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theragethatisdesire · 10 months

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scary dog privilege - best friend!eren x reader one-shot, 18+!!

hellooooo i have had this in my wips for like two entire months and i am giddy and ready to share it. this hopefully will just be a one-shot, but you guys know i love to create a universe for each of my erens so god only knows where we'll end up with this one. best friend eren appears to be my angstiest, broodiest one yet, and i love him lol. wanted to make some use of classic fanfic tropes, so here we get best friend eren and fake dating!! woohoo!!

beware: this is absolute, pure filth once you get into it lol

pairing: eren jaeger x afab reader

wc: 9.1k

DISCLAIMER: this post contains MATURE CONTENT that is intended only for those over 18. if you are a minor, please do not read below the cut.

CWs: smut, consensual hook-up, rough sex, biting, dirty talk, oral sex (fem!receiving), alcohol use, cussing, squirting, penetrative vaginal sex, swearing, use of names (baby, pretty baby, my girl), crying, multiple orgasms, eren being a menace per usual, jean's an asshole (i'm so sorry you guys know i love him but it had to happen)

have fun ;)

This is a terrible idea, and it had been from the start. You know it and so does he, but you had insisted. Now that you’ve made your bed, you have to lay in it, you suppose. You press your forehead to the cold, tinted window of Eren’s ridiculous muscle car, ignoring the vibrations from the rock music he’s blaring and the consistent fluttering in your stomach, and think back to your conversation earlier that week.

“Come on, Eren. It’s just one night!”

“And what about after? When you run into Sasha at the coffee place or Armin after work? Did we just suddenly ‘break up’?” Eren scoffs, pushing past you to grab a Red Bull out of the fridge. You collapse into one of the barstools in his kitchen, having prepared yourself to accept defeat from the moment you posed the question.

“I just can’t face him alone,” you sigh, “it’s only been four months and Sasha told me he’s hooked up with not one, not two, but three girls already. I haven’t even had a drunken makeout at the bar.”

“So? Just because Jean’s been whoring around doesn’t mean you have anything to prove.” Eren's tone is thoroughly unimpressed as he pops the tab to his energy drink.

“You’re my best friend. I just need one tiny favor.”

“Who would even believe us? It’s not like it’s a huge party- we know everyone going.”

You cock an eyebrow. “How many times have Annie and Mikasa tried to con us into a double date? Connie’s been teasing us for years, not to mention the waiter at lunch the other day–”

“Fine!”

“Fine?”

“Fine. I’ll be your date for one night. But all of the explaining is up to you. And,” Eren takes a sip, leveling a glare at you over the top of the can, “I’m going on the record as saying that this is a bad idea.”

He may be reckless, arrogant, and a bit of a brat, but if Eren Jaeger is one thing consistently, he was right. You chance a glance at your “date”. He’s in his typical uniform: black hoodie, black jeans, the little silver chain he never takes off, key swinging over his chest as he turns the car. He looks good, appealing even. If Jean dares to show up with a girl, she won’t consider you to have downgraded, that’s for sure.

You consider your own outfit, an anxious fist tightening in your stomach at the thought of seeing Jean for the first time as an ex. He would have hated it. Your nothing-to-the-imagination outfit is all thanks to Sasha.

You had clued Sasha in on the plan; you hoped having one more agent in on your secret would help sell the act. Sasha had gone all out, lending you an incredibly low-cut black top and some black leather pants that would have caused at least a twenty-minute argument with Jean. Had he not dumped you, you remind yourself bitterly. Sasha had insisted you borrow her all-black outfit to match Eren’s typical attire “just to be cute”. In hindsight, her enthusiasm about this whole situation should have been a red flag, but you’ve already gotten everything lined up, and it’s too late for regret.

It’s far too late for hindsight, too; you’re already ten minutes into receiving the official girlfriend treatment from Eren. He had worn you down on picking you up, opening the car door, the works. Hell, you wouldn’t be surprised if he pulled out a bouquet of roses at this point. You can hear his obnoxious tone now: Even if you’re my fake girlfriend, you’re getting the full package. Play stupid games, win stupid prizes.

Eren parallel parks smoothly on Armin’s quiet street, unusually busy with the buzz of a house party and lined with your friends’ cars. It’s Connie’s birthday, but Armin always hosts. It’s an unspoken rule at this point; you aren’t sure why he keeps volunteering, especially after Sasha had projectile vomited all over his bathroom at the last get-together, but again, dig your own grave and lie in it. You and Armin are in the same boat there.

When the car switches off, Eren takes a moment to consider you, wrapping and unwrapping his long fingers around the steering wheel, a nervous tic he’s had since high school. “You ready?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” you sigh, reaching for the door handle. Before you can wrap your hand around it, Eren leans over and pinches you harshly on the thigh. “Ow!”

“I open the door, remember?” Eren says, visibly annoyed.

You roll your eyes at him.“Isn’t this a bit much?”

“You think I’m going to be caught dead letting my ‘girlfriend’ open her own door? I have a reputation to uphold.”

You decide to bite back a snippy comment about the many girls who cried over Eren in college and cross your arms over your chest, pouting instead. “Fine.”

If Eren can be dramatic, so can you.

As naturally as if he had done it a hundred times, Eren slings his arm over your shoulders on the walk up towards the door; the weight of it, both physically and mentally, is heavier than you’re willing to acknowledge. When you catch sight of Bertholdt, Reiner, and Annie peering through the window, a flutter of nerves erupts your stomach; you reach a hand up to play with Eren’s fingers, absentmindedly spinning one of his rings and trying to sell the look as best you can. “We better pull this off.”

“It’ll be fine, just follow my lead.” Eren pulls you closer, kissing your hairline. Goosebumps rise all over your body; not at the action itself, but how disturbingly easy the affection seems to come to him. As Eren knocks on Armin’s bright red door, you pack that thought away and shove it to the back of your mind to collect dust.

“Hi…guys?” Armin’s friendly smile upon opening the door falters in confusion as he takes you in, absorbing the sight of you two intertwined on his doorstep. Armin’s wide, blue eyes flick between the two of you, and you can see the gears churning in his head, trying to make sense of how awfully close you and Eren are. Pitting your fake relationship against Armin’s intellect is the perfect first test; a nervous sweat breaks out under your skimpy outfit.

“Sup, ‘min?” Eren smiles back, the very picture of nonchalance, extending his free hand to shake Armin’s shoulder.

“Come on in.” Armin, ever polite, turns to allow for plenty of room for Eren to pull you inside. He doesn’t outright ask why Eren’s holding you, but his eyes betray his suspicions. It seems like your plan, as terrible as it is, is working. One down, a dozen or so to go.

Never dropping his arm from around your shoulders, Eren steers you into the living room where one of Connie’s favorite bands is already blasting from the speakers. Annie and Mikasa are curled up together in Armin’s recliner, hands interlocked as usual; Sasha and Connie are positioned at Armin’s bar cart, violently shaking two cocktail shakers apiece; Reiner, Bertholdt, Marco, and Jean are on the couch, arguing over something sports-related. With a sinking stomach, you notice that there’s only one unoccupied seat left in the room.

“My two favorite lovebirds!” Sasha cries, abandoning her cocktail shakers and rushing over to give you a hug. Upon Sasha’s impact, Eren drops his arm and grabs your hand that’s closest to him as a substitute, never taking his hands off of you. His actions are pointed, purposeful; every pair of eyes in the room looks between the two of you in surprise. You can practically feel a hazel-tinted laser beam burning a hole into your forehead. “You guys are so late; honeymoon phase gotcha already?”

“Laying it on a little thick, Sash,” you whisper into Sasha’s ear, cheeks burning. To your chagrin, Eren only curls his mouth in response.

“What?” Connie frowns, still shaking his drinks. “How long has that been a thing?”

You pause, your heart nearly stopping. You should have made up a story, you realize, something to explain–

“Just a few weeks.” The still-strange weight of Eren’s arm around your shoulder returns, and his jade eyes rest on you, adoration beaming through his always-cool gaze. Against your will, butterflies start dancing in your stomach; apparently Eren’s quite the actor.

“Yeah,” you jump in, grateful for Eren’s lead, “we just wanted to feel it out before we told everyone, that’s all.”

“Sasha knew.” Mikasa raises a suspicious eyebrow. Annie smirks at the two of you, a knowing look on her face.

“It’s about time.” Marco appears from the kitchen with a huge bowl of tortilla chips in one hand and salsa in the other. “Good for you guys.”

You can’t help yourself, finally meeting Jean’s eyes. He’s openly scowling at you, which is to be expected; where Eren is a criminally smooth liar, Jean wears his heart on his sleeve. You recognize that face all too well: anger to mask heartbreak, the same face he wore when you used to fight. For the first time, it occurs to you how cruel this plan might be, how Jean might react to you moving on with a mutual friend. Guilt washes over you, cold and heavy.

“Thanks for giving me a heads-up before you moved in on my fucking girlfriend, Jaeger,” Jean snips, taking a long swallow of his beer.

The guilt drops away from you as quickly as your jaw; you’ve forgotten what a prick Jean can be. Eren has been slowly guiding you over to the singular remaining seat throughout the conversation, and after Jean’s comment, he tugs you down firmly onto his lap. He rubs a large palm over your thigh, a blatant gesture of ownership.

“Not your girlfriend anymore, Kirschstein.” You can hear the distinct note of pride ringing through his voice, hear the nasty look leveled at Jean without turning to face him. It’s been fifteen minutes of fake dating, car ride included, and you can already feel the friendship line blurring. Your head spins.

“Anyway,” Armin, ever the gracious host, interrupts, breaking the awkward tension that has settled over the room, “what bar does everyone want to head out to later? Connie gets the first pick, being the birthday boy.”

The conversation in the room picks back up into a familial bickering over the evening’s next destination. All of your friends have become accustomed to the occasional awkward moment over the years now that some of you have begun to couple up; Mikasa and Annie especially are notorious for bickering like an old married couple, no matter who’s around.

“I need a drink,” you murmur to Eren, moving to stand.

“Do you mind getting me one, babe? Don’t want to lose our seat.” Eren pecks you on the cheek, smiling up at you as if everything about your situation right now is normal, natural for him. Jean’s eyes follow you every step of the way, and your face burns.

Over the years you’ve been friends with him, it’s never been lost on you that Eren’s attractive, not after the dozens of women he ran through in his college years. Peeking over your shoulder now, however, feels like you’re seeing him for the first time, seeing him the way the world sees him. Heavy-set dark brows frame his bright eyes beautifully, his jaw’s grown sharp and severe, and his lips are soft and pouty, stretching into a wicked smirk with sharp canines. He had grown into a heartbreaker, and he’s your best friend and now fake boyfriend– you swat away your private admiration as soon as it comes, taking a deep breath to center yourself and rifling through the bar cart in a daze.

“Want me to make you one?” Sasha waves a bright red concoction under your nose. “Connie and I made them- it has three different types of liquor in it, and you can’t taste any of it!”

One sip of the tiny cocktail straw has your nose wrinkling in disgust. You’ve worked behind a bar since the day you turned twenty-one, and the drink Sasha’s offering you tastes like an overly-syruped nightmare. “Um…no, that’s okay Sash. I’ll probably just stick to beer.”

Connie sticks his tongue out at you. “Boring!”

Predictably, Sasha pouts. “Okay, but we’re definitely making you take a shot. We can chill it in the kitchen, want to help me get some ice?”

Holding up a bottle of tequila, she cocks her head toward the kitchen and wobbles her eyebrows madly. You almost laugh; anyone who can’t pick up on a hint from Sasha is walking around with earplugs and their eyes closed.

“Fine. Let me just grab Eren a beer, and I’ll meet you in there.”

“Ugh, couples,” Connie rolls his eyes, wandering over to fiddle with the dusty karaoke machine that Armin claims broke years ago. You’ve always been dubious as to the truth of that, but knowing your friends, you can’t blame him.

Opening the cooler, you smile to yourself; Armin remembered your favorite IPA from the brewery down the road and stocked the cooler accordingly, nestling a few Hazy Daze’s between Reiner and Bertholdt’s domestics. You pick your way through the haphazard seating arrangements back over to Eren, holding a cold Budweiser bottle towards him. He pauses in his conversation with Reiner, grabbing your hand that holds the beer and removing it from your hand, bringing your knuckles to his lips, brushing them over in a light kiss. He looks you up and down lecherously as he does it, a dangerous curve to his lips.

You return a weak half-smile, doing your best to not appear outwardly shaken by Eren’s behavior and keep the what the fuck? thoughts from showing plainly on your face. Eren waves you off to the kitchen with a light pat on your bottom, innocent as ever.

“How’s it going?” Sasha asks, safe now in the privacy of the kitchen. Her face is already full-flush with excitement and that awful cocktail she was sipping.

“I mean, it seems like everyone’s buying it. Jean looks pissed, though.”

“What were you expecting? He’s always thought Eren had a thing for you.”

“Everyone thinks Eren has a thing for me,” you roll your eyes, “at least it’s working in my favor now.”

Sasha fixes you with a glare, wobbling slightly. “If you don’t think Eren actually has a thing for you, you must be blind. Deaf, too.”

“Sasha–”

“I mean, even if you hadn’t told me, I would have fallen for it. Is it not, like, weird for you guys? That it’s just natural for you two to–” Sasha burps, interrupting herself, and giggles. “Just makes ya think.”

“Sasha!” Connie calls from the living room. “Let’s do Eye of the Tiger first!”

“Woo!” Sasha shouts, abandoning you and running into the room to take part in the newly-revived karaoke festivities.

You stand alone in the kitchen, shell-shocked by Sasha’s observations. The truly irritating thing is that she’s entirely right. Not only do Eren’s little kisses here and there, the constant touching, even the pet names come naturally, it almost feels…nice. It’s as easy for you to receive his affection as it is for him to give it. You peek around the corner, grimacing at Sasha and Connie’s amplified wailing, just wanting to look at him. Really look at him.

Kicked back, beer in hand and jacket thrown over the back of his chair, Eren oozes charisma. Even doing nothing but holding a conversation with Mikasa, the room gravitates around him. Jean’s angry glare never leaves him; Armin has switched to drinking Budweiser, even though you know he hates it; Annie’s nodding along with whatever Eren’s saying; even Sasha and Connie are angling their performance around him, alternating between singing together and holding their microphones towards him, trying to elicit a reaction. He has this undeniable magnetic force, one that you aren’t exempt from.

You’d met him nearly a decade ago, in high school, and initially couldn’t stand him. His hair-trigger temper had hardly cooled with age, and his ego had gotten unthinkably larger, but you grew to find both of them charming– to a degree. One thing led to another, and before you knew it, Eren was the one cleaning you up and getting you drunk after every bad breakup, introducing you to all of your favorite sports teams and lending you jerseys for the games; hell, he even read that smutty fairy fantasy series you’d been obsessed with in college. Had the man you attempted Star Wars marathons with until you both fell asleep really looked like that the entire time?

He catches your stare, beckoning you over with one long, crooked finger. As his girlfriend for the night, you have to obey, even though you would much rather roll your eyes at the cliche.

“Missed you,” he mumbles as you sit back on his lap, breath hot against the shell of your ear.

“You too,” you respond accordingly, wrapping your arm lovingly around his shoulder. Eren’s eyes flit down to your cleavage, but knowing him, it’s impossible to discern if it’s part of the act, or Eren being himself.

His hands rest comfortably over the casing of your pants, one on your thigh and one on the small of your back, one thumb rubbing circles into your soft flesh. Reveling in the drag of his rings over your clothed body, you couldn’t help but wonder how they’d feel on your bare skin, on your throat, on your–

Surprising yourself at the dirty direction of your thoughts, you swallow your beer too quickly, coughing. Eren, who had coincidentally been taking a sip at the same time, laughs at you mid-sip, choking beside you and spraying beer out of his nose.

The entire room bursts into laughter; Eren regains his composure and joins in good-naturedly. You giggle along, relief coursing over your body. Sure, Eren might look a little extra handsome tonight and be a bit touchy because you asked him to, but he’s still Eren.

“They’re practically in sync already.” Hitch, Marco’s girlfriend who had apparently joined the party while Sasha and you were in the kitchen, rests her face on her hand dreamily.

“It’s a little freaky,” Annie observes with narrowed eyes, but the slight curve of her lip betrays her. Not only were they believing your little farce, but they were happy for you. That’s enough to make you flush a little, realizing how naturally everyone’s just accepted your fake relationship. Everyone but one person, at least.

Jean suddenly stands, ripping a beer from the cooler and storming into the kitchen. The laughter dies as quickly as it had come, everyone exchanging nervous looks.

“I’ll go talk to him,” Eren offers, nudging you off of his lap. You blanch.

“Eren, I don’t know if you should-”

“It’s fine,” Eren drops a soft peck on your forehead, walking away before you can stop him. You meet Mikasa’s eyes, wide and concerned. To everyone else, Eren’s walking calmly, not a hint of aggression in his gait. But you know him, know him well enough to catch the anger simmering in his eyes, quiet, but there.

Jean and Eren have always been friends, albeit reluctant ones at first, but too similar where it counted not to get along. That had abruptly come to a halt when you had fallen for Jean. At first Eren had been confused, but over time that confusion had melted into constant irritation. Jean and you were wrong for one another, you know that in hindsight, but at the time, you had chalked all the fighting up to a passionate relationship. The constant tears had driven Eren nearly to a breaking point; multiple times you had begged him not to bring his frustration to physical blows. And now, your fake-boyfriend slash best friend and ex-boyfriend with the two worst tempers out of everyone you know are “talking”. You bite down hard on the inside of your cheek to keep the worry in your chest.

“Are you alright?” The question comes from Armin, who’s placed a steadying hand on your shoulder. “I’m sorry that Jean isn’t taking the news well.”

“There’s no news,” Mikasa says low enough for none of the others to hear over the music, now standing directly behind Armin.

A neat little cross appears between Armin’s eyebrows. “They’re-”

“Faking,” she interrupts Armin, “they aren’t dating.”

Armin stammers, trying to correct her and apologize to you for her at the same time, but you just sigh. “How’d you know?”

“One of you would have told me,” she shrugs, “or at least I’d like to think you would.”

“It’s just…I couldn’t bear to show up alone, not with Jean here and apparently sleeping around since the breakup.” You cross your arms over your chest, grabbing your own shoulders tightly. It’s your fault, you know it is, but you had only wanted to feel a little less pathetic, a little less heartbroken. Drama had been an unfortunate and unexpected side effect.

“Why would Eren agree to that? It seems silly,” Armin muses, noticing your glare and immediately turning bright red, “I- I don’t mean you’re silly, just, you shouldn’t-”

“You know.” Mikasa bumps him. The slightest hint of a smile plays on her face, a knowing look directed at you. You frown, trying to look confused through the pink rising to your face.

A loud crash from the kitchen catches all of your attention, saving you from an uncomfortable line of conversation but making your heart beat that much faster. Dashing to the kitchen door, the entire house party hot on your heels, your thundering heart sinks.

Eren has Jean pinned up against Armin’s cabinets, forearm tight against the other man’s neck. Jean’s still seething at Eren, raw ego washing against the cool anger blazing in Eren’s eyes.

“Need to learn how to watch your fucking mouth, Kirschstein–”

“Eren!” Your voice is surprisingly firm, given the nauseating mixture of embarrassment, confusion, and panic swirling in your stomach. “Let him go!”

“Do you want to tell her what you said, or should I?” Eren hisses, nudging into Jean further. Jean’s eyes dart to you, back to Eren, and for a fleeting moment, you have hope that maybe this all can be resolved peacefully. And then Jean makes a fatal mistake.

He spits directly in Eren’s face.

Just as Eren swings, Reiner collides with the two, just barely catching Eren by his forearm before he can make contact with Jean’s cheek. Bertholdt, as always, is Reiner’s shadow, grabbing Eren by the shoulders and wrenching him away from Jean. It takes Connie, Reiner, Marco, and Bertholdt to restrain both of them, Armin standing in the middle and shouting how ridiculous the fight is above the curses.

“It’s my fucking birthday, Jean, come on bro!” Connie growls, pinning Jean to the cabinets with his back.

“Jaeger- back off!” Reiner manages to pull him back a few inches, hardly able to contain Eren, who’s struggling furiously, in his massive arms. Jean finally relents, slouching into the multiple arms holding him back. After several seconds, Eren does the same, never taking his eyes off of Jean. Into the shocked silence, Armin bravely speaks first.

“Maybe we should leave,” he suggests awkwardly, “take the party elsewhere.”

You pity him, poor Armin and his hosting inclination. Eren finally turns to face you. The wrath laid bare in his eyes sends a chill over your body.

“We are,” he spits, sparing Jean one last threatening glance before storming over, grabbing you harshly by the wrist, and practically dragging you towards the door.

“Eren, wait–” you try to reason with him and dig your heels in, but it’s fruitless. Eren’s strong, stronger than you, and you don’t stand a chance stopping him now that his mind’s made up.

He doesn’t drop the act at the car, ripping your car door open, waiting impatiently for you to step into your seat, and slamming the door behind you. As soon as he turns the ignition, the same angry rock music you had listened to on the way over blasts from the speakers; Eren makes no move to turn it down and neither do you. After so many years together, his temper rarely scares you anymore; it’s more of a nuisance than anything when it flares. You stare out of the window, seething with anger, arms crossed and foot tapping.

Five minutes into the drive, you realize Eren isn’t taking you to your house, but to his. What he’s thinking, you can’t be sure, but you go ahead and start making your plans to give him an earful and call your Uber the moment you get there. You just can’t wrap your mind around why he would attack Jean and embarrass you like that– Eren may have been a hothead, but rarely did he let his temper escalate to that degree, especially against a friend.

Eren whips his car into the driveway, parking with such force you nearly knock your head against the headrest. You reach for your door handle, ready to throw it open, but Eren’s faster. He hits the child lock button and slams his own door behind him, storming around the car.

“The fucking child lock button?” You leap out of your seat once he’s opened your door, glaring up at him with your fists curled by your sides. “Is that what I am, Eren, a child?”

“Come inside.” Eren’s voice is low, dangerous. You’re too angry to indulge his temper.

“No,” you snap, “I’m going home.”

No sooner have you pulled your phone out to call an Uber than Eren snatches it from you, sliding it into his pocket. He repeats himself, more forceful this time. “Come inside.”

You stand rooted to the spot for a beat, so angry you aren’t sure what you want to do more: run home, punch him, or kick his precious car headlight in. Eren simply glares down his strong nose at you, face unreadable as ever, rage still glittering in his eyes.

“Come inside, please,” Eren repeats himself again through gritted teeth. You decide you’ll indulge him and go inside, hear him out, and then punch him. At least it’ll catch him off guard, and you’ll have a better chance of getting your shot in. Without another word, you stomp up the walkway to his house, into the house, and into the kitchen, shoving your shoes off. Stupid fucking kitchens, you think to yourself, kicking your bare foot against the base of his kitchen island. Immature, but the little burst of violence feels good.

Whether Eren’s house smells like him or Eren smells like his house you’ve never been able to decide. The distinct scent of him envelops you: a boyish, sharp smell, laced with a hint of the weed he kept in the living room. Ordinarily it’s a comforting smell, but tonight, it nearly makes you sick with irritation. Fighting with Eren is something you do rarely, but you know the both of you well enough to buckle down. Arguing with Eren means you have a long, nasty, and emotionally gutting night ahead of you. You’re more than ready, fists shaking by your side.

“What the hell was that, Eren?”

He doesn’t answer, swinging the fridge open and grabbing a beer. He twists the top, tossing it aside carelessly and taking a healthy swig, bun bouncing on the back of his head, making no move to acknowledge your presence.

“Answer me!” Your voice rattles the cabinets. “Yeah, was the fake dating a stupid idea? Sure, fine, it was stupid, but starting a fucking fight with Jean on poor Connie’s birthday–”

“You didn’t hear what he said,” Eren says simply, still chugging his beer and avoiding your gaze.

“What could he have said to make you do that? What was so awful that you had to–”

“It was about you.” Eren finally brings his eyes to yours, staring you down through the little hairs that have escaped his bun with such intensity that it nearly knocks you clean on your ass.

Your heart stutters. “You– what did he say?”

“Told me if I wanted to taste your ‘slutty pussy’ so bad, I could just smell his breath. S’why he spit in my face.” Eren’s fingers wrap and unwrap around the beer bottle anxiously.

Your mouth drops agape, tears immediately springing to your eyes. No, you set your resolve, praying your body cooperates. “He…he said that?”

“Why didn’t you tell me you’d been fucking him?” Eren spares you another scalding look. Your temper flares at his anger, one fire against another.

“Excuse me?”

“Don’t play dumb,” Eren snaps, “this whole thing was your idea. What am I to you, just some toy you can dangle in front of your pussyboy ex boyfriend? How long have you been fucking him?”

“I haven’t been fucking him,” you hiss, “he lied because he was jealous. And you’re not some toy, you’re– you’re my best friend. I needed you.”

Eren freezes, eyeing you across the kitchen. His expression has changed, infinitesimally so, a pinch of the fury fading from his face but none of the heat. It strikes you that in the years you’ve known him, he’s never looked at you like this before, not once. “Say it again.”

“You’re my–”

“The other thing.”

“I needed you.”

“Again.”

“I needed– fuck, Eren, what is this? Some kind of game?”

He stalks toward you, silhouetted by the light behind him and looking sinful, closing you in. He’s forceful and shameless as he backs you into the counter, as quintessentially Eren as he can be. “Say it one more time.”

“I…needed you,” you indulge him, brain slowing down to pick up each little detail. His cologne– when did he start wearing cologne?– musky and thick in the air, one of his tattoos peeking above the collar of his shirt, the tangible sensation of emerald eyes dragging along every inch of you.

“I like the way you say that,” his tongue darts out, wetting his lips. You stare blatantly. His mouth is red, pouty, and full, bottom lip a little chapped from where he was chewing it in the car. “That you need me.”

Words are lost on you; even if you could gather something to say, it would probably get stuck in your throat the moment it materialized. His presence is choking you. He brings one of those massive hands up, cupping your jaw, running a thumb over your lip. His posture, looming over you, is demanding, almost hungry.

“Do you still?”

“Still?”

“Need me.”

You blink, eyes still watery. “How?”

“You’re a smart girl,” Eren murmurs, hot breath laced with beer fanning over your face, “you know. You’ve always known.”

You do know. When he ghosted a hand over your thighs at the bar, when you fell asleep on his chest watching a movie, the way he had kissed your head, nearly fought Jean, protected you at every twist and turn. You had kept it relegated to the recesses of your brain, slid a hand between your legs and allowed it to simmer to the surface, maybe for a moment, before pushing it back down. You had always known. He has you on the edge of a cliff, and with a thin gasp, you understand him now: he wants you to jump. And so do you.

“I still need you. Now.”

Something critical snaps in both of you. The countertop digs into your lower back, a beautiful, aching pain blooming up your spine to meet the sting of his teeth sinking into your bottom lip. He’s kissing you; this magnetic, maddening man is kissing you, hard. It’s all tongue and teeth, fingers wrapping in hair, hands exploring familiar places in a new way. Greedy, demanding sounds slip through his teeth as he paws at your clothes, squeezes your curves through the silken shirt Sasha had lent you.

“This shirt is ridiculous,” Eren pants into your mouth, “wish I wasn’t about to rip it off of you.”

A little whimper leaves your mouth at that, and your knees buckle. Eren catches you, grabbing you by your torso and lifting you up onto the kitchen counter; you use the extra height to wrap your legs around his hips. A groan from deep in Eren’s chest rumbles against your lips as he rolls his clothed cock insistently against you. The low, simmering heat in your stomach catches fire; he’s big, even through both of your pants, rubbing himself into where you need him most. A hand creeps up your neck, grabbing a fistful of hair and forcing you to look up at him. It hits you how large he is; six feet and some change of taut, corded muscle, bad intentions, temptation.

His voice is quiet and controlled, so close to your face that his nose moves against yours as he speaks. “I’m going to take you to my room. If that’s not okay with you, I need you to say it right now.”

You nod urgently, relishing the burn in your scalp where he holds your hair tight. “I want it- want you.”

Eren slides you off of the kitchen counter and holds you firmly around his waist, making a beeline for his room. You mouth at his neck, enjoying the little grunts he makes against your ear. You drop unceremoniously onto the bed, left to watch as he tears off his shirt.

Oh, and do you watch. It’s difficult to comprehend that your best friend is the man standing above you. You’ve seen him shirtless countless times, but not like this: chest heaving, covered in a thin sheen of sweat, muscles flexing as he reaches for your shirt, ripping it from you and tossing it away. Your eyes draw towards the defined v leading down beneath his jeans, and you wonder how it might taste under your tongue.

Your bra comes next, Eren moving down to take your lips in his again as he deals with the clasp. He pushes you onto your back, kissing down your neck, sneaking harsh bites in between the gentle presses of his lips.

“Careful, Eren– you’ll leave marks,” you gasp, pulling at his hair.

“Good,” Eren replies against your neck, emphasizing his point with another deep bite to your neck, “you wanted everyone to think I was your little boyfriend, didn’t you? Let them see.”

Your panties grow damp and hot against your core at that; you have no other response than to choke out a stunted moan.

“Fuck, you have no idea,” he growls, traveling down, teeth scraping the top of your breast, “what you do to me. How long I’ve wanted you.”

Your mind falters, caught in the crosswires of Eren’s confession and the way you’re clutching his head to your breasts, fingers desperately threaded in his dark hair and pulling him as close as you could get him. His mouth is so hot it burns, even against your feverish skin.

“Remember…” Eren muses, mouthing his way down your stomach, “remember college? When you’d wear those slutty little dresses out?”

“I remember,” you breathe, impatient and urging him towards your lower half.

“Used to come home from the bar and jerk myself off, thinking about this sweet little cunt,” Eren tears your pants down your legs, panties following, “could practically see it in those short ass dresses. I’d cum thinking about how you’d sound when I stuck my tongue in it.”

A lewd whine rips out of your throat before you can stop it. Eren’s pressing your thighs open now, and his words and the quick little swipes he’s making across your clit are making you dizzy.

“Fuck…” Eren trails off, eyes wide, “got such a pretty pussy. Just look at you.”

“Eren, please,” you’ve never been the begging type, but the bright green eyes peering up at you from where your legs are propped open by broad, strong shoulders take your sense away.

“I’ve got you,” he shushes you, grinning as he leans into your center. A thick stripe of a lick up the center elicits a groan from you both. “So fucking sweet. Knew you would be.”

Eren hooks his arms around your legs, dragging you down the bed to be flush with his face. Eren’s no amateur when it comes to women, you know that, but you had never dared to let yourself imagine what that might translate to in practice.

He licks little figure-eights around your clit, not quite hitting it; he’s teasing you, the antagonist that he is. You tremble under him, little gasps and whimpers puffing out of your lips. Eren smiles contentedly against your pussy, nose flush with your clit, nudging against it rhythmically as he licks through your folds, circling your entrance. You bring your hands down your body, grabbing a fistful of dark hair and pulling him closer to you; you don’t even know what you want, the singular word more ringing in your head like a church bell.

Eren chuckles. “You need something?”

“Stop fucking with me,” you breathe, inwardly cringing at the desperation in your voice, laid bare for him to see. You brace yourself, looking down to meet his eyes, and instantly regret it. The anger has faded entirely from his face, replaced by an unyielding hunger. A wet, wicked smile plays at his mouth; you can physically feel your cunt dripping just at the sight of him.

“You want me to stop fucking with you?”

“Please, Eren, I need you–”

“That’s all you had to say.”

And then, like he does with everything else in his life, Eren licks into you like his life depends on it, like he’s trying to drown himself in you. His tongue pushes in and out of your hole, swirling around your clit, and you can distantly hear the most obscene sounds you’ve ever heard slipping from your mouth. He’s so good, better than you’ve had in years; you throw your head back against the bedspread, hardly able to focus on breathing.

Just when you think it can’t get any more intense, Eren slides one long finger inside of you, curling it against a spongy spot in your walls that makes you see stars. He chuckles at the loud, long moan that you let out.

“My girl likes being full, doesn’t she?” He pumps his finger slowly, testing your limits. Your walls clutch down on him, begging.

“M-more,” you stutter, barely able to form a coherent word through your panting.

“What was that?” You can hear the shit-eating grin on his face.

“I need– fuck– I need more.”

“Magic word?”

“Please, Eren, fuck!”

“Good, good girl,” he coos, pushing another finger into you, “so sweet and needy for me, yeah?”

Your eyes fly open at the stretch, the fullness of his fingers moving inside you. His other hand comes up to push on your lower stomach; your head snaps up, and you frown at him, panicked.

“W-what are you– oh,” you hate yourself for it, but you can’t even speak as he applies pressure onto your abdomen. You feel strange; it’s just right and too much all at once. The familiar bubble of an impending orgasm swells in the pit of your stomach, but it’s more intense, wetter than you’ve ever felt it.

“Close?”

“Mhm,” you force out through gritted teeth. Eren moves his elbow slightly, just enough to bear down on your hip bone where you’re pushing your hips up towards him unwittingly. “But it- it feels weird…I, I can’t–”

“Sh,” he murmurs, mouth back against your clit, “you can do it, just for me, I know you can. It’s going to feel so good, you’ll see.”

Your eyes roll back in your head as you teeter on the precipice, blood roaring in your ears. You want to, you need to–

“Cum all over my fucking face baby, give it to me.”

The band in you snaps, your eyes rolling back into your head. You can feel your cunt spasming around his fingers, pushing something out. Liquid sprays from you, all over Eren’s face, soaking the sheets beneath you. You can’t even hear the lewd sounds coming out of your mouth, too surprised at the gushing orgasm. It finally winds down, and once you gather the energy, you shove insistently at his hand still pumping in and out of your sensitive pussy.

“You have the messiest little cunt,” Eren chuckles at you, wiping his face and kissing his way back up to your gasping mouth, “knew you were a squirter.”

He lands a few gentle taps against your sore pussy, and you flinch.

“I–I’ve never…” you take a shaky breath in between every word, “never done that before.”

Pride illuminates his face. “Really? I knew you could do it– just for me, right?”

You nod, sitting up on trembling elbows. “Your cock, I– I want it in my mouth. Please let me.”

You reach down to fumble with the button of his jeans, but Eren grabs your wrist, pulling your hand up to kiss it gently. “Next time. I’d never forgive myself if I busted before I got to fuck you.”

Too overwhelmed to answer, you simply nod again, sitting back as he shimmies his pants off. Once you catch sight of it, your mouth waters. He’s big, bigger than you thought, wide enough to where your fingers wouldn’t touch if you grabbed it, and long enough to make you gag. The thought goes straight between your legs, cunt still throbbing and clutching around nothing, and a rush of anticipation washes over you.

Eren flips you over onto your stomach, shoving a couple of pillows underneath your hips to prop your ass up. “Christ,” he exhales, landing a sharp smack to your ass.

“Please, Eren- oh!” You jump; Eren’s circling your asshole, using the mess you’ve already made as lube to pop the tip of his thumb in. “Eren…”

“You’d let me fuck you there, one day, I bet,” he mutters, more to himself than to you, you think. Your body tenses in response, the memory of your first glance at his cock fresh in your mind. Eren swears under his breath. “Maybe next time, then.”

You hear him spit, hear the slick sounds of him lathering himself up. You have a brief moment to think to yourself, with the last glimmering shreds of consciousness in your orgasm-dazed mind, that this is Eren. This is your best friend, pinning you to the bed by the back of your neck, rubbing your lower back, admiring you, fucking you. And then the head of his cock is pressing into you, and that last little bit of hesitation gives way.

“Oh, baby,” Eren bends over you to growl in your ear, “never gonna forgive you for keeping this perfect pussy from me all these years.”

“Eren, it’s so– oh my god,” you trail off, eyes rolling back into your head as a few more inches of him sink into you. The way your body stretches for him, the way he fills you, is unbelievable, sweetened by just the slightest burning sensation.

“Fuck,” he hisses, pressing his forehead into the back of your neck, “you feel so fucking good. Best I’ve ever had.”

You whine at that, pushing your hips back into his and forcing him to bottom out. Eren swears against your skin, nearly collapsing on top of you. Your cunt pulses around him, desperately trying to hold him. You can hardly fathom the weight of him inside you; you’re just so full, the word runs through your mind on a loop.

And when he rolls his hips into yours– you nearly start praying. He drags against your walls so nicely, you nearly cum again then and there. He works up a torturously slow rhythm, grinding his hips into yours. You bite down hard on your bottom lip, trying your hardest to suppress the obscene groan about to leave your mouth. You taste blood.

“Never giving this pussy up,” Eren grunts above you, “never letting you give this to anybody else again. It’s mine, isn’t it?”

You nod into the pillow beneath your head, tears pricking at your eyes. He’s picking up the pace now, and the exquisite push-and-pull rhythm of Eren moving inside of you coupled with the fact that it’s Eren moving inside of you is destroying any semblance of intelligent conversation you can muster.

“Say it’s mine,” his face is beside yours now. A hand grabs your hair, turning your face towards him. You know how dazed you must look, mouth open in a permanent gasp, eyes watery and full of hearts. “God, you look fucking incredible. Say it.”

“My…my pussy is,” you swallow hard around the delicious knot of shame in your throat, “yours. It’s yours.”

“That’s my girl,” Eren sits back up, thrusting even faster, “my pussy, my girl. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes,” you pant, canting your hips back against his, feeling your next orgasm approach embarrassingly fast. Eren understands, already knows your body as well as he knows you, and moves the angle of his hips just so to hit that spot he had found so quickly with his fingers earlier. You keen, drooling into the pillow, letting him fuck you stupid.

Eren shoves you over the edge for the second time that night. It’s toe curling, almost violent in nature, the way you cum around him, listening to him hiss as you tighten around him, vice-like. He fucks you through your orgasm for just long enough to see you through it, and flips you onto your back the moment you begin to twitch and shove at his hips, desperate for a break.

You slowly blink your eyes open in surprise, letting the tears roll down your cheeks, expecting to see Eren lining himself up, ready to fuck you senseless once more. Instead, he’s studying you, wiping a tear from your face, licking it off of his finger. There’s a moment happening here, an important one, one you don’t have the mental capacity to absorb right now.

“I want to see you now,” Eren says quietly, “need to see your pretty face when I cum, m’kay?”

You nod dumbly, not knowing how to respond to him in the thick air hanging between you. Before Eren can get any more words out of his open mouth, a loud ring startles you both.

Your phone is buzzing on the floor where it fell from Eren’s pocket; the name on the screen nearly stops your heart. Jean.

You stare into Eren’s eyes, a long, silent beat passes between you both. Your hazy mind is scrambling, grasping at anything you can say to take his mind off of the awkward interruption, but to your surprise, Eren cracks a grin. It’s a wicked grin, prettier than the devil himself and twice as evil.

“Your other boyfriend calling? Checking up on you?”

“He’s not my-”

“Better not be. Not after what I did to you tonight,” Eren’s voice drips with ego. Something in his eyes is territorial, carnal.

You find your words, but they come out quiet. “He’s not. Never again.”

Eren’s grin grows darker. He’s nudging your knees apart with his own, reaching down and pulling one of your legs to wrap around his waist. He’s pushing himself in now, the ringing of your phone fading into the background as the all-encompassing stretch of Eren inside you takes over your thoughts.

“Such a good girl,” he coos, thumbing at your bottom lip, “such a good mouth. Always telling me what I want to hear.”

You nod again, urgently this time, pulling your other leg up to hook them around his waist, hold him inside you, make sure he never leaves again. You’re addicted already; addicted to the pressure in your abdomen, addicted to the way his tip kisses your cervix, addicted to the taste of his sweat as you lick a strip of it from his face, cheekbone to temple.

“I…” you aren’t sure how to articulate how good it is, how good he is. A defeated laugh of your own making interrupts you. “You feel so fucking good. I feel so fucking good right now.”

“God, just look at you, all fucked out for me. You love it, don’t you?” Eren kisses your forehead, face to face with you after propping his elbows on either side of your face. “Love how I fuck you like a whore, don’t you? Tell me, baby.”

“I love it,” your voice is quivering, and you’re vaguely aware of tears streaming down your face. You’re overstimulated, you at least know that, but he just feels so good that asking him to stop seems more painful than letting him keep hammering into you.

“My pretty baby, you’re so fucking perfect,” Eren rambles, “so pretty when you cry for me.”

You can’t break away from his gaze, not through the tears or the rapid-fire speed of him fucking into you. Your legs are shaking so badly you can barely hold them up; Eren’s letting a flurry of little grunts and groans fly out, grabbing onto your cheek with one hand.

“Gonna cum soon,” he huffs, hips still pistoning into you hard enough to hurt, “gonna cum in your pussy, really make it mine, okay?”

“Okay,” you whimper, clamping down on him at the mere thought of it.

“Fuck, you like that don’t you?” He seethes against your forehead, thrusts beginning to falter. “You want to be mine? Want this pretty cunt stuffed full of my cum?”

You can feel him getting closer now, sloppy thrusts punching into your cervix, the ache of bruises forming on your inner thighs as he uses you, chasing his orgasm. You force your eyes open, meeting bright, hypnotizing green. Your voice is going to break, you know it, you hate it, you love him for it. “I– I want to be yours. P-please cum in me Eren, I need it.”

He slams into you one last time, holding his hips as tightly to yours as he can manage, cumming deep inside you with a breathless curse. You arch your back, relishing the feel of his cum in you, warm and filling. Even in your fucked-out mind, you know it’s a lot; you can feel the drip of it, seeping out around his cock and down onto the sheets. The leaden collapse of his body into yours, the gradual softening of him inside you, grounds you, pulling you down from the clouds and back into the bed.

It’s Eren on top of you, sweaty skin clinging to yours, his cum that you begged him for leaking out of your abused pussy. Your eyes shoot open. He’s incredibly heavy, your breath still coming out in short puffs as you try to catch it. He slides out of you; one last pitiful whimper leaving your lips as you find yourself empty.

“Holy shit,” Eren breathes out into the tension, a humorless and exhausted laugh punctuating his statement. As he rolls off of you, you’re overcome with the urge to smack him.

“That’s one way of putting it.” You scrounge around in the bed, trying to find the edge of the sheets to cover yourself with. Eren lays beside you, arm tossed over his eyes, as if the entire axis of your friendship hadn’t just flipped on its head. After a beat, you speak your mind, testing the waters. “I should probably call Jean back.”

That catches his attention. Eren sits up, scowling at you. “Why?”

“Maybe he wants to apologize.”

Eren snorts, rolling off of the bed and pulling you up with him, bridal-style; you aren’t sure where he’s taking you, but all the fight’s been fucked out of you, and you melt into his arms, eyes falling closed. “Who fucking cares?”

“I might,” you answer quietly, adjusting to the heat radiating off of his body. When your eyes open, you realize he’s carrying you to the bathroom to clean you up. Your heart thuds sadly in your chest, overcome with so many emotions you couldn’t begin to name them if you tried. You almost want to cry again, for a different reason now.

Eren sits you on the toilet, not responding to your small confession. He drops to his knees before you, reaches a long arm behind him over to the fixtures on his obscenely large bathtub, pushing the plug in and turning the water on. You draw your knees up to your chest, suddenly feeling incredibly exposed. Satisfied with the water temperature, Eren turns back to you, one hand placed firmly on each of your kneecaps.

“You don’t need him,” he says, solemn as you’ve ever seen him, “and from what I saw tonight, you don’t even want him. You know that now, right?”

There’s something about the way he says it, a hidden thread of pleading woven into his words. Your exhausted brain holds onto that, but your heart refuses to believe in it, broken and beating wildly in your chest.

“I just–”

“I meant it, you know,” Eren avoids your direct gaze, eyes flitting over every feature on your face, “I’ve been thinking about this for a long time. Meant every word of it.”

You pause, wondering absentmindedly if he can hear the pounding of your pulse. “Really?”

“We don’t need to get into it now,” he shrugs, “but you know that. You know I’d do anything for you. You know I’d treat you well. ‘M not a bad guy.”

Your chest aches. “I know, but Eren–”

“So that wasn’t the best sex you’ve ever had in your life?” He fixes you with a singular, raised eyebrow, so serious that you giggle in his face.

“You might have me there.”

“Better than horseface?”

“Watch it.”

The light returns to his eyes; it loosens a hard little piece in your chest, flooding you with warmth. It hits you just how much you love that little sparkle amongst the green, just how much you would give to see it as often as you can. “We won’t talk about it, for now at least. I’ll get us cleaned up, and we can go watch–”

“Mamma Mia,” you blurt, hopeful.

“No fucking shot. But we can watch something else of your choosing, if you let me eat you out again.”

“Eren!” You smack his shoulder, scandalized. Both of you laugh; your fake outrage is twice as funny considering the state of you right now, smeared makeup and bruises on your neck.

He grins crookedly back at you. “That’s not a no.”

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gloxk · 5 months

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୨♡୧ What do A.O.T characters love? ୨♡୧

Part 1 : Eren Y.

A/N: Tysm for 900! Srs i love you guys. Im not going to sit here and say sorry for taking a break if ima do it again. So just give me sum time, i got sum shit coming for yall! Yes this is going to be a series 💞.

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Eren loves…classy women who are mature but a freak in the sheets

Eren loves…being able to slut out his pretty girlfriend while she works on a long assignment.

Eren loves…being your favorite ex because, he knows he’ll always be the first one you call when you’re horny.

Eren loves…when you get jealous and start acting crazy, he knows he’s getting the best sex of his life after.

Eren loves…when you beg for him. He will never denied you.

Eren loves…when he shows you off. He enjoys to see people’s faces turn into an envious mess when he grabs your ass.

Eren loves…breeding, he loves using you as his personal cum sock <3.

Eren loves… dirty talk! his all time favorite to get you wet. “Lemme hear you.” “It’s mine right? Say it.” “You got it baby.”

Eren loves…watching you play with yourself, he’ll get hard thinking about it.

Eren loves…pampering! He loves taking his girlfriend out and getting her all dolled up, so he can ruin it later on.

Eren loves…phone sex! Especially when he’s far away so you face time him playing with your clit while moaning his name <3!

Eren loves…head! Getting head while he’s on the game trying to hold back his whimpers..so nobody hears him.

Eren loves…when you ride him, his hands on your waist guiding you up and down his cock! He just adores it.

Eren loves…mirror sex! Especially when he’s behind you, he gets to see all the pretty faces you make.

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most importantly eren LOVES me. lol con con next💞

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seeingivy · 8 months

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the met gala

actor!eren x f!reader

**part of my method acting series

content: the end contains some possibly triggering content. toxic man moment/unsafe situation so dni and protect ur peace if you need to.

an: fan service to the highest t. you want laufey? i'l give you laufey. you want sukuna? ill give you sukuna. did you ask for catoru gojo? no but i'll give it to you anyways. and the end is a nice yummy lil eren little fdklsfjdksljfkdlsjfkdsjk. also I changed real life met gala lore idgaf if they don't do real perfomances there bc they do now

songs mentioned: death of a bachelor by panic at the disco, seven by taylor swift, promise by laufey, and dorothea by taylor swift

previous part linked here

Eren waits for it in nervous anticipation. Because despite everything Hyla and Lana say, he knows for a fact that you won’t be staying silent. That Danny and Sareen wouldn’t let this slide and neither would you.

And it eats at him while he waits for the real response, beyond that video Connie posted of you, Mikasa, Connie, and Jean dancing to Girlfriend and your tweets about how much you loved the song.

He’s positive that a forty second video can’t be all you’re doing. People loved it and thought it was funny. But surely that can’t be it.

“I can’t believe all your friends sided with her. I thought you were close with Connie.” Lana mentions.

“I was. Before you did that.” Eren responds, clenching his jaw. He can feel anger surging through his blood, every minuscule fraction of frustration building even more - like it had been for the past three days since the awards show.

It's irritating how quick things crumble down. He figures this is what Sukuna was talking about. Because the last time he talked to Connie was when Mikasa called him and it was nothing short of irritating.

Eren’s phone rings in the middle of the night and he’s nearly scrambling out of his bed because he thinks it’s you. Nine hours after the awards show and you’ve finally gotten the chance to respond.

Except he sees Mikasa’s name flashing across the screen, accompanied with her contact picture which is you and Mikasa sleeping.

“Mika? What’s wrong?”

“What the fuck is wrong with you Eren?”

“Mikasa. Okay, I can ex-”

“You can explain? You can explain why you just humiliated Y/N in public? Are you serious?”

“I-I know it’s bad and she hasn’t picked up my calls and-”

“Eren. Is there something wrong with you? Because I don’t even recognize you right now. You would never do something like this, let alone to her of all people.”

“Did you just call me to yell at me Mikasa? You don’t think I feel bad enough about it already? You don’t think I would have stopped it if I had any idea it was going to happen?”

He hears the line get quieter and Mikasa murmuring over the phone, only to be met with Connie talking to him now.

“Hi Eren. It’s Connie.”

Eren sighs, the fact that Mikasa’s so put off she won’t even talk to him sitting wrong with him all together.

“Hi Con.”

“You okay, man?”

“Yeah. Yeah, is she okay?”

“Mika? You know her, she gets mad so fast and-”

“Not her.” Eren whispers.

“Oh. No, no that’s why we called. She won’t talk to any of us. We called to see if you would know what to do because we’re coming short on ideas.”

The words die on Eren’s tongue. The first line of defense when you get like this is always him, because he can always get you to talk.

Could always get you to talk.

“You tried Levi?”

“Yes.”

“Her brothers. You need to fly Falco and Colt out now. I’ll pay for the tickets. Get the shin ramen from the store, it’s her comfort food - put half of the spice packet in because she can’t eat it too spicy, make sure you boil the egg for six minutes because she likes it when it’s still a little runny, and chop ONLY carrots and green onions for the vegetables. And put on Spy Family, it’s her favorite show. Her favorite episode is nine, I think. It’s called Show Off How In Love You Are. ”

“Okay, that’s all great man. Really. Thanks.”

“Connie?”

“Yeah?”

The thought crosses his mind so fast and suddenly he's asking it.

“Do you hate me?” Eren asks, the whisper in his voice sounding so pitiful that he’s almost embarrassed.

“No, Eren. I could never. Just, I have to be here because she needs us right now. You get that.”

“No, no I do. Take care of her, please. Tell me how it goes.”

“Yeah man. Sure.”

Connie hangs up and the guilt eats at Eren.

Eren hears the resounding pounding of footsteps - only to be met with Myka, Hyla, and two other people he’s literally never seen before - standing in his bedroom.

The first thing he learned quickly about filming with these people? They have no concept of personal space or time.

“What?”

“Ricky and Y/N. They made a music video. Put it on.” Myka states, the group of them crawling onto Eren’s bed as he starts pulling up the video.

The thumbnail already has him sick to his stomach. It’s you kissing Ricky’s cheek. The video starts with you and Ricky’s hands, playing the piano together, and it takes Eren all but three seconds to realize that this is the horrible, gut-wrenching response he was waiting for.

His first cue? Not only are the two of you playing the piano together, but you and Ricky are wearing matching, beaded bracelets with each other’s names on them. Like the ones you and Eren have, the one he keeps on him at all times.

The camera pans up to the two of you and Ricky starts singing, which earns him a nice list of profanities from Lana at his side.

Do I look lonely? I see the shadows on my face People have told me I don't look the same Maybe I lost weight I'm playing hooky with the best of the best Put my heart on my chest so that you can see it, too I'm walking the long road, watching the sky fall The lace in your dress tangles my neck, how do I live?

His second cue? The dress you’re wearing in the video, the one with the lace, is one he knows all too well.

“Okay so, Eren. I have to find a dress to wear for the album premiere tomorrow. And it's my first album and it's special and I want it to be perfect. Something kind of soft and casual, since it’s just going to be just fans. Can you help me pick?”

Eren nods as he flops back onto the soft plush of your bed, eyes focused on all the little pictures and knick knacks littered over the walls of your childhood bedroom. Participation awards for sports, signed letters from your teachers, and pictures of you and Colt doing karaoke.

“Ew, Eren. Don’t look at those.”

“What do you mean? You were such a cute baby.”

Eren hopes your kids don’t inherit your messy hair genes as you walk up to his side and look at the picture - of you and Colt with little pink microphones in your hand and the little plastic crown on your head.

“You know, you still do that.”

“Do what?”

“Everyone else holds the microphone at the top, their fingers nearly wrapped around the wire. You’re like the only person I know who holds it at the bottom - like you’re doing in the picture.”

You roll your eyes as you gesture to the dress, asking for his opinion. Eren stands up, grabbing you by the wrist, to spin you around in the air. And he loves the sound of your laugh and how you berate him immediately after.

“Eren. Be serious. What do you think?”

“Perfect. Wear this one.”

“But it’s black - it doesn’t really fit the vibe that I wanted to go with.”

“Good point. No one should see you in this but me. Try another one on.” Eren states, placing a kiss on your neck before walking over to your bookshelf.

"You're no help." you whine.

"I'm biased. You look good in everything, sweetheart."

He’s running his hands against the spines of your books, clearly bent and broken from reading them so much as you try on the next dress.

“Love?”

“Hm?” your voice comes out, all muffled from the sound of the closet door.

“How many times have you read the Goblet of Fire? This spine is demolished.”

He feels your limbs wrap around his neck and a kiss on his cheek as you lazily murmur into his skin.

“Lots. Cedric Diggory was my first love.”

“Oh? Really?”

Eren turns around and makes it a point to pointedly glare at you, which you return with the sweetest, cheesiest of smiles as you tease him on.

“Oh, of course. I’ve always had a thing for Hufflepuffs.”

“Would you look at that? I’m a Hufflepuff too.”

“No, you’re not. You’re a Ravenclaw, Eren.”

“I was expecting you to say Slytherin.”

“No, I feel like that’s a cop-out answer. You’re intelligent, creative, and clever. Ravenclaw.”

Eren smiles as he brings his hands down to your wrists again, spinning you in the air again. He brings his hands up to your hair to tuck your hair behind your ears before responding.

“Nope. Very pretty, but too formal for something small like this.”

“I appreciate the honesty this time, mon chéri. I only have one more, so it better be the one.”

Eren leans forward, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

“What was that for?”

“I love it when you speak French to me.” he whispers.

Eren watches you roll your eyes as you disappear into your closet again. He settles into the seat at your desk, flipping through the song lyrics in your bound notebook.

And he doesn’t miss the polaroids you have taped into certain pages - the one of the two of you at the vow renewal on your invisible string page and one of him at the piano on the New Year’s Day page.

“Okay, Eren. Good?”

Eren turns around to find you shyly smiling at him, hands tucked behind your back. It’s a soft white dress, with a lace neckline. Eren thinks it makes you look like an angel. He makes it a point to stand up just so he can push you onto the bed behind you and lean right over you.

“Eren.”

He leans forward and starts peppering kisses all over your cheeks and your face, leaving longer lingering ones in your neck that leave you in a fit of nervous giggles and saying his name so softly it only sets him off more.

“It should be illegal-”

Kiss.

“To look like this.”

Kiss.

“You’re doing this on purpose.”

Kiss.

“Doing what?”

“Trying to drive me crazy, love.”

“Am not, Eren. It’s just a dress.”

“It’s never just a dress with you. Be serious, Y/N.”

He watches your eyes go wide, a soft pink dusting your cheeks. Your hands are resting on his face and he swears they’re shaking, your arms trembling along with them. Eren brings his hand to your cheek, softly brushing across the skin once.

“Hey. What is it?” he whispers.

“You said my name.”

“I say your name all the time.”

“No, no. You always call me love or sweetheart.”

“Do you like it when I say your name, Y/N?”

He watches the blush spread across your cheeks again as you nod, the sweetest smile on your face.

“I like how you say it. Y/N.”

“I love your name. Though, it’s missing something.”

He watches you frown, the confused look spreading across your face.

“What’s that?”

“My last name at the end.” he responds, pressing a kiss to your lips.

“Ew, Eren. That was so corny.”

He brings his hands down to the side of your dress, where the zipper lies and starts pulling down. He watches the shock spread on your face, immediately pulling back.

“Are you crazy? Falco and Colt are still here even if my parents aren’t.”

“Falco is sleeping over across the street. And Colt is definitely at a party and pretending not to be. Who takes limes and salt to a study session? He definitely needs those for the drinks, silly girl.” he responds, sliding the dress off your shoulders and burying his face in the crook of your neck, leaving lazy kisses all over your skin.

“Eren.”

“Hm?”

“Chelseaiswatching.” you murmur.

“Huh?”

“Chelsea is watching.” you whisper.

“Who the fuck is Chelsea?” he asks, the panic laced in his voice.

You point over his shoulder and he immediately rolls his eyes when he sees her, bringing his hands up to pinch your cheeks.

“Are you being serious? You can’t kiss me back because your stuffed animal is watching?”

“Eren. It’s weird, I’ve had her since I was a kid. And my dad bought her for me.” you whine.

“And you think she’s going to narc on you?”

“No. It’s the principle, Eren! Don’t do inappropriate things when kids or kid-like things are present.”

Eren stands up, making it a point to pick up your stuffed animal and bury it in the back of your closet before he returns, hands on his hips.

“Okay. Anything else? Do I need to put tape over your posters of Loid Forger doesn’t watch us doing it?”

“Now that you say it, it’s actually-”

“Too bad.”

And well after being tangled in the sheets together, Eren pretends not to be offended when you pull on a hoodie and immediately get out of bed and reach for your notebook and your pen instead of cuddling with him after.

You crawl back in the bed next to him, where he immediately rests his head in your lap and starts groaning. You reach forward to push the messy hair out of his face and make a mental note to cover up the purple skin on his neck later so Colt doesn’t hang you at the cross whenever he comes back.

“Did I get you that inspired that you can’t hold me right now?”

“Basically. You’re my muse, Eren.”

“What’s the song called, Y/N?”

“Dress.”

“Clever. I wonder what it’s about.” he responds, pressing kisses along your thigh, consecutively going higher with each kiss.

“Eren. Are you serious? It’s only been like ten minutes.” you respond, the nervous jittery feeling growing in your stomach.

“It’s like vitamins. Can’t go without it.”

“Do not refer to it as vitamins. And you can technically go without vitamins, if you’re like really healthy.”

“Quit being a know-it-all. You know I meant like medicine.”

“Eren.” you respond, a warning tone in your voice as you keep scribbling your lyrics out.

“You get two minutes to finish what you’re writing and then I’m throwing that book out the window.” he responds, his breath on the inside of your legs tickling you.

Eren knows you’re trying to drive him crazy and not in the way he likes. And it’s working. And Ricky’s all too agitating singing voice doesn’t make it any better.

The death of a bachelor Oh oh Seems so fitting for Happily ever after (woo) How could I ask for more? A lifetime of laughter At the expense of the death of a bachelor

Eren watches you and Ricky dancing through the streets, while Ricky sings on and on about happily ever after, and he can’t help but slam the computer shut and all but push the group of them out of his room. And when he closes the door, all he can do is cry and hope they can’t hear him.

You peek out the window and count seven black cars and fourteen different people standing on the block, anxious faces craning up with shining black cameras in their hand. You feel a hand on your shoulder and know the ice cold hands can only be Ricky.

“Hey.”

“How many?”

“Fourteen.” you groan, giving him a frown as you yank your shoulder out from under his hand and walk past him.

You head to the vanity, where you’re going to place your last finishing touches on your outfit. Ricky’s quick to follow and lean into your space, with a smirk pressed on his face.

“Ricky.”

“Yes, babe?”

“Ew. Do you need something? Or are you all up in my space for fun?”

“For fun! You smell really good.”

You make it a point to lightly shove him back, which you both laugh at as you clip on the sparkly necklace, making it a point to not move suddenly at all from this moment forward.

It would be infinitely embarrassing if you ripped the first designer dress you wore. Especially when you have to return it later.

Ricky swings his hand around you from the back and holds a cupcake in front of your face, a glimmering blue candle lit in the middle. You give him a questioning look in the mirror.

“Baby’s first Met Gala!”

You snort as you blow out the candle, taking it from his hands and pulling the wax out.

“You’re welcome, by the way.” Ricky says.

“For?”

“The cupcake! And getting you invited to the Met Gala.”

You smack his shoulder, giving him your angriest look, before you both laugh.

“You’re a prick. I got invited all on my own.”

“Yeah, yeah. Keep telling yourself that.” he responds, sarcastically.

“What flavor is the cupcake?”

“Chocolate.”

“Eh. I like vanilla.” you respond, swiping the frosting off the top with your finger. But before you can lick it, Ricky reaches for it first and swipes it right off your finger.

“I mean, I was going to eat that, Ricky.”

“I only like the frosting of the cupcake.”

“Well, I only like the frosting too. Especially when it’s not the flavor of cake I like.”

You hand Ricky the rest of the cupcake and grab your purse as you head out. You press the button on the elevator and both slide in when it opens, the anticipation of the fourteen people waiting outside for you and the hundred more who will be at the event sitting on you. You must be making some weird face because Ricky catches on to it super fast.

“Just relax. It’s just paparazzi, not flying to the moon.”

“I know that. I just feel like I’m not entirely here at the moment. And they’re all going to ask me about Girlfriend and you and Eren and I just-”

You still haven’t encountered the press after the entire thing, despite most of the tabloids writing things in your favor. Because rehashing the worst thing that’s ever happened for you in the two seconds the paparazzi talk to you and have it become a whole convoluted story is not something you’re ready for.

After the entire thing went down, you retreated to your room for one day. One day. With full intentions to mope for the rest of your life, because you would never live this down. And because the entire ordeal was so overstimulating, so stressful that you need to rest.

Until Danny and Sareen dragged you out by the legs and forced you to film a music video with Ricky. Then go to his debut of the song and the music video in Times Square. And then they granted you your beauty rest, but then that stupid voice in your head got the best of you and you couldn’t help but watch what everyone said about the entire thing after the event.

People thought the entire Girlfriend thing was really tasteless. Because it was. Ricky did a bunch of interviews, where he just talked you up and how the entire thing was ridiculous in his opinion. They thought it was sweet of Ricky to come to your defense with Death of a Bachelor and that your official debut as a couple was one for the books.

You’ll take a win where you can get one.

Everyone sided with you, which was nice. Fans wise but also from your real friends. Connie, Marco, Mikasa, and Jean were at your side the entire time, which you appreciated.

Connie was the one that convinced you that “you had the opportunity to do the funniest thing ever” and filmed a video of you, Jean, Mikasa, and him dancing to Girlfriend and posted it.

Which was your favorite part of the entire thing, not because of the song, but because they were there for you through the entire thing. That Connie could make something mortifying funny for you. A bad memory a good one. A true testament to his support.

Unlike some people. People’s inquisitive eyes leave no stone untouched and now rumors of a fallout between you and Historia are flying around, when she’s the only one to not publicly come to your defense. And you get it, she doesn’t have to. What you don’t understand is why she won’t return any of your calls.

Ricky reaches down and grabs your hand, locking his fingers in yours as he gives you a smile, bringing you back down from the thoughts.

“I won’t leave you, okay? Danny and Sareen said I should handle all those questions anyways.”

“And if Lana comes up to me?”

“Spit in her face. She’s really annoying.”

“And if Eren comes up to me?”

“I’ll give you a big kiss.”

“Ew. Don’t do that.”

“I love it when you act disgusted by me.”

You snicker as the elevator rings and the door swings open. You’re immediately flooded with a mound of flashing lights as Ricky grabs your hand and drags you through the crowd into the fresh air. And it only gets worse outside because not only are the cameras outside bigger, but the reporters are louder.

Are you and Ricky official?

Eren and Hyla are rumored to be dating. Do you have any comments on that, Y/N?

Can you tell us anything about your upcoming record, Ribbons?

Ricky ducks your head into the car first before sliding in himself, tapping on the seat ahead of him as the car speeds off. You let go of Ricky’s hand, wiping the sweat against your dress, immediately freezing when you remember you’re supposed to return it at the end of the night.

“Now was that so bad?” Ricky asks, giving you a winning smile.

“Literally, yes! I wasn’t expecting them to be in the lobby.”

“Cmon, you nailed it. I was there, wasn’t I?”

“Quit trying to flirt, Ricky. You suck at it.” you grumble, which he laughs at.

The car comes to a screeching halt and you give Ricky a weary smile as he walks out first, making it a point to open the door for you on the other side. You wrap your arm around his as you both walk the carpet, giving glimmering smiles every time you walk a few paces.

You make mental notes of those standing on the steps behind you and you catch sight of them. Eren and Hyla, in the center of the carpet. Eren’s lifting his hand to twirl her in the middle, with consecutive clicks from the cameras. And you can see Sukuna right behind them, pretending to gag with Maki and probably ruining all the picutres.

You smile, making it a point to sit with Sukuna later because he’s so wildly unserious that it’s probably the only thing you could tolerate on a day like this. And it would really piss off Eren.

Mikasa and Jean are smiling at you from behind the ropes, Mikasa giving you a sweet smile and mouthing that you look great. She points at a spot towards the left and you nod, signaling that you’ll meet her there after.

Out of the periphery of your eye, you catch sight of it. The giant cat in the middle of the runway. You tap Ricky on the shoulder, pointing it out to him.

“Oh god.”

“At the Met Gala? That’s so unserious.” you respond.

“Ten bucks it’s Gojo.”

“That’s such a lame bet. I know for a fact that’s Gojo. He’s the only type of dumbass to show up to the Met Gala dressed up as a big white cat with blue eyes.”

You both lean closer together, making a point to make sure the paparazzi are taking pictures of you two all close to each other. The head of the cat pops off and surely enough, a very excited Satoru Gojo is now running in circles around in the middle of the carpet. And blocking every girl standing on the side.

You don’t miss Geto standing ten paces behind with Shoko, the two of them very loudly declaring that they, in fact, do not know or associate with that man.

“You owe me ten bucks.”

“I never agreed to that, Ricky.”

Ricky leans forward and plants a warm kiss on your cheek, earning a nice symphony of cooing from the photographers on the other side.

“Oh?”

“We both got it right. So we both get a reward.” he responds, tapping his left cheek.

You roll your eyes as you stand on your tiptoes to give him a kiss on the cheek and consequently wipe your glittery lip gloss off his face after. You give the cameras a smile and wrap your arm around his again as you walk farther down the carpet towards the interviewers.

“Y/N. You look gorgeous!”

“Thank you! So do you.”

“Is there anything you can tell us about your third upcoming album, Ribbons? What’s your favorite track on the album?”

“Thank you for asking! I think Ribbons is a mix of a lot of feelings I’ve had lately - specifically good, warm, and positive feelings. I-I think that being negative is something that’s really easy to do, especially when you’re in my position, but I try to keep my music feeling like sunshine on a nice day, because who likes to focus on the bad when you can just be the good. My favorite track on the album is seven, a song that I’ll be performing inside later today with one of my best, best friends who I wrote it with.”

“That’s sweet. Are any of these positive feelings a consequence of your new beau, Ricky James?”

And right on cue, Ricky’s on your side, tilted eyes glimmering in the camera.

“I know for a fact they are. She loves to write songs about me.”

“That’s a bold statement coming from you, Ricky.” you respond.

“I’m a bold guy.” Ricky responds, giving you a wink.

“Speaking of writing songs, Y/N. How do you feel about songs being written about you? Songs like Girlfriend?”

The reporter looks way too excited at this part now. You look at Ricky before answering, who gives you a subtle nod. The answer you practiced with Sareen and Danny.

“I think it’s flattering.”

“Really?”

Ricky slides his hand around your waist and smiles, finishing off the rest of the answer for you.

“Oh, it’s totally flattering. I mean, I’d be really intimidated if I was comparing myself to someone like Y/N here too. She’s quite literally at the top of her game, in every sense, and it’s easy to feel less than when you’re comparing yourself to a future triple threat. So we get the thought process behind it.”

“Ricky.”

“It’s true, Y/N. Personally, I think they should pick London Boy from her discography as the song selection. But that’s just me.”

You smile at each other as you give the interviewer a polite nod, giving each other a thumbs up as you walk around the floor. You finally get to stop near Jean and Mikasa, who are very obviously already wine drunk, from the way their cheeks are tinted pink.

“Wow, Jean. It hasn’t even been two hours yet.” you respond, placing your hand flat against his cheek to see how much his skin is burning.

“I hate this type of shit.” Jean responds, grumbling.

“Jean. How drunk are you? Don’t tell me you’re imagining cats walking around are you?” you ask, feigning concern.

“Huh? That cat isn’t real?”

“You’re actually seeing cats?!” Mikasa asks, catching on.

“THERE’S A REAL CAT HERE, MIKA. LOOK.” Jean says, pointing at Satoru who is now lying face down on the red carpet.

"Jean."

"Y/N. MIKASA. I'M SO SERIOUS I SWEAR THERE'S A REAL CAT. IT TALKED TO ME EARLIER. IT TOLD ME I SHOULD HAVE DRESSED UP AS A HORSE WITH IT."

“Oh, sweetheart. We should go inside, you’ve had too much. You always do this, Jean.” Mikasa says, shaking her head as she leads him in. Mikasa turns her head over her shoulder and gives you a wink, before she walks straight into the venue.

Geto and Shoko come up to your side after they catch you staring at Gojo - who's now doing the worm in his cat suit on the floor - as they both give you polite hugs. The three of you stand against the wall to watch him take the spotlight away from anyone who was hoping to have it.

“Can you believe you’re married to that guy?” you ask Geto.

“Please don’t remind me. It pains me everyday.”

“He wore the cathead to my house the first day he got it. I was hosting a vigil for one of my neighbors.” Shoko states, placing a cigarette between her teeth.

You snort at the thought of Gojo, in his fully exuberant energy, trotting into a room of people mourning with the cat head on.

Megumi and Yuuta join the group of you as you now watch Yuuji - whose actually dressed in a nicely styled suit - have a dance off with Cat Gojo on the red carpet.

You nudge Megumi in the side.

“Can you believe you’re dating that guy?”

“We’re breaking up.” Megumi responds, earning a laugh from the group.

“I can’t tell what’s worse. The fact that they’re dance battling at the Met Gala or that Yuuji is horrendously losing to Gojo wearing a twelve pound cat-suit.”

“Yuuji losing.” you all respond in unison.

“I think Cat Gojo is going to haunt me in my dreams.” you respond.

“Get this, Y/N. It’s not Cat Gojo. It’s Catoru.” Yuuta responds.

“Don’t tell me he trademarked it already.”

“He did.” they all respond in unison.

"Geto. Shoko. When you burn that thing in the flames of hell, I want a video." you state.

"That's a promise, kid." Geto responds, with Shoko giving an affirmative nod.

You turn to your left to find Ricky standing at your side, with his arm wrapped around John. Historia’s ex-boyfriend. You give the group of them a polite nod as you walk away and join Ricky at your side.

“Y/N. This is my friend, John. He’s been looking forward to meeting you.”

“Hi. Y/N.” you respond, making every effort to emphasize the flatness in your voice.

“John. Nice to meet you.” he responds, holding his hand out which you refuse to touch.

“Play any chess games lately?” you ask, making a pointed reference to Historia’s song.

He glares and you watch the smile on Ricky’s face drop. You give your best, sickly sweet smile as you wait for a response.

“That’s right. You acted in Attack on Titan so you must be friends with Historia.”

“Very good friends.” you respond.

“Okay John, we’re going to go in. I’ll see you in a sec, yeah?” Ricky responds, hands increasingly hard on your biceps as he drags you a few paces away.

“Ouch, Ricky. Get off.”

He’s leaning close to you, whispering in your ear earlier like you two were when Satoru came in, except this is nowhere near as fun as last time.

“What’s your problem?”

“What’s yours? He’s not a good guy, Ricky.”

“I’ve made every effort to be friends with your friends. You could and should be doing the same for me, Y/N.”

“And I will. For your friends who aren’t groomers, Ricky.”

Ricky glares at you before giving you a smile and pressing a kiss to your forehead with the paparazzi so close, before dragging you into the venue with him. You settle into your seat next to Ricky, craning your neck to see where the rest of your friends are sitting, all the way on the other side of the room.

You turn to the girl sitting next to you and whisper in her ear.

“Hi. I’m Y/N.”

“I-I know who you are. I’m a big fan.”

“I’m really sorry to ask you this then. But you see that guy right there, pink hair, those two little scars near his eyes. Could you go and switch seats with him? He’s sitting in between Megumi Fushiguro and Yuuta Okkotsu, so I can at least promise it’s a better seat than this one.”

She looks over and gives you an affirmative nod. You squeeze her shoulder as you watch her stomp over, Sukuna turn back to give you a questioning look, before letting the girl take his seat and striding over to sit next to you with two cups in his hands.

He sits on the chair to your left, making it a point to spread his legs as far as he can on his chair, and glare at Ricky as he sits down.

“What do you want, doll?”

“Nothing. I got bored.”

He shrugs as he places the second cup in front of you, which you pick up. And then immediately spit back up, because it’s just straight vodka.

“Shit. My bad, doll. That’s mine.”

“You’re drinking straight vodka? No chaser?” you ask.

“Imagine doing this shit sober. I’d drive myself half insane.” he murmurs.

You switch the cups and drink yours again, pleasantly surprised by a warm, sweet latte.

“Sukuna. How’d you know?” you ask.

“Eren told me.”

You look over at him, giving him your best glare.

“As if you’d talk to Eren.” you snort, craning your neck to find him on his phone, next to Hyla’s who is fixing her hair.

“We talk. It’s just not pleasant.”

“Yeah. My preferred coffee order is just so horrible to talk about.”

“You wouldn’t believe it. Poor guy mopes about you so much it even makes me depressed.”

Ricky taps aggressively on your shoulder, leaning over into your space.

“I’m going to go sit with John.” Ricky states, angrily.

“Okay?” you respond.

“Okay? That’s it, Y/N?”

“Do you need a formal, written invitation? Or does she need to hold your hand and walk you there so you don’t get lost?” Sukuna responds, glaring at him.

Ricky gets irritated at Sukuna’s response and storms off, which just has Sukuna moving his chair so that you can both prop your legs up on it. You’re both switching off on sharing your drinks - mixing Sukuna’s alcohol with your latte and watching all the performances.

“Are you performing?” Sukuna asks.

“Yeah. With Marco, right before Eren.”

“Real cute. Is it that same fluff shit you always write?”

You smack him hard on the shoulder.

“Asshole. That fluff shit is Multi-Platinum, dumbass.”

“I get that. But I’m saying, you should write something more serious than that. Instead of penting up all that rage in your forehead, you should write it in a song. Quit letting real stupid girls call you stupid in songs.”

“I can’t. My record doesn’t really like the idea of that.” you respond.

“So? You’re the artist and it’s your music. Write whatever you want. Don’t be a chickenshit.”

“It’s not that simple, Sukuna.”

“No. It literally is. You’re just chicken.”

“It’s not about chicken, Sukuna. My record was the one who took a chance on me and to some extent, I have to follow that. And they’ve made me Multi-Platinum so far so who am I to not listen to them?”

“God. You’re pathetic.”

“And you’re an asshole, Sukuna.”

“Do you want to kiss now?”

You reach forward to smack his face, which elicits a laugh from him.

“You never change, do you Sukuna?”

“Best thing about me, doll. You should learn to piss people off like I do. It’ll actually relieve some of that tension. And flirting is good for your health.”

“We can’t all afford to be feather rustlers like you.”

“You could. I’m sure people would eat it up - the whole sweet girl saying her mind type thing. I’ll give you lessons on how to talk your shit sometime instead of letting idiots like that do it for you.”

He points over at Ricky, whose glaring bullets at the two of you. You give him a gesture, which he completely ignores as he turns over to whisper in John’s ear.

“Out of all guys, you had to pick that one? When you tweeted that you were charged with murder, I thought you were being serious and got really excited for a second.”

“Danny and Sareen picked him. That’s not my fault.”

You feel a tap on your shoulder and see the usher, signaling that it’s time for you to perform. You nod and turn to Sukuna, who's already getting up from the chair. He presses a kiss to your cheek before you walk off to the other side where Marco’s waiting.

Eren’s sitting towards the end of the bench, hands pressed under his legs, when he watches you take the stage with Marco, a glittering smile on your face.

And in your billowing, white dress, there’s only one thing Eren can focus on. The fish tattoo, right on display. He instinctively reaches for his own, hidden under the fabric of his clothes, and thinks about how your sweet, flowery smell was always overwhelming, even in a disgusting tattoo parlor.

And when Eren catches sight of Marco at the piano, Eren knows you’re a temptress to everyone and not just him. Exhibit A? You convinced Marco to sing in public with you.

“Hi everyone. My name is Y/N.”

Everyone breaks into a loud applause and Eren thinks that the wolf-whistling in the corner is Mikasa, who he’s convinced is shit-faced by the way her cheeks are glowing pink.

“Thank you. Um, can we just take a minute to give a second round of applause to my sunshine boy, Marco, here? He’s not a big singer and I’ve all but forced him to do this with me, so let’s all give him some love.”

The crowd claps again and Eren knows for a fact that the wolf-whistling this time is Jean, who is actually plastered.

“This song is off my new album, called Ribbons, and it’s called seven. The idea of this song kind of came up randomly. I told Marco that it was kind of sad that I don’t have any of the childhood friends I did when I was a kid anymore. And Marco just responded by saying, ‘what do you mean, we’ve been friends since we were seven?’ And long story short, I jumbled out a nice mess of lyrics with Marco and Armin produced it after that and the song was finished. We hope you like it!”

Marco starts playing a soft piano tune, accompanied by your light strumming on the guitar, and some part of it is so familiar, so you that it makes Eren’s heart ache. Not that Eren’s a big hater of your new, more pop songs like London Boy, but Eren’s always enjoyed your soulful, soft songs like this more.

They remind him of the soft parts of him that you only shared with him, when you used to be next him when he slept at night.

Y/N: Please picture me In the trees I hit my peak at seven feet In the swing Over the creek I was too scared to jump in But I, I was high in the sky With Pennsylvania under me Are there still beautiful things?

Eren fights the urge to snort. Of course, there’s still beautiful things. You’re standing right there.

And Eren knows he’s way too sensitive for this because hearing your soft, echoing voice when he’s about to sing a song about the last time he kissed you has him pushing his face into the table. Because there are tears in his eyes.

Y/N: Sweet tea in the summer Cross your heart, won't tell no other And though I can't recall your face I still got love for you

Marco: Your braids like a pattern Love you to the moon and to Saturn Passed down like folk songs The love lasts so long

When you both finish, Eren watches you give Marco a big hug and a kiss on the cheek as you both walk off together. And then Eren’s trailing up to the stage where Historia’s waiting, the orchestral suite setting up their instruments and he feels his hands shaking at his sides. Historia gives him a smile, which he appreciates as he takes the front stand.

He hates it up here. He knows that flowery scent in the air is you. He manifested it by thinking about it and now it's suffocating him.

You lean against the wall with Marco, hands linked together, as you watch Eren readjust the microphone to his height and Historia sit at the piano. You make a fleeting second of eye contact with her and give her a smile, which she halfheartedly returns.

Eren’s hair is shorter, he’s cut it from the last time you’ve seen him. And he looks kind of tired, though you’re sure you look no better.

“My name is Eren Jaeger. This is my new song, Promise, that I co-composed and wrote with my friend, Historia.”

You lean your head against Marco’s shoulder, who is giving you a warm squeeze on the shoulder, as you listen.

I made a promise To distance myself Took a flight, through aurora skies Honestly, I didn't think about How we didn't say goodbye Just see you very soon

You pinch your eyes shut as you feel the breath constrict in your throat and tears warm in your eyes.

“You okay?”

“It’s Eren. Of course, I’m not okay.” you whisper.

No matter how long I resist temptation I always lose It hurts to be something It’s worse to be nothing with you I’ve done the math There’s no solution We’ll never last Why can’t I let go of this?

As Eren goes on and on, that soft voice that’s lulled you to sleep hundreds of time is haunting you. And Marco’s reflexes to wipe your tears away fast are the only reason that people don’t catch on.

When Eren finishes, his green eyes meet yours and he gives you a painstakingly long look, before walking away.

You don’t see him again that night. Or for a while. You figure it's better that way. Being in the same room but not talking is like nails on a chalkboard.

You lean over the counter, scrolling through the set of pictures Ricky just took, as you wait for the timer on your computer to count down.

Ricky circles his arm around your shoulder, as you both watch the seconds on the timer run out and the little display of confetti go around the screen.

You refresh the tab on your Apple Music and you see it - your name and album cover displayed in bright colors right at the top banner.

“How does it feel?” Ricky asks, watching you refresh your Spotify on your phone and watch the songs turn from grey to white, meaning they're now able to be played.

“Good. I hope Historia calls me after she realizes that dorothea is about her.” you murmur, the notifications on your phone buzzing from Reiner, Levi, and Mikasa. You open Levi's first.

levi: We love the record, kid.

you: it's been out for five seconds.

levi: Just shut up and take the compliment, sometimes.

you: I love you, levi. give kisses to hange. i'll call you guys tomorrow.

“She will. Just relax.” Ricky states, as he watches you push up on the counter, legs dangling in the air after putting your phone down.

He reaches for the lowest drawer, pulling out a dark black box and placing it flat in the palm of your hand.

“What’s this?”

“A gift, before you go on tour. And I wanted to ask you something.”

You nod, encouraging him to go on, as you look at the bracelet - a chain-linked, chunky silver bracelet with a heart charm right in the middle.

“That’s custom made. From Tiffany, because it’s your favorite right?”

“Yeah. Thank you, I really appreciate it.”

“Well, I’m really proud of you. Ribbons is a great record and I’m sure you and I will be competing for Record of the Year in a few months.”

You smile as Ricky leans closer, hands on both of your sides of the counter.

“I think you’re really great. And-and I know we’ve been pretending but some part of this became really real for me and I think it did for you too. So I think we should quit playing around and do this for real.”

You feel your throat dry as Ricky smiles at you, so excited and earnest, that you almost feel bad. For how you’re going to shoot him down.

“Ricky. Oh. Um. Listen. You’re really great. I-I really like you. But I-I don’t know if I can do that right now.” you respond.

“That’s okay. I don’t expect anything from you and I’m willing to be patient and all that. We’ll figure it out.” he responds, yanking the chain out of the box and reaching forward to secure it around your hand.

“Listen. I-I don’t know if it’s all that. It’s just, I don’t. I like you Ricky but not like that. I just can’t do that right now.”

Ricky leans back in confusion, dragging the necklace off your hand as you give him your most sincere smile. And you can’t help but feel bad for not liking him back. When he’s helped you out more times than you can count, with red carpets and defending you when he didn’t have to.

But you can't help these sort of things.

“Listen. I-I can go home. I’ll take the trash and then leave so you can be alone, yeah?”

“Okay. I appreciate that. Thank you for being honest.”

You breathe a sigh of relief.

“Of course. And thank you for taking it well, I still appreciate what you’ve done and have a lot of love for you.” you respond, squeezing his shoulder as you walk past.

You take the half filled bag of trash and walk out to the garage to swing the door open. There’s a decent amount of rain pouring down and you quickly scamper out admist it. You throw the bag over your shoulder and quickly run over to the chute to throw it down before running down to the door.

Except when you reach for the handle, it doesn’t pull down. You jam it down, more aggressively this time as the heavy drops start matting your hair to your forehead. Giving up on the door, you run to the other side and rap your knuckles against the window, where Ricky’s back is still turned.

He turns around and gives you a look, half opening the window.

“Hey. Sorry, I accidentally locked the door on the way out.”

“That wasn’t an accident. That was me.” Ricky responds, glaring at you.

“Huh?”

“That was me.” he responds, again.

“Listen, I can’t really hear you and it’s really cold outside. Can you just let me in?” you ask.

“Sorry, Y/N. I really like you but I just don’t know if I can do that right now.”

"Ricky."

He closes off the window and walks away all together.

You can feel the panic setting in your chest - at the fact that you’re standing in the pouring rain in Seattle and you don’t know where to go. And that Ricky, nice and sweet Ricky, just locked you out.

You hunch over on your knees, yanking your phone out of your pocket to call Mikasa. She picks up on the first call and you can hear her and Jean screaming through the speaker.

“TOP TEN ON THE CHARTS I KNOW THAT’S RIGHT.” they both scream, the sentence going over you’re head.

“Mika. Mika, wait.” you whisper, the tears starting to fill your eyes.

You’re thrown off by the screeching of tires and doors closing and you march over to Ricky’s side door. You lightly crack it open and spot seven paparazzi cars, parked straight on Ricky’s porch.

Meaning. Not only did Ricky lock you out of his house in the pouring rain but he made sure to call the paparazzi so they can catch you the first chance he got. You quickly shut the door and run to the backside of the house, into the back streets by Ricky’s neighborhood. And the panic's starting to make your legs shake.

“Mika. You’re not still in Seattle, are you?” you ask, the panic laced in your voice.

“No, babe. We’re in Tampa right now for Armin and Annie’s thing. We left a few days ago.”

“Do you know anyone who is? This is urgent, Mika.”

You hear Mikasa murmuring over the phone and suddenly Jean’s on the line, his voice more firm and collected than Mikasa’s. You can suddenly hear her panicking in the background, talking to a third voice you can’t identify.

“Marco says your options are Eren or Historia. They’re both still in Seattle, though I think Eren’s closer to where you are. Call us when you’re safe. Immediately, Y/N.” Jean says.

“Okay.”

You can hear the sound of raised voices from the direction you came and you quickly hunch to the side. You try your best to wipe the wetness of your phone as you scroll for Eren’s contact and dial.

He picks up on the first ring.

“Y/N?” he asks, voice raspy like he was sleeping.

And at the sound of his voice, months after the fact, when you’re soaked to the bone in the rain, you can’t help but cry.

“Eren?” you ask, voice breaking.

“Y/N. What is it?” he asks, voice suddenly louder.

“I need your help.”

"Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

"No. No, I'm not hurt, but I could be? I don't know, Eren I-"

“Say the word. What-what is it? I-I’m there. Just tell me what you need me to do, love."

“I need you to come get me, Eren.”

“I’m coming. Stay exactly where you are and on the line with me.”

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expia · 1 year

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i want you in my mouth :( … | (rated.E)

taboos w my fav anime men ! toji , iwai, , eren , armin , reiner osamu.

there are tw right next to each person so pls do look at those b4 you read a section bc there are really triggering kinks ex cnc for reiner oki ily !!! (this is not proof read sorry!)

osamu: boss x employee , power imbalance

• osamu was a prev and he knew it and you should knew too

• so ofc when you walk yo happy ass up in his office asking if he could get a rise or extra hours he knew this was his opportunity

“there you go pretty girl , go head take it deeper for me ma” samu groans out your lips wrapped around his tip trying to take more but he’s so thick must be so hard for a princess like you :(

all types of “ fuckk” and “ shit, right there sweetheart” spill out his mouth as he has the back of your head bobbing you up n down pushing you all the way down to feel you gag around him before letting you go

but once you start going down to suck on his balls while jerking him off he can’t help it but to cum all over your pretty hands, a pathetic whimper falling from his lips, arching as he throbs in your hands .

“do that again, sweetheart you can get as much money you want outta me”

iwaizumi: consensual somno , control kink? , daddy kink, cubby reader!!

• zumi’s always told you how he has a really big thing for control

• he loves the feeling of being able to take you when ever he wanted how ever he want

• (with your consent ofc)

• so when you told him it was all go to do anything sexual to you in your sleep he was alll for it

[]

coming home from the gym to see you napping on the couch laying on your stomach your ass looking so fucking perfect i mean what else could he do but peal off your cute red undies and runt against your cubby cunt and my god the sleepie little “mhm daddy” gots his dick so hard you look so pretty like this , taking whatever he gives you

“yeah baby you like when daddy just uses your body like you’re his fuck toy , mm?”

eren: monster fuckin , painful sex , tummy bulge , cum overflow, oral (f! getting) , size kink

•erens been talking about this forever

•the second hange told him there’s a way for her to give titans genitalia but only for 30 minutes

•he’s been begggging for y’all to try it out

•and for his birthday you finally said yes

[]

so here you are in erens hand cunt leaking after he’s tongue fucked you till you had at least 4 orgasms even then you till don’t think your tiny count can take .. that

in titan form eren is 49’2 inches tall with a fat cock of 15 inches but ten doesn’t care you said you’d take it like a good girl so a good girl you’ll be

the hectic panting and broken moans that left your throat as the tip of its cock breached your sopping cunt the pain of the stretch bought all your focus, blocking out the strange noise from the titan in front of you.

"rennie, it hurts" Your whining made his cock twitch and only push in harder tears running down your face as the ‘man?’ bottoms out giving you the biggest bulge in your tummy you’ve ever seen “ren ‘m so full i can’t”

but some how the pain was balanced by a pleasure you had never experienced before. You felt so dizzy, so full it’s like you could feel your blood getting hot . The Titan was basically using you as a pocket pussy and you couldn't do anything but accept it. Each thrust felt like it flipped your insides, and one particularly strong thrust flipped a switch in your mind. Painful moans turned into pleasurable screams as the hard thick cock inside you pulled against the walls. The large arms around your waist tightened against you and your eyes rolled back into your head as you came with Eren.

so much cum running out of your pussy you feel like you can’t breathe with how packed you feel but with a quietest roar he could mutter you knew he was ready for round two

armin: identity porn/ dub con ( false consent) , daddy kink , pussy slapping, drunk reader , oral(f!getting)

•you’ve been armins best friend since you both were kids

•and he’s always had a crush on you but it’s like you never see him

•walking around dating all these guys knowing his the one for you

•but he can’t be to mad this time you decided to date a man with blonde hair and good things for him when your drunk you think everyone looks the same

armin walks into the room your laying in the fairest away from any other room at this house party “alex is that you?” you pop your head up from the bed you thought you were texting your boyfriend but you were texting him saying how much you missed and loved him, yeah armin knew this was wrong but it’s your fault you pressed the wrong a in your contacts.

“yeah baby it’s me” armin cooed leaning over your body kissing your neck “hey!” you giggle running your finger through his hair tugging it as he continues kissing down your body, past your tummy till he gets to the button of your shorts kissing your stomach one last time before slowing pulling them off

leaving no moment to waste he moves your panties to the side and instantly puts his mouth to your clit “fuck alex please i need your fingers” you babbled alex? armin thought , he can’t give you what ‘min can you’ve told him all about how your boyfriend can’t even find the clit let alone can make you cum

coming off you with a he rises his brows “no baby that’s not my name, what’s my name honey?

“noooo lex” bucking your hips up pouting from the lost of pleasure

“are you to much of a brain dead slut to comprehend i said that’s not my name” slapping your cunt till you scream out “daddy , daddy please i’m sorry”

likening the answer, buried nose-deep in your pussy, hands gripping your hips praying to god it leaves bruises ‘min didn’t stop until you release on his tongue. , the knot in your abdomen begins to coil , “Ah, daddy!” You sob as he watches you fall apart on his tongue. He is the only one who has ever made you feel this way- all for him. You feel your orgasm build and before long, gush all over his mouth. armin slides up your body and compliments you after pulling away from your pussy.

toji: barley legal / father’s friend , ngl predatory toji, daddy kink , choking, finger gagging

•tojis a odd man

•he knows it’s “against the law” to fine little ol’ 17 yr you attractive

•so that’s why he watched and waited

•till he favorite day of the year yet! your birthday

•toji knows for the fact you wanna fuck him and it’s ok cause he wants to do the exact same

[]

“how would your dad feel if he hears you calling me daddy, mhm?” he asks with three fingers gagging you while you bend over on all fours getting pounded into like tomorrow isn’t promised “ or how would megumi feel about this aww you know he’s had a crush on you for the longest” he fake pouts pulling out to flip you over so he can look you in the eye one thump on clit other hand gripping your neck “but here you are fucking his dad like dick drunk bitch you are”

reiner: cnc , roleplay, size kink , choking

•you and reiner have a very .. interesting sex life

•you both are into pretty extreme kinks bc of trauma in yalls past

•one the both of you particularly love is cnc

•you love the feeling of being helpless and losing all control to him

•you both have safe words you can say that anytime

•and after is almost instant after the scene

[]

hey, mister, i think you missed my turn , my house is the other way" the man driving the uber stares at you, “i’m sorry did you hear me we’re going the wrong way." the man shrugs. i know i quicker way

After a few, he takes a detour into an empty basically middle of nowhere soccer field parks the car and you both stare at each other till he breaks the silence

“aww you scared? dont be scared i know how to please whores like you!” he smiles climbing over the seat as you try to get out the car but oh no :(( he’s got child locks on

no one can even hear your screams begging him stop as he forces his cock in your tight little cunt

reiners so big n strong you feel like it hard to breathe the way he has his hands wrapped around your neck pounding into you oh so deeply you feel like your being ripped open

you can tell him “no stop!” or “you’re a monster!” but reiner can feel you the way you squeeze around him when he tells you this is your fault for being a slut but it’s ok! you’re just shy he think, as he rubs your clit and in no time you cream all over him.

ahhh , i hope y’all enjoyed! my first dark content post i wanna do a part 2 with more taboos so pls lmk if you want !!

#haikyuu smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #attack on titan smut #osamu smut #toji smut #eren yeager smut #eren smut #armin smut #reiner smut #iwaizumi smut #iwaizumi x reader #osamu x reader #toji x reader #eren x reader #armin x reader #reiner x reader

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jaegersdevil · 9 months

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vodka problems – eren jaeger

Modern!Eren x Fem!Reader

Summary: Sasha and Connie throw a party, and all the exciting things happen at parties! OR in which you and Eren are exes, and it's the first party you both attend after the break-up.

w/c: 5k+

warnings: maybe ooc eren (because idk how to write him yet, yikes), angst, alcohol, dissociating, c-word (3 whole times), swearing, anxiety about the future & love, maybe some errors, and a rushed ending because i had no more ideas. a/n: this isn’t how i thought this would go, but it’s how it turned out so, enjoy.

You were going to kill them. Nothing could sway you from doing so. Sasha Braus was about to be your first victim, and Connie Springer your second. The plan was already brewing in your mind: promise them an all-you-can-eat buffet, take the pair to a warehouse, blindfolded, get them into a position where the method of execution could be performed (you hadn’t thought that far ahead yet), and then strike. Quick and easy, and nobody would be surprised; they couldn’t even be convinced to go in the first place because you’d already said this to their faces.

“Don’t be so dramatic!” Sasha exclaimed, rolling her eyes. You glared at her from your spot on her bed and then at Connie, who sat on the floor against the wall across the room.

Connie laughed manically. “She’s gone insane!”

You shook your head, clenching your fists to stop the slight shaking of your hands. “Guys…”

At the sound of your exasperated tone, Sasha threw a lone throw pillow at Connie’s face, and the pair stopped teasing.

“Listen,” Sasha started, sauntering toward you. “We can’t just… exclude him from our group get-togethers because you broke up.”

It was the truth you had accepted a month ago, yet it was like a thousand needles in your stomach when Sasha said it aloud. You nodded, your gaze finding your hands.

“I’m sure he feels the same right now,” Sasha looked over her shoulder at Connie, who shrugged. The former rolled her eyes again and turned back to you. “Or at least, I hope he does. Asshole.”

“Hey! It’s not like he’s been sleeping around! Eren’s a good guy,” Connie’s face screwed up in an angered expression at the thought that his closest friends were talking wrong about his other friend. “Just because he’s not hung up on this doesn’t make him an asshole!” He stood up, Sasha facing him.

His last comment made your eyes weary. The one thousand needles tripled.

“We know that! But-–” Sasha tilted her head in your direction. “Let girls talk shit, okay? It was a bad situation.”

Connie cringed at the mention of the aftermath of your and Eren’s breakup. “Maybe you’re right.”

“I am right,” She crossed her arms over her chest. “Y/n is allowed to react the way she is because girls can feel emotions without being overdramatic.”

“What about killing us? You said she was being dramatic.”

“I mean, threatening to kill your friends is a little…” Sasha glanced at you. “But everything else! I know what you boys have been saying, and it’s not only hurtful to Y/n but to me! And Mikasa! Girls, in general! Just because Eren moved on so quickly doesn’t mean Y/n has to! She has every right to feel the way she does. I was like this for months when Nic and I broke up!”

“That was a different thing, and you got back together.”

“Besides the point!”

“Sasha?” You pipe up, tired of watching your friends argue over you.

The two twist their heads toward you, forgetting you were there. Sasha’s eyes softened when she saw the dejected look on your face.

“I’m just gonna go,” You wring your fingers. “I’ll see you tonight, though. Yeah?”

Connie opened his mouth to say something, but Sasha elbowed him. “Yes, we will be seeing you tonight. Glad you’re coming.”

You got up from the bed, and Sasha hugged you.

“Bye, Con.”

“Bye,” Connie replied solemnly.

As you left the room, you heard a smack. “Do you ever know when to shut the fuck up, Springer?”

You left their shared apartment—where you would return later.

—

7:29 pm

Hearing the elevator ding, you turned towards the opening doors; the smell of sweat, alcohol, and weed hit you in the face as you exited. Despite Sasha and Connie’s apartment halfway down the hallway, the music and scents spilled out their front door.

You held the bottle of Chardonnay you had brought loosely between your fingers, the effects of the other bottle of wine you had downed before coming hitting you straight on: liquid courage and all that.

You opened the door without knocking and stepped into Sasha and Connie’s apartment. Music made the floor vibrate, which was ignored due to your inebriated and gloomy state.

“Y/n!” Hands on your shoulders, and the familiar ecstatic energy of your best friend drew you out of your daze. “You’re here!”

“I’m here!” You laughed bitterly, although the previous unwanted anxiety and feelings towards tonight were already dissipating.

“Oh jeez, you’re already gone,” Sasha shook her head disapprovingly. “Tch, should’ve kept you here from this morning.”

You disagreed. “No! See, I wouldn’t have brought us a bottle if I stayed here. This is for nobody else.”

Sasha’s grin grew wider. “Thank you!”

You lifted the bottle towards her face, giggling. Sasha snatched the bottle out of your hand as soon as it was close enough and uncapped it, all in one motion.

Your jaw dropped at the sight of the now half-empty bottle in her hands. “Sash!”

She held the bottle out of your reach and grabbed your hand, pulling you into the kitchen. “I think the boys are in Connie’s room, but don’t worry, I won’t take you to them.”

You knew who the boys entailed, and you were beyond grateful.

“Annie, Ymir, and Historia are in the living room, playing some board game. I don’t know who does that at a party, but they’re having fun…” Then she looked behind you. “Oh! Marco,” Sasha pushed you backwards slightly. “Get Y/n a drink. I gotta pee.”

You stumbled back into a tall figure, spinning around to meet your friend. “Marco!”

The freckled boy rubbed the back of his neck and smiled. “Y/n! What would you like?”

You pursed your lips in thought. “Make me a mimosa? Mr. Bartender?”

Marco laughed and reached up to retrieve a glass from the cupboard unit beside you. “Of course, Miss. Any special requests?”

You eyed the Grey Goose on the counter, not thinking twice about your answer. “Hold the vodka, please.”

Marco blanched as he poured sparkling wine into a cup. “Oh, yeah, okay. No problem.”

You folded your lips between your teeth at the awkward air settling between you, and you didn’t think your response through before it slipped out. The music from the living room speakers, paired with the clink of a spoon on glass, was the only sound in the kitchen.

It was no secret what had happened between you and Eren—the entire friend group had been there to witness it, which was the worst part. A party, a few bottles of vodka, and insecurities from both sides were at play that night. It was a recipe for disaster, and it just so happened that you and Eren were the casualties, along with friendships that were becoming more strained as the weeks passed. It didn’t help that you or Eren were often missing from group gatherings when the other was present, but somehow, Sasha had managed to get you in the same apartment as him for a night. It was either a master plan that could save the group or cause it to dismantle completely, and nobody wanted that.

“Here you go,” Marco said, pushing the glass across the counter.

Tears welled in your eyes at his sudden distance. “Thanks, Marc.”

At the sound of your teary voice, his eyes shot toward you. “Hey, hey,” He reached for you, bringing you into his chest. “I’m sorry. No crying tonight, okay? Nobody hates you, I promise. You are as much a part of this group as he is. You are not allowed to leave.”

“Who said I was leaving?” You mumbled into his chest, tears dampening his t-shirt.

“People talk,” He replied, rubbing your back. “And a little Sasha told me you mentioned the group would be better without you.”

You sniffled and laughed, eyes watery. “Can you blame me? Mikasa hasn’t spoken to me in a month, and Armin only says hello when he has to. I can’t keep putting myself through that. I don’t want to lose more friends over this.”

“If I were a nice person who cared about your well-being, I would tell you to leave us ASAP. But since I’m not, I need you to stay, okay? Who else would I make mimosas for at these ‘parties’?”

You laughed and pulled away. “Nobody.”

“Exactly!” Marco exclaimed. “And just you being here tonight tells me you don’t actually want to leave.”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“No guessing about it,” Marco stepped back. “You are staying. Now,” He clapped. “Wanna join the losers in the living room for a game of Monopoly?”

You nodded, sipping your drink. Marco would never know the effect his words had on you. No matter what happened with Eren, you had a place in this group. Sure, Sasha had repeatedly told you the same thing, but hearing it from someone else, who didn’t have to say anything, was special. “I would love to.”

—

9:02 pm

After Sasha had joined the game and Historia had won Monopoly (thanks to Ymir, who kept slipping her money under the table), the rest of the boys emerged from Connie’s room, bringing the stench of weed along with them.

“Holy shit! Y/n?” Jean yelled in greeting. The grin on his face was wide, and it caused one to break across your cheeks too.

“Hi, Jeanie,” You laughed, standing up from the couch. You rounded the table to hug him, ignoring the others. You and Jean had always been close, even before you started dating Eren. Not seeing him because you chose to distance yourself proved more hurtful than beneficial.

“Haven’t seen you for ages. How are you?” His voice was soft against your ear, and you tightened your arms around him.

“Been better, but I missed you.”

“We’re here too, you know,” Connie piped up, rolling his eyes.

“I saw you this morning, idiot,” You laughed, Jean joining you as you pulled apart.

You stepped to the right of Jean and scanned the faces of everyone in Connie’s room; Armin, Mikasa, Bertie, Reiner, Eren (sparingly), Connie himself, and—who is she?

A petite brunette girl stood at Eren’s side. Her features were sharp and tinted pink when you met her eyes.

You lifted your hand in a lazy wave and turned back to the couch. Your chest tightened at seeing someone you didn’t know hanging out with your group—were they replacing you already?

Sasha noticed your fidgety hands and grabbed them as you sat next to her. You didn’t look anywhere but at the table.

The room grew tense and awkward.

And when nobody spoke, Eren threw his arms up. “I’m getting a beer. Anyone want one?”

The sound of his voice was cutting. It shredded the weeks of progress you had tried to heal and buried deep into your subconsciousness. You missed his voice.

Your eyes lifted, and when your gaze landed on him, Eren inhaled sharply. “I’ll have one.”

Everybody held their breath as you and Eren exchanged words. They never thought they’d see the day, even if it was to be mean to each other.

Eren’s lip curled. “You sure you don’t want vodka? I heard it’s good for ruining relationships, which you seem great at!”

“Okay! That’s where we end that. Real mature,” Sasha stood abruptly, her hands ripping from yours. “Eren, a word?”

“Would love one, Sasha,” Eren’’s tone was clipped as he stalked back down the hallway.

The brunette girl shifted her weight. You watched her stand awkwardly without Eren there.

You couldn’t move with everyone’s eyes on you. With your muscles frozen, you’re eyes were unblinking as the muffled voices from down the hallway got louder.

“Y/n, right?” A new voice spoke. You lifted your head and saw the new girl walking hesitantly toward you. “I’m Cate.”

Your eyes flickered to Jean, who was holding his breath. A small smile replaced your blank stare as you shook the girl’s hand. You couldn’t hate this girl. No matter what happened between you and Eren, she would never be the target of your anger.

“Nice to meet you.”

Around you, the room started moving normally again. Laughs were heard, and conversation picked back up. After her introduction, Cate scuttered to the kitchen, and you slumped back into the couch.

“Nice to meet you,” Jean teased, flopping down next to you, lifting his leg to put it over your lap.

“Shut the fuck up. What was I meant to say?” You snapped, smacking his knee.

“What you said was fine. Jean’s just being a dick,” Marco said from the other side of you.

“If anything, Eren’s being a dick,” Jean mumbled.

You said nothing. And when Jean was going to start speaking again, a pair of legs stopped in front of you.

The blonde boy looked nervous as he looked down at you. “Hey, Y/n.”

“Hi, Armin. How are you?”

He sighed and smiled. “I’m well. How are you?”

You shrugged one shoulder. “You know…”

Armin nodded and sat on the coffee table in front of you. Your knees hit his as you pouted at him.

“Armin… why haven’t I seen you in biochem?” You asked, giggling as you said your following sentence. “You didn’t drop out, did you?”

Armin gaped at your jab and shook his head. “I’m offended at the thought! I had to change classes. It clashed with my other biology class.”

You smiled understandingly. “I guess I was just hurt you didn’t tell me. I know it can be awkward.”

Armin sighed. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think you’d want to hear from me.”

“I always want to hear from you,” You furrowed your eyebrows. “You’re the only one who listens to my ramblings about everything.”

Jean and Marco went to object, saying anything about how they’d had heard it all for the past few weeks when Armin laughed. “That’s true. Got anything for me right now?”

“And that’s when we leave,” Jean stood, motioning for Marco to do the same. “Bye, guys.”

—

10:39 pm

To say a majority of the group was intoxicated would be an understatement.

Ymir and Historia left an hour ago because Historia was on the verge of passing out. Sasha and Eren had gone to different ends of the apartment a while ago after Sasha yelled at him for half an hour. He hadn’t looked in your direction since he came out of the room.

Eren now sat, with Cate, on the couch, a beer held loosely between his fingers, taking sparse swigs. His eyes were heavy, but his cold facade never wavered. Surrounding him were Bertie, Reiner, Mikasa, Armin, and Annie. They were conversing about the NBA or NFL; you couldn’t remember the topic when you left.

Conversely, you were perched on the counter in the kitchen as Marco, Jean, Connie, and Sasha competed in a ‘who could make the better drink’, with you as the judge. You were beyond tipsy, everything falling from your lips unfiltered, which was good and bad when tasting their beverages.

Your face soured as you swallowed. “Fuck, Jean! That’s disgusting!”

The tall boy cackled, holding his stomach as you tipped the rest of the drink down the sink. “I spent my time on that! You're so ungrateful!”

The rest of the group laughed at your misfortune, pushing various shaped cups and glasses in your direction for you to try.

The laughter soon died when Cate walked into the kitchen. She wore a smile on her face and waved when she noticed everyone’s eyes on her. “Hey, guys. What’re you doing?”

“Best drink competition, wanna play? Y/n’s judging,” Connie asked, his eyes hanging and words slurred.

“Uh, yes! I’ll make mine now. No peeking!” She laughed, picking up a random cup off the opposite counter. You and the others covered your eyes playfully.

“Okay, done,” Cate muttered, handing you a black cup. “Tell me what you think.”

Maybe it was the alcohol playing tricks on you, but when she handed you the cup, the typical mischief you’d encountered in everyone else’s eyes when they gave you their drinks was far less dark and cynical than hers. Cate wore a smirk as Jean did, but it seemed more calculated than his silly one. But your drunk brain was too dismissive to take it to heart. So, you took a sip of her drink.

And when the sharp tang of vodka hit your tongue, you almost vomited. Your lips parted, and your eyes watered at the taste and what it had caused you weeks ago.

“Bitch,” You whispered, yet nobody heard.

The kitchen was silent as Cate stood before you, arms folded over her chest. She leaned closer to you, her mouth next to your ear. “It’s a shame. You’re so pretty but such a cunt. I almost feel bad for the guy. He had to tolerate you for so long. Thanks for letting me have him.”

And as Cate fell back onto her heels, she sighed, like uttering those words filled her with relief.

Sasha instantly recognised the look on your face and gasped. Even in her drunken haze, she had perfect aim. Her palm came in contact with Cate’s cheek before the boys could even react, and you took no notice of what had just happened, gaze unfocused and on the floor.

“Woah!” Connie yelled, placing his glass in the sink to hold back his best friend.

“Sasha, what?” Jean exclaimed, hooking his arms around Cate’s from behind.

And Marco was silent. He stood beside you, taking the cup from your hands and sniffing the liquid. He sighed when he recognised the smell. “Fuck.” He whispered.

“You’re never allowed back into my house! Get out!” Sasha screamed. “Or you’ll finally get to see the crazy bitch you’ve been calling me for a month!”

The commotion had finally caused a reaction from the group in the living room, who were now flooding the space. The music was quiet, which made the scene more tense.

“What the fuck is going on?” Reiner yelled over the arguing, taking notice of Cate in Jean’s arms and Sasha in Connie's.

“Let go of me, Connie!” Sasha cried. She now had tears streaming down her face at the same rate as you.

You were dissociating; Sasha could see it clear as day. Your hands shook, and your eyes were unfocused as you stared at the floor, your body swaying ever so slightly.

“Please, let me go.”

Having heard the plea and sadness in Sasha’s voice, Connie released her. The girl stumbled out of his hold and rushed toward you, helping you off the counter with Marco’s assistance. She ushered you back into the living room and down the hallway to her room.

“Let go of Cate, bro,” Eren snapped, stepping forward to reach her.

Jean threw his friend a glare. “Okay, bro,” Jean laughed bitterly and let go of the brunette.

Nobody in the kitchen said a word except for Marco, who had had enough awkward silences tonight.

“Before you go, Eren, because you tend to do that a lot now, I’d take a good, hard look at who you’re keeping company,” Marco shifted his gaze to Cate, who stood rubbing her arms.

“Me? You think this is my fault? That girl is insane! No wonder you broke up, Ren,” She looked up at Eren.

The other boys, Mikasa and Annie, watched anxiously for Eren’s next move.

—

11:00 pm

Meanwhile, you were in Sasha’s room sipping on a water bottle she handed you. Despite the short time, you were already starting to sober up, both from the shock of what just happened and the granola bar Sasha had forced down your throat after she locked her bedroom door.

“God, I hate her. I tried to keep quiet tonight for Eren’s sake, but I can’t, not after that,” Sasha mumbled. “What did she say to you?”

“Uh,” You bit your bottom lip. “She called me a cunt and thanked me for giving her Eren or something. I don’t know. I zoned out.”

Sasha let out a noise of frustration. “If I could punch Eren, I would. He has some serious nerve bringing her here when he knew you were coming.”

“It’s no big deal. I mean, it’s true,” You said tonelessly. “I did some fucked up stuff to him that night.”

“Firstly, shut up! You’re not a cunt, how are you? You got the courage to come here in the first place, and I’m so proud of you. Just because one girl, who must hate women, said that about you doesn’t mean you are one. It's a reflection of her, not you. And secondly, he said shit too! You’re both in the wrong. Stop taking all the blame.”

“Thanks, Sash.”

“You know what I mean. It’s bullshit. I hate that people took sides; I really do. It makes me feel like our group wasn’t as close as I thought.”

You placed your hand in hers. “I’m sorry for fucking up our friend group.”

Sasha sighed. “You didn’t fuck it up,” her eyes were glassy when she looked at you. “I think it was already fucked up.”

Her statement made you laugh sadly.

But your laugh was cut short by the sound of the front door slamming. You shared a look with Sasha as you heard footsteps approaching the bedroom door.

“That’s probably Jean. Bet Eren left,” Sasha mumbled, squeezing your hand before straightening up from her bed.

And as she opened the door, nothing could prepare you for who was standing there with his fist raised to knock.

“Oh my god,” Sasha groaned. “Have you finally decided to talk to her? All it took was some girl to insult her for you to want to speak with her?”

Every muscle in your body was unmoving. It was like someone had poured ice water over your head. If you hadn’t sobered up from the snack and water before, you definitely had now.

“Sasha, please,” Eren whispered. Even though he towered over Sasha, Eren looked small. He was curled in on himself, shoulders hunched.

“It’s okay, Sash,” You stated, noticing how Eren’s demeanour changed at your words. He looked almost the same as when you were together, ganging up on your friends to tease them lovingly.

“Fine,” Sasha said firmly. Then she brought her finger to Eren’s chest. “But if you make her cry, I will strangle you.”

Eren just nodded, knowing it wasn’t the time to joke around. Sasha side-stepped to let him inside her room before turning around and holding the door handle.

“I will shut this door for privacy only. I don’t want to walk in here later to see you��ve killed each other,” Despite her words, Sasha smiled as she said so.

“Bye, Sash,” You wave, hyperaware of Eren standing a few feet away.

“Yeah, yeah.”

And when the door clicked shut, Eren shifted in his spot. You waited for him to speak, but it never came. You guessed his conversation with Sasha earlier in the night had put him in his place.

“Where do you wanna start?” You asked, choosing to help him sort out his thoughts instead of attacking him immediately.

Eren, seemingly grateful, fidgeted with his hands. “I want to talk about the party first.”

You nodded, looking away from him.

“I wanna start by saying we both had too much to drink that night. I should’ve never tried to find you afterwards; I was just so confused and hurt,” Only then did Eren glance in your direction. You met his eyes and shook your head. “I want to hear your side, but could I say my piece first?”

You nodded, allowing him to continue.

“Thanks,” He sighed with a crooked smile and shook his head softly to rid it. “Anyway, I, uh—that night went downhill so fast. I know they say that drunk words are sober thoughts, I know. But at that moment, I was so angry. I was angry at myself, you, and everyone else at that damn party because I—I couldn't take the questions, and the expectations, and the responsibilities. And you’re right. I am immature because I couldn’t understand why you made that choice, and I still don’t understand why you did. It just hurt me so deeply that I didn’t know how to accept it. I still don’t!"

"I stumbled around all night with that damn bottle of vodka because I knew you liked it, and when I saw you with the same bottle dancing with Sasha, I snapped. I couldn't believe you were having fun after hurting me so badly," Eren paced the floor. “But I can’t move on from you, sweetheart. I really can’t. And tonight,” He sighed deeply. “I don’t know why I brought her here. I guess I just wanted you to hurt as much as I do. But, if I knew she would act like that toward you, I never would've spoken to her in the first place. I’m sorry for that.”

Tears brimmed your lash line as you nodded. Eren remained near the door.

“I—uh, I’m sorry for everything I said too. Yes, you can be immature, but you’re not arrogant or aloof when speaking about serious stuff; you're doing it right now. And I’m sorry for doubting your love for me—in hindsight, it was a shitty thing to say considering…” You trailed off.

Eren stayed silent.

“I literally hung you out to dry in front of everyone, and you're still here trying to make amends with me!" You exclaimed, angry with yourself. "That's like one of the least immature things ever."

You sighed, rubbing your forehead. "That night scared the shit out of me, with all the talk about the future and what we’re going to do when we graduate literally next semester. Eren,” You look up at him. “I don’t have any plan. I’m going to finish my degree, and then what? I don’t want this to end. I don’t want to see my friends once a year because we’re all on different sides of the country, of the world! I want to stay here with the lunatics out there and you.”

The sudden confession made you pause. Eren inhaled sharply, meeting your eyes. You swallowed and continued. “I always wanted to stay with you.”

Neither of you spoke. As you stared at each other, you noticed small things about Eren’s appearance that hadn’t been there the last time you’d seen him: the flyaways near his face were longer, his usual clean-shaven jaw was lightly stubbled, his black t-shirt was tighter around his arms, and the green in his eyes was darker.

Eren broke the silence first. “I just want to know why you said no,” He begged.

You were waiting for this question. Sure, Eren had asked it when you’d first answered his initial question, but now, he deserved an explanation. He hadn’t been angry at your answer, more heartbroken than anything.

“You say you want to stay with me forever, yet you say no at the first real chance to do that.”

You blinked, and tears fell down your cheeks. “I know,” Your voice was strained as you wiped at your eyes. “I’m sorry.”

The bed dipped beside you, and Eren’s thigh pressed against yours. And as you hiccuped, Eren wrapped his arm around your shoulders, letting you lean into him.

“It’s my biggest regret, saying no to you. I couldn't believe you’d actually want me like that.”

“Of course, I want you like that. I want you in every way if you’d let me. But until you say the word, I’m not acting on anything you don’t want me to.”

You lifted your head from his chest and turned toward him. His arm fell from your shoulders, and you took his hands in yours.

“If you asked me again, just know I’d say yes,” You cried. “That night… that night was among the very few when I didn’t believe you were real. There is absolutely no way that someone could love me the way you do. Nobody. I believed I would never be loved like that from a very young age. And it was confusing when you came into my life and told me differently after I'd spent years drilling into my mind that I’d be alone forever.”

“I was terrified that saying yes meant I was falling for some cruel joke,” Eren’s hand hovered over your cheek before you tilted your face to rest in his hand. “But now that you’re still here, still wanting to marry me after I said all those horrible things to you, I know what you feel is true. You’re true.”

Eren laughed, eyes watery as he nodded. “That doesn't make sense. But, yeah, I’m real, and my love for you will always be real.”

"It only took a failed proposal for me to realise what I lost," You cringed, peering over at Eren.

He gave you a pained expression, hand over his chest. "Ouch, at my expense?"

You nodded, dragging your hand over your cheeks. "Unfortunately."

And just like that, the pair of you fell back in sync. Eren wrapped his arms around your shoulders, hugging you close. "I know we still have a lot to talk about, but can we just sit here for now?"

"Yeah," You whispered, circling your arms around his waist.

"I'm sorry for what I said earlier in the living room," Eren muttered.

"It's okay. I was ready to say something mean back before Sasha interrupted. So I'll apologise for the intent."

Eren snorted. "I don't think anything you say to me could stop me from loving you."

"Even when I yell at you for leaving dishes in the sink?"

"Especially then," And then you felt him lick your cheek.

"And he's back," You mumble, wiping the side of your face. "I was starting to miss the weird side of you."

"Not my fault."

"Too soon."

You pulled yourself out of his embrace and composed yourself, wiping under your eyes and shaking your arms.

“Let’s start over,” Sticking your hand out, you sighed. “Hi, I’m Y/n.”

Eren shook his head and clutched your outstretched hand. “Hi, Y/n. I’m Eren. I hope you don’t mind, but I will propose about a month into our inevitable relationship.”

You smiled at him, tears slipping past your lashes again. “And this time, I’ll say yes, Mr Jaeger.”

“Hey, I never told you my last name.”

#eren jaeger #eren jaeger x reader #eren jaeger imagine #eren yaeger x reader #eren yaeger imagine #eren jeager x reader #eren jeager imagines #eren yeager x reader #eren yeager x you #attack on titan imagine #attack on titan x reader #— ann writes!

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sunlightandsuffering · 3 months

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“But he's like ur the ONLY one who kept mailing me after all the hype died, what did u think?? that I wouldn't fall in love with u?? “

And he’s so fucking serious about it too 😭😭😂

HE'S SO SERIOUS! Its a bonus that Mikasa is absolutely stunning, he's like hardcore in love and Mikasa is like what the actual fuck am i supposed to do with this ex con who was in jail for insider fucking trading and Eren is all smug like I'll make you rich. You know his fave line in their relationship is that he'd go to jail for her lmfao

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the-littlest-kojin · 1 year

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Collapsing into the chair behind his desk, Conroy closes his eyes as he pushes the papers piled up aside. Groaning in frustration, he leans his head down on the wooden surface.

Chuckling where he is filling out a requisition form at his own desk, Erenville's sharp accent fills the Archon's ears.

"Students giving you trouble again, Con?"

"Mmmf. Always one bright spark who asks 'innocent' questions. Do they think I got to be Archon through collecting bottle caps?"

The sound of pen and paper being placed down presages Erenville standing, thin fingers finding the spots on Conroy's neck where tension makes the muscles tight, and rubbing expertly.

"Eren. You still remember the tricks." Conroy's voice, normally sharp and enunciated, is slurred and hazy with stress and the effects of the massage both as he pulls his glasses off to set them aside.

"Never forget a useful trick. Gleaner policy."

Huffing a laugh, the professor shrugs the top of his robe down, letting his ex reach his shoulders. "It always comes back to 'Gleaner policy', no? Always did."

The dark fingers jab teasingly at the comment, before Erenville moves to Conroy's shoulders. "Either that or study for Archonship, yes. Those are the lives we chose, Con. And neither of us would change that."

"Mm. No. I suppose not. ... Thanks, Eren."

Pulling the robe back up, the much more relaxed lapine perches his spectacles atop his nose once more.

"Any time, Con. Now you should probably go find that student before their 'innocent' project breaks something important."

#ffxiv #ffxiv writing #conroy/erenville #conroy rayne #ffxiv roleplay

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melishade · 1 year

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Attack on Prime Hizuru OVA Commentary Part 1

Main Story

Welcome one and all to the Hizuru OVA Commentary, aka Chapter 57, of Attack on Prime. I said I’d do this, so I’m doing this because I really want to talk about my writing process because I fucking loved writing this chapter. And on top of this, I’m writing while having 150 followers! Hooray! Now let’s do this!

Also spoilers:

So recap, Mikasa made a deal with Kiyomi to go to Hizuru in exchange for getting an extra week for Optimus to contact Cybertron. She’s allowed to go because Megatron decides to be her escort. It’s very tense. The Survey Corps are very adamant about it, but Mikasa is persistent.

“Eren-,”

“You shouldn’t go,” Eren interrupted her.

“I’m going,” Mikasa told him.

“You shouldn’t,”

“I will,”

“Mikasa the outside world is dangerous and chaotic,” Eren hissed, “Once they find out you’re an Eldian, hell comes to the island and they will kill you.”

“I’ll be safe,” Mikasa insisted, “Megatron won’t let that happen.”

“Megatron is a piece of shit,” Eren retorted.

“Who stopped you from ending your life,” Mikasa reminded.

“I don’t care; it’s not safe,” Eren declared as he put his hands on her shoulders.

“Please don’t go,” Eren pleaded with her, “Stay.”

Mikasa was touched. She genuinely was. Eren doesn’t usually show this kind of concern for her or for Armin. She almost didn’t want to go, but…

“I’m going,” Mikasa declared, “I want to protect the island and I don’t want anyone else to die. I’m sorry.”

I wanted to write a more concerned Eren about this situation because Mikasa is going by herself with Megatron. And because Eren, supposedly, had feelings for Mikasa but just didn’t know how to convey them, based on the manga, I wanted to actually show more of that. Which leads to:

“Hey!” a voice shouted.

Megatron didn’t respond to the voice, not wanting to bother, but he was thrown off-guard when he saw blue lightning appeared. Megatron saw a punch being thrown his way, but the former warlord moved slightly and the fist hit the large wall. Megatron stared in surprise as Eren glared at him in his titan form. Eren growled and opened his mouth, releasing some steam.

“Eren, what are you doing?!” Armin shouted at him.

Megatron didn’t respond to either of them as Armin got on Eren’s shoulder with his 3D gear. The boy was yanking on the titan’s hair, trying to do whatever he could to convince him not to do this. But…Megatron knew the message. Loud and clear.

Eren making a threat to the ex-con who can literally wipe the floor with him ten times over. To show that “hey, he still gives a shit”. And then Megatron warns him about being prepared for a full on battle if he tries something that stupid again. Which is definitely not foreshadowing-

Anyway, next day, Hanji confronts Megatron, which was something that I alluded to in chapter 56. And then she says this:

“Another thing,” Hanji continued, “I know how little our world means to you, and why going to Hizuru will just be another boring human mission. But not for Mikasa. This is a really big deal for her. She’s going into an entirely different world from the one she is used to. She’s going to find out more about herself, her heritage, and her culture. I know you see her as an effective soldier, but at the end of the day, she is still a kid. A lot of them are. You don’t have to be interested in Hizuru. I’m certain you’ve seen wondrous things in your life that would pale in comparison to our world. All I’m asking, is for you to be considerate of Mikasa’s feelings and not to be so callous to her.”

Hanji chuckled a little bit before she patted Megatron’s shoulder. “Who am I kidding? That’s like asking Levi to smile. That would be impossible for you.”

Hanji wants to understand Megatron. It is a driving force for her. And she also knows that Mikasa is the only human that he respects. Advising him to treat her kindly would benefit him long term into his ultimately goal into amends with Optimus. But maybe, just maybe, Megatron will take her words to heart and care about Mikasa’s experience and even feel an kinship with her.

So Mikasa and Megatron go together, and I capture the essence of Mikasa just being nervous about this whole trip, not really knowing what to expect. Having the two of them ultimately walk through the forest. Which brings Mikasa comfort since she’s grown up away from the city. The forest is different from what it usually is on Paradis, but it’s beautiful. I had to look up different pictures of Japanese landscape to try and capture what it would feel like.

The thought of her childhood, caused her to grip her bandaged wrist to her chest, the one that hid the mark of the clan. Her mother…she passed down this symbol to her, but she knew nothing of what it was. There was no one else like her in the walls besides her own mother, and herself. She knew nothing of where she came from. Not even Eren and Armin could understand what she was feeling. She was...alone. Mikasa truly wished that her mother saw this nation. It really did look beautiful.

There was no way that Mikasa did not feel like an outsider in her own nation a few times. She’s the only Oriental on the island and her and her mother were targeted for it. There had to have been a different sense of loneliness on top of her trauma, compared to Armin and Eren. And to share this experience with someone who was like her would have been nice. It should’ve been nice.

“Welcome to the capital of Hizuru: Kyoto,” Megatron said. I used Japan’s former capitol. It would’ve been weird to use Tokyo.

Now there is a lot that goes on once Megatron and Mikasa slowly integrate into the city. First of all, Mikasa is happy at the fact that there are more people like her, with the added addition of guilt of everyone looking at Megatron cautiously. Again, I looked up pictures of what I thought Hizuru would look like during this time period. This one being one of the inspirations:

But being in a different nation, by herself, is going to create a culture shock for her. It’s overstimulating for her and it terrifies her. To the point where:

Mikasa felt her arm being yanked backwards as a car passed them by. The driver honked their horn at them in anger as they continued on their way. Mikasa took a deep breath and looked up to see Megatron staring at her with a raised brow.

“You’re not usually like this,” Megatron commented as he let go of her arm, “You’re usually far more composed.”

“I…I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to,” Mikasa felt tears brimming in her eyes and felt her throat begin to swell, causing her to quickly duck her head from view. This was so much.

“You can’t be serious,” Megatron groaned, “This is what you wanted.”

“I know,” Mikasa muttered.

“What do you want me to do?” Megatron demanded, “Hold your hand like a little child?”

Megatron didn’t get a response, but was surprised when Mikasa slowly moved her hand towards him and held it out. Megatron felt angry and irritated. This could not actually be happening. He was actually angry with the Ackerman. He wanted to chew her out right then and there, but stopped himself.

Mikasa is now in this vulnerable state and she feels like a child. And she feels stupid for wanting to seek comfort, but is so desperate to have it that she’s willing to seek it out through Megatron. And Megatron doesn’t want to do this! He didn’t expect this shit from the most qualified soldier out of the Survey Corps! But~!

“This is a really big deal for her. She’s going into an entirely different world from the one she is used to. She’s going to find out more about herself, her heritage, and her culture. I know you see her as an effective soldier, but at the end of the day, she is still a kid. A lot of them are. You don’t have to be interested in Hizuru. I’m certain you’ve seen wondrous things in your life that would pale in comparison to our world. All I’m asking, is for you to be considerate of Mikasa’s feelings and not to be so callous to her.”

Megatron shut his eyes and kept his anger in check. He…had to think about this from Mikasa’s perspective. This was the very first time she’s been off the island. This is the first time she’s been exposed to another culture. The first time she’s actually seen other humans that look like her. She was overwhelmed, and scared. And she had no one she could actually…trust. Megatron’s mouth formed a thin line. He wasn’t qualified for this. He wasn’t qualified for babysitting, or even emotional support. That wasn’t why he was here. Megatron noticed Mikasa’s hand slowly recoiling back, and he saw the Ackerman trying with all her might to contain her shame and embarrassment at asking for help from someone who would never give it. Megatron took a deep breath. This was only for one week. One measly week; that was all.

Mikasa felt stupid and just felt like crying some more. What was she thinking? Asking Megatron of all beings for help? Someone who's hated humanity? Who was here for selfish reasons? She should've known better. She should just stop acting like a child and suck it up. But something unexpected happened. Megatron reached out and gently took Mikasa’s hand into his own. Mikasa snapped her head to look at him, but Megatron didn't pay attention to her. The ex-con pulled her along and the two walked across the street together. Megatron could feel Mikasa grow rigid in his hand, but decided to pay no mind. He was a little startled when Mikasa drew in closer to him for protection and tightened her grip on his hand. He saw a bench under a tree and pulled her over there. He sat down and pulled Mikasa to sit next to him.

I think this scene is pretty self-explanatory. And hopefully, I captured it well. I definitely had to add to it. I liked writing Mikasa leaning into Megatron because it’s her innate desire to feel comfort and safety because she’s so overwhelmed in an unfamiliar world. So fast forward a little, Megatron takes Mikasa to the market and she tries her first Hizuru dish: Origini:

It’s simple, but effective. Food is a necessity for humans. But it can also be a comfort or even a simple pleasure. It can bring up certain memories.

Mikasa tried to grab it from the top, but she found the rice rather sticky. Mikasa then grabbed it by the seaweed wrap and picked up the treat. She took a small bite out of the rice and found…it was delicious. Mikasa took larger bites and savored the food, noting how it somehow tasted a little bit sweet yet salty. When she got to the seaweed, she was surprised by how crunchy it was, but it wasn’t unwelcomed. She was a little disappointed by how sudden she finished the first one, and decided to take her time in finishing the second one.

Mikasa is eased into the Hizuru culture through food. It’s something so simple, and it brings her comfort in this moment. As she’s eating, she and Megatron have a rather civil and polite conversation. There’s a reference to who’s ruling Hizuru: distant cousins who were placed on the throne after the Eldian Empire fell. Megatron even shares stuff about Cybertron.

They go to Kiyomi’s home, Mikasa is taken to her temporary room, and Kiyomi and Megatron have a stern conversation about Megatron’s own impulsive, irrational behavior.

“I never lied about my intentions,” Kiyomi declared, “You know that I am after money, and that is something I’m not going to deny. If this doesn’t go well, all of us suffer. I know that I can count on Mikasa. I’ve heard good things about her on the island and how fast she can adapt to a new situation, but I need to know if I can trust you to do your job and not act out and be aggressive to the most powerful people in the nation. Can I trust you not to act out?”

Again, there is this theme about trust. Because no one trusts Megatron, Megatron doesn’t trust the royal family or Kiyomi, and there is a lot hinging on this plan to work, and it requires gaining just a small amount of trust on both parties. Hanji is putting her trust in Megatron, Mikasa is putting her trust in Megatron. And Megatron is annoyed at this fact! He’s competent! (No he’s not.) But, this is for Optimus, so he complies.

So the outfit Mikasa wears the next day is this:

Worn by Japanese Actress: Kinuyo Tanaka.

These are the pictures I took inspiration for the palace:

Megatron’s trying to be helpful:

“Ackerman,” Megatron whispered as he leaned by her ear, “When they get here, do not show that you are nervous. They will take it as a sign that you are weak. Be confident.”

“I don’t know if I can,” Mikasa admitted.

“I’ve seen your confidence shine as a soldier,” Megatron told her, “I know that it can shine here.”

Mikasa was surprised by Megatron’s proclamation as the titan straightened himself off. Did…did he really mean that?

And we are introduced to the Royal Family: Emperor Taisho (who was an actual Emperor during 1930s Japan), Empress Katsuko, and Prince Kenshin. Taisho and Katsuko are based on this picture:

With a few tweeks here and there. And the son is based off of a mix of both of them with some of the medals worn in other pics.

So I always pictured Katsuko as the friendlier royal compared to Kenshin and Taisho, which is why Katsuko has a more happy demeanor when talking to Mikasa and Kiyomi. Taisho is more professional, hiding his emotions behind a smile, which is why Megatron notices such a strained and forced smile when talking to him in the first place. while Kenshin is willing to be interactive but also wait until he gets the bigger picture. But when Kenshin is passionate and adamant about something he will speak his mind. For now, he’ll play the role.

A fun little note: I liked writing how Megatron just flat out threatened the royal family and Taisho just kept a cool demeanor. Also the change in voice was a shock to everyone there.

So Mikasa gets the tour of the castle, her ancestor, and then she is treated to the royal family’s banquet of food. Again, she’s learns more about Hizuru through food. And note that Kenshin hasn’t said a word yet. I did this on purpose. I didn’t want Kenshin to be introduced in such a traditional manner.

Mikasa talks about her military background because Taisho is genuinely interested in that. He wasn’t expecting to learn about it.

“What are your credentials? What regiment are you apart of?” Taisho asked, interested in Mikasa’s military background.

“I was ranked first among the 104th trainee corps, and after I joined the Survey Corps,” Mikasa explained, “That branch of the military is the most skilled in fighting the titans.”

“This implies that you’ve killed titans,” Taisho assumed.

“I have,” Mikasa confirmed his suspicion.

Katsuko was shocked by Mikasa’s confirmation. There was little hesitation to her answer.

“How many have you killed?” Taisho asked her.

Mikasa thought it over as counted it in her head. The prince stopped eating and stared at Mikasa while Katsuko looked over at her husband.

“Sixteen, I believe,” Mikasa replied.

The prince contained his cough as he choked on the food in his mouth.

“By yourself?” Taisho asked, slightly shaken by the response.

“Yes,” Mikasa replied.

“That is…impressive,” Taisho said with hesitance.

“Mikasa,…do you think that your parents would approve of this?” Katsuko asked her, “The titans are dangerous.”

Mikasa kept her bitterness and sadness in as she put the chopsticks down. “My parents passed away when I was nine.”

I could’ve added a little more, maybe Mikasa trying to remember her mother in that moment. But the fact that Mikasa dropped the fact that she killed sixteen titans (that we know of before season 4) by herself already establishes herself as a threat. And Taisho doesn’t know how to feel about that.

Kenshin; however, isn’t fazed and manages to pull Mikasa and Megatron away to the library. And we see more of Kenshin’s personality. I didn’t want to write the prince or the royal family being assholes and mean. That just seemed overdone. And I don’t think the Hizuru royal family would be that condescending considering what they have to do in order to keep the Hizuru nation alive. They would be more humble. At least, I’d like to believe that.

Few notes of dialogue:

“Away from the politics,” the prince declared with a smirk, “My parents were about to delve into your personal life, and Aunt Kiyomi made it clear to not do that.”

“’Aunt’?” Megatron questioned.

“She’s not my actual aunt,” the prince explained, “But she has been a major presence in my life, so I just call her that.” (I thought it would be fun to give Kiyomi a more personal connection to the royal family. And this happens a lot with immigrant families. I have a few aunts and uncles who aren’t related to me by blood, but I’ve known them my whole life.)

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Mikasa was startled when Tadeo walked up to her, but the Ackerman couldn’t resist as she kneeled down and hesitantly held her hand out. The dog sniffed it briefly before it began to lick her hand. Mikasa began to pet the dog, and she began to feel her stress leave her body. Mikasa was startled when Kenzo began to growl at Megatron, but the titan was not amused at the situation.

“Kenzo,” the prince scolded.

“Sit,” Megatron ordered the dog in an ominous tone.

Kenzo whined as it lowered its head in submission and backed away before sitting down. (Dominance thing. Megatron’s childish that way.)

“Well, that was just mean,” the prince remarked as he petted Kenzo to comfort it.

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“So, Lady Mikasa,” the prince began, “Do you have any questions for me?”

“Why do you keep calling me ‘Lady’?” Mikasa asked, “You are the heir to the throne.”

“But the title properly belongs to you,” the prince insisted.

“You don’t seem threatened by Ackerman,” Megatron commented as he picked up a book from the shelf.

“Despite all appearances, I’m not exactly the upright spitting example of the heir to the empire,” the prince proclaimed, “Not to mention that the people don’t necessarily respect our bloodline. We’re not the main bloodline.” (Kenshin’s respect for Mikasa and his desire to have her here is partially reveal through dialogue. Kenshin just doesn’t feel worthy of the title because of past history.)

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“This is what I mean by not being an example as a prince,” he explained, “We’ve been talking all this time, and I haven’t even introduced myself. My name is Kenshin.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Kenshin,” Mikasa smiled. (And now we’re introduced to Kenshin by name.)

(Mikasa forgetting the scarf. Megatron returning it.)

“I came to check on you,” Megatron answered, “And to give you this.”

Megatron showed Mikasa her scarf and handed it over to her. “You left it at the Fox’s house. I’m surprised. You never part with it.”

“Thank you,” Mikasa told him as she took the scarf from him.

It’s a simple exchange, but this shows Megatron’s ability to be observant. Since Megatron is aware of Mikasa’s feelings for Eren and how close she holds that scarf so he puts two and two together.

(Ceremony: Day 3)

“Do you remember you fake name?” Kiyomi asked.

“Yui Ishikawa,” Mikasa answered. (Which is Mikasa’s Japanese VA)

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Mikasa saw a waiter bring some green tea to her and she took one of the small cups. She drank out of it and found it quite nice. Surprisingly, it wasn’t as bitter compared to the tea within the walls. She continued drinking it as she looked around for Megatron. She was hoping to see at least one familiar face in this large sea of unfamiliar ones. Mikasa was finally able to find him, and was surprised to see the titan on the far end of the ball room, wearing a traditional black kimono with his arms crossed. Mikasa excused herself from the conversation and made her way over to him.

“Um…,” Mikasa trailed off.

“Shut up,” Megatron hissed.

“But-,”

“This is formal wear. I would stand out in the holoform’s default clothing,” Megatron insisted. (Megatron’s really trying his best here. It’s great.)

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“Seems the prince is busy,” Megatron commented as he looked over at him. Kenshin appeared to be talking with some over nobleman, but when they closed their eyes and began laughing, Kenshin made a face that clearly showed his disdain. He really needed to determine the prince’s intentions. (Again, we see more of how Kenshin reacts to the life he’s been living and how he doesn’t like it.)

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Megatron didn’t reply to that as the waiter came by to offer some food on a dish. Megatron declined it while Mikasa took a sakura mochi. She took a small bite and was delighted by how sweet it was. It tasted so nice. Megatron took note of Mikasa’s delighted expression and…was a little relieved. He thought that she would be nervous the entire time, but she’s finding comfort in the small things.

(Two things. One: I found out that Mikasa’s favorite food is strawberries, but there aren’t any strawberries on the island, so this is technically the first time she’s introduced to it in the form of mochi. Second: Mikasa’s reaction to being happy brings Megatron relief because...she’s happy. This wasn’t falling apart and he was doing his job.)

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“Do you play the guitar?” Mikasa asked him.

“No, the shamisen,” Kenshin answered.

“Shamisen?” Mikasa questioned.

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The song Kenshin plays in honor of the festival is this:

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And I liked gaging the reactions of all the key players including Megatron.

The song itself made her feel like she was on air, or in a beautiful garden. It was light, melodic, soft. Somehow, the music matched the environment outside. It matched the beauty of the flowers and the beginning of spring. Mikasa looked over to see Katsuko’s expression of pride, while Taisho was still rather neutral. Mikasa looked over at Kiyomi and noted how the woman seemed to be reminiscing. Meanwhile, Kenshin was completely focused as he continued playing. With both his eyes and ears, he anticipated the notes that he needed to play. His fingers moved with utmost precision, and he seemed to actually be lost in the music.

Mikasa looked back to Megatron, and was surprised by his expression. His arms were crossed, but his face didn’t show any malice, or apathy. He actually seemed…slightly invested, almost as if he liked what he was hearing.

Megatron being around humans is part of his character development. Learning about their culture, music, all that stuff. I also referenced in a short story that music was something more for the upper class citizens of Cybertron, so Megatron would have more appreciation for the material compared to the others.

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“I was bored out of my mind,” Kenshin whispered to her.

Kiyomi snickered. “Don’t say that around your father. Go take a break. I’ll stall for you.”

Kenshin thanked her before turning and grabbing Mikasa’s hand.

“Let’s go,” he smiled.

“To where?” Mikasa asked as Kenshin pulled her away from the crowd.

“The garden,” Kenshin answered.

Megatron quickly followed the two, but caught something out of the corner of his eye. It was Taisho, looking at the two of them with disdain. Megatron didn’t say anything about it as he exited the ballroom.

Kiyomi is the fun aunt that sneaks Kenshin shit. Also wanted to convey Taisho’s disdain about Kenshin being friendly with Mikasa.

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I also wanted to expand on Mikasa’s capabilities and talents, and learning about her Japanese VA, I realized that she could sing, and in turn, so could Mikasa. She has a song on the AOT season 1 album:

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So I had Mikasa sing:

Mikasa thought about a song sung by some military men and lower class citizens of the wall, and began to play it out in her mind.

“Chairs so close and room so small,” Mikasa began, “You and I talk all the night long."

Mikasa remembered reading the book about the outside world with Eren and Armin in the night, hiding away under a blanket with an oil lamp next to them.

"Meager this space but serves us so well. We comrades have stories to tell."

The 104th all sat together, talking about how brutal training was with the 3D gear that day.

"And it's always like that in the evening time. We drink and we sing when our fighting is done."

The Survey Corps watched with interest as Optimus explained some of his war stories in a rather animated manner for someone so reserved.

"And it's always so we live under the burnt clouds. Ease our burden, long is the night. Just as no stars can be seen. We are stars and we'll beam on our town. We must all gather as one. Sing with hope and the fear will be gone.”

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So ist est immer. The song of the underground during ‘A Choice with No Regrets’. Levi’s backstory of how he got into the Survey Corps. It also seemed like a good military song to sing. But I think this is a part of herself that Mikasa hasn’t really shared with anyone. Maybe because she doesn’t have anything happy to sing about.

“I wouldn’t mind staying here, just a little bit longer,” Mikasa admitted as she admired the cherry blossoms.

Kenshin nodded his head as he looked up at the blooming tree. The prince looked over at the titan, and noticed…his hand was out, and…that he was observing a lone petal that fell into his hand. Kenshin thought that it was odd. The titan seemed repulsed by anything human-related, but he decided not to ask about it.

I thought about writing Megatron’s reaction to Mikasa singing, but I figured it would be better to let Mikasa sing so we could make her a little more interesting. This was Mikasa’s moment. But Megatron was intrigued, despite his denial of it. And just like Megatron is trying to figure out Kenshin, Kenshin is also trying to understand Megatron and what he wants. This moment is also an indication of Megatron not being so repulsed by all of humanity. Megatron almost seemed intrigued. Almost admiring what was happening.

(Looks like I’m splitting this into two parts. Maybe three. This chapter was super long for me to write and I still have a lot to talk about.)

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🌹 Capítulo Uno: Irreal; La caída de Shiganshina. 🌹

Con: 3.095 palabras en total. Anterior: || Índice: || Siguiente: Donde la humanidad pensaba que seguirían en su época de paz, hasta que en el año 845, todo estaba a punto de cambiar. © Todos los derechos reservados.

“Aquel día, la humanidad recibió un triste recuerdo”.

“En el que vivían con miedos a los Titanes y caídos en la deshonra.”

[Año 845: Muralla María – Distrito Shiganshina.]

«— Una mujer miraba a su hija con mucho orgullo y adoración, mientras que la pequeña estaba concentrada en su lectura, Yuki era una ex soldado de la Legión de Exploración, madre soltera y ahora es una soldado de la Tropa de Guarnición.

La vida fue muy dura para ella cuando era apenas una niña, padres que la abandonaron, luchaba y robaba para sobrevivir, paso todo un infierno en ese momento, hasta que conoció a su primer amor y quien es el padre de su hija.

— Mamá, después de desayunar ¿Podemos entrenar un poco? — pregunto Akane, haciendo que su madre saliera de sus pensamientos.

La mujer solamente sonrió, acercándose hasta la niña con dos tazones y estos contenían avena — Cariño, ya te enseñé todo lo sé, no tienes por qué esforzarte tanto — explico ella besando la frente de Akane.

La niña solo sonrió, aunque no olvidaba el simple hecho de que su madre ha estado frustrada y todo a causa de unas cartas que ha estado recibiendo, Akane estaba preocupada por ella, incluso hace dos noches escucho una gran discusión, pero, ya no se quedaría callada, necesitaba respuestas.

— ¿Algún día volverás a la Legión? — pregunto Akane de la nada, sorprendiendo a su madre que escupió la avena.

— ¿Por qué lo preguntas? — Yuki miro a su hija, pero la pequeña solo se quedó callada y observaba su desayuno — La verdad no estoy muy segura si volveré, solo sé que no voy a dejarte tanto tiempo sola. —

— Entonces, ¿Por qué mi padre no tomo la misma decisión? — volvió a preguntar Akane, aunque su voz se tornaba triste.

Lo que había dicho, apareció aún más a su madre y ¿A quién quería engañar?, sabía que este día llegaría ya la edad de Akane más preguntas se hacía, de hecho, Yuki iba a contarle toda la verdad a su hija, pero fue interrumpido por ligeros golpes a la puerta.

Yuki se acercó hasta ella, ya que ninguna de las dos se esperaba alguna visita, mientras que Akane solo terminaba de comer, aunque sus pensamientos no la dejaban en paz.

— Es un gusto volver a verte Eren — saludo Yuki, dejando entrar al castaño a la casa, Akane termino su desayuno y se acercó hasta al chico.

— Hola Akane — dijo el niño sonriendo.

— Hola Eren, ¿Qué te trae por aquí? — pregunto ella y al igual que su amigo, le sonrió al verlo.

Eren solo miro a su amiga y soltó un suspiro — ¿Podemos salir un momento? — Pregunto, haciendo que Akane se sorprendiera — Necesito hablar contigo. —

La niña miro a su madre y ella asintió con la cabeza, dio permiso a su hija de salir, Akane tomo la mano de Eren para salir de la casa, aunque Yuki se fue hasta su habitación, acercándose hasta un cajón que contenía una carta que iba dirigida a Akane.

¿Por qué debe torturarse así mismo?

¿Por qué simplemente no podía contarle a su hija toda la verdad?

«— Los dos niños caminaban en total silencio por el pueblo, Akane miro a su amigo y se notaba que estaba molesto y no era de extrañarse, ya que Eren siempre se molestaba con aquellos que lo molestaban a él a sus amigos, era impulsivo y testarudo, aunque a pesar todo eso no lo detiene a seguir sus sueños de salir al mundo exterior.

Pero, al verlo con más detenimiento, se le notaba que estaba triste y frustrado, incluso el silencio se estaba haciendo algo incómodo.

— ¿Qué ocurre Eren? — pregunto la niña deteniéndose, aunque el mencionado no se detuvo — Por lo general no paras de hablar, por favor, solo dime que es lo que te pasa. —

Eren solo se detuvo y poco a poco volteo para mirarla, era inútil ocultarle algo, sobre todo porque es su mejor amiga y no podía ocultarle nada.

— Mikasa le contó a mis padres, sobre unirme a la Legión de Exploración — explico el chico bajando la mirada, a lo Akane se acercó hasta él y colocar su mano en su hombro — En verdad quiero salir de estas jaulas, eliminar a cada Titán y ver el mundo exterior. —

— Y sé que lo harás, siempre cumples con tus promesas — esas palabras sorprendieron bastante al chico, haciendo que su mirada se dirigiera a su amiga una vez más, para así ver aquella sonrisa que siempre le agradaba ver — Eso me recuerda que debemos ir con Armin, tiene un libro que según él es una gran historia y me interesa saber que es. —

— ¿Entonces que estamos esperando? — pregunto el castaño también sonriendo, tomo la mano de Akane y empiezo a caminar más rápido.

Al igual que Eren, Akane estaba muy decidida a entrar a la Legión, poder acabar con los Titanes, ver el mundo exterior y proteger a sus seres queridos, pero, ¿Por qué sentí que le faltaba algo en su vida?

Por tanto, caminar y charlar, ambos estaban por llegar a la casa de Armin, pero ambos se tuvieron que detener al ver que su mejor amigo estaba siendo golpeado por aquellos bravucones, cada vez era más frecuente que esos chicos molestaran a Akane ya sus amigos , ya sea que estuvieran solos o que estuvieran los cuatro juntos, Eren y Akane no dudaron en correr hasta su amigo y lograron a golpear a esos tres chicos, la niña tenía la ventaja en esto, pero de repente...

Algo raro le había pasado a la niña.

Una imagen paso por su mente, la cual era algo muy extraño, confuso ya la vez se sintió familiar, pareció ser algún tipo de recuerdo, aunque fue una distracción para ella y una ventaja para el supuesto líder de estos bravucones, el cual la había golpeado fuerte en su estomago, haciendo que Akane cayera al suelo y sosteniendo su estomago con mucho dolor.

Eren al ver esto se enojo mucho, no dudo ni por un segundo en ir ayudarla y golpear a quien le había hecho daño, sin embargo, los otros chicos estaban a punto de darle una tremenda paliza al castaño, aunque también se lo harían a la chica, el último sería Armin, pero estos vieron a otra persona que venía detrás de Eren y esa era Mikasa, su mirada era fría y sus pasos eran rápidos para llegar hasta ellos, por lo que estos tres chicos no tuvieron de otra más que irse corriendo rápidamente del lugar, dejando a los cuatro chicos solos.

— ¿Vieron eso?, esos tres han huido al momento de que me acerque — dijo Eren tratando de tomar algo de aire y colocándose frente a Akane, pero no se había percatado de que Mikasa estaba parada detrás de él, no fue así hasta el momento que dio la vuelta y miro a su hermana adoptiva, luego se acerco hasta Akane para ayudarla — Son unos malditos cobardes. —

— En realidad han huido cuando vieron a Mikasa — dijo Armin y luego se quejo por el dolor, por lo que Mikasa se acerco hasta él para ayudar a levantarse — ¿Qué fue lo que paso? — pregunto al ver a su amiga, tratando de respirar correctamente, sabía que ella tenía la pelea ganada, pero se tuvo que quedar quieta al menos unos cinco minutos.

— Akane, ¿Qué te paso exactamente?, tuviste la pelea ganada hasta que te detuviste un segundo — dijo el castaño preocupado por Akane, mientras que ella llevó de recordar aquella imagen tan familiar.

— La verdad, es que no estoy seguro de lo que ocurrió — dijo la niña mirando a sus amigos, que aún seguían preocupados, pero Akane no solo estaba adolorida por aquella paliza que recibió, sino que también estaba muy confundida.

Pues para ella, lo que había pasado fue algo sumamente extraño.

Pero la verdadera pregunta aquí es, ¿Qué fue esa imagen exactamente?

«— Los cuatro niños estaban sentados en unas escaleras, ubicados en un pequeño río y un puente, en donde las personas podían observar el atardecer desde ahí incluyendo la muralla que los protegía de esos seres horripilantes, pero en este caso, los niños estaban observando aquel río e imaginarse sus vidas fuera de esas jaulas.

— Les dije que podía ver el exterior, pero no me escucharon — explico Armin abrazando sus piernas y apoyaba su mentón sobre ellas — Es por eso que me han golpeado y me han llamado raro. —

— Maldición — dijo Eren con frustración y lanzo una piedra a aquel rio — Solo queremos salir de las Murallas, ¿Por qué nadie logra comprendernos? —

— Eso es porque... — el rubio hizo una pequeña pausa, mientras miraba a su amigo — Vivimos en paz dentro de ellas, durante más de mil años, digamos que las personas están en paz con la tranquilidad que se vive en ellas. —

— Estas personas son muy ignorantes chicos — intervino Akane sin apartar la mirada del río, aunque ella trató de despejar su mente — No importa que hagamos o cuánto habremos con los demás, tienen sus razones y nosotros tenemos las nuestras. —

— Pero son nuestras vidas, y tenemos derecho a saber lo que hay allá fuera — explico el castaño volviendo a mirar aquel río.

— De eso nada — ahora fue el turno de Mikasa de intervenir en la conversación, haciendo que los tres se sorprendieran — Ni hablar, todo se ha acabado, debemos dejar de lado estos sueños que son imposibles de cumplir. —

Los tres se sorprendieron, formando así un silencio incomodo, hasta que el castaño decidió romperlo — Ahora que lo recuerdo, ¿Por qué se lo dijiste a mis padres Mikasa? — pregunto él molesto, por lo que Armin y Akane se sorprendieron aún más, los padres de Eren se enteraron que él quiere unirse a la Legión de Exploración.

— Jamás prometí guardar tu secreto — contesto ella sin mirarlo, mientras que el chico se enojo por aquella respuesta.

Akane sabía lo protector que podía ser Mikasa con Eren, incluyéndola, puesto que siempre tomaba un rol de hermana mayor, ya que Mikasa es la mayor de su grupo.

— Entonces, ¿Cómo se lo tomaron tus padres? — pregunto Akane mirándolo, pero también tratados de calmar la situación entre ellos dos.

— Bueno... — hizo una pequeña pausa para así mirar a su amiga — A ellos no les pareció agradarles la idea — la niña solo asintió la cabeza, aunque Armin solo suspiro por lo que acaba de escuchar, ganándose las miradas de sus amigos .

— Era de esperarse — dijo el rubio desanimado — Como dijo Akane, ellos tienen sus razones y es normal que nos juzguen, después de todo, vivimos en un mundo gobernado por Titanes. —

Los niños siguieron observando aquel lago, también observaban el sol ocultándose poco a poco.

Nada podría arruinar ese momento...

O al menos eso se esperaba.

Un rayo de color amarillo apareció de la nada, un gran temblor hizo que los niños cayeran fuertemente contra el suelo, Akane seguía adolorida por aquel golpe que recibió hace unas horas atrás, pero si aquello no fue lo suficientemente doloroso, pues esto fue lopeor, ahora estaba adolorida por aquel impacto y Eren al verla en ese estado, se acerco a ella y ayudarla a levantarse.

— ¿Qué demonios fue eso? — se preguntaba el castaño, mientras que Akane al momento de estar de pie, se acerco hasta Mikasa para ayudarla a levantarse, lo mismo hizo Eren con Armin.

— Puede que sea algún cañón — dijo Akane mirándolo.

Notaron como las personas se estaban reuniendo cerca del lugar, donde surgió aquella explosión, pero a su vez cada uno estaba sorprendido por lo que estaban observando, Armin y Akane no dudaron en correr hasta la multitud para así saber que era lo que estaba pasando.

— ¡Chicos! — Eren trato de detenerlo, pero ambos solo lo ignoraron, por lo que él los siguió al igual que Mikasa.

Armin y Akane al llegar a la escena estaban igual de sorprendidos, que el resto de las personas, y la verdad se sintieron como si las pesadillas de cada una de las personas se han hecho realidad.

— Chicos, ¿Qué están viendo? — pregunto el castaño, pero él no se había dado cuenta de lo que estaban viendo sus amigos, no hasta que observo la Muralla y eso lo impactó mucho.

El mayor temor de la humanidad se había hecho realidad.

Un Titán de al menos de cincuenta metros, las personas estaban realmente asustadas, puesto que este gigantesco ser no tenía piel y todo su cuerpo soltaba vapor, todo el lugar estaba en silencio, y aquella bestia hizo su primer movimiento, lo que había impactado aún más a todos es que el Titán había pateado la Muralla.

Luego una ráfaga de viento observaron alejar a varias personas del lugar, mientras que algunos fragmentos de la Muralla caían sobre las casas, incluso cayeron sobre algunas personas que trataron de huir del lugar, los cuatro niños estaban agachados, abrazados duros y así protegerse el uno al otro, pero, al ver aquella abertura y que ese Titán desapareció de la nada.

Pero, lo peor estaba a punto de pasar.

El sonido de los gritos impactó a los niños, los Titanes habían entrado y las personas comenzaron a correr aterrorizados, mientras que otros gritaban por ser atrapados por estos seres, había sangre por todos lados.

— ¿Cómo es posible esto?, esa Muralla era la única que nos protegía — murmuraba Akane aterrada, pues aún seguía en el suelo y sus amigos estaban levantándose, por lo que Mikasa la ayudo — ¿Por qué está pasando todo esto? — pregunto sin dejar de mirar esta escena terrorífica.

— ¿Eren? — llamo Armin al ver que su amigo se estaba alejando de ellos, haciendo que Akane saliera de sus pensamientos.

— Debo ir a casa, mi madre sigue ahí — Eren sin detenerse, las personas corrían y él dijo iba a la dirección contraria, en cuanto a Mikasa al escucharlo no dudo en ir tras de él y ayudar a Carla.

— Mikasa — el rubio lesionó su brazo para tomar el brazo a su amiga, pero no lo perfeccionó, y al ver el terror en los rostros de las demás personas, solo se podía asumir lo peor, sin embargo, Akane consiguió de idear un plan para ayudar a sus amigos — Este es nuestro fin, los Titanes han entrado a la ciudad — cuando esas palabras salieron de su boca, las lágrimas no dudaron en descender por sus mejillas.

— No, no todo está perdido Armin, al menos no por ahora — dijo Akane, puesto que, en un movimiento rápido, sujetó la mano de su amigo y comenzó a correr lo más rápido que posible, como lo estaban haciendo el resto de las personajes

— ¿A dónde vamos? — pregunto Armin tratando de seguirle el paso a su amiga, pero en este punto, él quería pensar que todo esto se obtuvo de una pesadilla, que se despertaría en cualquier momento y todo estaba en su total normalidad.

— Eren y Mikasa utilizarán toda la ayuda posible, incluso, es probable que mi madre esté ayudando a evacuar a las personas — explico la niña sin detenerse y con su mirada tratada de localizar a su madre.

Comenzaba a cansarse, pero, no podía detenerse ahora, no cuando sus amigos necesitaban ayuda, por suerte pudo localizar a su madre, mientras que ella junto con Hannes ayudaban a las personas a ir ordenadamente hasta los barcos, Yuki al ver a su hija ya Armin, sintió que su respiración volvía a la normalidad y no dudo en acercarse hasta ellos al igual que Hannes.

— Chicos, gracias a Dios están a salvo — se notaba en su voz que Yuki estaba asustada y preocupada.

Puede que no sea un soldado en la Legión de Exploración.

Pero justo ahora, era solo una madre preocupada por su única hija.

— Esperen un momento, chicos ¿Dónde están Eren y Mikasa? — pregunto Hannes al no ver a los otros niños.

— Fueron por Carla, algunos fragmentos de la Muralla cayeron cerca de la zona donde viven, no dudaron en ir por ella — explicada Armin alterado, a lo que ambos adultos solo se miraban con preocupación.

— Yuki, lleva a los niños al barco, yo buscare a Carla ya los niños — dijo Hannes preocupado, comenzó a caminar rápidamente hasta que escucho un“espera”de parte de su amiga.

Ella miraba al hombre con preocupación y luego dirige su vista hacia su hija, quien estaba asustada por el bienestar de sus amigos y la de Carla, Yuki solo asintió con la cabeza y la autorización a Hannes de ir por ellos.

— Ve, solo ten cuidado y protégelos — dijo ella tomando las manos de los niños, mientras que Hannes asintió con la cabeza y activo su equipo para ir más rápido hacia el lugar donde fueron los niños.

Nadie se esperaba lo que iba a pasar aquel día, la sangre, los gritos y rezar por no ser la comida de los Titanes, lamentablemente se quedaría el triste y amargo recuerdo.

Todo parecía una carnicería, ¿Acaso terminaría esta pesadilla? O ¿La humanidad se extinguirá a causa de los Titanes?

Nadie estaba seguro de eso.

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Avance:

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«— Las cosas se ven muy mal, los sirvientes deben ir hacia otro distrito, lo único que se espera es sobrevivir, rezar y olvidar todo lo que ha pasado, pero también, se harán promesas. —»

«— En el siguiente capítulo: —»

«—Titanes; El distrito de Trost. —»

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knowyourplace-fool · 2 years

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Don’t Call Me Selfish, I Hate Sharin'

Attack on Titan

Pairing: Yandere!ex!Eren x naive!female!reader

Genre: Angst & Smut

Synopsis: Did you really think you could slip out of Eren's grip so easily?

Word Count: 1K

CONTAINS DARK THEMES!

PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

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A/N: first fic on this blog!! This fic is inspired by the song “New Magic Wand” by Tyler, The Creator. I hope you enjoy :)

Warning(s): Face slapping, spanking, toxic!eren, toxic relationship, dacryphilia kink, degradation, name calling, mentions of cheating, tummy bulge, safe word being ignored

THIS FIC CONTAINS NON CON! ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ “But Eren!”

“Shut it, slut.”

“We’re not even together. You can’t just take me away like this!”

Eren scoffed, pulling you with him to his car. “Oh really, who’s gonna stop me, huh? Your precious, little Jean?”

“Eren don’t be ridiculous, just stop! They’re waiting for us.” You planted your heels and tried to pull away but his grip was too tight.

“I don’t fucking care. I’m not letting you go back in there.”

“Please, just let me go! I’m tired of dealing with your shit all the time.”

Without warning, Eren turned around and slapped you hard. “You sat on Jean’s lap for what, 5 minutes and think you’re so tough now? Don’t you dare fucking talk to me in that way ever again.” You held your burning cheek and kept your eyes on the ground. Just like that, he was able to get you back under his control.

People often wondered how you two ended up dating. Eren, the jackass, and you, the sweetheart. It actually wasn’t complicated at all. Eren had always noticed you because of sweet nature and gathered the courage to ask you to the school dance in your senior year of high school. In the beginning, he was a wonderful boyfriend. He was changing, becoming more kind and considerate like you. That is, until you get into college.

It wasn’t exactly Eren’s fault that he was brainwashed by a bunch of jocks who were encouraging toxic masculinity. Some of his jock friends told him that he didn’t need your permission for anything. You’re his girl, he owns you, he could do whatever the fuck he wanted with you. That night, he dragged you into his dorm and fucked you hard, even though you told him you didn’t want to have sex because you had a lot of homework to do.

It all started on that night. For the first time, you used the safe word and to your shock, he ignored you. In fact, he began fucking you harder. You vividly remember trying to push him off of you, but with most of his body weight holding you down, it was next to impossible. The rest of the night, you were faced down on his pillow, soaking it up with tears. The next morning, while he snoozed, you exited quietly and avoided him the whole day. He’d finally got a hold of you in the library and asked why you'd been ignoring him. You were in disbelief and began tearing up in front of him. “How could you ask me that so calmly after what you did to me yesterday.”

“You were prioritising something else over me. I needed to show you that I should be your number one priority. Just like how you’re my number one priority.” It only took a couple days for you to forgive him but things still weren’t normal. Eren’s anger issues kept getting worse and worse by the day. The worst part of all, he’d take it out on you. He’d either lash out on you, make you cry then apologize an hour later with “makeup sex.”It was a cycle, and dear god, it was exhausting. Coming back to your dorm after a long day of class only to see Eren on your bed, ready to have sex. If you refuse, he’d argue. If you didn’t moan loud enough, he’d argue. If you fell asleep right after instead of giving him attention, he’d argue. There was no winning against this man. The last fight that you guys had was probably the worst.

He’d accused you of sleeping around with the football team even though he’d be fucking you every night. You, for the first time stood up for yourself. The night ended with both of you screaming at each other then parting ways. You did cry that night. Feeling overwhelmed with school plus the accusation of cheating when he knows god damn well you wouldn’t do anything like that gave you a terrible migraine.

All of that happened exactly two weeks ago.

Eren couldn’t last 2 weeks without you. You weren’t someone he could just replace. Though he would never it say it outloud, he can’t fucking live without you. You’ve adjusted to his life so perfectly, having his only joy taken drove him mad. The cherry on top was when he walked in on you and Jean, lips almost touching. Eren felt his world crumble apart.

So, here you guys are. In the back of Eren’s car, windows fogging up and you’re sobbing into his neck once again. He has your wrist pinned above your head while he continues ramming himself inside of you. The loud, wet claps and your sobbing weren’t soothing in the slightest. “Are you ever gonna leave me again?” You turned your head away from him but he grabbed your jaw and forced you to look into his emerald green eyes. “Answer my fucking question.”

“E- Eren please stop! P-please!”

You should know this by now. Eren Jaeger is a very impatient man who doesn’t like to repeat himself. He flipped you on all fours, and slipped back in. “I’m giving you one more chance to answer me.” He slightly picked up your hips, the position allowing him to penetrate deeper than before. You felt his cock kiss your cervix and that’s when your arms gave out and your upper body fell on the seat. “E-eren! You’re hurting me. Pull out, please.”

“You hurt me too! You left me, you fucking cunt! It’s all your fucking fault.”

“But I- I didn’t - ahh!” Another struggled moan left your lips as he landed a spank on your ass and pulled your hair until your back was against his chest. He placed his hand on your stomach, feeling his bulge move inside of you. “You’re the reason why I’m miserable. So, it’s only fair if you suffer with me. You deserve this, angel.”

“Eren, w-were not good for each. P-please, we keep hurting each other.” That earned you another slap on the face. “I’d rather fucking die then see you happy with someone else.”

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sucks ass but it's 4:30am so I'm gonna go to sleep. I'll be doing the headcanon requests later today, I suppose. Thank you for requesting!

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tatakaebomb · 2 years

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Compensate

ꕥ Pairing : ex-bf!Eren x Reader

ꕥ Synopsis : Negotiations with your horny ex boyfriend goes just as well as you’d expect them to.

ꕥ Word count : 1.5k

ꕥ TW : smut, ex fucking lol, toxic relationship, hair pulling, oral, blowjob, hate sex, degradation, vulgar language, explicit, slight praise, slight corruption, spanking, non con (?), dub con, face fucking, creampie, doggy, dom/sub, implied cheating, exhibitionism, blackmail (?), big dick Eren, cervix fucking, 18+

“Looks like your engine’s busted”

“Again?”

You stare at the man in front of you, your eyes glued to his green ones as he nods apathetically.

“Eren, you fixed it last week how-“

“It’s not my fault you drive an old piece of shit”

You grit your teeth, the mere sight of him grinning at your misfortune really ticks something off.

Eren Yeager, even though he’s your asshole of an ex, you somehow always find your way crawling back to him for help. He knows your financial situation more than anyway, so you at least expected him to understand what your deep sigh meant.

He crosses his arms, his lean body leaning on the side of your car’s front door.

“Can’t do you for any less than 400$, you don’t get special treatment”

He taps at the hood, looking up at you through his eyelashes. He was your ex for a reason for sure, besides all the scandals and shit he caused you with everyone you knew, he also really knew how to bring the worse out in you.

He’d be the one at fault and you’d always still find yourself kneeling down in front of him, lips wrapped around the tip of his long cock as you choked out for forgiveness.

He was a pretty boy for sure, his long brown hair and green eyes was what attracted you to him in the first place, not to mention the way he’d fuck you dumb enough you wouldn’t be able walk for a few days straight.

It was just too bad his personality didn’t match the size of his cock and his looks.

He knew the power he held over you, not only in bed but also in your day to day life, and thats why he enjoyed seeing your tears well up in the corner of your eyes when he d push your head all the way down his cock, finishing down your throat and making you swallow every last drop.

“Eren, you know i don’t have that kind of money, can’t you just let me off this once? You’re the only repair man near by” You put your hands together in a pleading motion.

He narrows his eyes, scoffing at the fact you were begging him to let you off even though he wasted even more money and time just to drive all the way to your place. Only for you to do this.

“Not my problem, find someone else to fix your shit if you don’t like my prices” He mutters before turning his gaze away from yours, his body turning away towards the button to open your garage door.

You near him and tug on his shirt, making him raise an eyebrow and turn back around.

“Please, i’ll get you the money by next week i promise jus-“ You freeze as he places his index and middle finger under your chin, lifting your head up so his emerald green eyes bore into yours.

You scan his features through your blurry eyes, the way the corner of his mouth turns to a smirk speaks to you exactly what he had in mind. Your heart begins to beat faster as the tension grows, the silence almost suffocating you before he finally breaks it.

“I’ll do it for free if you put that pretty mouth to use”

He says in a low tone as he swipes his thumb over your bottom lip. You hesitantly shake your head and pull away, crossing your arms.

“F-Fuck you, i’m never doing that again” You spit out, your cheeks beginning to flush red at his offering.

He raises his shoulders then drops them,

“It’s not like it would be anything new to you, after all you used to do it without me even having to ask” He lets out a chuckle before continuing,

“But suit yourself-”

“I’ll do it” You blurt out, making him raise his eyebrows and bring his body closer to yours, intimidating you as his tall body towers over you.

“Do what?” He licks his lips, watching you slowly lower yourself on your knees for him again.

“I-I’ll suck you off” You stutter, raising your arms to fumble with the buckle of his belt before he slaps them away.

“It’s your choice” He says, looking down at you resuming your work, flustered expression plastered on your face as you lower his pants and briefs, his large cock spring up in front of you, the tip leaking with precum.

“As if i really have a choice” You quietly say before licking a stripe up from the base of his veiny length to the tip, earning a quiet gasp for him.

Eren tangles a hand in your hair, mouth drooling as he watches you wrap a hand around the base and swirl your tongue around his tip, teasing him and only lowering your head a few inches before pulling off, spit trailing down your chin.

“I still fucking hate you” You giggle, innocently gazing up into his eyes before violently being pushed all the way down his cock, making you gag and choke.

“Don’t worry, i hate you too” He says between groans, eyes shutting and head tilting back as you begin to bob up and down, his hips thrusting up into your mouth to meet your pace.

You never once break eye contact with him, taking in every groan and curse escape his lips as you begin going faster, feeling his dick twitch at the back of your throat.

“Fuck Y/N, i forgot how - good you were at this”

Your cunt throbs hearing him groan your name, your eyelashes fluttering up as he places both hands on your head and begins to face fuck you, gags and chokes coming out of your throat as you feel your spit run down your chin.

Your eyes rolling back is what did if for him, throwing his head back as spurts of cum shoot down your throat. He quickly takes his dick out and looks down, watching you swallow before lolling out your tongue with a grin.

“You nasty bitch” He shakes his head and smiles, panting as he pulls you up by your hair, wrapping his hand firmly around your neck and roughly pulling you in for a long kiss.

Your tongues swirl around each others, a surprised gasp leaving your lips as he pulls away and swiftly bends you down over the hood of your car.

He pins your arms behind your back with one hand, quickly lowering your leggings with the other as both of you continue to pant.

“ I don’t remember this being part of the deal, Eren” You cockily say, turning your head to look back at him. You let out a loud moan and shut your eyes tightly when his hand hits your bare ass, leaving a red imprint.

“Shut the fuck up”

You feel him push your panties to the side, making you bite your lip as you wiggle your ass back.

He glides his tip up and down your glistening folds, making you let out desperate whines at his teasing.

“Fuck, you’re dripping” He pushes the tip inside, making you arch your back, propping your hands down as he pulls you up, his two fingers finding their way inside your mouth.

“That new boyfriend of yours ain’t fuckin you right, huh?” He growls into your ear, hips snapping to yours knocking the air out of you.

He gives you no time to adjust before he starts pounding inside you, his balls smacking your ass with every thrust making you bite down on his fingers, waiting for the pain to wear off.

True enough, ever since you broke up a few months back no man ever managed to fill you up like him, his tip bruising your cervix and stroking against your g spot with every stroke. You’ve never took someone as big as him.

“Answer me, you fucking whore” He smacks your ass again, making your voice break from the loud moans and curses that have been leaving your lips.

“Noo-ne fucks like you- shit” you tighten down on him, mind beginning to go blank as you feel your stomach begin to curl.

“Mm yeah? Noone fucks this pussy like me?” He coos, dropping his wet fingers from your mouth to your clit, pinching and running circles roughly on it, his cock angled perfectly to hit your g spot.

“Yes YES- E-Eren g’nna cum”

“Cum for me - fuck- you fucking slut”

Curses leave your lips as your legs shake,feeling like they are going to give out. Your fingers curl as you let yourself go at his words, coming undone all over his cock.

He groans at you tightening down on him, his strokes becoming sloppier as he nears his orgasm.

He snaps his hips a few more times to yours, throwing his head back as he finally curses your name under his breath, giving you no warning and making your eyes widen as you feel him paint the inside of your walls white with his cum.

He plops down on top of you, his dick still resting inside, the both of you panting.

“Missed you, asshole” You mumble, shivering and smiling to yourself when you feel his lips press on your back,

“Missed you too”

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diorsbrando · 2 years

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𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐚 ! (e.y.)

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 WARNINGS & 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎! ⤿ pairings; eren yeager x black!fem!reader

includes ; modern au, established relationship. explicit/foul language, yandere tendencies/characteristics including gaslighting, manipulation & obsessive behavior. toxic!eren tbh. dub-con (fingering) , emotional instability (reader is not emotionally stable due to the relationship). mentions of cheating/infidelity. please proceed with caution and 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭!

word count ; ~3.7k

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞! — art from e_m.w on ig! this drabble/fic was inspired by that video of her drawing eren singing the ‘veronica’ song from a play...it had me feeling things im ngl and i couldn’t resist so how else to support this festering eren brain rot i’ve been having by writing this? enjoy & tell me what you think <33 reblogs and comments are highly appreciated!

YOU LAID ON YOUR BACK, like a plank of wood, staring at the dark ceiling. the only source of illumination were the LED strip lights that clung to the top corners of your room. the deep blue hue that saturated the quiet ambiance of the night should have been soothing enough to lull your senses and help you drift to sleep.

the events from the past four days were exhausting in every sense of the word; you were so tired. your eyes were puffy and swollen from wearing out your tear ducts, a dull headache drummed away in your frontal lobe, and an even more intense ache lingered in your heart and it just wouldn’t subside.

your phone that laid across your stomach buzzed incessantly for a few seconds before cutting off, your bedroom falling into silence once again. an exasperated sigh left your lips, already regretting your immediate decision to check what it was.

your eyes were greeted with your now ex-boyfriend eren practically having an entire conversation with himself — well, he might as well be considering your lack of reply to anything that he said. your brows creased in concern as you read through each text bubble. it was almost as if he were two different people, and they were taking turns to speak to you, all to reach their ultimate end goal: a response from you.

some messages came off borderline unhinged and demanding, suffocating on his self-proclaimed ‘love’ for you, and forcefully tried to push it onto you. the time span between each text wasn’t even a full five minutes before he sent another. he even went as far as threatening you when he told you to “be a good girl and fucking call me back, or you won’t like what i’ll do to you.”

the other messages, however, showed him being sweetly apologetic and sincere, dredging up memories of happier and more carefree times in your relationship. it felt so real, like those times were in reach, it was almost enough to make your thumb tap the face time icon.

you guessed, he was sorry...right? a feeling deep down in your soul told you that he truly didn’t mean to cheat on you that one time.. did he? that he didn’t mean to ghost you for days just to reappear, whispering saccharine words of how much you meant to him as he ruthlessly pounded into your cunt— which shamelessly wept for his attention— only to disappear again, right? it couldn’t have been his intention to make you lose the little self-worth you did have by making you feel like you weren’t doing enough, could it?

maybe i should call him, you mused to yourself. you were millimeters away from the call button before your manicured thumb stopped in its tracks.

you felt yourself hesitating, reluctant. suddenly it hit you. he did completely ignore your existence, he did fuck you like he loved you just to drop off the face of the earth, he did cheat on you that one time.

endless thoughts of uncertainties and conflicting desires swirled around in your being, making you even more confused and increasingly frustrated.

what did you really want to do? hell if you knew at this point. one part of you never wanted to see his name or face again; your stomach twisted at the thought that you were wholeheartedly in love with an inconsiderate, unfaithful, lying shit like eren yeager.

the other part— that damned other part, though— it longed for that sweet eren you became so enamored with, for his touch, for his sweet whispers of reassurance that brushed your ear when you slept on his chest, for the little acts of kindness that made you grin like a little school girl, and ugh, for that dick…he was really your everything at one point.

you let out a groan, and shifted in your bed again. your mind and heart were fighting an intense battle and were honestly unable to tell who would turn out to be the victor.

you could practically feel your brain shutting down and all logic flying out the window the harder you tried to predict the possible outcomes of what would happen if you ditched your pride and did return his pleas for you. it’d make perfect sense to sleep on it and see how you’d feel about it tomorrow, but you just couldn’t because—

bzzzz! bzzzz! your phone went off again, and then again. absentmindedly picking it up off your chest, you unlocked it with your gaze and reflexively clicked on the message thread between you and him.

“baby please…call me. i said i was sorry.. please give me a chance and answer so i can apologize properly....”

oh, he’s pleading.

such simple terms of endearment like ‘baby’ could easily make your stomach erupt in butterflies. you bit your lip with anxiety, looking up at the ceiling again for a sign to direct you on how you should act, since you clearly couldn’t decide for yourself.

you supposed you thought it over too long, because your phone vibrated in your palms again. checking the message a little too quickly, reading it made your breathing temporarily stop and your heart drop to your ass.

“ykw, come and open the fucking door. i ain’t playin’ with you no more.”

slowly realizing what he typed, your eyes widened in horror. what did he just say? is he...is he here?

you sat in your comfy bed paralyzed until you heard a car door slam, and it sounded like it was very close by. scrambling up from your bed, almost tripping over you comforter and blankets and bonnet slipping off your head, you peered out the window and you did unfortunately see a dark figure resembling eren’s stalking closer and closer to your building.

eren fucking yeager showed up to your house unannounced, at 1:15 am, all because you didn’t text him back.

your figure trembled slightly as you stepped back from the window, grabbing onto your nightstand for balance. “fuck... why..” you couldn’t even think straight with the way your heart hammered in your chest so loud that you heard it in your head.

you were actually scared of what he was going to do once he saw you. mind flashing back to just how crazy some of his texts had been, you didn’t exactly know how to deal with this, since you’ve never seen this type of obsessive behavior from him, or from anyone really. the sense of impending doom increased with every minute that passed.

you nearly jumped out your skin when you heard three knocks on your door. it was quiet for a minute or two before he knocked again, only a little harder. it made you even more uneasy when you wondered how he got up here so quickly.

then, you heard him say your name. that voice that used to make your heart race, used to make your cheeks flush, used to make your pussy drip like no tomorrow. now, it made unpleasant goosebumps rise on your skin and the hair on your neck stand on end. gulping down the lump that was beginning to form in your throat, your legs moved without your brain’s command and silently inched towards the front door.

after a few more minutes of heavy, deafening silence, he called for you again. his tone this time around, however, was filled with a hysterical desperation that caused you to flinch harshly, and pulled a soft sob from your lips. this led you to the conclusion that eren was far past the point of no return — he was crazy. and like, really fucking livid.

he was damn near growling at you from the other side of the door, like an angry, needy dog, and that was surely the most terrifying sound you’ve heard in your life.

you chewed on your lip in apprehension trying to decide your next move, and felt heat flood your body when you heard him growling for you to open up. you should not have been thinking that way. not now, and certainly not ever.

the firm knocks he placed on the dark wood of the door that turned into the banging of his fist never stopped either. you grew worrisome of the attention that the two of you would get when they heard all the ruckus coming from your side of the corridor. may God help anyone that would think to reason, or even approach eren in his current state of mind.

much to your surprise, his voice suddenly grew softer, like a whisper. you had to get even closer to the door to hear him properly. not without a weapon though. you held a white ceramic vase in your sweaty palms.

“princess? p..please just open the door. please. i’m so sorry for yelling at you like that and for saying all those things, i promise i didn’t mean any of that shit. i just got so upset when you weren’t returning my texts or calls that i got frustrated and lost my cool. i don’t want us to fight anymore. i miss you. i miss you so much and it fucking pains me knowing that i’m the cause for all this. please, let me in so we can talk this out.”

you stood against the door in silence, trying to process his words. did he really mean it? of course, there was the obvious off chance he didn’t and was just buttering you up as a means to manipulate you into letting him in your home. he always did have a way with words, and you’d turn a deaf ear, listening to what he said and believing whatever he told you.

but.

the possibility that he wasn’t? that he was being serious and actually wanted to work things out? you supposed, he did drive out here at 1 am when he really didn’t have to. he did spam your phone and was basically begging for you just to call him back. he did put in all this effort...for you. on top of that, you hated to admit it but, you really missed him.

and that possibility was great enough for your hand to reach for the silver lock on your door and slowly untwist it, but kept your weight on the door for leverage. the wall of reason and logic you had built around your heart crumbled as you unlocked the door.

it looks like your heart won the battle.

only cracking it a few inches at first, you peered up at the brown haired male, who had his head hanging low, both arms on either side of the doorframe, effectively encasing and shielding everything behind him from you. feeling your presence, he finally looked up you, and you swore you felt your knees buckle.

he was clad in a black hoodie, black joggers and desert sand yeezy slides. a simple gold chain hung from his neck, and your gaze glided over to the small black hoops he wore in both his ear lobes.

you remember getting those for him as a gift.

and the way eren stared at you... it was enough motivation to make you take an instinctive step back, which he took as an invitation to come inside. it wasn’t.

something predatory swam in his forest green irises. his eyes were lidded but you could tell there was a sinister glint in them that left you deeply disturbed.

“hi, pretty girl,” he whispered in a raspy voice. the use of the pet name and the way it effortlessly rolled off his tongue immediately caused heat to travel straight to your pussy, it loving the “sentiment” your ex still held for you. you were ashamed that such simple words still had an effect on you.

eren didn’t waste any time in completely invading your personal space. closing the door behind him and locking it, he snaked one arm around your waist while the other slipped the would-be weapon out of your grasp, all in one fell swoop.

you were about to protest, but he swallowed whatever harsh words you had for him when he meshed his lips with yours, in a sweet and sloppy kiss. his kisses always managed to leave you breathless and this one was no different. eren’s large hands traveled over every inch of your curvaceous, plush body. his palms stopped their quest on your plump ass, which were only covered by short pajama shorts. he gave it a squeeze that felt something akin to reassurance— of what, you don’t know—before placing a firm slap on the mound of round flesh.

this fucking man. eren was toying with you now, he had to be. he knew how much you liked whenever he groped or fondled your ass at any given time, and he was using it against you to make you putty in his hands. and it fucking worked, because you couldn’t stop the noise that tumbled from your brown lips and into his own.

eren was a tad forceful with his kiss, his dominant nature hopping out in an attempt to overpower you. one hand never left your ass, and the other trailed up your leg to rest on your waist, kneading and squeezing the plush skin that resided there. you whimpered again in response, and he groaned at the sound. so pretty, he thought hazily to himself.

tumbling backwards against an empty wall, he held you against the hard surface and the hand on your waist glided even further up your skin to wrap his cold hand around your large breast, smirking deviously at you not wearing a bra, so your perky nipples were at his mercy. you gasped at the new sensation and could feel your pussy betray you, slick building in between your folds.

slithering his tongue over your lips, he asked for an invitation into your warm mouth and of course your dumbass let him. saliva was indirectly exchanged between his mouth and your own, he could feel your resolve to fight him back wither away with how you relaxed in his arms.

after a few more seconds of the intensely making out, he pulled away from you to replenish your oxygen supplies, but his hands never left your left ass cheek or your breast, massaging both mindlessly.

“e-eren,” you pleaded softly while staring at the floor. you couldn’t bare to look at him after making out with him like starved woman in heat. bringing your hands up to his, you tried to peel his hands off, or at least wiggle away from him. but he didn’t budge, and you didn’t bother to try any harder. you could have, but did you even want him off of you? eren saw through your feeble attempts rather quickly. he tilted his head in faux innocence, arching a thick brow and hummed to himself. you naughty girl.

“baby,” he answered in a gentle tone. when you met his eyes again, you had to fight to keep yourself standing upright. the overwhelming intensity of his stare intimidated you, making you want to fall apart and melt into the floor. there was a trace of a smile on his lips— no, that’s not it. it was more like a condescending sneer, quite literally looking down on you and barely hiding the malice of his true nature. you knew the power eren had over you, and now he knew it too. his expression betrayed the sweet but solemn tone he used when he spoke to you again.

“you know i am truly sorry, right? the way i’ve been acting lately is unacceptable, disrespectful and completely unfair to you. i won’t try to make up some excuse for my behavior because there isn’t any. our falling out made me realize that i was taking you for granted and hurting you in the process.”

he went quiet for a moment before peeling his gaze from the wooden floorboards to your eyes, which were still blurry from past fallen tears, cast down to the little space in between the two of you. and because you weren’t looking at him, you didn’t notice that his murky verdant eyes completely shifted and now held no emotion whatsoever; it was an empty voice behind his irises.

eren didn’t feeling a shred of sympathy for blowing up your inbox, your call log, coming to your place uninvited in the dead of night— for more or less harassing you. he needed you to know that he was indeed sorry, but more importantly, that you were his and his alone. no other girl could ever compare to you and he so desperately needed to atone for his mistakes so you could see that.

you also didn’t realize that eren’s hand that mindlessly squeezed your breast began inch to your clothed cunt very slowly. so slow you didn’t even notice. he figured your brain would have short circuited by now, considering the wave of expressions that crashed on your pretty face.

this was all too much— he was too much. your mind had shut down some time ago, the rationale and fiery rage you held for the man died out. he so clearly feigned the sincerity in voice, but your ears only picked up on what they wanted to hear. just like always.

“i understand if you can’t find it in you to forgive me. or if you...h-hate me.” his voice wavered when he assumed you hated him. this made you finally meet his face. “i...i just love you so much, it drives me crazy sometimes,” lightly chuckling to himself.

for the first time in what seemed like forever you replied, your hand instinctively raising to caress his chiseled face. “i hear what you’re saying. but eren, i just....can’t. what you did, what you’re doing right now, is wrong. it’s so fucked up on so many levels i...if you really wanted me to even think about forgiving you, you sh—”

your words were yanked back in your throat when you felt his long, thick fingers move your shorts to the side and graze your covered clit and damp panties, giving away to eren that you were aroused by this. a breathy shiver escaped your brown lips, taking purchase in his black hoodie. you weren’t even naked, yet you felt so exposed.

“shh— e-eren?! what are you—” a louder whine reverberated throughout your living space when he plunged two fingers into your dripping heat. he completely ignored your cries of his name, his blank eyes only hyperfixated on your contorted facial expressions. it’s like you were physically trying to deny how good it felt, that some part of him was inside you again.

damn bastard. you should have called him that out loud. but every time you opened your mouth the only thing came out was a needy moan. the squelching sounds of his digits pumping in and out of your greedy cunt were downright embarrassing and disrespectful.

any dignity you had left evaporated when you arched your back off the wall and into his chest, bucking your hips for more. the massages and love taps on your ass contrasted with the quickening pace and increasing depth of his long fingers so deliciously, you couldn’t help but screw your eyes shut and bite your lip. you had to fight back the tears of pure bliss and lovesick joy when eren leaned forward, nipped against your neck, and peppered it with tender kisses, his raspy voice licking against your eardrums in the best way.

“i’m so sorry, angel. fuck, i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean to hurt you. please forgive me, please, s-shit, you’re so tight. is all this for me? huh? that’s so sweet of you baby, keeping this pussy tight for me.” eren babbled uncontrollably in your ear, bouncing back and forth between sweet nothings of “i’m sorry” and “missed you so damn much” and spewing complete filth of how slutty you were for getting so turned on by this, of how much your cunt missed him with the way it was sucking him in.

he knew your beautiful, soaking pussy like the back of his hand, so it didn’t take him long to find your sweet spot. he prodded and poked and teased it, gliding his tongue over his top row of teeth as he watched your countenance make different expressions. eren’s actions were enough to send you over the edge. you let out a strangled cry, no longer holding back, no longer denying that you actually missed eren, you missed his fingers inside you, you missed how his presence engulfed your all senses, you missed how he loved you. it’s come to your attention that deep down you still loved this handsome, lying, charming, sweet, piece of shit.

“nngh— fuckk! right there baby, yesyesyesyes, need more! feels s’goood,” great, now you started babbling, too. at this point your finger nails dug into his clothed skin as you held him close, closer as if it would making your pending orgasm more intense and arrive sooner. there was a mischievous twinkle in his eyes when he heard you call him baby. now he knew, he had you now.

eren continued to watch you like a hawk, lowkey scared that if he blinked, he’d wake up from this dream. but feeling the way your slick dribbled from your folds onto his long fingers and down his knuckles, one of your hands at the nape of his neck and the other resting on his firm abs, he knew this was very real.

he chuckled sardonically at your current state, finding this entire situation amusing but adorable at the same time. “i’ll give you more baby, i’ll give you so much more, ‘m gonna you everything. b-but answer this question for me, just one question, ‘kay?” his tone teetered on raspy desperation and the condescension he was so fluent in.

you whimpered pathetically at the sound of his voice. your vision getting blurry as you looked at him again, jaw slacking slightly with a silent moan. eren loved you completely, but this look on your face, might have been his absolute favorite. your brown skin shone beautifully in the moonlight that trickled into your living room, giving you an ethereal glow, your pretty braided head on autopilot, not thinking of a single thing but him. he was completely enamored.

your lips now brushed against each other as he muttered, “do you love me baby? i know you do, don’t you?” eren was losing his composure as he picked up the pace, letting his neediness shine through. his breath was heavy, the tent in his pants was now demanding for attention that it was starting to hurt. he shoved another finger in your leaking hole, causing you to cry out and your body to jolt upwards. you unconsciously hunched forward and leaned into his mouth for a kiss. though unintentional, he gladly accepted and returned the gesture with a passion that you’ve never, and will never feel from anyone else.

“yes, eren i-i love you so much, yes yes please i love you i—” you let out another string of moans as your climax was within reach. “s-so close. ‘m so close baby,”

“i know angel, i know. i promise i’ll never hurt you again, i promise okay? now cum for me baby, c’mon pretty girl. just let go,” he purred sensually against your lips, your breathing becoming one.

and you listened.

both of you were too far gone, so infatuated and lovelorn with the other that you didn’t know anything else; neither of you wanted to know anything else. even through your incredible, toe-curling climax that only he seemed to be able to pull from you, you’d hope that maybe things would be different after this time.

a/n! — i……..literally have no words. eren really been making me act UP, shame on him. did i really write this…. LMAOOOO anyway, i hope yall enjoy shhhshahhfsdfsdfs

— to @38riku who was eager to read this and wanted me to tag her when i finished 😭 her saying that made me go into overtime HAJDJD. also to @sintiva bc we bond over this genocidal maniac 💗 also to @hellavile & @f4irycafe bc i just want their approval 🙂 anddd to @lunarsap bc she thinks my writing is good and we just became moots today :)))

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