Not really.”

“You should have joined us on the dancefloor!”

She laughs. “But how would I get out of spending the night in the same room as Eren? I figured it’s better to just bail completely.” She pauses, then says, “You know, he’s always staring at you.”

Surprised by her observation, you look at her, silently waiting for her to explain further.

“It was just like at the Halloween party. Either he really hates you or he’s absolutely crazy about you. I’m guessing it’s the latter.”

You look down at the ground, flustered. “I don’t know about that.”

She leans in to nudge you gently in the arm. “It’s pretty obvious he’s got a thing for you. I even told him earlier today how I was surprised that he was taking me instead of you. His girlfriend.”

“I am not his girlfriend. I’m sure he told you that, too.”

“Yeah, he did. But he’s a dumb, immature boy. Of course he’s too proud to admit it.”

“I don’t think it’s pride that’s getting in his way. It’s his ego.” Fearing you revealed too much, you veer off. “Anyways, I’m sorry you two didn’t have a good time.”

“At least the food was good,” Louise comments. Her phone chimes. “Oh, our Uber is almost here. Tell Mikasa I say bye! I didn’t get a chance to tell her I’m leaving.”

“Will do. Have a safe ride home!” You bid them farewell then walk back into the lobby, the distinct thump of the bass resounding from the ballroom. Still feeling sticky with sweat, you head to the bathroom down an empty hallway to blot your face and touch up your makeup.

As you exit, you notice Eren leaning against the wall, waiting for you. The two of you hold each other’s gaze for a few seconds before he suddenly takes you by the wrist and leads you farther into the hall, hidden behind a large plant.

Back pressed to the wall, trapped by both his hands at either side of your head, you stare at him wide-eyed as he studies you with uneven breaths. You swallow hard, muttering his name.

One of his hands slide over your shoulder, fingertips tickling your skin gently until they’re at your wrist. He brings your hand up to his lips and scatters soft kisses in between your knuckles.

“My date left, so I have the room all to myself. Room 324. Come by,” he whispers, kissing the inside of your wrist. “Please.”

You feel your heart race and a familiar sensation fluttering below your belly as he continues to kiss you, green eyes peering at you longingly.

“I’m with Mike,” you stutter, suddenly shy under his gaze.

“Well, if he’s too drunk to get it up, you know where to find me,” he teases, smiling into your skin. He drops your hand and cups your cheek, leaning in closer. “Can I kiss you?”

Every fiber of your being is screaming at you to refuse his advances. But one kiss wouldn’t hurt, right? You reach for the collar of his sweater and push your lips together. His tongue slips inside your mouth in an instant, eager for a taste.

You pull away from him. “Maybe I don’t want to see you later tonight.”

He flashes a cocky smirk. “Sure. Whatever you say.”

You’re tempted to kiss him once more. Instead, you push him off and walk away, heading back into the ballroom.

Mike is slouched onto Levi’s shoulder at your table. When Levi spots you, he yells out, “Oi, I think I’m going to bring him back to your room now. He’s pretty much passed out.”

You sit beside them, stroking Mike’s arm. “Is he okay?”

“Yeah, he’s fine. Just piss drunk. Feel free to hang out here for a little while longer.”

“No, it’s okay. I’ll help you,” you offer. “Just in case.”

“Alright. Let’s go.”

The two of you sling Mike’s arms over your shoulders, carrying him as he drags his feet languidly. Once you’re back inside your room, you and Levi carefully place him on the bed, where he shifts around until he’s snuggled with a pillow, grunting occasionally. Levi snorts, “Idiot.”

He looks to you and says, “Thanks for helping me. Sorry he’s like this.”

“No worries. I’m not mad. I should have expected this.”

Levi leaves, heading back as you sit at the edge of the bed, watching Mike snore noisily. You fill a glass of water and set it on the dresser beside him in case he needs to hydrate. You poke him with your finger, which only causes him to mumble something incoherent. To be fair, you were warned about this.

You hear your phone vibrate in your purse. There’s one new message:

Eren: I’m in my room now

Staring at the text, you contemplate your next move. This is the opportunity you were hoping for. A moment alone with Eren, a chance to fulfill what you need to do. Despite all the anger and resentment you harbor for him, there’s still a part of you that desires to be with him one last time.

Letting your feet lead you to Room 324, you decide to give in to one more moment of weakness.

~~~

Eren sits at the end of the bed, staring at the text message he just sent, eagerly waiting for a response. Tapping his foot nervously, he checks his phone every five seconds to make sure he isn’t missing anything.

Ten grueling minutes pass and a gentle knock on the door stirs his insides. He takes a deep breath and opens the door, thrilled to see her, still in her sensual black dress that’s been tantalizing him all fucking night.

He pulls her into the room, double locking the door when it shuts. Squishing her adorable cheeks between his palms, he leans forward and kisses her hungrily, tongue licking her lips and grazing her teeth. Desperate to taste every bit of her that he’s been deprived of all week long.

They lie on the bed, him on top of her, his hands roaming her body starting from her neck down to her legs. Flirting with the seductive slit exposing her thighs. The dress is skintight, hugging every inch of her figure flawlessly. His cock is already hard beneath his slacks, and they haven’t even undressed yet.

“Take my clothes off,” she breathes out, rolling to her side to show him the zipper. He obeys, marveling at her bare back as he splits the dress open. He trails kisses along the skin he uncovers. She slides the dress off at her shoulders, where he gives her a nibble, resulting in that cute giggle he loves hearing so much.

“Don’t giggle like that with anyone else. Only me,” he demands, kissing her sloppily as he shoves her dress lower to reveal her breasts. He hovers over her, sucking at one of her nipples until it’s plump and taut between his lips.

“Fuck,” she moans, squirming beneath him as she wiggles out of her dress completely. In record time, Eren strips off all of his clothes, leaving just his briefs, barely concealing his erection.

“I’ve missed you,” he whispers, mouth surrounding her other tit as his fingers drift to her arousal, rubbing at the wet spot of her black lace panties. “I’ve missed this pretty pussy, too.”

He slips his middle finger pass the fabric, collecting the slick from her entrance to rub onto her clit. Upon contact, her hips buck, begging for more of his touch. With a chuckle, he releases her nipple from his mouth to suck on a spot on her neck, hard enough to leave a mark. He buries his nose in the divot of her collarbone, inhaling her intoxicating, familiar scent.

“Can I taste you?” he asks, dying to quench his thirst, willing to drown in her arousal.

She nods, fingers hooking the hem of her underwear to remove them. He slides them off her, eyeing her naked body greedily.

“Sit on my face. I want it to drip into my mouth.”

She curses under her breath, scooting over for him to lie down. He can’t help but smile as she straddles him, gripping the headboard and slowly lowering her hips so her pussy is flush against his lips.

“Don’t hold back, baby. Ride my face like you ride my cock.” With his hands on her hips, he sucks on her clit until she’s whining in pleasure, slick trickling out of her slit and onto his chin.

She rocks back and forth, obeying his instructions like the good girl she’s always been.

“Come all over my face, baby. Get that pussy really wet for my cock.”

Moaning, she ruts against him faster, his lips surrounding her as he flicks her clit with his tongue rapidly. Cum coats his mouth and chin. She carefully lifts herself off, kneeling besides him, eyes glazed over from her orgasm.

Sitting up to face her, he caresses her cheek, pulling her in for a passionate kiss. He takes his time, appreciating her supple lips and the subtle contrast of his rough thumb brushing over the delicate skin of her cheekbone. He reaches down his briefs, sliding them off and tossing them to the floor. He strokes his cock, craving to feel her lush walls squeeze tightly around him.

~~~

Eren breaks away, slightly out of breath, whispering, “Can you ride me? I want to see your face.”

The words slip out of his mouth, smooth like butter, enticing as ever. You nod, granting his request. Knowing this will be the last time.

He lies back down, gazing at you. You straddle his lap, rubbing your wet folds against him before you position your entrance at the tip of his dick. Without using your hands, you slide onto him, feeling the vibrations from his gravely moans reverberate through his chest.

You ride him slowly, thrusting your ass onto his hard cock. He squeezes your hips, directing you to move faster. You resist, determined to set your own pace. For once, you’re in control, not him.

“Fuck, you’re so good. You’re so fucking good to me,” he chants as you grind onto his lap. You start moaning along with him, succumbing to the pleasure, leaning onto his chest, and listening to his racing heartbeat. He keeps one hand at your waist; the other at the nape of your neck, pulling you in closer.

“God, you’re beautiful. I’m so lucky. I’m so fucking lucky,” he whispers to you, lips grazing your ear. You tilt your head up to meet his gaze.

“Kiss me,” he says, staring at you with soft eyes, yearning for you.

You lean in to brush your lips against his, making him think everything is fine. Sending him to Cloud 9 so that he can crash down onto the cold, hard dirt once you’re through with him.

After a few minutes of fucking, he mutters, “I’m sorry.”

The apology catches you off guard. He’s pulling every weapon out of his arsenal, his velvety words attempting to latch on to you like a leech.

“I’m sorry about tonight. I’ll make it up to you, okay? I promise.”

You don’t respond. With your eyes shut, you continue to ride him, letting your second orgasm build up.

He caresses your cheek again, thumb brushing the soft skin right below your eye. “Baby, please look at me.”

His expression is sincere; there’s warmth in the way he looks at you, affection in the small smile he displays.

“I’m yours, okay? I’m all yours.”

You’re close. It’s almost over. He’s tugging at your heartstrings like he never has before. But this time, it’s not enough. You’re not falling for it anymore.

“I promise you; everything is going to be okay,” he whispers, kissing your forehead, voice trembling.

He makes promises just as easily as he breaks them. You’ve lost trust in him completely. His words mean nothing. They no longer have this everlasting hold on you.

Still silent except for the soft whines that escape from your lips, you ride him faster, wanting to milk him for all he’s worth. Take advantage of him the way he has with you.

“Fuck,” he groans, planting his feet onto the bed and moving his hips in rhythm with your thrusts. “You’re going to make me come, sweetie. Is that what you want?”

You nod into his neck, his hands now holding you in place as he starts pounding into your pussy relentlessly.

“Okay, baby. I’ll give it to you. I’m all yours. All yours,” he repeats, fucking you until you reach your orgasm, letting the pleasure sweep through you.

Soon after, he groans a drawn out, “Fuck,” as you feel his hot load fill you up.

He holds you in his arms, no rush to let you go. Nose pressed into the top of your head, inhaling and exhaling deeply. You savor the steady cadence of his heartbeat, the rise and fall of his chest, the warmth of his skin. Letting yourself imagine only for a short moment that this is what could’ve been if it was any different with you two. Nostalgic for a relationship that never really existed to begin with. One that was doomed from the start.

Maybe you’ll meet again in another lifetime. One where it’s genuine. Painless. Easy.

Just not this one.

His arms loosen as soon as you initiate movement. You remain silent as you pick your dress off the floor and carry it with you into the bathroom. The knob turned all the way to hot, you wait as the heat from the shower fills the space with a steamy cloud. Stepping in carefully, you let the water rinse any cum and sweat from your body, erasing all traces of Eren.

When you’re finally cleansed, you dry yourself with a towel and slip into your black dress. Studying your reflection in the mirror, you take a few deep breaths, preparing for your final act.

~~~

Eren cannot stop smiling.

He’s lying on the bed, palms behind his head, arms splayed out to the sides. Cock glistening with cum. Sheets messy, pillows disheveled all from their love making. He’s in fucking paradise. Whenever they have sex, he always feels on top of the world. Totally and utterly elated. Soaring on Cloud 9.

The best part is that it’s not Mike who she’ll be spending the rest of the night with. It’s him. Eren is the winner. He gets the prize.

It doesn’t even bother him how he uprooted his buried feelings for her. He’ll blame it on the alcohol, which has since dissipated from his bloodstream nearly an hour ago. Or he’ll blame it on being caught up in their fuck fest. Either way, it seems she’s no longer mad at him. He’s got everything under control.

Several minutes pass before she comes out of the bathroom, wearing her black dress. He stretches his arms out, beckoning her back into bed. “Come here, baby. Let’s cuddle.”

She leans down to collect her heels and purse from the floor. “I’m leaving.”

He grins at her odd joke. “Baby, stop kidding around. Come here.”

“I’m leaving,” she repeats. “I don’t want to do this anymore.”

The smile fades, his brain slowly processing the words coming out of her mouth. “What? What are you talking about?”

“Eren, I’m ending this. It’s over. You and me. We’re done.”

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End Notes: We’re almost near the end y’all! Thank you for sticking with it! Also, thanks so much for all the comments, messages, likes, and reblogs. I can’t express into words how grateful I am for every single interaction this fic gets. It gives me LIFE! So much love for ALL of you. 💕

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beautyisinkonpaper · 11 days

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more random reijean (and alliance) headcanons

set post-rumbling - not NSFW

- Reiner is soooo shy (someone else said this one, credit where it's due)

-Given that Reiner's a very attractive man, i think it would be funny to see the alliance's reaction to him getting flirted with

- Jean would be jealous as fuck

- speaking of Jean, he either takes on a leader role post rumbling or he sits back and lets Armin do it. I think he steps down from being a leader tbh, because a large part of why he's a leader is because Marco believed in him, and he didn't want to let Marco down... after the finale, though, i think he lets the memory, and himself, rest. He's not going to live his new life ruled by the expectations of ghosts

- Onyonkapon and Levi become pretty good friends, bonding over Hange's memory. Also, levi deserves friends his age.

- Levi and Annie slowly, slowly get over their ghosts. I like to think he forgives her eventually, but for the most part they only acknowledge each other's existence when they're alone.

- i think Annie LOVES tea, so she makes Levi a cup whenever she makes it for herself. It's sort of an apology. She never was taught how to express emotions with words, so she lets her actions speak.

- Armin and Annie are the Cutest. Couple. Connie and Pieck start a betting pool for when they'll officially get together.

- (someone else said this) Levi Gets a Teashop. they all save up money to buy it, and take turns working and cleaning.

- injury was very very common in the military so they're all quite okay with levi being disabled (i feel like this one should go unsaid but I've seen a lot of casual ableism in fics)

- Pieck's dad adopts everyone. He makes them home cooked meals. I think Jean can cook best out of everyone, but they're all military brats and aren't used to Good Food, especially with the paradis food shortage and lack of world trade. Post Rumbling there's very little in terms of available ingredients, but poor people know how to COOK on limited supplies.

- on the subject of food, how would they all react to SPICE??? armin would cry.

- Levi spends so much time with Gabi and Falco, because all the able bodied adults are helping with rebuilding. He teaches them to say fuck.

- Reiner has Zero survival instincts, because he had titan healing. He's the mf that runs with scissors.

- PIECK HAS POTS!! (yes i'm projecting). her body literally can't handle pumping blood when she's standing vertically, because she was horizontal for so long

- Levi is still the grumpiest bitch on the planet but he loves his kids (he eventually comes to see reiner and peick as children-in-law, because he hasn't cared about them for as long)

- Gabi grows up to look like Sasha. Jean and Connie have forgiven her, but they do have a good cry over it one night.

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ye4gerism · 11 months

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Bachelorette season is starting up again! Y/N L/N is the new stunning face of the Bachelorette and so far the viewers feel that she’s favorable.

Of course, the honeymoon phase of the show will decrease episode by episode and someone is bound to crack really soon.

INTO THE LIVES OF THE BOYS: exclusive interviews with the eight remaining contestants

“What are you looking for in a partner?”

COLT GRICE: i’m honestly looking for someone who is willing to go through the ups and downs of life with me. i know that sounds basic but trust me, i know what it’s like to watch a marriage fall apart because one person wasn’t committed enough.

EREN YEAGER: you know, when i think of a partner, i think of someone i can jump out of a plane with. my partner and i should be able to feel the “breeze” of marriage and overcome everything together

“Do you have any past relationships?”

OYANKOPON: who hasn’t? i hope this isn’t some sort of trick question. there was a person i thought i’d marry but an unforeseen event helped me understand that they weren’t for me.

JEAN KIRSTEIN: oh yeah…too many. i was kind of a player in high school and i screwed around a lot in college but as i’ve gotten older, i realized that i want a family and a future.

“Eren you and Zeke look oddly alike. Why is that?”

EREN YEAGER: really? that blonde mop? i don’t really see it.

“What is your guilty pleasure?”

ARMIN ARLERT: i’m sort of into conspiracy theories. sometimes i feel bad because as bizarre as some are, they’re kind of believable.

PORCO GALLIARD: i won’t lie; i love ordering in. i eat healthy and everything yes but, boy, don’t i love sitting on my couch on a friday night and eating my favorite that just got delivered to me.

“How do you like to spend your free time?

CONNIE SPRINGER: i personally love spending time with my two younger siblings. i love living life through them.

REINER BRAUN: my niece is the funniest person i know. since the moment she was born, she’s brought a smile to my face. i love spending my free time with her!

A LITTLE BIRDIE TOLD ME…: dirt on the cast

“Rumor has it one of the contestants has a wife.”

We wouldn’t be surprised. 10 handsome men enter the show and none of them are married? That’s a little suspicious don’t you think? Colt and Reiner are definitely hubby material.

“Eren is passed around like a football 😞”

With those green eyes, the ladies are probably all over him…and he’s probably all over them too. You didn’t hear it from us though.”

“Jean and Eren don‘t get along”

An insider told us the two were throwing looks at each other. It probably has something to do with Eren stealing Jean’s girlfriend in highschool.

“I heard that jean and eren went to high school tg and that eren stole jean’s long term gf”

What did we say?

“Zeke has a crush on Y/N”

we have a crush on y/n too!

“Zeke has daddy kink”

Oh!😀

“I heard y/n f*cked zeke to get on the show”

Are we talking about the right Zeke?

“yn is just gonna be playing all the guys, she's there for vibes”

We love a good feminist! Why be on a show for marriage when you can be a show to play men? We love it.

That’s all for now! Tune in next week for more juicy details!

i didn’t hit all questions but i will use them next week’s post! some of these answers made me laugh lmao😭 imagine zeke falling for you (UNLESS👁️). i’ll definitely incorporate some of these rumors into the story :). i also forgot to introduce hitch and pieck, so i’ll try and integrate them into the next few chapters!

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pickalilywrites · 1 month

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Marcel helps Porco on what to do for Valentines day with Pieck.

cupid's helper

pokkopiku. modern au. 1089 words.

Pieck loves her boyfriend even though he’s not necessarily the most romantic person in the world. Porco is not one for large, romantic gestures. He’s more practical, always giving her gifts that are functional in addition to fulfilling at least one of her wants. He doesn’t splurge on restaurants, selecting more economical places to wine and dine on dates because it’s more financially responsible. He opts for substance over style, trying to avoid overcrowded and overhyped date spots in favor of timeless and classic date spots that they’ll remember forever. Pieck loves all of this about Porco. She loves how responsible, thoughtful, and practical he is, so it’s unusual when he tells her that for Valentine’s Day he’s planning something big and romantic for them. When she had offered her help, he had staunchly refused, telling her that he had everything covered.

It’s not as if she doesn’t expect Porco to surprise her every now and then, but it does seem out of the ordinary when she comes home to their apartment one night and rose petals are scattered everywhere on the floor. Candles are lit all around their apartment, their aroma filling the entire living room and filling Pieck’s lungs with the scent of sandalwood.

“I thought you didn’t like things like this,” Pieck says with a grin, her smile growing wider when she sees the slick suit that Porco is wearing for their night in. She lets him slide her coat off her shoulders and hang it for her on the coat rack. “Don’t you dislike lighting candles in our apartment? They’re a fire hazard, you said.”

“I can make an exception for tonight. Besides, I’ll blow them out in a bit,” Porco says. He places one hand lightly against the small of Pieck’s back and guides her gently towards the dining room where the table has been set with a tablecloth and their best silverware and china. “I made you dinner tonight.”

“Ooh, I’m such a lucky gal,” Pieck says, clasping her hands together excitedly. She waits for Porco to pull her chair out for her before she takes her seat. She gazes lovingly at her boyfriend as he retreats into the kitchen to get the first course. She smiles when he places a bowl of cassoulet, a slow-cooked pork and mutton stew cooked with beans and sausage. “You don’t normally make such extravagant meals.”

“Well, you’re more than worth it,” Porco replies, which only makes Pieck smile grow wider.

Each dish is more complex and surprising than the next. Porco doesn’t typically show off with his cooking skills, opting for simple and practical dishes because they were budget-friendly and efficient for their busy lifestyles. Following the cassoulet is a creamy lobster risotto and then a colorful panzanella salad before serving the main course of mushroom, spinach, gruyere-stuffed pork tenderloin with a side of saffron rice.

“This is all so delicious!” Pieck hums as she takes another bite of the succulent tenderloin. “Are you planning on opening a restaurant, Pokko? You should have told me. I could help you manage it.”

“God, no. I don’t have the patience for that,” Porco snorts. He picks up his wine glass, swirls it, and then takes a sip of it. “This is for you and only you.”

“What a lucky girl I am,” Pieck smiles. She pretends not to notice when Porco glances at his phone for the dozenth time that night. He’s not usually the type to constantly look at his phone, but it seems tonight he’s more anxious about it than ever. Even now, she can see that he’s itching to check his screen. She wonders what he’s so anxious about.

“Well, you do only deserve the best,” Porco says. It’s only when he’s speaking to her that he can tear his gaze away from his phone. She’s only just noticed it now, but his smile seems a little more forced than usual. He wipes his mouth with his napkin and gives Pieck another forced smile. “Should I get dessert?”

“Ooh, yes. That would be lovely,” Pieck says. She purses her lips and watches Porco leave for the kitchen.

Every time he’s left for the kitchen, he’s always taken his phone. This time, however, he’s left it sitting on the table. He must have forgotten it in his haste. Pieck should probably leave it alone, especially since Porco will be back for it, but her curiosity gets the best of her. Before she knows it, she finds herself reaching across the table and taking Porco’s phone for herself, unlocking it with her own fingerprint since he had added her fingerprints as a biometric password to his device a long time ago.

Pieck can’t say what she had been expecting, but she certainly didn’t think she would be seeing a slew of messages from Marcel. Based on their conversation, Porco has been messaging his brother throughout the night to give him an update on the Valentine’s Day dinner. Pieck scrolls through the messages quickly, smiling as she reads the chat log between the brothers. It seems Porco had enlisted the help of his older brother to plan this Valentine’s Day date, which explains the uncharacteristic rose petals and candles as well as the extravagant dinner. It even seems that Porco had sent Marcel photos of each dish before he had carried them out to Pieck, asking Marcel’s opinion of the plating and seeking reassurance that everything looked good.

“What are you doing?”

Pieck turns around to see her boyfriend carrying a plate of chocolate lava cake. She grins as she holds out her phone, showing Porco his conversation with Marcel. “Did Marcel help you plan all of this?” she asks.

Porco hurriedly sets the cake on the table before snatching his phone from Pieck. He shoves his phone in the pocket of his trousers with a groan. “You weren’t supposed to see that.”

“I think it’s cute. You really went above and beyond with this one, and it’s sweet of Marcel to help,” Pieck says. She stands up and cups her boyfriend’s face in her hands. With a mischievous grin, she whispers, “I didn’t know Marcel was so romantic. Should I go on a date with him next?”

Even though Pieck is clearly joking, Porco grabs Pieck fiercely by the waist and pulls her close. “Don’t even think about it,” he growls against her neck, his breath hot against her skin.

Pieck just laughs and runs her fingers through his hair before pulling him in for a kiss.

#snk #pokkopiku #porco galliard #pieck finger #modern au #asks #answered #anon #anonymous #requests

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melishade · 3 months

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I love how careless Marley is handling the literal blood of Satan when one wrong move means imminent death lol. Them mfs are going to be responsible for the fuckin' zombie/terrorcon apocalypse and the best excuse they can give at this point is "we did a lil oopsie". This is not even that far-fatched too when you remember how zombie like Berthold was before his death and take the episode "Thirst" into consideration. It also makes me wonder, is a human terrorcon possible? Like in theory it should be since it's just dark energon possessing a corpse. If Dark Energon can bring even Ratchet's broken tool and Skyquake's arm to life what's stopping it from doing that to alien lifeforms? An Outbreak AU with Megatron going "I TOLD YOU SO!" every 5 seconds would be fun to read lmao.

So...we're having a Zombie AU now? Okay, I guess.

I mean, it's highly possible for that to happen with how reckless Marley has been depicted to be in the show and how dangerous dark energon is. It did turn Cylas into a terrorcon, even though his circumstances were extremely different from a regular human. But he was still a human who had succumb to the effects of dark energon.

Not to mention Raf has nearly died from it, but we've never seen what would have happened if he had died from it. Would he have respawned as Unicron's minion? We'll never know.

As for the Zombie AU

TW Violence TW Death

Let's say during the skirmish of Bertholdt scumming to dark energon, instead of beating a scientist to death, he bites a scientist before he gets shot by Magath. The scientist starts feeling unwell and he's kept under quarantine to be checked over. A day later, the scientist gets worse before straight up dying. One of the scientists checks the bodies and the scientist's corpse respawns before biting into the neck of another scientist.

Basically it's an infection frenzy. But it becomes worse with Eldians. Because while non-Eldians fall victim within a day, Eldians fall victim in a matter of hours. So you can imagine just how fast shit hits the fan once Eldians start getting infected. Megatron starts feeling a weak pulse of dark energon, which gets stronger in a matter of hours. He informs Optimus and Hanji about it before going back to the mainland...and is literally met with everything being in shambles. Non-Eldians are slow walking zombies. Eldians unfortunately sprint.

So now just picture Megatron running in holoform away from the horde to get answers.

Megatron ends up finding some Warriors and Warrior Cadets, but it's not looking too good. The Warrior Cadets are screaming for their lives as some infected Marleyans and Eldians are trying to grab at them. Pieck is doing her best to fend them off but they are climbing all over her titan form. Megatron manages to grab the Warrior Cadets and pull them to safety, but Gabi ends up getting bit in the leg during the skirmish.

Megatron demands to know what the hell is going on. But the Warrior Cadets are in complete confusion. Megatron demands to know where the Warriors are, but they don't know. Porco speaks up hearing rumors about a titan ritual happening and says they might be in the science division. Megatron tells them all to stay outside of the science division as he ventures there alone to figure out what's going on. He somehow manages to find an unconscious Annie in her cell. No one even bothered to go in, and quickly makes a move to grab her and run. Whatever was happening, he wasn't going to let a titan shifter get infected. It looked like it was too late for the Cart Titan anyway.

Megatron then spotted all the Marleyan soldiers, including Calvi, huddled in a bunker and ignored them for the time being. He then finds Zeke and Magath gathering weapons and Reiner begging the both of them to go get Bertholdt out of here. Megatron ends up speaking in his regular voice demanding what the hell happened, causing Reiner to understandably freak out and for Magath to be on the defensive. Zeke has no choice but to explain what happened and Megatron can't help but chew all of them out for being so careless with dark energon in the first place. Megatron immediately hands Zeke Annie and goes to look for Bertholdt. Megatron sees patient zero spazzing out due to the dark energon. Megatron tries to kill him, but there's a cave in that causes him and Bertholdt to be separated from each other.

Megatron and the others realize that Pieck has completely succumbed to the infection and is wrecking the compound. Pieck ends up killing Zofia in the process and Megatron has no choice but to reveal his titan form and crush Pieck, killing her, and any other people who have become infected. He could feel the pull of dark energon in him but he refuses to utilize it. He refuses to succumb to its alluring call.

Megatron then tells them all he's taking them to the island. Some try to retort, but Megatron proclaims that the entire world is no doubt going to hell and the island is the safest option. He has to transport them two at a time, and as he's getting them to the island and having to explain what's going on. Gabi succumbs to her infection and starts going haywire. She starts attacking people, and ends up biting Jean's hand. Optimus in holoform quickly subdues him, and as she's thrashing in his grip, Optimus notices the really nasty bite mark on her legs. Optimus remembers the horror movies that the kids on Earth used to watch and quickly explains that infection spreads through bite marks or bodily fluids. Jean is staring at his bitten hand in horror, but Mikasa ends up thinking fast and cuts off his arm, causing him to scream in pain. Everyone's yelling in frustration at her but Hanji quickly gets to work to stop the bleeding.

Optimus and Megatron are arguing in holoform about Gabi's condition and Megatron is proclaiming they need to kill her. Optimus is trying to retort but Megatron reminds him that she's not coming back. Optimus tries to retort, but Gabi ends up biting Optimus and distorting the holoform arm. Gabi bolted for Megatron, but Megatron grabs Mikasa's sword and decapitates her. Reiner is obviously devastated, and now Optimus and Megatron are arguing in their bipedal mode about what Megatron just did. Because the conversation can go any further, Megatron's optics turn purple due to the amount of humans that got infected with dark energon, and the strength is starting to fuck with his head. On top of that, Megatron didn't check if Bertholdt was dead, so now there's a Colossal Titan infested with dark energon. So Megatron is kind of dealing with that.

So plot points for the Zombie AU:

-Bertholdt is undead. Has dark energon in his system. Colossal Titan with dark energon. But he still has some conscious thought. He ends up climbing out of the rubble of Liberio, but his mind is so warped that he thinks Paradis attacked and wants revenge.

-There's discussion about how to proceed with this information. Majority are suggesting that they bar themselves off from the rest of the world. Hanji is the one advocating that they fight to help the world and cure the populus. Because it could only be a matter of time before this infection comes to their shores. It almost did. And their complacency left them unprepared for the Colossal Titan attack. They need to find a solution.

-Megatron's optics are purple now due to the high rate of infection. Megatron hates it. Hanji has to consistently ask about Megatron's experience with dark energon in order to come up with a solution. They're trying to come up with a cure.

-Jean ends up dying due to the blood loss and the dark energon still in his system. So when Jean respawns, Mikasa is ready to kill him, but Hanji asks to keep Jean alive so they can study him. He could be help for a cure. Everyone else thinks its inhumane for obvious reasons, but Hanji reminds everyone that they could ultimately be facing trouble.

-There's a lot of drama between the Warriors Cadets, Warriors, Magath, and the island, but some are won over by Optimus and Hanji's integrity. However they hate Megatron for obvious reasons.

-Annie wakes up to a whole nightmare.

-Marleyan officers are still huddled underground. Haven't decided if they live or not. We'll see.

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moonspirit · 26 days

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I sincerely think that someone should seriously talk to Annie at VBEOW so that the poor girl finally opens her eyes and realizes that there was never a "broken" relationship between her and her father, what there was was an abuser and a victim, who Say how sick it is that an abuser asks his victim to live with him to make up for his mistakes instead of acting like someone genuinely repentant and letting the victim be happy away from him.

However, I don't think it has to be Armin who intervenes in that awakening, he will surely try and Annie will be attacked because in her vision as a victim she is the monster and her father is the poor changed man who wants to correct his mistake and she the bad one in the story that doesn't let him do it. Then everything is going to explode and I already see them blaming each other for several things after this. Personally, Armin is the type of person who angrily says things he doesn't really mean in order to hurt (we saw it with Mikasa and everything he said when our boy was on the edge) But these are ramblings.

It will definitely have to be either Pieck or Oliver who makes her change her mind about her father, it will hurt and it will be a huge reality shock for our Annie. But really all his communication problems, self-esteem and mistrust COME BECAUSE OF HIM. She has to realize that she is the victim and that a victim could never be happy living with her abuser.

Hello :3!

Annie's father has so far not featured prominently in VBEOW, and while I have no plans to put him in the limelight, the way he raised her is a huge portion of the person she is, and part of her past. And the past is very important, ofc.

Atm the relationship between them is "something that exists", at best. It's not comfortable, it's not warm, it hasn't stepped beyond the past, but it is something, and it is "stable". The subject matter of the life Annie lived with him when she was a child, and what she endured is not something she likes to address. She has massive trouble acknowledging the necessity of thinking about it multiple times through the chapters: when she first sees Aoife's bruises, when Aoife asks to be taught how to fight, when she visits her father in Ch.9, when she's in the middle of training the girl and remembers the sensations of insects.... and so on. It's also important to remember that while Armin has explicitly acknowledged the existence of her scars and the fact that he knows who caused them - and Annie accepts this, she has still not talked about it to him. He knows, and she knows he knows, and that's that - the status quo.

My point being that Annie does not "talk", and relevant to this topic particularly, Annie does not talk about her father, and does not want to voluntarily think of those bad memories.

There is guilt, however, surfacing. Guilt that he's crippled, guilt that he's alone, guilt that she isn't doing enough to repair the relationship. She would've been more than happy to take the chance to live with him, pre-Kald. But now she has so much, so many people surrounding her, teaching her everyday that she's cared for, loved, and looked after with respect... and she's changing, slowly, growing out of all the things that scared and stunted her. So the realisation that she isn't really looking forward to moving in with her father is quite a shock for her. But again, the two problems: (1) Unless Annie finally wants to "understand" the trauma she faced and how her father was not right for it, and (2) unless she "talks", there is nobody who is going to know of the problems she's trying to deal with (or not deal with, rather) regarding her father.

Then again :3! Things will be interesting! We'll see!

Thank you so much for reading, and for sharing your thoughts T////T I appreciate it!

#anon ask #VBEOW

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klm-zoflorr · 9 months

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Are you done with those incorrect quotes? I know i'm not! Part 10!

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Levi, after visiting Hange's house: Your house is haunted

Hange: Wait, what? Why?

Levi: You live there

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Floch (about Zeke): Something's not right about him.

Eren: Oh really, what gave him away? The creepy laugh or the evil music?

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Hange: Hmph. I was expecting a battle of wits, but you appear to be unarmed...

Zeke: Your mom suck me good and hard thru my jorts

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Zeke: Hmph. The reckless swing of the sword may often be more deadly than the refined stroke of the pen...

Hange: Shut up nerd

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Historia: Based? Based on what?

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Flight attendant: Is there a doctor onboard?

Grisha: *nudging Zeke* that should've been you

Zeke: Not now Dad

Grisha: Not asking for a Graphic Designer to help, are they?

Zeke: Dad, there's a medical emergency happening right now

Grisha: Why don't you save him as a PDF & see if that helps

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Eren: Dad, what's a forklift?

Grisha: Food, usually.

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Historia: I'm bored

Ymir: You could kiss me.

Ymir: Just sayin'

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Levi: You look like a corpse that was just pulled out of the river.

Hange: Wrong. I look like a cool rock star who just OD’d in their own pool. Big difference.

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Historia: By default, my favorite way to win!

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Gabi: Stop blaming everyone for all of your problems.

Gabi: Pick one person you hate and blame them for everything.

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Marcel: As your brother and best friend-

Porco: Pieck is my best friend.

Marcel, holding a knife: As your bestest of friends-

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Levi: I love you

Hange: -Sorry what was that?

Levi: I SAID, I'm selling you to the ZOO.

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Sasha: Hey, I just had a thought-...

Gabi: Your parents are gonna be so proud

(Boo. She killed her for the second time!)

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Levi: Do you understand the plan?

Hange, confidently: Yes!

*Levi leaves them*

Hange, turning to the others: Did anyone understan-

Reiner: No

Mikasa: No

Commander Magath: No

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Armin: We need to figure out where Eren took Zeke. If you were him, where would you go?

Hange: Strip club

Mikasa: Titan killing seminar

Hange: Bar

Mikasa: Therapy

Hange: Strip club

Mikasa: Dude you already said that. Why would Eren take his brother to a strip club?

Hange: For the free buffet!

Pieck, pipping in: It is, in any case, very likely that Zeke would take Eren to a strip club. And not just for the free buffet!

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Zeke: Waking up is the second hardest thing in the morning

Pieck:

Porco: GROSS.

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Reiner: The best part of an oreo is the cookie part, not the frosting. Deal with it.

Marcel: Darkness without light is an abyss. Light without darkness is blinding. You cannot have a coin with one side.

Porco: YO SOCRATES! IT'S A FUCKING COOKIE!

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Zeke flirting: You can call me what you like, but you should call me yours ;)

Eren flirting: Lets eat the foam from the headrest together

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Zeke: Not to brag or anything but there's no limit to the amount of mass destruction I'm willing to go through with

Levi: See, this is why nobody likes you

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14 yo Pieck: I think I have a crush on Zeke

Porco: Zeke as in Zeke Yaeger?

Pieck: Yes. Thoughts?

Porco: And prayers girl, fucking hell

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*Eren in Paths, barely concealing Ymir Fritz behind himself*

Zeke: Uhhh, watcha got there?

Eren, also holding a smoothie: A smoothie

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Gabi: Have I ever told you how much I love and respect you?

Reiner: We are not stopping at McDonald’s.

Gabi: This is BULLSHIT

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Erwin: Who's the strongest out of your training corps?

Jean: Mikasa

Annie: Mikasa

Eren: Mikasa

Mikasa: Me

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

*Gabi looking for something under her bed*

Gabi, pulling out a twenty: Aww, $20. I wanted a peanut!

Pieck: Twenty dollars can buy many peanuts.

Gabi: Explain how

Pieck: Money can be exchanged for goods and services.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Pieck, picking up the phone: 911 what's your emergency

Pieck: What do you mean you're being murdered?

Pieck: That's illegal people can't do that

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Commander Magath: *talking about one of their targets for the mission*

Porco, flicking Zeke awake: Hey, it's an important debriefing, pay attention!

Zeke: I don't care about the lore of this idiot

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Hange: *Kicks open the door* PUPPETS!

Levi, looking straight at the camera: And so begins another conversation that will test the limits of my sanity.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

*Mikasa standing in the middle of a dozen Yaegerists, all knocked out or otherwise killed*

Floch, having just arrived on the scene: I should call the alarm for this but honestly that's kinda hot

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Zeke: PORCO YOU BITCH! GET IN HERE!

Porco: Wha?

Zeke: *points to trashcan* What’s THIS?

Porco: Uh, my leftover fries.

Zeke: Mhm, yes. And WHY are they in the fucking trash can?!

Porco: Cuz I was done?

Zeke: OH PLEASE. IT’S LIKE YOU DONT KNOW ME. I WILL NOT PUT UP WITH THIS SHIT.

Porco: OH YEAH, YOU SON OF A BITCH?!

Zeke: YEAH. AND I AM A SON OF A BITCH, FOR THE FUCKING RECORD.

Gabi, screaming too: I WANNA JOIN YOUR FUCKING CUSS CONTEST!

Reiner: >:(

Porco: >:(

Commander Magath: >:(

Zeke: *proud*

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Reiner, exasperated: Do you just like arguing for arguing's sake?

Sasha, who has been arguing multiple contradictory points: no!?

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Gabi: I missed you

Falco: It's been, like, an hour.

Gabi: Tell me about it!

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Annie: YOU MEAN A LOT TO ME!

Armin: Wh-

Annie: YOU’RE ESSENTIAL TO MY EXISTENCE!

Armin: Why are you screaming?!

Annie: I HAVE DIFFICULTY EXPRESSING MYSELF! IT HELPS TO SAY SENTIMENTAL THINGS IN AN AGGRESSIVE TONE!

Armin:

Annie: I FUCKING LOVE YOU!!!

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Armin: The Ocean is a Soup.

Eren:

Eren: Do elaborate.

Armin: What are needed for something to be a soup?

Eren: Erm... Water, salt, some form of vegetables, and personally I prefer some meat in mine.

Armin: *nods along*

Eren: The Ocean is a Soup.

Armin: The Ocean is a Soup.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Eren: *screams in rage so hard he tears his own vocal chords*

Mikasa: *gets caught up in the Killing and Maiming and then slips and falls in a blood puddle*

Armin, tearing up: You two are so perfect for each other. Please never get anyone else involved.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Mikasa: Where's Eren?

Reiner: Don't worry, I'll find him

Reiner, shouting: MIKASA SUCKS!!

Eren, in the distance: WHO THE FUCK SAID THAT

Reiner: found him.

Mikasa: I should be offended, but honestly I'm kinda impressed

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Commander Magath: Did you take out Queen Historia as I requested?

Reiner: Queen Historia has been taken out, yes.

Commander Magath: Great jo-

Reiner: It was a great restaurant.

Reiner: We had a romantic candlelit dinner.

Reiner: I proposed afterwards- we’re filing the wedding papers.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Zeke, He's Also There For Some Reason: So do I have to give you the shovel talk now?

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Sasha: Appartment "complex"? I actually find it quite simple.

Gabi: And that's why you deserved to get shot.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Mikasa: Dad I'm hungry

Grisha: Hi Hungry I'm Dad

Mikasa: Stop that! It's been 10 hours, I'm not joking!

Grisha: Well no, you're Hungry!

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Marcel: We got the torture labyrinth tomorrow

Annie: What?

Marcel: We gotta get tortured for eternity tomorrow

Annie: Ohhhh

Annie: Okay

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Sasha: How do I make my date with Niccolo romantic?

Connie: I don't know, try being mysterious?

*Later*

Niccolo: So, where are we going?

Sasha: None of your fucking business.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Reiner: Would you guys be there for me if I was going through something?

Mikasa: Nope, absolutely not.

Zeke: I hope it sucks, whatever you're going through.

Connie: I hope it emotionally scars you for the rest of your life.

Annie: I hope you reach out to me so I can ignore you.

Porco: I can't wait to go to your funeral, knowing I could've changed that outcome.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Hange: Am I in trouble?

Erwin: I'm gonna give you three guesses, Hange.

Hange: No!

Erwin:

Hange: No?

Erwin:

Hange: ...No?

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Levi: You tried to make the trainees go "explore" into Bean's throat "for science", for God's sake. What could possibly make you think you're not in trouble?!

Hange: Hey! They probably wouldn't have died! Moblit was holding the rope real tight!

Levi: How much time has that poor kid been assigned to you for, too? At this point I'm wondering if he's a masochist or has just worked retail before.

Hange:

Levi: In any case, he probably shouldn't be allowed to continue. But hey, we're a bit too understaffed to care. Send him my condoleances when he inevitably goes insane.

Hange: You're not even gonna bother to do it yourself?

Levi: No.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Levi: They're re-running "Hell's Kitchen" episodes on Sundays

Levi: Consider me booked for the foreseeable future

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Zeke, lying: Why would I lie

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Porco, trying to find out who to advise they send as a negociator: Is Zeke even good with his tongue?

Pieck: *raising her eyebrows very unequivocally*

Porco: Put those back down! Okay, I get it.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Gabi: Is she stupid?

Connie: Yes, but she prefers to be called Sasha.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Mikasa: Customer spilt pickle juice on the floor today

Eren: HOW

Eren: YOU WORK AT AN ART STORE

Mikasa: She brought her own

Eren: WHAT

Hange: *sipping her pickle juice while watching tv* My spidey sense is tingling.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Historia: It's ok to ask for help

Armin: You're not a burden

Annie: Murder is okay

Reiner: Your feelings matter

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

*15+ years into the future*

Unknown number: I'm moving and found a black machete under my bed. Is it yours?

Gabi: Who is this?

Zofia: Zofia, from military school

Gabi: Bro I ain't even talked to you in 6 years and this is how you get in touch 💀

Zofia: Well you're the only person I can think of that might leave a machete at my house

Gabi: Wait is it a Ka-bar?

Zofia: Hold on i'll check

Zofia: Yes.

Gabi: Okay yeah that's mine

Gabi: How have you not looked under your bed in six years??

Zofia: I feel like that's really not the most important question here

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Marcel: Any advice before we go to the Devils' island, War Chief?

Zeke: Don’t wet yourself in public.

Marcel: Not the kind of advice I was looking for!

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Armin: Try to see things from Historia's perspective. She must be really heartbroken by you leaving her.

Eren: From her perspective?

Eren: *crouches down*

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Niccolo: I got you shrimp fried rice!

Sasha:

Sasha: You're telling me a shrimp fried this rice?!

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Gabi: Did Falco just tell me he loves me ?

Colt: Yeah, he did.

Gabi: And did I just do finger guns back?

Colt: Yeah, you did.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

*Gabi has failed something*

Levi: What happened?

Gabi, tearing up: I don't know...

Levi: Don't worry, don't worry, look, I'm here to help you. Please don't get upset. Hey! Don't worry!

*The 104th have failed their mission*

Levi: Listen, listen, listen, LISTEN.

Levi, pointing at Jean: Fuck off.

Levi, pointing at Sasha: Fuck off

Levi, pointing at Mikasa: You're on thin fucking ice.

Levi, pointing at Reiner: Fuck off!

Levi, pointing at Eren: Fuck off!!

Levi: *To all* GET OUT!

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Eren: Not knowing about Greek Mythology is my Achilles' Horse.

Armin, visibly shaking: Eren.

Eren: Uh oh, I've really opened a Pandora's Labyrinth here haven't I

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Professor Smith: Okay, who can answer Question 4?

Annie: 45

Mikasa: Ugh, I got 38

Professor Smith: What?

Sasha: I answered that the mitochondria was the powerhouse of the cell.

Connie: My answer was North America

Jean: North what?

Eren: Mine was this drawing of my childhood dog Tonny, who got tragically driven over by a cart at the tender age of 7 months old.

Professor Smith: This is a geology class.

Armin: And question 4 was a true or false question.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Zeke, telling the story of the battle of Shiganshina: ...And then I escaped, unscathed!

Pieck: You were bleeding from so many parts of your body you were practically a cloud of steam.

Zeke: Okay, fine, I was a little scathed.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

*Sasha works as a McDonalds employee*

Colt, entering the store: Hello I'd like to buy a bagel with cream cheese

Sasha: Sorry, we only take cash or credit.

Manager Magath: can i talk to you real quick

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Bertholt: You know small animals are more vicious than larger ones. it's because they have less room to bottle up their anger.

Reiner: Okay, good theory, give me one example.

Bertholt: Wasps, spiders…

Zeke: Annie

Annie, offended: Bitch!

Zeke: See!

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Grisha: Listen, Mr Tough Guy, your fists aren’t gonna get you out of every problem.

Eren: I figured, so I got a knife.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Reiner: Yesterday, I overheard Gabi saying, “Are you sure this is a good idea?” and Zeke replying, “Trust me,” and I have never moved from one room to another so quickly in my life.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Eren: Armin, this is Annie, the girl who kicked my ass into the dust yesterday. Annie, this is Armin, he's a nerd.

Armin: That's pretty.

Annie: What?

Armin: Your name, you have a pretty name

Eren: *snorts*

Armin: What? I said exactly what you told me to about girls, Eren!

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Armin: I think I have a crush on Annie

Mikasa: *gasps*

Mikasa: Why am I gasping? I already knew that.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Court Magician (Hange wearing a fake mustache): I can make anything disappear

Historia: *holding cup* Do it to my tea

Hange: *waves hand* Done.

His oria: *holding cup* It didn't work

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Floch: I just... I’m terrible at expressing myself, ok?

Eren: Don’t worry, actions speak louder than words!

Floch: Yes, but my actions are also terrible.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Zeke: I don't think it's fair that women have an excuse, once a month, to act irrationally angry, when the rest of us have to keep it together all the time!

Annie: You're irrationally angry 365 days a year!

Zeke: WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT??

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Pieck: Hey, she has a good point. Why are you always so god dang happy on the 29th of february?

Zeke: It's the anniversary of my parents' deportation.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Sasha and Niccolo: *making out on the couch*

Niccolo: Wanna take this to the bedroom?

Sasha: Sure

*They get up*

Sasha: *starts lifting the couch*

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Zeke: Eren, you're getting older now, it's time for you to start acting your own age.

Mikasa: *running past them* The floor is lava!

Zeke: *standing on the sofa* HAHA YOU LOSE EREN!

Eren: I just-

Grisha: *on top of the fridge* No, Eren, you know the rules. You lose.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Falco: *Throwing himself on Colt's bed, blushing* I have a crush

Colt: It's always a crush, never a job

Falco: I'm twelve??

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Eren: Damn, this escape room is hard

Zeke: Eren? We're in jail.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Grisha: Can you boys believe this all started with a family dinner?

Zeke: Honestly, I'm better right here.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Colt: Where's Gabi?

Pieck: Doing stuff.

Colt: Don't like the sound of that. Reiner?

Pieck: Trying to stop her from doing stuff.

Colt: What about Falco?

Pieck: Stopping Reiner from stopping Gabi.

Colt: ... you?

Pieck: I'm distracting you so you don't try to stop Falco.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Eren: You’re giving me a sticker?

Hange: Not just any sticker. That is a sticker of a kitty saying, “me-WOW”

Eren: I am not a preschooler.

Hange: Fine, I'll take it back then.

Eren, practically hissing: I earned this. back off.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Zeke: What day is today?

Pieck: It's our marriage anniversary.

Zeke: Wrong answer!

Pieck: *sigh* It's the day during which we remember that we are the best couple out there.

Zeke: We are!

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Gabi: Pieck, how do I get revenge on my enemies?

Pieck: The best revenge is letting go and living your life to the fullest.

Gabi:...

Gabi: Annie how do I-

Annie: Brick.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Levi: Eren needs new clothes

Hange: What’s wrong with the ones he has now? I bought them for him.

Levi: Yeah, exactly.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

*Eren and Zeke are fighting*

Pieck: Is someone going to stop them? They’re going to hurt each other!

Porco: I think they’re okay

*Zeke slams Eren into the ground*

Porco: They’re fine

*Eren putting Zeke in a chokehold*

Pieck: We need to stop them!

Porco: They’re fine, Pieck. This is how siblings fight.

*Zeke pulls out a knife*

Pieck: What the f-

*Eren bites his hand*

Porco: It’s normal for siblings to fight. Marcel once chased me with an axe

Pieck: An axe??

Porco: Mhm. But that was only after I pushed him through a window

Pieck:

Porco, defensively: It was on the first floor! He just sprained his ankle.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Reiner: Oh, and one last thing. Stay out of trouble!

Gabi: Not my strong suit.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Flight attendant: Now, before we take off, please ensure that all small items are secured.

Zeke: *looks over at Historia*

Historia: What?

Zeke, whispering: Do you feel safe?

Historia: I will hit you.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Commander Magath: Enough! How dare you mock me in such a manner!

Connie: How else would you like me to mock you? I take requests.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Hange: Maybe once, try to see things my way !

Levi: Well, your way is crazy. And illegal.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Gabi: Mom, help! There's a monster under my bed, and it's really ugly!

Reiner, on the bottom bunk: Hey!

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Rod Reiss: No one loves me! :(

Historia:

Eren:

Alma:

The people who he ruled for years and did not help one iota:

The ghost of Frieda:

The ghost of Uri Reiss:

The ghost of his wife:

The ghost of Ymir Fritz:

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Pieck: When I was a kid, I tried to form a gang

Reiner: Wow, how did it go?

Pieck: It turned into a book club.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Bertholt: I heard you ask for cookies, so I made you some!

Annie: Well I'm not hungry anymore.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Mikasa: I like to think of myself as a semi responsible adult.

Connie: Armin is 70% of your impulse control and you know this.

Armin: I feel like Mikasa is the more responsible one of us two though.

Mikasa: We are both 70% of each others' impulse control.

Armin: Just two lil beasts in pinwheel hats spinning on the merry-go-round at dangerous velocities, holding each other’s hands so the other doesn’t fall off.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Eren: Saving the Eldians, freeing the world, this is such an important and difficult mission... Dad, what if I flop?

Grisha: Oh, my darling, what if you slay?

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Sasha, squinting: Armin, what are you doing?

Armin: Eating chocolate pudding

Sasha: It's four in the morning, why are you eating chocolate pudding?

Armin, hands shaking: Because I've lost control of my life

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Armin: I'll remind you that you too are up in the kitchen at 4 am. What are YOU doing here?

Sasha: I took a break from sleeping to get a snack.

Armin:

Sasha: I know what it looks like, but in my case that's just regular behavior. I get sad if I don't have my 3 am PB & J sandwich

Armin: It's 4 am

Sasha: Whatever. I've got a stomach, not a clock down there.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Hange, up too now: What are you guys doing up?

Armin, loudly: JESUS, can't a guy have a mental breakdown in PEACE?!

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Sasha, after Armin went to lock himself in the bathroom to scream away: So, what are you doing up that early?

Hange: *says something so absolutely, uniquely unhinged the author couldn't possibly dare to transcribe it to this here web page*

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Connie: Defend my thesis? Like, with a sword?

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Zeke: Yeah, some of my clothes are from my enemies.

Zeke: Sometimes you kill some bastard and then go, "Ooh those are some nice pants!"

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Gabi: If we grew up together, would we have snuck out?

Falco: I snuck out once for like 30 minutes. I got so scared that I ran back home and hid in bed.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Historia: Have you ever not liked someone in a romantic way but everything is just so cool. I mean look at Ymir. She’s beautiful, talented, caring even when she doesn't say it and cool but I would never like her that way.

Ymir: *smiles softly at Historia*

Historia: Oh.

Historia: Oh no

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Reiner, blinking: Bert, why are we lying on the ground?

Bertholt: You got beat up by Annie and knocked unconscious.

Bertholt: I laid next to you so people would think we were just chilling.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Mikasa: Historia says you never buy her flowers. Is that true?

Ymir: To be honest, I never knew she sold flowers

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Ymir: I don't "struggle with same-sex attraction", I'm actually very good at it.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Also Ymir: Need to kiss a girl or I'll die

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Yeah, Historia isn't really the kind to respond "I will hit you" to something someone said. But, you know? Maybe Zeke triggers some sort of Cain instinct in her. That makes total sense to me. The guy's very punchable.

Masterpost

Bonus of an alternative version of this one:

Yelena: We need to figure out where Levi took Zeke. If you were him, where would you go?

Floch: Strip club

Eren: Titan killing seminar

Floch: Bar

Eren: Cleaning personel convention

Floch: Strip club

Eren: Dude you already said that. Why would Levi take his arch-enemy to a strip club?

Floch: For the free buffet!

#eren yaeger #aruani #floch forster #levi ackerman #pieck finger #aot #aot incorrect quotes #attack on titan #klm-zoflorr

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ackermom · 6 months

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a piece of a thing that will otherwise never see the light of day. post-canon armin/annie, nsfw-ish

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"how's the lovemaking?" pieck asks.

annie supposes they are friends. funny, that word, as funny as pieck, no longer the long-legged little girl annie remembers, always wearing a dopey half-smile that made annie want to kick her in the face. she's become something far more irritating now, something lithe and beautiful with the long dark hair and the pale heart face. tall and sharp and thin— the kind of woman who can ask about lovemaking as she finishes her manicure and watches the waves out the window.

something annie has never wanted to be, not until she knew it was something she is not. she hates pieck for even making her wonder, staring in the dim cracked mirror of their steerage cabin and seeing herself, really, for the first time. she hates her for it. so, friends.

"you don't have to ask every time," annie says. never mind that the lovemaking— pieck's word— is few and far between at all, let alone in these small bunker cabins where one can hear a neighbor drop a pin on the carpet. she's not so callous to deny that she likes the feel of armin's collarbones beneath her hands and the heat on his skin pressed into her thighs, though she wouldn't call it lovemaking. she wouldn't call it anything. it's probably better that way.

"i want to know if he's getting better," pieck says. "you never give me details."

"the details are private."

"he must be doing something right to keep you coming back. or should i say, to keep you coming."

well— therein lies the problem.

"oh," that bitch says, putting down her nail polish. "i see. finally something the genius can't figure out."

annie finally wrangles her stockings off and makes the mistake of glaring at pieck in the mirror— bad idea, for the curious eyes and arched eyebrows that look back at her, something sly and suggestive in the rising curve of her lips as she watches annie from across the bunkroom. she turns her back to pieck again, busying herself at the bureau, but she is annoyed— bitch— at the revelation uttered aloud, if only for the implication that annie would let a guy prod at her for hours to "figure it out" when she could just tell him what to do and get it over with. the trouble is, she doesn't know either.

the trouble is, her sex education was provided by a wiry-hired marleyan doctor focused on the science of reproduction and the risks to avoid should a warrior ever find herself undercover for the purpose of seduction and entrapment. nothing was said of love or desire. no instructions were given for the warm space between her legs other than not to get pregnant, and so far the little rubber diaphragm she impulse-bought at a pharmacy on the mainland has been winning that battle for her. the only reward she's gotten for her sexual exploits has been cleaning armin's come from her thighs as he apologizes and offers to try again next time.

it's just getting old, that's all.

"there's nothing to figure out," is all she says then. there is a lot to figure out.

she hears pieck blow on her nails. "don't let a man use you like that, dear. one day you'll find yourself knocked up without a hand to hold."

she'll have her own, annie thinks, remembering grim, clenched-jaw moments sitting on the toilet after she tugs out her soiled diaphgram, praying to whatever gods are shitting on them that none of his seed makes it inside. mostly she relies on gravity.

"i'm not letting him use me," annie says. although, at this point—

"think of karina braun," pieck says, ignoring her. "that's your future if your carry on like this. imagine having to raise reiner."

annie throws her a sharp glance, finding her flapping one hand as she waits for the nail polish dry. pieck blows on her fingers, then catches her eye.

"i've always hated that woman," she confesses. she grimaces. "but to her credit, i'm not sure i could've done a better job."

she blows on her hand again. when she finds annie's still watching, she raises her head, her gaze softening into something...— ...something.

"what do you see in him?" pieck asks her.

annie looks away. that's as good as any answer. she's not sure she knows. she doesn't know shit anymore, or maybe she never did. but armin understands in a way that none of the others do. they wouldn't get it. not even reiner, who's the closest to her heart; but it's a soiled black hole he left there, in every part of her. and not pieck, not the way they're speaking now, like they've always been friends. they don't even know each other.

maybe she only wants him because she wants to hear his voice, the way he talked to her for years when she was half-asleep, folded up into herself like a cocoon underwater, watching the light break through the surface and trying to hold her breath for just a little longer. maybe she'd be fucking hitch instead if she was here, or maybe it's only herself she's seeing— creeping up from the depths to break through the layers burying her to finally find the light.

#aruani #annie leonhart #pieck finger #snk #aot #being a little evil by putting this in the aruani tag #but slander is my favorite kind of shipping #emwrites

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can you please do warriors at thanksgiving dinner or christmas dinner doesn't matter just some sorta family gathering please?

thanks

oh sure can do - thx for giving me some wiggle room with this req cuz i have no idea what christmas/thanksgiving dinner should look like so family gathering it is

AoT Warriors At A Family Gathering

Annie

is the only one to watch TV playing in the background

whenever a quarrel breaks out (as it frequently does), Annie secretly records it on her phone

abysmally poor in acting out charades so her teammates always have a hard time guessing whatever word Annie is trying to show with her lack-luster movements

when setting up to snap a group pic, Annie gives the next-standing person bunny ears - usually it's Pieck since they are both standing at the front due to their height

Bertholdt

comes a couple of hours early to help with preparations because he knows what havoc certain warriors can bring

also brings baked goods from home for everyone to enjoy

gets into an argument with Porco about some conspiracy theory but will immediately back down as soon as their conversation becomes heated (mainly because of Porco since he can't keep his disagreement to himself)

when playing games, Bert often teams up with Annie and Reiner since it'd be the most versatile team and up to any task - that means, Bert often has to fight Gabi to get Reiner on his team

Colt

offers up his parents' place (since they left the city for the holidays) for the gathering - everything to win over the likes of the cool kids as Colt sees the warriors

always makes sure that everyone's plate and glass is full and frequently goes back and forth between the kitchen and the main room to bring more food

prepares a bunch of games/activities for the guests and gets very upset if the warriors don't show due interest to it

when playing games, Colt wants to be on the same team as Zeke but ends up being mostly a dead weight since Zeke'd be the main brain power

Falco

very displeased that the gathering is taking place at their home

greets each guest at the entrance to explain the rules of the household expecting that these rules are to be followed - in reality, Falco is too mild for policing the guests and enforcing the order so he opts to appear slightly annoyed whenever things aren't going his way

follows every suspicious person (aka Gabi, Porco and Zeke) around the house to prevent any damage to the property they may cause

eventually Falco warms up to the guests and becomes an active participant in the discussions, although he tries a bit too hard to get them to talk - mainly, he tries to strike up conversation with the most untalkative person at the table aka Annie with little success and gets a bit discouraged by her coldness

Gabi

learns that Falco would also be attending the gathering and convinces Reiner to let her tag along

Gabi just has to try every dish at the table and eat all of the dessert - at one point, Reiner had to pull her aside and tell her to leave some for the others

plays Wii sports with Porco - turns out, they are both shit-talkers so every match they have is a cacophany of boasting and insults

would fight Falco if she finds out that he's been intentionally losing to her in the games so that she could win because Gabi finds it incredibly belittling

Pieck

brings most of the alcohol since she knows there won't be any that she'll like

if the warriors decide to play a trivia game, Pieck is automatically forbidden from teaming up with Zeke or else those two would be too powerful in their random knowledge and easily win each time

would probably fuck with everyone by sneaking her way to electric panel and turn on and off the power supply repeatedly

sticks around till the end of the gathering to help with the cleaning (and also to eat the leftovers and drink up the remaining booze)

Porco

greets the kids with a handshake like adults and leaves commentary about the firmness of their handshakes

while playing Wii with Gabi, Porco crashes into the firniture multiple times trying to catch a virtual ball

blocks Reiner out of the group photo by standing right in front of him or accidentally lifting up his arm to cover Reiner's face

Porco is basically looking for a verbal fight since every now and then he'd insert an extremely controversial thesis into the dialogue canvas in hopes it'd spark the continuation of the conversation

Reiner

spends an unhealthy amount of time talking to Colt about Gabi and Falco discussing their recent achievements - mostly it's Colt talking at Reiner and Reiner agreeing with whatever statement Colt is putting out for him

finds an old table for table football and spends the majority of his time around the thing, playing by himself or occasionally having matches with Annie

when splitting into the teams for the upcoming games, Reiner hates to have Bert and Gabi fight over him so Reiner teams up with the mildest of the guests, Pieck

leaves the gathering the first out of all the guests since Gabi was getting too feral and was hard to control

Zeke

like Bertholdt, also shows up early - but not out of the kindness of his heart; Zeke just doesn't like arriving with the majority of guests

at this point, Zeke's been frequenting the Grice household so much that he feels himself at home there and just roams the place freely - no room is off-limits for him

during pre-gathering time Zeke opts to sit either in the kitchen or the main room - wherever the commotion is the biggest - just to watch the preparations from the farthest corner of the room

Zeke would often mention in passing that he has a list of his favourite warriors that he is updating regularly (spoiler alert, colt and pieck are always making it into the list)

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Campfires and Cigarettes - eren jaeger x reader

pairing: Eren Jaeger x afab! Reader word count: 6k+ summary: You sneak off to blow some steam by the lake, surprised to find Eren has snuck off in hopes of doing the same. author's note: Camp Counselor AU, takes place at the end of summer, aka no campers around. warnings: vcigarette smoking, explicit content, explicit language, oral sex (male receiving), vaginal fingering,

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“Should we play truth-or-dare?” You tear your gaze away from the campfire, restraining an eye roll.

Truth or dare and drinking did not make the best cocktail. Tensions often fly from the start of the game, heating up faster than a campfire that you’re certain the whole forest would go up in flames by the end of it.

Porco exchanges impish looks with Zeke and Floch nearby and there’s a unanimous ripple of excitement around the firepit that everyone else agrees. However, you don’t take part in that vote.

Porco hums, taking a swig from his beer. He scans around the firepit, pursing his lips in consideration like it’s a game of duck-duck-goose.

By accident, your eyes flit up, connecting with his for a split-second. Dread coils in your stomach and when he smirks, you know it’s game over.

He purrs your name, topping off the rest of his bottle. “Okay, pick.”

You shift on the ground, doing a sweep around you. The others, Floch, Zeke, Pieck, and Sasha, all wait in anticipation. Eren, by contrast, watches you albeit with a curious expression.

“Pass,” comes your response.

“Ah-ah.” Zeke wags his finger. “You’re by the firepit, you got to pick.”

You clench your jaw, refusing to participate. You’re not flexible enough for a game like truth-or-dare. Dares are never kosher, and you prefer to share your truths with select people.

Floch smirks around the top of his beer bottle. “I think she’s got stuff to hide. Make it easier then and pick dare.”

Porco’s face is aglow from the fire crackling nearby. “I dare you to empty your pockets.”

The featherlight contents in your pocket, weigh like iron suddenly. On impulse, you stick your hands inside, only incriminating yourself. The last thing you want is for everyone to become privy to your nicotine addiction.

You shake your head. “No way.”

Eren’s brows reach his hairline, a wry grin crossing his face. “So, you are hiding something. What’ve you got stashed in there? Grass?”

“Candy?” Sasha pipes up, leaning closer from her seat on the neighboring log.

Zeke tilts his head. “Blow? Molly?”

“Money?” Pieck shrugs, throwing an attempt at guessing.

“Condoms?”

You wrinkle your nose. “What—ew, no Porco, no one’s business.”

A chorus of boos and complaints surround the firepit. However, you pay no mind, refusing to feed into their disappointment.

“Oh, c’mon you got an easy one.” Floch clicks his tongue. “Let’s change it, give you a different dare.”

“Pass,” you repeat, leaning against the tree stump on the ground, wishing the earth would do you a favor and swallow you up.

Porco scoffs, impatience knitting itself into his brows. “God, you’re such a wet blanket.”

Fastening him with a glare, you beg to differ. “That’s not what your campers thought of me. Because you were too much of a hot head, they preferred my leadership over yours.”

Porco pops the cap off his second beer. “Yeah? Before or after your group was taken from you?”

The comment doesn’t sting like it would have before. It does prick you like a thorn, however, to be reminded that after disobeying protocol more than once, you were stripped of your campers, and saddled to be Porco’s assistant while Pieck and Eren split your group to join theirs.

You did your best to advocate for yourself, promising no more slip-ups, but your superiors no longer trusted you. It was either be Porco’s assistant or kiss your paycheck goodbye.

Pieck reaches over, slapping Porco’s arm, muttering his name in irritation, though he continues to jeer alongside Floch. Eren’s lips press together, an unreadable gaze sliding over to you.

Sasha plants a hand on your shoulder. “Ignore him. I know your campers missed having you.”

Pieck whirls around with a smile. “Yeah, Gabi talked about you nonstop. She said she would plead your case to Erwin and Hange, but Falco talked her down from getting involved.”

Zeke clears his throat, snaring everyone’s attention. “C’mon, this is supposed to be fun, way better than Erwin’s icebreakers. We can really get to know each other.” He cuts a glance at his brother. “Right, Eren, don’t you want to get to know her better too?”

The younger man balks, face red from the campfire’s heat, or so you assume.

Zeke waves him off. “Just pick, do your part and we can move on to the next victim. You’ll get dibs after.” He jerks a thumb at his side where Porco’s sat—a true instigator at heart.

A groan locks in your throat as you toss your head back. “Fine,” you drawl, the word landing like a brick. “Truth.”

Porco’s eyes beam, his mood lighting up like a match at your compliance. He opens his mouth, ready to dish out the question.

Zeke raises his hand, cutting him short. “I’ve got this one, Galliard. Okay, starting off easy, but that doesn’t mean I’ll give you something easy.” Pressing his hands together, he brings them to his lips to think.

The knot in your stomach tightens. You can’t even begin to guess what Zeke will think up.

When he does, he smiles like a demon. “Oh, okay! Out of all the guys here, who’s the one that has your eye?” The question trails off at the end, and unless it’s the flicker from the campfire, you want to pretend he didn’t just wink at you.

Porco and Floch grin with renewed interest, leaning closer in their seats, awaiting your response. Eren pauses mid-sip of his beer, turning in your direction.

You bring your attention to the fire, getting lost in its flames. A face flashes in your mind—a passing thought, you tell yourself as you consider what to say. But the longer you leave everyone in suspense, the harder it is to avert your gaze.

Eren lowers the beer bottle, meeting your eyes when you venture a glimpse up, only for you to cast them back into the fire.

“Should we take a guess?” Floch breaks the silence.

You frown and make up your mind. Heaving a long-winded sigh, you say, “No one. Sorry, you’re all very pretty, but not my type.”

Sasha whistles, exchanging looks of amusement with Pieck. “Ooh, ouch.”

Porco finishes a long sip of his beer. “I don’t believe that.”

“Believe it, Pock.” You look back up to sneer at him.

“Yeah, right,” Floch says. “You just don’t want to say.”

You salute. “Scout’s honor.”

“Not your type?” Pieck furrows her brows. “What part of them isn’t your type?”

Porco perks at the added question. “Let’s rephrase then…which out of all of us counselors—or superiors—have your eye?”

You breathe out a laugh at the implication. “Not like that, folks. Honestly, no one has caught my eye.”

Porco deflates, shaking his head. “Man…”

“Truth hurts, Galliard,” Eren says, nonplussed by the hardened stare the blond man sends his way.

“Don’t get any ideas,” Porco mumbles. “Alright, so who’re you picking?”

Tapping your foot against the ground, you’ve grown restless. “Pass, someone take my turn.”

Porco lets out an exasperated sigh. “Would you just pick already? You had your turn, you're off the hook for now. Just pick the next person and—”

“I’m not your assistant anymore, Galliard. I already played your stupid game—”

“Barely, you wouldn’t even do the dare—”

You scoff, temper flaring. “I never chose dare.”

Porco rolls his eyes. “Right, because you actually told us the truth? And it wasn’t until Zeke stepped in to convince you.”

“Leave her alone,” Eren says, his voice smooth but firm enough to get both yours and Porco’s attention. “She played, game over.”

Porco waves him off. “Okay, fine, I’ll pick again—”

Floch shakes his head. “Hold on, you picked her earlier, let someone else call the shots for a change.”

“Yeah, Galliard, who says you’re spearheading this?” Sasha adds. “You worried someone will pick you?”

“I’m not afraid of anything. Unless you want to volunteer and pick truth-or-dare…”

The bickering continues, rattling your skull, and you’ve reached your limit. While your colleagues argue about who should have a turn, stoked by your desire to blow off steam, you get to your feet.

Slipping away from the firepit, you’re unaware that Eren catches you disappear within the darkened forest.

.......

You follow the same path you’ve taken all summer long. The trail winds up ahead, glimpses of the moon peeking through the leaves to guide you.

You continue to plod along the uneven terrain, emerging from the forest, to greet the full moon in all its glory. You don’t stop moving, feet pressing onwards from muscle memory until the black lake comes to view, mirroring the celestial orb in the sky.

The wood of the dock creaks under your steps. It’s the most private spot here, especially at night, a fact you learned early on that it became your place to light up.

Finally, alone, you fish out a cigarette. Wasting no time, you spark the end.

It tastes like a kiss.

The smoke, the nicotine, the warmth, all fill your senses. Your shoulders go lax as you shut your eyes for a moment. The first drag is always the best.

Too distracted in bliss, you fail to hear footsteps approaching until the dock creaks again, grabbing your attention.

Holding your breath, you pluck the cigarette from your mouth, lowering your hand.

You meet Eren’s gaze with wide eyes, struggling to regain your composure. However, the fresh scent of tobacco lingers in the air in the evidence of smoke, billowing at your fingertips.

Eren’s surprise fades as quickly as the smoke, and he bites back a grin. “This...is the guiltiest thing I have ever seen.” He steps closer, nodding at the offending item in your grasp.

You watch Eren with suspicion, the smoke spilling from your nostrils like a dragon holding its fire. At the look of amusement on his face, you restrain the urge to snap at him. You didn’t expect anyone to find you here smoking and for a second you consider lying, but don’t bother. Ego be damned, you need your fix.

“This is what you’ve been up to whenever you ran off,” Eren continues. “I did notice a smell on you at times, but I always thought it was the campfire.”

Bringing it back to your lips, you take a long, contemptuous drag, holding Eren’s stare.

All summer long you had snuck away when the campers were asleep in their bunks and before the morning huddles with your colleagues. Not a soul had seen you light up, until tonight of all nights.

It was the end of camp, and the campers had packed up, saying their goodbyes all morning. By mid-afternoon, they loaded onto the bus that took them back to town, leaving you, your colleagues, and your superiors at the campsite. It was a reward for all the hard work, allowing you all to enjoy nature without the counselor responsibilities.

“Camp’s over, so’s my secret. Yes, I smoke and yes, it’s what I’ve been up to when no one else is around.”

Eren lowers his head to level you with his eyes, alight from the glow of the moon or humor, you don’t know. “In a forest of all places. The irony.”

“Campfires are the same,” you supply. “If not properly maintained and extinguished, goodbye forest. I smoke responsibly.”

Eren breathes a laugh. “There’s no such thing. Do you do drugs responsibly too?”

“Do you mind?” Your patience thins by the second. “I normally do this alone for a reason. Without judgement.”

“That explains the attitude tonight,” Eren points out. “Zeke gets like that when he hasn’t had his fix yet.”

You pull a face. “What’s with everyone on my back tonight? We’ve been here all summer long, and instead of us hitching a ride with the campers to go home, we’re expected to spend another night to what—bond as a team before we go our separate ways? I’m over the campfire games. If it wasn’t for my final paycheck, I’d be gone already.”

Eren’s brows rise. Like everyone else, he’s familiar with your bouts of abrasiveness. But this is an earful that even you think is touch too harsh, and you regret your truculence. You look at the cigarette with little desire now. Biting your lip, your expression softens.

“That wasn’t cool of me,” you say. “Sorry.”

Eren’s shrugs, rocking back on his heels. “Don’t worry about it.”

You cringe at your inability to reign in your temper. For all the crap you give Porco for his short fuse, you’re not that far off.

Before you could say anything else, you slip the cigarette between your teeth, inhaling deeply.

Eren barely contains the snort that escapes him when you sigh in bliss. “It’s really that addicting, huh?”

You blink, the cigarette hanging casually in your mouth. “Huh?”

Eren nods at your mouth.

Another stream of smoke pours out as you remove it from your lips. “It’s bad, I know… I’m not proud of it. I was hoping to quit while out here. But…” The cigarette meets your lips again. “I didn’t expect this job to be so fucking stressful.”

Upon reflection, the past two months had been…rough. You needed a job before heading back to university and sought the opportunity for cash and a summer vacation.

This was meant to be an opportunity to wean off the nicotine.

But, shepherding kids, planning activities, long hours in the summer heat, dealing with your colleagues’ antics (mainly Porco’s), grated on your nerves, and after the first two weeks, you couldn’t help yourself.

From there, it became routine, when the kids were tucked in their bunks and at dawn before the morning huddles, it was you and a cigarette.

You were cautious at first. Waiting much later at night to ensure that everyone was asleep, counselor and camper alike. Because of the fire hazard it posed, and the risk of getting caught smoking near the cabins, the lakefront made the most sense. And it was the most serene too. Mingling with the smoke, the open space and stillness of the water caressed every stiff nerve in your body.

After, you got comfortable, lowering your guard. Your mistake.

And then you were late to the morning huddles—twice. And caught after hours—twice. All in the span of one week.

The morning huddles were waved off as it was hard for most to get up before dawn. Although, the second time it happened Erwin and Hange were not pleased. The final strikes occurred when you were discovered past curfew.

On both occasions, it was Erwin who found you. The first was when you were sneaking closer to your cabin, and the second time was just outside the trail on your way back from the lake. Thankfully, he remained unaware that you were off smoking.

You still stew in bitterness, knowing that Zeke had snuck out doing the same thing. But he was more slick, and it wasn’t his fault you weren’t.

“We’ve all got habits. Smoking isn’t the worst one to have, and with Zeke you’re in good company.”

You scoff, bringing the cigarette back to your lips. “Zeke as ‘good company’, said no one ever.”

However, Eren's attention goes adrift. His eyes wander to the cigarette in your lips and your delicate fingers steadying it in place while you have another pull.

At the silence, you blink. Plucking the cancer-stick from your teeth, your eyes shift between it and Eren. “Um…did you want to…?”

Eren shakes his head, clearing his throat, a faint blush coloring his cheeks.

You nod, drawing your brows together, smoking with abandon. It’s the first time anyone here has seen you smoke, and it’s the first time it strokes you with a new level of calm. While it was always meant to ease your nerves, doing so in secret and within certain hours made it harder to enjoy.

“Smart choice. Spare yourself from blackened lungs,” you say, emitting a stream of smoke as you speak. “And you'll avoid premature aging, wouldn't want anything to happen to your pretty face.”

Eren’s eyes widen. You realize you were thinking out loud and bite the cigarette so hard it could snap in two.

You cough, turning away. “Um—sorry—”

Eren looms closer, a hand inching towards your shoulder. “You okay?”

A stifled cough spills past your nostrils as you nod. You give him a thumbs-up once the coughing fit subsides.

Silence drapes along the lake. Eren buries his hands in his pockets, eyes going skywards. “This place isn’t bad when the moon’s out.”

You admire the sky, musing in agreement. The lake altogether is beautiful, and the moon casts a breathtaking spotlight, bouncing off the water, illuminating the campgrounds to chase away the darkness for one night.

Time crawls, but the scene is unchanging. You and Eren bathe in the moon’s luminosity in the ongoing silence, far from the reaches of the forest and away from your colleagues’ camp games. It’s just you, Eren, and the moon.

Eren looks to the side. From the corners of your vision, you notice him staring. Facing him, you raise your brows expectantly.

“Puff away, I’m not here to judge.”

Your voice drops to a murmur. “Only here to stare?”

He turns to you fully. “If you let me…”

Your throat runs dry, though you’re sure it’s not from the smoke. The cigarette dips at your soft utterance. “Enjoy the show.”

It’s not the first time you get lost in Eren’s eyes. They were the first things you noticed when you met him at orientation. Unique, bewitching, so different from his brother’s you were surprised to learn they were related. Any other time during camp, you’d steal a glimpse, imprisoned by the dark green every time, intoxicating like poison ivy.

His good looks don’t end there. The planes of his face are defined, but not overly chiseled, retaining his youth. You marvel at the thought of tracing your hands along his jawline.

Out of all the men at camp, you can’t imagine anyone else growing their hair out long enough to toss up in a haphazard bun like his. The few times you’ve seen his hair loose at his shoulders, your fingers itched to card through the dark brown tangles.

Somehow the space between you both shrinks, and his body is so close to pressing against yours, your stomach flips.

“Is it true?” His breath fans over your face, strong enough to blow away the smoke puffing from your mouth. “No one here has your eye?”

A smile unfolds around the cigarette. “I did say that didn’t I?”

Eren nods, eyes shifting between your mouth and your eyes. “Is it true?” he echoes.

A spark ignites deep in your chest, fueling your pulse. You raise your chin, leveling him with a bold stare. “No. It’s not true.”

Eren grins, hands planting themselves on your hips, reeling you closer. “You lied.”

“Yeah,” you say at once. “What about it?”

“That’s not how truth-or-dare works.” He clicks his tongue. “No one else is around. So, tell me, who has your eye, then?”

You shrug, batting your lashes in a coy manner. “Take a guess.”

He bites his lip to keep him from grinning wider, but he’s unable to conceal the pride light up behind his eyes.

You play with the hem of his shirt. “You never got a turn.”

He raises his brows in challenge, stoking the flame inside you. “Dare.”

Your eyes sink to his mouth that yours hangs open for a second. You quickly bite down on the cigarette to keep it from falling. “I dare you…to do anything you want.”

Your cheeks hollow on the cigarette, the end much shorter than before, burning bright orange.

Eren releases your hips. He steals your cigarette, flicking it in the lake to gather your face in his hands as he leans down in an open-mouthed kiss.

He steals your breath, capturing the freshly inhaled smoke.

You match his rhythm, one hand crawling up the nape of his neck to rake your fingers through his hair, fulfilling one of your fantasies. His tongue is relentless, exploring your mouth, relishing your taste for the longest time.

He pulls away, giving you both a moment for air, but it doesn’t last long as his lips pepper along your face, dragging lower to kiss and nip at the skin of your jaw, eventually latching onto a pulse point.

The minor scruff on his face tickles you, feeding the flame in your chest more and more. A laugh escapes you and he follows suit, desperate to hear you laugh again and again.

Honoring his dare, his hand dives between you, undoing the button and zipper of your denim shorts in haste. He pushes them down, along with your underwear to your thighs, giving him access to your center.

Fingers glide along your pussy lips in a pace that matches Eren’s ministrations on your neck.

“That should answer your question,” you say in a hushed tone.

“You know,” Eren breathes against your throat. “I thought…” His teeth graze along the skin, reaching the space between your neck and shoulder. “You would have said someone else back there.” He slides the strap of your racerback tank to mark you there too.

Your curl your fingers into the fabric of his shirt. “Yeah? Who?”

Eren says nothing at first, his lips climbing back up to slot his mouth over yours again, stealing a pleased hum from you.

Pulling away, the green in his eyes is barely visible. He strokes his thumb along your cheek with fondness. “Zeke.”

You raise a brow, eyes fluttering against the haze you’ve fallen under. “Zeke? Seriously?”

Eren bites his lip, averting his eyes briefly. “Yeah, I noticed you had snuck off a few times and one night Zeke came back to the cabin a few minutes after I had seen you sneaking back to yours. Plus, you both smoke…”

“Zeke…” Your voice drips with disdain, trying to wrap your mind around that idea, let alone anyone other than Eren having your interest. Floch is too crass, borderline obnoxious, you practically hate Porco, and Zeke—is just Zeke. “That old man?”

Eren laughs, stroking your face again. “Was just my first thought. And he winked at you at the firepit.”

You grimace. So, you didn’t imagine that. “Not a chance…”

Eren’s chest puffs with confidence as he leans down to press his smirk against your lips.

You lean back, however, a seed taking root in your mind. “I mean…I guess now that I think about it. You both come from the same gene pool, so he’s not hideous either.”

The thumb on your face stills and Eren’s face pinches with curiosity.

Licking your lips, you carry on. “I don’t care much for glasses, but he looks good in them.” You glance at Eren’s face, gauging that he has gone stoic. You continue your act of deviousness. “Authority suits him too. He’s got that commanding energy to him.”

Eren’s nostrils flare, tension running along his jaw and neck, making your mouth water. You’ve noticed that quirk about Eren when he was at odds with Porco one day. Both cursed with fiery personalities, it turned you on to see Eren struggle to compose himself while swallowing his burning irritation. Like now.

“And his beard,” you add. “I wonder how that feels when—”

A slap between your legs stops you from finishing that thought. Your mouth hangs open, eyes falling between you two, reeling from the sting on your pussy where Eren’s hand landed.

Looking back up with lustful eyes, Eren’s grinning at you now, pleased to remind you who’s truly held your interest all summer.

He cocks a brow, victory written in his grin and unbridled desire in his eyes. “You were saying?”

The flame inside you swells. “Eren…” you purr, grasping the back of his head and taking his mouth against yours.

The kisses turn sloppy, needy, hungry for release. Eren swipes at your apex, swallowing your moan of pleasure.

Another swipe and another, you tug at Eren’s shirt, lifting it higher. He obliges, only pulling away from you to let it slide off him. Snaking an arm around your waist, he yanks you in with authority while the same hand continues to rub you.

Your hands run along his bare chest and back in purchase, desperate to touch every inch of skin like a spool of thread close to running empty. You bite his bottom lip, hissing with desire. “Your fingers.”

Your mouth parts, Eren slipping two fingers with ease thanks to the slickness between your legs. He massages the inside, curling his fingers as his thumb continues to rub your center.

You dig your nails into his neck. In response, Eren quickens his pace, fingers thrusting inside you and thumb moving at a rapid rate.

“Fuck, yes, perfect—” Words tumble out from your mouth, your pleasure so close to its peak. Burying your head in Eren’s shoulder, eyes fluttering open for a moment to find the moon.

He murmurs your name. “Pretty girl, made for me.” Burying his fingers deeper and sharper, he curls them inside you.

Releasing a shaky breath, the moon is eclipsed with an explosion of stars.

You sink your teeth onto his shoulder to stifle your moan. Your body slackens, but Eren does not stop stroking you, only slowing down enough to help ease you back from your orgasm.

He gives you time to catch your breath, chuckling when you pull back to look at him. He angles his shoulder so that he can get a look at the teeth marks you’ve left behind.

“You have a mouth fixation, don’t you?”

You swallow at his words as his front presses against yours, and the telltale bulge rekindles your flame.

You nod. At a loss for words, you manage to utter, “On your back.” Clearing your throat, you find your voice again, firmer this time. “On the dock. Lay down.”

Eren hedges as though he doesn’t want to let go, but you pay no heed, taking his wrists as you crouch, pulling him down to sit.

You nestle between his knees, kissing him with as much fervor as he’s shown you. One hand pulls your shorts off completely, while the other scratches at the back of his neck, sneaking into his scalp.

There’s a tug on your tank top, and you grant Eren what he wants, slipping it off while his hand unhooks your bra.

Eren’s eyes widen, marveling at your naked form, cast alight under the full moon. He runs his fingers along your side, roaming a hand along your chest, thumb stroking a perked nipple.

You don’t move, allowing him to soak in your body, seizing the opportunity to observe him.

His hand squeezes your breast with a tenderness you didn’t expect. He skims the length of your arm with his fingers, from shoulder to wrist with a focus akin to being in a trance. When he reaches your hand, he brushes his lips along your knuckles.

His exploration of your body does not stop there. Lust paints his face red as he runs his thumb across your lips, slipping it into your mouth. When his hand sinks lower to press into the flesh of your thighs, it traverses deeper, and his eyes focus on your pussy. A low groan locks deep in his throat.

You hum at the contact, watching him bite his lip. It takes restraint, but you snatch up both his hands, shaking your head.

“Let me.”

His gaze holds you like a magnet while your hands work to undo the fly of his jeans. Eren lifts his lower half a little to allow you to yank them off his legs entirely, along with his boxers.

It’s a sight to behold that greets you.

His cock, erect, pre-cum leaking at the tip washes over you like a wave of revived thrill.

You lower your head, breath ghosting the tip. “May I?”

With lidded eyes, Eren nods. “All yours.”

A sharp inhale fills Eren’s lungs when your tongue graces the head of his cock. Within seconds, he breathes out a debauched moan in response to your slow, thorough attentions.

You watch him, taking the head of his cock in your mouth to whirl your tongue along the sensitive flesh. You gently knead his balls for further stimulation.

Eren gapes at the sight of you, head bowed, eyes on him through the curtain of your hair that falls from the sides. He reaches to tuck rogue strands of hair behind your ears, then runs his fingers along your face.

At the affection, you sink your mouth deeper, taking the full length of him that the tip pokes at the side of your cheek. You continue to massage his balls, arousal renewing between your legs when he tosses his head back to release another moan.

Eren feels himself sliding on the dock, so close to laying on his back. His elbows anchor him in place against the wooden surface, but your pace has him so close to finishing.

His dick twitches in your mouth and Eren reaches over again to snatch up your chin.

You straighten, drawing your mouth away from his cock, letting it spring up freely. Tilting your head, you say nothing, waiting.

Eren grins, his mind like cotton, distracted from the wetness along your mouth and chin. He points at his discarded jeans. “Condom, front pocket. I want to feel you.”

You stretch to grab his jeans, musing, “So...one of us had condoms.” Tearing the wrapper’s corner, you roll it onto Eren’s cock with dexterity. Shuffling closer, you lift your hips.

Eren stills, anticipation making every muscle go rigid.

Meeting his gaze, you push him until he’s splayed on the dock. “I said ‘on your back’, Eren.”

He laughs, raising his head a little to watch you come astride, sheathing his cock inside you.

The tender stretch alone makes you sigh in bliss. You give yourself a moment to bask in the fullness of him, something you had fantasized before.

Eren’s hands find your hips, pressing into the skin softly. “You okay?”

Bearing down at the man beneath you, naked, lidded eyes, and captured by the moonlight, you couldn’t look away, wanting to stare at him for a while, so that he’s pressed onto your vision long after.

You bend closer to caress his face with your fingers, lowering your mouth to purr into his lips. “Eren…pretty boy.”

Pulling away, your hands plant themselves onto his toned chest for balance and you move. Sliding and bouncing, syncing with the cadence of Eren’s hands as he guides your hips to fuck yourself on his cock.

“Fuck—” Eren grunts, slack-jawed.

Your breath hitches. “How does this pussy feel?”

A groan wrests from the back of Eren’s throat. “Like fucking nirvana—your pussy is so tight.”

The dock creaks under your combined weights, the wood much too abrasive for your knees, but you don’t care. You don’t stop, only chasing the flames of pleasure.

Eren bucks his hips, thrusting upwards, keen on chasing the same flames. The silence fill with the whispers of heavy breathing and skin connecting with skin.

Unable to control himself, Eren sits up cupping your face with one hand to slip his tongue into your mouth. He flips you onto your back, snatching up your ankle to hook along his shoulder and wrapping your other leg around his waist.

“What…?” You inhale, head spinning.

He takes your mouth again with his, silencing you. “I’m doing what I want, just like you dared me to.” Dragging you closer, he plunges back in with increased vigor.

A whimper slips out of you, eyes catching Eren licking his fingers. They splay along your center, his thumb rubbing in tandem with his thrusts.

“I’ve thought of this a few times—” Eren says.

Your head continues to spin, unable to thread a sentence. “Uh—huh?”

“Yup,” Eren grunts in response. “You drove me insane, every time you snapped at Galliard. I fucking loved seeing you defend yourself, seeing you all pissed off. I just wanted to fuck you to help you relax—and I wanted you to do whatever you wanted with me—”

A sharp gasp springs forth at the confession. Everyone at camp all agreed that you had a coarse disposition at times, triggered mainly from the lack of nicotine and sexual frustration.

It had been a while since you had sex, and being around Eren all summer without a release, only fueled that frustration.

And here you both are, living out those fantasies with the moon as your only witness.

The angle of your leg over his shoulder allows you to feel him deeply. Small bursts of pleasure leave you breathless as Eren’s hips rock back and forth in a tempo that foreshadows his release.

His agile fingers bring you to your destination, filling your sights with stars once more.

Eren snaps his hips a few more times, grasping onto your thigh along his chest for support, a pleased moan spilling out as he climaxes, reaching euphoria.

His cock softens and Eren slowly pulls out, careful to set your leg down as though it’s made of glass, a contrast to his bruising touch just moments ago.

You prop yourself up on your elbows, catching your breath to take in the view above. Eren’s hair has come loose, remaining intact just barely. The muscles of his stomach tighten with every inhale and his eyes are on you, pouring out the same look of admiration you give him.

“You're the champ at truth-or-dare,” you laugh.

Eren breaks into a smile. “The best dare I’ve ever been given.”

“I guess I should have picked you after my turn. Though, I prefer this company more.” You lift your chin up at the moon.

Eren throws a look over his shoulder. “Yeah, way better than the firepit.”

You sit up, extending an arm past Eren, asking him to retrieve your clothes. To his surprise, you don’t slip them back on. Instead, you pull out your lighter and another cigarette.

The air smells of tobacco, smoke floating towards the sky, vanishing in the moonlight.

Eren takes a seat by you, shoulder brushing against yours.

“You don’t mind, do you?” you say.

“Puff away,” he repeats his earlier words. “Only here to stare.”

Your stomach flutters and you lean against his shoulder, taking drags of cigarettes every few minutes, relishing the taste of nicotine more with Eren at your side.

.......

The van trundles down the end of the road, pulling to a stop at the train station parking lot.

Erwin shuts off the engine. “Alright, those headed back to Marley, this is your stop.”

Porco and Pieck hop off, gathering their things from the back. You do the same, bidding farewell to Sasha in an embrace, wishing her a safe journey back to Paradis with promises to stay in touch. You ignore Zeke and Floch but nod curtly at Erwin as you reach for your things in the back.

Eren beats you to it, snaring your luggage. He smiles ruefully, a message written in his eyes.

“Good luck on the train ride with Galliard,” he says, handing off your luggage.

“Don’t remind me,” you say. “Thankfully, his stop is before mine, so I won’t ever have to see his face again.”

There’s a beat, and despite the time crunch, you don’t feel rushed.

“It was cool getting to meet you this summer.” Eren fills the silence. “And last night…”

Your eyes light up at the memory, and you manage a smile in agreement. “It’s a bummer we didn’t get to spend enough time beforehand.”

“Maybe I’ll come to Marley some time. Zeke and I have some family out there.” His tone is hopeful.

Your smile widens. “I’ll be there. Hope you make it back to Paradis okay.”

Pieck calls out to you, letting you know that the train will be boarding soon, whereas Porco couldn’t care less if you stayed behind, already lugging his duffel towards the platform.

Before last night, you were eager for the end of summer, ready to head home. But now, you wish summer could last a little longer.

You stroke your hand along Eren’s face, committing every angle to muscle memory. You reach into your pocket, standing on your tiptoes to kiss him.

He’s stiff at first, shocked at the outright affection, but he takes the back of your head, reeling you in to deepen the kiss.

When you break apart, you slip him a cigarette.

“Don’t you dare forget about me.” You kiss him again and turn a heel.

“Eren, let’s go,” Erwin says from the driver’s seat.

Eren ventures a look at you, running towards the platform, catching you spin around one last time to blow him a kiss, making his heart pound in his chest.

When Eren gets inside, he ignores the dumbfounded looks on Zeke and Floch’s faces, taking a seat next to Sasha as she is on the verge of taking a nap.

The van is brought back to life, driving away from the station’s lot and towards the next destination, the airport, where Eren and the rest are bound to fly back to Paradis.

As the station fades from view, memories of the night before flood Eren’s mind. He rolls the cigarette along his palm, eyes going wide.

While Eren doesn’t smoke, he plans to make use of your parting gift. Slipping his phone from his pocket, he saves the number you provided on the cigarette.

He types out a brief message.

Hey, it’s Eren!

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Hey Eren :)

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