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Dear Rabbit

Yandere! Werewolf! Eren Jaeger x Reader

Eren J Masterlist

Word Count: 19k

Pairing: Eren x Reader

Content: Smut, Slight Fluff, Yandere themes, Slight Violence

Content Warnings: Fem bodied reader, Eren calling reader ‘bunny’, use of ‘good girl’ once, calling Eren ‘sir’ once, Dubcon (reader consents but under the influence of “heat”), kidnapping, Hybrids(?), Mentions of Pregnancy/impregnation, implied forced pregnancy, mentions of hunting, Scratching, injury (Eren digging his claws into you), Stockholm Syndrome (speedrun edition—influenced by marking), violence, fighting, raw meat (does that need a warning??), very small amount of hurt/comfort, Yandere themes, possessiveness, obsession, Marking, Smut (Size difference, breeding, slight A/B/O themes, knotting, heat, rut, creampie, cunnilingus, nipple play, F! receiving oral, stretching, stomach buldge, cervix pounding, slight orgasm denial), slight monsterfucking(?)

Summary: A part-wolf part-human creature has been watching you for quite some time, and he’s finally matured enough to make you his mate. You don’t remember him, but he’d do anything to make you his.

Werewolf Eren’s size compared to an average height person

An extra dilf werewolf eren <3

While reading the smut portion of this—please remember that it is unrealistic as fuck, because if you had sex with someone who’s dick was as big as Werewolf Eren’s, your insides would probably break. I lowkey cringed a lot while writing about the heat stuff 😭😭 I am so sorry

Also I sort of combined his manga colors and anime colors in this—black hair and green eyes

The rain fell heavily outside, crashing against the windows and roof of your apartment. Tree branches fluttered and waved with the wind, knocking against the window in your room as if they were begging for an escape from the storm.

You were getting ready for another day of school, packing your bag with all of the notebooks you needed, followed by your sticker-covered laptop and the pencil pouch you kept stocked with all of the pens, markers, and #2 pencils you could ever need. After pulling a waterproof jacket over your outfit of choice—jean shorts and a well-worn shirt—you pulled the thick bag straps over your shoulders and left your room, shutting the door behind you.

One of your roommates sat in the kitchen on her phone, giving a quiet “morning” while she scrolled through Instagram. Without classes in the morning to keep her busy, she often made breakfast for you and your other roommate—which was always greatly appreciated. Today, she’d made toast, leaving out all of the possible toppings for you to choose from on the counter.

You picked up a slice from the plate, munching on it quickly while raiding the pantry nearby for a granola bar or two, just in case the toast wasn’t enough to hold you off until lunch. As you prepared to walk out the door, your roommate was quick to say, “Watch out for werewolves!”

It was a running joke between people that lived in your relatively tiny town, brought on by the large wolf population in the surrounding forests—and also by the superstition of werewolves that supposedly lived beside their more canine brethren. Older people would tell their young grandchildren all about it, or mothers used it to keep their children from going too close to the woods. Either way, you didn’t believe it, but it was fun to joke about.

With a giggle, you bid her goodbye—pulling your jacket’s hood up, leaving the house, and starting your walk to the bus stop in the pouring rain.

The sidewalk was soaked, little worms wriggling out of the grass for fresh air. Carefully, you avoided them the whole way, reaching the bus stop and waiting quietly for your ride to show up. A few minutes passed before you heard the stutter of the bus engine—the long, white vehicle littered with advertisements pulling up to the bench you waited on.

You got up, stomping through the tiny puddles of rain on the sidewalk and climbing the stairs into the bus. It was mostly empty, aside from a few middle-aged people on their way to work. The windows were blurred from the rain, making it difficult to see when you sat down and tried to look through them. Although, if you squinted and looked into the distance—hidden by the underbrush and the thick tree trunks—you could’ve sworn you saw someone standing there, watching you. Rubbing your eyes and looking again, you noticed the figure was gone. You simply shrugged it off and turned forward, resting your head against the cold window.

It was probably never there in the first place, you thought. You always saw things like that out of the corners of your eyes that weren’t really there, so it was easy to assume that this time was the same.

If only you had known it was real, maybe you could have done something to avoid it.

School went by quickly, and all of your classes for the day ended by noon. You just decided to go back home instead of sticking around—mostly because it would be easier for you to study there than in a public place.

By now, the rain had lightened up a little and created a thin fog on the ground, making it difficult to see things at a distance. You no longer needed to wear your jacket, so you held it under your arm while you waited for your ride home. After the bus arrived and you got on, you texted your roommate that you would be back soon and asked if she could heat up some leftovers for you to have for lunch. She replied with a thumbs-up emoji, making you smile while you tucked your phone away into your bag.

The bus was quick to arrive back in your neighborhood, with fewer stops being necessary this time due to the lack of people. Stepping off, you walked past the end of the bus—only to stop at the sight of your neighbors waving at you from across the street. They were an elderly couple you became acquainted with while living at your nearby home, a pretty nice and sweet pair too. They just asked you how you were doing or how school was doing most of the time, so it really threw you for a loop when instead of their usual kind gestures, their faces contorted into ones of horror and paralyzing fear.

Before you had a chance to question it, everything moved faster than you could comprehend.

The first thing you realized was that you were being grabbed, but the next thing you knew—you were tumbling forward into the road, only being protected by whatever had a hold on you turning and hitting the pavement first. A scream from the elderly woman across the street echoed through the air, alerting the creature and causing it to panic and start running—with you in its arms.

The grip it had on you hurt, its claws digging into you and creating small gashes in your sides that bled through your clothes. Only now, after having a moment to process what happened, did you start to squirm and scream for help. It was already too late for anyone to rescue you from the beast, but it was the only thing you could try.

Your cries for help quieted into muffled sobs as you passed the threshold of the woods—the forest was huge; there was almost no chance of someone finding you there. You were going to die, you were sure of it, it was going to eat you.

Minutes passed, only filled with your cries of distress and the creature’s pants and feet crunching sticks and leaves on the ground—but then you hit a large clearing, and the sky was visible again. You couldn’t see well—your face buried in the shirt your kidnapper was wearing, and the sides of your head being blocked by the arms that were wrapped around you—only leaving you the ability to look up at the sky.

Small sprinkles of rain hit your face, joining the tears that dampened your cheeks. The creature let out a huff, its claws digging deeper into your already bloodied sides and making you wail in pain. You could feel it turn to look down at you, but you couldn’t see anything more than its neck and chin. After burying your face into its chest and letting out another cry, it started moving again, this time going from the woods into what you assumed to be a cabin—or a den of sorts. You couldn’t see much, but you did notice that it got darker and that the droplets of rain that you’d felt before ceased.

You were let go of without warning—dropped onto a soft, lumpy pile that was covered by a big linen blanket. Finally able to see your captor, you gazed up at him to see who and what he was.

He stared back at you, his bright eyes glowing green like the forest, even in the dark. Although he looked human, he wasn’t—there was no way he could have been, he was huge compared to the average person. Not only that, but emerging from his head stood two fluffy black ears that twitched as you studied him, matching his hair color—and further down, you could just barely make out a messy and tangled-looking tail, wagging back and forth behind him. The clothes he wore looked to be made by human hands, but considering how human-esque he was, they very well could have been made by him.

Your attention turned to your surroundings, eyeing the wooden walls surrounding the “bed” you were sitting on. There was more to this house that he had taken you into, but you couldn’t see past his broad shoulders and tall stature.

His wide eyes met with yours again, only for a second before he turned away and hurried off into the other part of the house, finally allowing you to see the rest of his abode when you sat up. Now that you could, you realized just how small the space really was—there was a big main room that held several different kinds of wooden storages stocked with different jars and bags, and then the small indent in the corner where the bed—and you—currently were.

The tall wolf-man dug through one of the cabinets attached to the wall, finally pulling out a roll of gauze. He hurried back to you, grabbing the hem of your ruined shirt and starting to pull it up without warning. Before he could drag it even halfway above your stomach, you slapped his claws away and fell backward, trying to curl into yourself and cover your bleeding sides. His ears fell back, and he held his hands up in front of him like he was trying to show that he wouldn't hurt you.

“I can’t bandage you with your shirt on.” His voice was soft as he spoke, acting like if he raised his voice too high, you would shatter like glass.

The edge in his green in his eyes had changed, turning softer—his pupils dilated, eyes growing glossier the longer he looked at your scared figure, making it clear that he had no intention of harming you—because why would he, especially if he was giving you such a loving gaze. After thinking about it, you realized you wouldn’t be able to stop the bleeding as quickly as him, and you didn’t need to be any weaker than you already were. Otherwise, there might not be any hope for your escape at all.

Slowly, you moved back to your previous position at the edge of the bed, starting to tug your shirt up. You stopped below your chest, still too afraid and untrusting to go any further. Every muscle in your body felt tense as he leaned in, maneuvering his hands around your waist to wrap the gauze tightly against your skin. It was fast, but the entire time you kept your eyes squeezed shut like it would make him disappear before they opened up again.

When he leaned away and you no longer felt his arms close to you, your eyes shot open so that you could stay aware of his every move. He stood over you awkwardly, leaning forward slightly and staring at your shirt with his lips pressed into a straight line while he contemplated his next move. You stared back at him, eyes darting to the side to ignore the uncomfortable tension.

And then, before you could stop him—he ripped your shirt off and speedily switched it out with his, barely giving you time to process what he had done before the oversized tunic was covering you up, the collar sliding off of one of your shoulders. Blinking for a second, you realized he began to walk away with your shirt—the only piece of clothing you had besides your shorts and underwear—so you jumped up and tried to take it back from him. He held it away from you effortlessly, high above his head where you couldn’t reach.

“That’s—That’s mine!” You stuttered, stretching your arms up as far as you could before it made your sides burn.

“Go sit down—you’re going to hurt yourself if you keep doing that.” The stern tone in his voice didn’t match the soft expression on his face, but it did match his actions as he pressed the pads of his fingers to your chest, pushing you back until you fell onto the soft bed.

Still unwilling to give up yet, you protested again, “But—But my shirt!”

“There's blood on it and it has holes. It’s no use to you now, especially not out here.”

What he meant exactly by the words ‘out here’ you didn’t know, but you assumed it had something to do with the fact that you were deep in the woods, surrounded by all sorts of things that would easily hunt you down and kill you if they caught the smell of your blood. You looked down a little, staying quiet to tell him you understood, and that you could live without the soiled shirt.

With a smile, he gave you a small pat on the head before walking to the opposite end of the room and dropping the fabric into a small, wooden bin on the floor. After pulling on a new shirt, he turned back to you, the first thing he noticed being your gaze, glued to the ground. Your face was mostly void of emotion—meaning he had no way of knowing what you were thinking, and no way of even guessing—leaving him grasping at straws to try and figure out how he could comfort you.

Without giving any thought to how you would react to it, he walked over and wrapped his huge arms around you—effectively caging you in against his chest. Your entire body tensed up, shoulders scrunched up as far as they could be. It made you feel so small and powerless. You were small and powerless—against him at least.

After sitting quietly for what felt like hours—but was only a few minutes, in reality—he finally spoke up, “You’re so small still, even up close. Like a little bunny rabbit.”

The amount of effort it took to crane your neck enough so that you could look up at him was enormous, your bones cracking as you rested your chin on his chest. He peered down at you, a toothy smile forming slowly and showing off his dangerously sharp teeth.

Struggling to get the words out from a combination of anxiety and your jaw being pressed shut against his sternum, you managed to question him, “Who—who are you—what are you? Why did—Why did you do this?”

“Oh.” He said in reply, not giving you a real answer yet—he needed a minute to figure out how he would explain his connection to you without sounding like he was making things up. You squirmed in his grip, trying to loosen it so that you weren’t being crushed.

He asked you, looking almost sad as he spoke, “Do you—do you really not remember?”

When you shook your head in response, he gave a nervous chuckle and just decided to start from the beginning, “Well then, I guess I’ll just tell you.”

One of his arms around you moved so that he could cup your entire jaw with his hand, forcing you to keep your head turned upward while he talked to you, “Maybe you were too young to remember, but we always used to play together when we were kids.”

His explanation began, the smile coming back to his lips while he reminisced on the memories he had of your first years together, “Your mom would set you outside while she gardened nearby. She never paid enough attention to you—you always wandered off, just far away enough for me to come out of the woods without being afraid that she would catch us,” he paused for a moment to chuckle before continuing, “You used to call me ‘doggy’ and bring out this plastic ball; it wasn’t really meant for animals, but you just insisted on using it to play with me. There were little bells inside that jingled when you threw it and made me fetch it.”

He chuckled again, “Maybe you did see me as a dog back then, but that doesn’t matter now.”

You stared at him, semi-spaced out while you tried to remember his presence in your childhood. There was no memory of a wolf-human coming to play with you, the closest thing being when your nice neighbors would let you see their friendly Bernese mountain dog pup. Then again, there was a lot about your toddler years that you couldn’t remember anymore—maybe he just happened to be part of those forgotten moments.

Either way—it wasn’t important right now. The most important thing at the moment was figuring out who he was, and any way you could escape. Your previous relationship with him could come later—that is, if you stayed long enough.

Before you could ask him for his name, he was already talking again, going on about your old times together. “You were so special to me. It hurt so bad that I had to stop seeing you when we got older but… it doesn’t matter anymore. Now that I'm old enough—now that we're finally together again…I’ll never let you go.”

He began to lean down, pursing his lips and getting ready to kiss you—not expecting the hand that slapped over his mouth when he got too close. He wasn’t even able to ask why because you were already talking, “What—What’s your name? I don’t even know your name.”

Despite looking a little disappointed from his attempt at kissing you being blocked, he responded with an indifferent tone, “Eren.”

After seeing you nod, his smile returned and he grabbed both of your wrists with his giant hands, ensuring that this time there was nothing to get in the way of his kiss. Desperate to avoid it, however, you leaned back as he leaned in—eventually hitting the bed and having nowhere else to turn. Even with everything inside of you screaming not to let him, you had no way of avoiding the moment his lips pressed against yours. He pushed your wrists into the bed too, successfully trapping you again, although this time leaving you feeling even more vulnerable than before.

You let him kiss you for a moment, hoping that he would pull away on his own. When he didn’t, you realized you would have to risk angering him to free yourself—and as much as his anger scared you, the thought of him going any further with you was scarier.

Ripping yourself out of his grasp, you balled your hands into fists and shoved him in the chest as hard as you could, creating enough space in between you to curl your legs up, allowing you to kick him in the stomach. He tumbled back, groaning and grabbing at the already forming bruise. You wasted no time, getting up and trying to run—not even thinking about how close he was to you, the lack of distance allowing him to recapture you easily. There wasn’t even enough time for you to make it to the door before he recovered and pounced on you, grabbing at your injured sides so that you would instinctively curl up and focus more on getting his hands off of you. It made it easy for him to pick you up despite your squirming, taking you back to his bed and shoving you into it.

You tried to sit up again, but he was quicker than you, pinning you down by your arms. His claws dug into your skin, only gentle enough that it wouldn’t draw blood—and he looked angry, growling and baring his teeth. It was more wolf-like than human, his eyes turning dark, reflecting a hint of red.

Horrified, you shut your eyes and started to tear up—thinking he was going to claw your arms or face as a sort of punishment for trying to escape—but instead, he did nothing. He didn’t say anything either, not even when his anger finally subsided. He just stared—his eyes that reflected the color of the very forest he lived in piercing straight through your head.

He was waiting—waiting for you to open your eyes so that he could make sure he had your full attention before making his warning.

When you finally did, he grabbed both of your cheeks with one hand, squeezing them until your mouth was forced into an ‘o’ shape. Your eyes met his, and he stared at you in silence for another moment before reprimanding you, “Don’t try that again. Ever.”

His voice was stern, contrasting his earlier, more cheery tone.

“I’ll make it so you can’t run at all if you do.”

The threat made a shiver run down your spine. He wouldn’t actually hurt you like that, right? Hopefully not.

So distracted by your thoughts, you didn’t notice the hand sliding down to your thigh until it was being squeezed. It was anything but gentle, serving as another warning of what he would do if you tried to run again. Honestly, just the thought of his sharp claws digging into your thighs until it hurt too much to stand was enough to scare you away from the idea—at least until you found an opportunity where it was certain you could make it.

“Got it, bunny?”

He snapped you out of your thoughts again, keeping his gaze on you until you nodded. Then, his smile returned, as did his happier demeanor—and he acted like it had never left in the first place.

Letting go of you, he stretched back and yawned, giving you the personal space you needed. You curled up, holding yourself and rubbing your arms for comfort while Eren got up and made his way across the room.

“Are you hungry at all? It must be almost noon by now, you should eat.”

You shook your head, but he either didn’t see you or didn’t care, because the next thing you heard was the clattering of different containers and ceramics. Sitting up, you looked over and saw him digging out different kinds of meats, berries, and fruits—probably because he didn’t know what kind you ate—or if you even ate meat. It was obvious that he wasn't well-versed in the diet of humans, considering he didn’t even bother cooking the meat before he went to hand it over to you.

Not sure what to do next, you just held the plate in front of you and stared at it. You couldn’t eat most of what was on it—you weren’t sure if you even wanted to eat any of what would be considered edible to people—there was no way to tell what had been adequately washed or not.

Confused, Eren waited a moment before asking you, “Is there something wrong? Do you not like any of it?”

You shook your head, not bothering to clarify which question you were answering while you continued to hold the plate. After another minute of awkward silence, you finally explained to him, “I can’t eat raw meat. Or unwashed fruit.”

With that new information, his mouth formed into an ‘o’ shape, showing that he understood—or at least pretended he did. He took the plate back from you, staring down at the assortment of food to try and figure out what he was going to do with it.

“I guess I should cook and wash these then, right? Will you eat then?” He asked. You nodded, just wanting this to get through with the conversation so that he couldn’t keep using it as an excuse to care for you.

After pausing in front of the wooden front door, he turned his head to look at you, carefully watching to see your response when he asked, “Would you be good? If I take you outside with me, that is?”

As much as he didn’t trust you at the moment, he thought that getting some fresh air might help you stay calm. And even if you did try to run, you would never be able to get that far before he caught you. The risk was low.

Without answering, you were already up and joining his side, eager for another possible escape attempt. You knew he would be watching you like a hawk, but that wasn’t going to stop you. Not if it meant you had even a sliver of a chance of being successful, you still wanted to try.

With a hum, he turned back to the door and pushed it open, revealing the misty forest clearing, everything still moist from rain. The idea of bolting past him and into the woods was at the forefront of your mind, but you held back—as painful as it was. You needed to wait until he wasn’t paying attention so you could get as far away from him as possible before he noticed your absence.

He took your hand, dragging you outside and to the middle of the clearing. Pointing to one of several logs laying around what looked to be a small fire pit, he motioned for you to sit. When you did, he handed you the plate of food and went off to find wood, checking to make sure you were still there every 5 seconds.

It didn’t take long to gather enough firewood, considering you were surrounded by trees with plenty of broken branches lying beneath them. Eren returned quickly, arms full of different sizes of sticks that tangled together when he dropped them into the fire pit. Reaching for his pants pocket, he realized he left his box of matches inside of his cabin—meaning he’d have to either leave you alone or drag you back with him to grab them.

He didn’t even get a chance to think about what he was going to do before his solution was already walking right up to him.

“Eren! Is this… the person you were talking about?”

“Armin! Yes, yes it is.”

His childhood best friend, Armin. He could watch you for him, definitely.

Armin approached the two of you quickly, his shaggy blonde tail bouncing behind him. He was a lot smaller than Eren was but still big enough to tower over you—leaving you shaking in your boots at there now not only being one, but two dangerous werewolves you had to keep track of if you wanted to escape.

He slowed his pace, sauntering over to you to check out the person his best friend has told him oh-so-much about in the past.

Stepping in front of you, he kneeled to meet your eyes—trying to make himself seem smaller so that maybe you would stop shivering at the sight of him.

“Hello!” He said, a small smile adorning his feminine face, “I’m Armin—like you heard. I know it’s difficult right now, but I’m sure you’ll adjust well!”

After he finished speaking, he placed both of his hands over yours—trying to encourage you to keep your spirits high, although it had the opposite effect. You didn’t respond or even nod—the anxiety inside of you forcing you to stay frozen in place.

Turning around, he let go of you to ask Eren something, “Mind if me and Mikasa eat with you? We have our own food.”

Eren nodded, “Would you watch them for me for a second while I run to grab some matches?”

Armin gave him a thumbs up, taking a seat on a log near you while Eren ran off. Now you were alone with him. Great.

You shuffled your feet in the dirt awkwardly, praying that Eren would be fast. Armin looked past you, suddenly beaming while he waved his arm in the air.

That must be the ‘Mikasa’ he mentioned.

She came from behind you, taking a seat next to Armin on the log. In her arms, she held a cloth bag—probably full of food—and an over-the-fire camp grill that was likely stolen from a nearby sporting goods store. She was beautiful, which honestly made you even more nervous than just the half-wolf part did on its own.

Fortunately for you, Eren was quick to return after Mikasa arrived, a box of matches in hand and a fistful of kindling. He lit the tiny twigs, tossing them into the larger pile and starting the fire. After a minute, the pit was engulfed in flames and burning brightly, emanating warmth on everyone surrounding it.

Mikasa unfolded the portable grill, placing it over the fire and adding her’s and Armin's food onto it. She left an open spot on the other side of it for you, which you filled quickly with everything that was on your plate, including the fruits and berries that normally wouldn't be grilled. Eren gave you a strange look but didn’t say anything, just assuming that was how humans normally ate their fruit.

The following silence was deafening, nothing but the quiet crackling of the fire filling the air. You fiddled with your thumbs, eyes glued to the dirt to avoid any awkward eye contact.

Eventually tired of the quiet, Armin spoke up, “So… are you going to tell your parents about this soon?”

After a moment of thinking, Eren shrugged, “I’ll probably just tell them when I get them pregnant—which shouldn’t take too long.”

You almost choked on air, whipping your head towards him and stammering out a pathetic, “Excuse me?”

Mikasa and Armin look equally as shocked, both of their mouths hanging open while they stared dumbfounded at their friend.

“Already? Eren you JUST got them—at least give them some time to warm up to you more!” Mikasa shouted, giving you a sympathetic glance.

“Mika, we’ve known each other since we were kids, you know this. It’ll be fine, they’ll have as many months as they need to get used to me—the faster we have pups the better. You know how—how competitive things get around here, and if they’re pregnant then everyone will leave us alone.” His tail was wagging aggressively side to side, brushing dirt into the air. The frown on his face spoke volumes, and so did his crossed arms that made him look like a pouty child—but you couldn’t help but also notice the sad look in his eyes as he spoke again, “I’ve waited too long for this. I don’t wanna lose my chance.”

After a long moment of silence, Armin picked up a stick and began to turn the meat over on the grill, just ignoring the solemn-looking Eren and the still stunned Mikasa. He turned your food over after, dropping the stick on the ground again.

The quiet after was even worse this time, everyone just staring and waiting for things to finish cooking. It didn’t take as long for the second side to cook, the meat turning darker in minutes. Both Armin and Eren dragged the food back into their plates with sticks, Mikasa dragging the grill off of the fire when they were done. She set it aside to cool off and sat again, blowing on the meat that Armin held.

When Eren handed his plate to you, you copied Mikasa and blew on the food to cool it before digging in. Armin and Mikasa ate mostly with their hands and mouths, both eating somewhat similar to the way dogs would. You were hesitant to pick up anything with your hands, nervous about the residue that it would leave. Instead, you offered some of the meat to Eren, just opting to eat the fruits instead. That was probably the safer option, anyways—and it left less mess on your fingers.

You finished your meal faster than everyone else, being left to sit there and watch while everyone else was distracted by their food.

Oh. They were distracted.

As you realized that, a thought crossed your mind. You could book it and run as fast as could, maybe making it to the edge of the forest before they could catch you. Or you could stay here sitting next to them—possibly missing the only chance you’d have to escape for a while.

Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to risk it.

Slowly, your gaze drifted from Armin to Mikasa, and then to Eren—all still busy with their food. You carefully turned around in your spot, catching Eren’s attention for a split second before you moved closer to give him a false sense of reassurance. When you were certain that your footing was good enough to help you launch forward, you took in a deep breath and counted down from 3.

3… 2… 1…

You took off, trying your best to keep your breathing steady and ignoring the burning pain in your sides. You were ahead, managing to make it out of the clearing before Eren had even begun to chase you—although it didn’t take him very long after to drop everything and go sprinting after you.

The anxiety was growing now, knowing he was coming. His footsteps were loud, and so were his angry demands.

“GET BACK HERE! GET BACK HERE RIGHT FUCKING NOW!”

It was almost more horrifying than the sound of him catching up to you.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. He was going to catch you. You weren’t fast enough—your plan was backfiring.

You weren’t even close to the edge of the forest, you underestimated how big it was. No. No. No.

This couldn’t be happening. It was so obvious that you wouldn’t make it. Why did you even think you could.

Tears formed in the corners of your eyes, the burning in your sides now spreading to your throat. Your legs were starting to hurt.

His grunts and growls were right behind you now, and before you knew it—he was tackling you to the ground and shoving your entire body into the dirt. He was so heavy on top of you—it hurt, it made you want to scream. You were covered in scuffs and bruises now, and you could feel the sticks scrapping against your skin and the dirt sticking to your wounds.

Everything was blurred with tears. You regret ever thinking you could get away.

“I’m sorry—I’m sorry!” You could barely choke the words out, feeling like you were suffocating with him sitting on top of you. You didn’t even have to look at him to know that there was a scowl on his face and he was barring his fangs—evident through his low growls.

“I warned you, I fucking warned you.” He snapped back at you, finally getting up but still not letting go of you—instead, pulling you up with him.

Your legs shook beneath you, and there was a multitude of twigs and leaves in your hair and stuck to your clothes. You were so dirty.

“We’re going home. Now.”

No. No, you weren’t. That damp cabin—den, whatever it was—it wasn’t your home, and it never would be—but you didn’t even get a chance to protest before he was already picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder. His sharp claws dug into your hip, just a little lower than where the other marks on your sides were. You couldn’t even squirm, all you could do was cry and sob into his back as he carried you.

The walk back felt like an eternity. It was like he was moving slow on purpose, just to torture you. He didn’t even talk to you, it was just silent the entire time—although this was probably better than what you’ll have to face when you got back.

Mikasa and Armin were nowhere to be seen when you walked through the clearing. They probably left quickly to avoid any conflict, but you couldn’t blame them. You would too if you were in their shoes.

When he walked through the door, he slammed it shut behind him out of anger, leaving you even more fearful of what that meant for you if he was acting like that towards an inanimate object. You were tossed onto the bed, barely being able to let out your wail of pain before he crawled on top of you and forced himself in between your legs, leaning over you so you were stuck underneath him. He grabbed both of your thighs, squeezing them until his claws were just about to break the skin.

“No! No, No Eren, please! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Please, Eren, please don’t!” You cried, pleading with him to not follow through with his earlier threat.

“I warned you. I warned you, bunny. The only reason we’re doing things the hard way is because YOU didn’t listen.” His grip tightened, forcing a sob from your throat as he broke skin, “If it hurts too much then you can bite me. Just don’t be too loud, got it?”

Through tears, you nodded your head, just wanting to get it over with if he wasn’t going to change his mind. His claws dug into your thighs, piercing all the way into the muscle. Almost immediately, you bite down on his shoulder, letting out a shrill but muffled scream as you felt warm blood begin to drip down your legs.

It burned, it burned so horribly. You felt like you were going to be sick, your teeth starting to hurt at how hard you were biting down. It only got worse when he pushed his face into your neck and bit you back, forcing his fangs as deep into your flesh as they could go.

Your vision began to spot, whether it was the amount of pain or the amount of blood you were losing—you were going to pass out if he kept going. Flashes of hot and cold passed through your body, making you feel like you were drenched in sweat even though the only thing you had on you was blood.

As your crying began to grow quiet, and he could feel your head slipping away from his neck, Eren realized that you were about to pass out. Quickly sitting up, he let go of your legs and stared down at you—your eyes were droopy, the rest of your body starting to go limp.

He gently slapped your cheek, trying to keep you awake, “Hey, wake up. Stay with me, bunny. C’mon…”

You groaned in response, shifting your body slightly. He questioned himself if he went too far, eyeing the deep gashes that were likely going to heal into permanent scars on your thighs. Compared to him, you were so small and delicate—he could kill you without even using all of his strength. Now he was worried. He needed to be more careful.

With a sigh, he got off of the bed and went to grab bandages—because if you were going to pass out on him, then he could at least take advantage of it by fixing you up without having to deal with your squirming. After cleaning and wrapping your neck and legs, he sat at the edge of the bed, staring at you with a sad look on his face.

“I’m sorry.”

You woke up enveloped in a soft blanket, surrounded by a cozy warmth. As much as you wanted to snuggle into it, you had to open your eyes and make sure you were safe before you could relax.

Yawning, you opened your eyes and took a moment to register what was around you before realizing that you were face to face with someone’s chest. More specifically, Eren’s chest.

His arms were wrapped around you, and you could feel him moving his arms around over and underneath you. You looked up to him, immediately being met with his gaze directly back at you. His eyes were red, and his hair was a mess. It looked like he had been crying.

“Eren?” You coughed after speaking, not realizing how dry your throat was.

He just held you tighter, burying his face into the top of your head.

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry… I shouldn’t have been so careless with you…”

You stayed quiet, allowing him to hold you in his arms while he continued apologizing over and over.

There was nothing you could say—no words of consoling that you could give without being a liar. You couldn't say it was ok. It wasn’t. You weren’t ok—but you didn’t want to make it worse for yourself by telling him that—so all you could do was stay quiet.

Although, as un-okay as you were, you were oddly calm compared to before. It was strange, considering you would have normally already panicked and pushed him away by now—probably backing yourself into the corner and trying desperately to avoid him—but you had no temptation to do so. If anything, you felt at ease in his arms—which was undoubtedly a cause for concern in your eyes.

By now, Eren had calmed down, your scent managing to ground him rather quickly. This provided you with a chance to speak up.

“What—What did you do to me?” You asked.

“What do you mean?”

“I wasn’t… I wasn’t this calm before. What did you do?”

The silence he held for a moment after you asked scared you. You weren’t prepared for anything, no matter what the answer may be.

“I marked you.”

“You—You what?” You didn’t know what he meant by “marking,” but the implication of it was enough to make your stomach drop.

“I marked you. When I bit you—and you marked me, too. That makes us mates.”

“What do you mean by ‘mates?’” You pushed against him, creating enough space between your face and his chest for you to look up at him.

“We’re mated. Like… It’s like what marriage is for people, kind of. Except, a lot harder to break.”

Tears began to well up in your eyes. He had to be lying. It wasn’t true. It couldn't be. The marks would heal in a few months and be gone forever, wouldn’t they?

“But what about—the marks will heal, won’t they? That can’t mean that we’re…”

“These marks are special, bunny,” He ghosted a hand up to your neck, feeling the bandaged wound with his thumb, “Even the one you gave me. They’re permanent.”

The small drops in the corners of your eyes turned into a river. Knowing that even if you were able to escape now—if ever—that mark would still be stuck on your neck—it was too difficult to cope with.

“No, no, no, please don’t cry anymore… You’ve cried enough today…” Eren cooed, pulling you close to him again, this time with his face against yours, his nose nuzzling your cheek. His comfort had the same effect on you that a mother holding her crying newborn would have, calming you quickly and managing to reduce your tears to sniffles in minutes. You hated it. You hated the comfort he was bringing you now, but you didn’t know how to stop it.

With your eyes now dry, you let out a shuddery, very exhausted-sounding sigh. Eren turned his head from you to the window, taking note of the orange glow outside. He retracted his arms from around you and sat up, catching your attention while he pulled his shirt off and handed it to you.

“The smell on this shirt should be stronger than the one you’re wearing. Change into it, it should help you stay calm while I go hunting.”

Hunting? He was leaving you to go hunt, right after all of that, with no other warning?

“What do you mean you’re going hunting?” You asked.

“We need food, don’t we? Every couple of nights, a group of us goes hunting at dusk. We bring everything back and split it evenly with everyone else. Tonight is a hunting night.”

“So… you’re just going to leave? And I’ll be here alone?” You started questioning how smart he really was if he was going to leave you by yourself right after you tried to escape.

“Well, sort of. I’ll send someone to watch,” He paused for a second, making you think he was done until you saw the petrifying look in his eyes, “Still, I think you know better than to run off now… right, bunny?”

You nodded, biting your lip anxiously while a shiver went up through your spine. He was right. Even if you ran away, the chances of him finding and catching you again were high. And if he did catch you then… who knows what he would do to you. You didn’t want to think about it.

Eren moved to cup your cheek, tilting your head so you looked up at him, “You’ll be good for me, won’t you?”

When you nodded for a second time, he leaned in and pressed his lips against yours. Unlike the first time he’d tried to kiss you, you were unable to block it, so you could only squeeze your eyes shut and wait for the moment to pass. His chin was prickly, like he’d shaved a few days ago and it was just starting to grow back—it irritated your face. Even when he pulled away, you had to scratch at your face because of the itchy feeling his stubble left.

“Thank you. I’ll be back as soon as possible. I promise.” He said while he backed away, keeping his eyes on you as he moved towards the door, making sure you didn’t follow him.

When the door clicked shut, you shot up—but fell right back down onto your knees, forgetting about the injuries you had previously sustained. Getting up again was difficult, the ache in your thighs making you stumble as you clung to the bed for support. Instead of trying again, you gave up. Eren was right when he said he would make it so you couldn’t walk—you really couldn’t. Not yet, at least—with the still-fresh wounds on your thighs that made your legs feel like they would implode if you took even one step.

You could always try again in a little while before he got back—depending on how your legs felt then. If they still hurt then, you could always wait until his next hunting trip, as much as you didn’t want to wait that long. There were always going to be more chances for you to escape, hopefully. It wouldn’t hurt to rest, just for a bit.

After pulling yourself back into the bed, you saw that Eren’s tunic was lying crumpled up in the center of it. He gave it to you to change into, so you might as well—it was better than the dirty one you were currently wearing anyways.

You swapped your shirt for his, throwing the torn and dirt-covered one across the room after and curling up in the bed, wrapping yourself in the same blanket that you woke up with before he left. It was warm and cozy, filled with Eren’s scent. You couldn’t describe it well, but it smelt vaguely like autumn, along with different hints of dirt and pine needles. It was comforting, as much as you hated to admit it—and it was starting to make you feel tired.

Your eyelids grew heavy, begging for sleep—even though you hadn’t woken up that long ago. Although if Eren was still going to be gone for a while, sleeping could always help pass the time. Getting extra sleep wasn’t a bad thing, it wouldn’t hurt. Shutting your eyes, you began to let the weariness take over, letting yourself drown in the comfortable warmth.

“Hey… wake up… I’m back…”

You felt someone shaking you by your shoulder, abruptly pulling you out of your dreamland. Opening your eyes, you saw a blurry, shirtless Eren standing next to you. It took a few blinks for your vision to clear, and when you did you were finally able to look at him and mumble a slightly annoyed, “What?”

Eren chuckled at your half-asleep irritation, seating himself next to you to rest his legs, “I’m back.”

“Welcome.” You retorted, turning away from him and cuddling into the blankets again. He smirked a little, moving on top of you and putting all of his weight on you. Startled and mistakenly thinking he was trying something more perverted, you started to squirm underneath him, which only led to his arms tightly wrapped around you.

“I was so worried about you while I was gone, and now you’re being all cold to me?” He asked, letting out a very loud and overdramatic sigh, “So mean.”

You finally shoved him off of you and onto the floor, pouting and giving him a dirty look as he stood and laughed at your annoyance. As you looked at him, you started to take notice of things that you didn’t before.

He was extremely fit—the muscles in his arms and torso were toned, allowing you to see them clearly even without him flexing. Surprisingly, there wasn’t a lot of hair on him that you could see, your eyes trailing from his chest down to his abs and hips. The only place you could see any hair was his happy trail, which started right underneath his belly button and slowly got darker the further it went south. There was a bit of blood on him, too—mostly on his hands and around his face, neck, and chest. You didn’t question it much—he was just hunting, after all.

Eren caught notice of your gaze on him and decided to tease you a little in response. He interrupted your stare, grabbing your chin and tilting your head up so that you would look at him, “My eyes are up here, bunny.”

Almost immediately, your face became hot and you could feel yourself growing flustered. You could feel heat begin to pool in between your legs, and you almost thought that Eren could tell with the way his eyes widened right after. Truthfully, with his heightened sense of smell, he could tell, but he didn’t want to embarrass you or make a fool of himself, so he kept quiet.

He tried to brush it off, turning his head to the side and looking out the window to try and hide his growing blush, “We—We should both take a bath… There’s a lake nearby with clean water, and I have soap. You can clean your bandages too.”

If you took a bath with Eren that would mean seeing all of him. The thought alone made you shiver. However, you did need it, especially after being forced face-first into the dirt—and so did he based on the sight of him. You could put up with seeing him naked if it meant cleanliness.

“Okay.” You replied to him, making your way to the edge of the bed. Before you were able to get up, he stopped you with a hand on your shoulder.

“I’ll carry you. Your legs probably still hurt, right? It’ll just be better if I carry you there.”

After you nodded, he got on his knees and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against him before shifting his hands to your butt. He stood up slowly, making sure to hold you tightly.

“Put your arms and legs around me, that’ll make it easier for me to hold you.” He asked, pulling you up more and intertwining his arms to hold you better. You did as told, wrapping your limbs around his torso and neck and clinging on.

You shut your eyes, leaning against him as he made his way across his home and out the door. It was cold outside, goosebumps scattering over your skin in uneven spots. Feeling you shiver, Eren moved one of his arms from under you to around your upper body, rubbing his arm up and down on your back to try and warm you.

“We’ll be there soon. It isn’t too far from here.”

The sound of leaves and sticks crunching under his feet came to a stop soon after he said that, signifying that he had reached the lake. You opened your eyes and twisted your neck to try and look, although you were barely able to see the bright moon reflecting off of the water in the corner of the lake.

“I’m going to put you down, ok? I’ll be careful.” Eren said, waiting for your nod in response before he dropped to his knees and gently placed you on the dirt and grass. He stood up again, patting you on the head before stepping away to start stripping. You whipped your head around quickly, not wanting to see him fully exposed. Because he only had his pants and shoes to take off, it wasn’t long before he was nude—walking up behind you after to inform you that it was now your turn to strip.

He promised not to look, although it wouldn’t matter much anyway. In a few minutes—when you were both going to be submerged in the lake—he would need to keep an eye on you for your safety.

Getting your shirt off was easy, but your shorts were another story. You slid them off oh-so delicately, afraid of being too rough and hurting your already injured thighs—you really didn't want to delay the healing process any more than you already might have earlier; when you tried to get up after Eren left.

Once everything you wore was off and discarded into the same pile as Eren’s clothes, you covered your chest and called for Eren to help you into the water. He turned around to face you—fully prepared to assist you—but froze. You stared at each other, both processing the sight of each other completely bare.

His tail began to wag involuntarily, exposing his excitement. While he drank in every little thing about your appearance that he could see, you did the same—your eyes trailing down his body like earlier—only this time there was nothing to get in the way of seeing where his happy trail led.

Your eyes followed it, all the way down to where it turned into a larger but still nicely trimmed tuft of hair before—

Holy shit.

He was huge. 9 inches at least, and that was soft.

Your entire body felt warm at the sight of him, your lower regions especially. You had to take in a deep breath just to ground yourself, and even then, you couldn’t get rid of the warm feeling inside your core.

Eren seemed to notice where your gaze went as well, considering his face was now a bright red, and his eyes were blown wide open. He could feel the arousing building up in himself—so, in an effort to hide it, he ran to you and scooped you up, quickly getting into the lake and walking to where the water was waist-deep.

You shivered in his arms, not expecting him to move so fast into the freezing cold water. Next, he set you down slowly, making sure you would stay standing before he let go. When you were stable on your feet, he gave you a quick kiss on the forehead before turning your stiff self around so your back would face him.

“Stay still while I grab the soap.” He told you, wading past you in the water and going back to the pile of clothes in the grass, digging around until he was able to pull out a bar of soap from his pants pocket. He made his way back to you after, wrapping his arms around you and nuzzling his face into your head, “I’ll wash you. It’ll be easier for me to reach places you can’t. I promise I’ll be careful, so don’t worry.”

Nodding, you held your arms around your chest even tighter than before, just to be cautious if he was planning anything. You heard him dip the soap into the water and then press it against your back, the cold bar making you squeak and arch your spine. Your reaction made Eren chuckle for a moment before he began to wash you, continuously dipping his hand into the water whenever the bar felt dry so that it remained wet enough to eventually form suds.

The grip he had on the soap was strange, using the sides of his fingers instead of the pads to hold it, keeping his claws pointed away from you to keep you safe. After your back was clean enough, he moved on—scrubbing shoulders and upper arms. He didn’t want to risk your discomfort, so he carefully avoided the wet bandages and anything near your chest, simply handing the bar to you when he was finished so that you could wash those areas yourself.

You did so quickly, barely letting any suds form while you scrubbed away, rinsing everything off after and using your arms to cover yourself again. Eren asked if you were done, to which you nodded and handed him the bar, watching as he began to copy what he did to you, this time on himself.

With him distracted, you were able to examine his body once more. He faced away as he washed himself off, allowing you a nice view of his back muscles. Watching them flex and move was mesmerizing, the muscles stretching with the different ways he bent his arms. Part of you was curious about what it would be like, to be picked up and held in his huge arms while he—

The warm feeling came back. This time, it was even stronger than before.

You could feel yourself throbbing. You knew you were aroused, but it was so much more… intense than it usually was. Your entire body was hot, and it felt like you were burning up. Right now, it was probably a good thing that the lake was cold—because it was the only thing keeping you from overheating.

Everything felt so intensified, and you felt like you were going to collapse into the water. You needed to get out—maybe sit down for a minute or two.

You treaded through the water, making your way to Eren and poking his back. He flinched, obviously not expecting anything to touch him, and turned around to look at you.

“Eren…”

Your voice was shaky and unstable, your body shaking. You were going to ask him to carry you when he finished cleaning up, but you froze. Something was off about him. His eyes looked like they were glowing, and staring straight through you.

Slowly, he turned his body towards you and wrapped his arms around you. You didn’t know how to react, just frozen in place while he leaned over you. He buried his face into you, his nose stuffed into the crook of your neck.

“Eren? What—what are you doing?” “You smell… so sweet.”

He grazed his claws over your back, making you press yourself into him with your spine arched. It took everything inside of him, every ounce of self-control he had to keep from picking you up and taking you right then and there, in the middle of the lake. His sniffing was starting to tickle your neck, making you squirm.

“Eren…”

He didn’t respond—instead, beginning to back you up towards the shore. Eventually, the water was back to being well below both yours and his waist, going just above your knees and exposing everything. Instead of eventually backing out of the lake, you hit a ledge, almost falling onto it—if Eren hadn’t stopped pushing, you would have. He instead stepped back, grabbing you by the waist and spinning you around, pushing your upper body forward so that you were bent over it with your legs remaining half-submerged in the water.

Confused still, you tried to stand up again, only to be stopped by his hand on the small of your back, holding you down.

“Ere—Eren!” You squeaked out, abruptly feeling him press the palm of his finger against your clit. It hit you then, that he could tell what you were feeling—and he probably knew the reason you felt that way too.

Your entire body shook, your knees feeling weak and wobbly like jello. Eren didn’t stop, beginning to rub in small circles. He kneeled, one hand on the back of your thigh and the other wrapped around your leg to reach your heat. Being face-to-face with your cunt now, he was able to see how wet you were, your pussy swollen and begging for something inside of it.

“Eren—Eren… please, I—” You stuttered out, feeling the warmth worsen throughout your entire body.

“Shh, shh. I’ll take care of this.” He interrupted you, leaning in to leave a soft kiss on your ass.

This was embarrassing, to be bent over the side of a lake by someone who stole you away a few hours ago, with his face so close to the most intimate parts of you.

You covered your mouth, trying to silence the tiny whimpers that came out when you felt his breath on your cunt. He moved closer, slowly sticking out his tongue and dragging it down the slit of your pussy. Moving his other arm around your leg, he managed to put both of his thumbs on either of your outer labia, spreading your lips apart and taking another long lick.

If it weren’t for him, you would have collapsed onto the ground by now. His tongue moved back to your clit, flicking it a few times before dragging back to push into your entrance. Involuntarily, you pushed your hips back into him, begging for more friction. He pulled away, much to your dismay, making you whimper from the sudden cold breeze.

“You taste so good—you taste so good.” Eren panted, continuing to play with your folds and nudge your clit with his finger. He unwrapped one of his arms and closed his hand into a fist, only his middle and ring finger left extended. Carefully, he put the two claws into his mouth and bit down, effectively snapping the sharp nails off. After spitting them into the water, he moved his hand back to your pussy, feeling up and down to gather as much of the slick as he could before pushing his fingers in up to their first knuckles.

“Eren!” You cried out, your arms giving out and leaving you with your head buried in them against the dirt.

His ears perked up, and you could feel him lean to the side to try and look at your face, “Are you ok?”

“Yes—Yes I’m ok. Please, please, please keep going.”

Never before had someone putting just two fingers in you felt good. Even touching yourself hadn't. It was like your sensitivity was in overdrive, every ounce of contact you had with him had you melting. Not to mention, his fingers were massive, the two of them alone being longer than the average dick.

As he pushed them deeper, you could feel yourself squeezing the digits, especially when he had driven them in to the third knuckle. You almost couldn’t control yourself, your shaking hips grinding back and forth on his fingers.

“Move them, move them, please. Please.” You begged, starting to feel irritated like there was an itch that he just wasn’t reaching—an itch that desperately needed the satisfaction of being scratched.

Weak to your pleas, Eren was quick to retract and thrust them back into you, using the thumb of his other hand to massage your clit while he did. You whimpered into your arms, rocking with the motion of his hand to force his fingers as deep as they could go.

“So desperate—so wet too. Is this really all because of me?” He asked, making your embarrassment grow tenfold. Despite the intention of his remark being teasing, he ended up sounding unsure, almost in disbelief that he had managed to make you so worked up. Even when you nodded in response, he still wasn’t quite sure.

“All this, because you saw me naked? Even with a soft dick?”

You nodded again, whining when he stopped moving his fingers to focus on standing up and leaning over you.

“Well, would you like to see what it looks like when it’s hard?”

You almost bashed your head into his chin with the way you stood up so fast. He chuckled at your eagerness, pulling his fingers out of you and giving you room to turn around and see him.

When you did, your mouth fell open, and you could feel yourself throb again. The need was almost starting to hurt, your entire body begging for you to let him rearrange your guts. Such a thing would be an easy task for him as well, with his cock being almost as big as a ruler. There was no way you would be able to fit it inside of you when the time came, surely—but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to see how much of it you could take.

From the thick tuft of hair right above the base of it, the slightly curved shaft seemed mostly even, only a few veins protruding and the girth only increasing slightly around the head. The tip was pink and leaking precum, pleading for a pretty pussy to penetrate and fill—your pussy to be more specific.

With a shaky breath, you reached out—only to be stopped by a hand gripping your wrist. When you looked up to Eren to see what was wrong, you were met with his beet-red face, his brows furrowed and his teeth clenched. Despite looking angry, he wasn’t—just struggling to hold everything in. He needed you desperately, and it felt like if he didn’t have you soon he was going to explode. But he didn’t want to do it out in the lake—he wanted your first time together to be at home in his bed, which is why this situation was so difficult.

“We need to go home. Now.” He said, sounding urgent and demanding. He knew if he didn’t get home with you soon, he’d end up losing it and fucking you against the ledge, which he’d definitely regret after. Before you could question how you’d get home while he was sporting a hard-on, he was already picking you up and making his way to shore. Instead of putting his clothes back on after shaking the extra water off of himself, he picked up the pile and held it over his crotch, positioning it so that he was holding the clothes with one arm and you with the other. You didn’t even get a chance to complain about how overly exposed you were, or how you didn’t want anyone to see you nude, because he was already rushing back home, leaving you to pray that nobody was outside tonight.

With no interruptions, you arrived back at his cabin quickly, getting dropped onto the bed almost immediately after he reached it. The clothes were discarded to the side, freeing his hands and allowing him to pull you to the edge of the bed and position you the same way you were at the lake—bent over the side of it with your knees on the floor.

He got on his knees behind you, grabbing your hips and sliding his cock in between your legs. You shivered at the contact it made with you, the base of it pressing against your pussy and the length going over halfway up your stomach. He wrapped his arms around you, feeling where the tip of his cock was against your stomach and letting out a breathy sigh.

“Shit, that’s gonna go deep, huh…” He dragged his fingers up through the middle of your chest, and then straight back down again. He moved his hand under his shaft, reaching your clit and beginning to rub it up and down with his middle and index fingers.

“Do you think you can take it?” He asked, “I don’t want to end up hurting you.”

“Yes, Yes I can take it, Eren. Please, give it to me, please.” You pushed your hips into him, trying to move them closer to his fingers and cock, desperate for any kind of stimulation he had to offer. He hadn’t given you enough, and you just kept wanting more. You needed to be filled, fucked—something—or you might end up going feral.

When he pulled his hand and cock away, you prepared yourself to feel the tip of it push against your opening—but instead, you were met with his tongue again. This time, he had turned on his back and moved underneath you with his head on the bed, right below your cunt, allowing him easier access to your clit. As much as you wanted something inside of you, being able to grind your pussy against his face was enough for now, if that’s what he was willing to give. He lapped at it, flicking the swollen bud over and over with his tongue before wrapping his lips around it to suck.

You buried your face into the sheets, embarrassed by how many lewd noises came from your throat. His arms found their way around your legs, one grabbing your ass, and the other—the one with his two cut claws—moved to finger you again.

Your cunt was covered in his spit at this point, mixed with your slick and helping to lubricate your pussy for what was to come later. The ache inside of you grew larger, even as he ate you out and made you see stars. You needed something bigger, you needed all of him. Every inch you could take.

“Want more, ‘ren. Please.” You begged with a shaky voice, tears cascading down your cheeks. His fingers weren’t enough anymore, and you were desperate.

He pulled his fingers out of you and moved from underneath you, turning himself upright and getting back onto his knees behind you. As much as he wanted to give in to what you wanted, he was still so afraid of hurting you. You were so tiny next to him, there was no way he wouldn’t tear your insides trying to put himself in.

“Promise you’ll tell me if it’s too much?” He grabbed your hips, trying to hold you still while he slid the tip of his cock up and down your soaking cunt.

“Yes, Eren, I promise! Please! Please, please!” You tried to push yourself back onto him, not realizing you were only preventing him from penetrating you.

“Then hold still. I can’t get it in when you squirm like that.” Eren grimaced with frustration, eventually pushing your upper body down into the bed so that you wouldn’t move as much. He finally managed to slip the tip in, giving him time to reposition his hands on your waist for better leverage, “I’m putting in as much as I can. Ok?”

You nodded, taking in a large breath and preparing yourself for what his cock might feel like inside of you.

Carefully, the head breached your opening, his length slowly beginning to fill you up. As it did, both you and Eren melted into each other, your back arching so you could take more of him in while he began to lean over you, his chest resting against your back, allowing you to feel every pant from him.

He was stretching you out, stuffing every inch of himself into you. Barely more than halfway in, and he was already close to touching your cervix. You were crying, begging for more, begging for him to give you more and more. He could barely hold himself up, the warmth of your tight cunt being almost too much for him to handle. How pathetic, to think that he was so close to cumming, and yet hadn’t even gotten one thrust in.

Using one arm propped up on his elbow for stability, he slid his other hand across your body and underneath you, gliding it across your chest and all the way to your lower stomach. He pressed down gently, pushing himself more and more until he could feel a bump form against his fingers.

“So deep, isn’t it?” His words came out in pants, sending a shiver up your spine and making you squeeze around his cock. After letting out a choked moan, he managed to push himself up again, pressing his length the rest of the way in until it reached the hilt.

“I'm gonna fuck you pregnant. Gonna put some babies in you so everyone knows that you’re mine.” He placed his hands on your waist, sliding his hands up to your shoulder blades, feeling around them, then dragging his nails back down to your hips. Thin lines were left in place of where he had just scratched you, and instead of the usual whimper in response, it made you shudder and cry for more.

His remaining claws dug into your skin, not deep enough to hurt or draw blood, but enough to keep a good grip on you. He pressed his hips into your ass again, forcing you against the bed before he pulled out halfway and fucked into you again.

Immediately, he picked up the pace and continued rutting into you, forcing the bed to bounce with his actions. You squealed and whimpered, your mind growing numb and dizzy as he continued.

It felt amazing, like all of your sensitive spots were being touched. The itch was finally being scratched. He filled you up perfectly, his cock reaching all of the right places—you wanted to sob from how overwhelming it was. It was perfect.

“Hah—Eren! Please! Please, please, pleasepleaseplease!” You repeated the word over and over like it was the only thing you knew, begging for him, pleading for him to keep giving you what you needed, to keep taking care of you like he said he would.

“Please what, hm? Please—pant—what? Tell me what, tell me what you want.”

“Cum in me! I—I want—I wanna be full! I wanna be full of you…”

“You do, hm? You want me to—want me to fuck you full?”

“YES! Yes! Please!” That seemed like the best thing in the world right now.

“You better be certain than, cause once I start I—I won’t be able to pull out.” His grip on your hips tightened, and he could feel a knot begin to form at the base of his cock as his thrusts grew uneven.

“Yes, Eren—I need it, I need it!” You started to move your hips with his, helping him hit even harder than before.

“Alright baby, alright.” He groaned out the last word, feeling dangerously close to tipping over the edge. With your pussy clenching him so tightly, he wasn’t going to last long—but he wanted you to cum first. Wrapping his arm around you, he moved his hand down to your cunt, pressing two fingers to the bundle of nerves and moving them.

The slow circles on your clit combined with his hard, cervix-kissing thrusts were enough to begin your release, your pussy convulsing around him while you lost control of your sounds. Your entire body twitched and jolted as you came, an assortment of moans, cries, and pants spilling from your throat.

“You coming? You coming?”

You nodded.

“Yeah? Good. Good, good girl.” He slapped your ass, likely leaving a bruise before he leaned over you, holding himself up by his elbows and putting all of his energy into fucking you. You could see his arms on either side of your head, the muscles flexing as he moved quickly.

“I’m gonna cum—fuck, fuck, you better fucking take it all.” He pushed himself as deep into you as he could, getting in three more hard thrusts before he bottomed out for the final time, his knot getting stuck inside of you while he unraveled. Not being able to pull out this time, he continued to rut and grind his hips against yours to keep the stimulation going, milking as much of his seed out as he could while mumbling for you to take it all—which you did.

With his body leaned over you—almost laying on you—and his head next to yours, he buried his face into your neck, getting a big whiff of your scent before chomping down on your shoulder, right next to the mark he’d left before. It made you whimper, feeling his teeth dig into you just like they had before, but this time it was a nicer feeling of pain—one that was more soft and clouded by lust instead of pure discomfort.

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you flush against his chest before he relaxed on top of you, sending both of you into the bed. His mumbles stopped soon, and his hips stilled against yours when he was finally done emptying into you. After a minute of relaxing in the sweaty, sticky pile containing you and Eren, you began to squirm, growing tired of being crushed by the heavy werewolf. With his knot still stuck inside of you, he chose to roll over instead, turning you to face him and leaving you on top of him—it was still a little uncomfortable, but at least you weren't as hot as you were with him on top of you.

As you sat on him, his length began to grow, the feeling of the tip pressing against your cervix becoming increasingly less pleasing and more and more painful.

“Eren? Are you—“ you paused, shifting around awkwardly while trying to pull him out of you, finding it nearly impossible with the way he was swollen inside of you, “Are you going to pull out?”

He moved his hands over your thighs, carefully brushing your bandaged wounds, “I told you I wouldn’t be able to stop, didn’t I?”

A nervous laugh was all he could muster, trying desperately to keep you from becoming uncomfortable now that your heat was beginning to wear off.

“Oh. So you meant—you were being serious when you said…” You trailed off, looking down to where your bodies met.

“Yea, I was. It should go away soon, though! Don’t worry—we can get some food after and rest a little before your heat starts up again.” His hands moved to your waist, tracing his hands up and down your hips.

Your brows furrowed together with confusion, “My—My what? Again?”

“Well… shit, it’s a little complicated, but—since I bit you, and since we’re…well, mated,” he stopped his awkward ramble for a second, trying to think up a good way to explain the mess that was a werewolf’s heat, “you’re going to start getting affected by more… werewolf things. You won’t look like one, obviously, but some of your hormones are going to be like ones.”

Cocking your head, you leaned your head forward slightly, trying to give him a cue to continue.

“My dad told me about it when I told him I had my heart set on you as my mate…” His cheeks burned red, and his eyes drifted off to the side, “My mom was a human. Is—she still is, I mean. That’s how I know so much about this.”

Sensing him beginning to drift into another topic, you asked again, “Eren, what was the thing about hormones and heat?”

“Right, right, sorry. Basically, werewolves go through heat cycles in the spring, and a bunch of things can trigger it. Usually, when it starts, it can be really hard to stop it. The only way you can is by mating—and even then, the relief is only temporary. The only way you can really stop it is—well…”

“Is what?”

“Getting pregnant, usually. Unless you want to wait for it to pass, which can be really painful, I've heard.”

This time, after his explanation, you stayed quiet, looking down at his chest and trying to process what you just learned. He had essentially given you two options: Get pregnant or wait for the agonizing cycle to complete.

Noticing your discomfort, Eren cupped your cheek and tilted your head up so that you would look at him, “My mom says that it got a lot better after she had me, though, so maybe it’ll be the same for you.”

His attempt to comfort you backfired, ending with tears on your end, crying about not wanting it, and him sitting up to hold you as you crumbled. By now, the swelling that had locked you together died down, allowing him to pull himself out of you. A slew of semen spilled out of you and onto his lap as you did, making you feel like a disgusting and sticky mess.

“Don’t cry, please… It’s going to be ok. You’re going to be ok. Please, please… No more tears.” He held your face, pushing his forehead against yours while he wiped your tears. “We can eat and then rest, right? We’ll rest as long as you need to.”

After pushing your head into his shoulder, he fell back on the bed, holding you close while he pet your back and head. You were quick to calm, his body wrapped around yours providing a sort of comfort that was still new to you—a feeling of peace and home. It was hard to cry with that warm feeling in your chest.

A few minutes of silence passed with Eren petting and holding you, allowing you enough time to relax so that you weren’t crying anymore, even when he got up to grab your clothes and a rag to clean you. When he returned to your side, he slipped his arm underneath your back to hold you up, handing you his shirt and telling you to put it on while he cleaned up the excess cum that covered your thighs. You did as told, changing into the clean shirt and watching him throw the rag into the heap of dirty clothes that he dropped on the floor earlier. As you stared at the pile, you realized that this would be your fourth time changing shirts today—and his third.

“You change clothes a lot, you know.” You commented, pointing to where all of his previously worn shirts lay.

Eren looked from the clothes to you, chuckling a little while he put on—what would hopefully be—his final change of clothes for the day, “Heh, only today. Normally I only change after bathing or if my shirt gets ripped, today was just special!”

Tilting your head to the side, you questioned him, “Special? How?”

“Because today’s my first day being with you since we were kids.” He responded with a small smile, sitting back on the bed and pulling you into his side. Your cheeks burned, and you pushed against him gently.

“Is it really that special?”

“Of course it is. I’ve missed you for years, why wouldn’t it be special? You're finally mine.”

Your face felt even hotter, but not like it did during your heat.

“Stop it, Eren… Just go make me food like you said you would. I’m getting hungry.” You pouted, crossing your arms and trying to hide your fluster.

“Aw, alright. Since you asked so nicely.” He got up, kissing your head and ruffling your hair before going to grab things out of the many jars and boxes he had, plating it all and heading for the door, “I’ll be outside by the fire pit; call if you need me.”

You nodded and watched him leave, barely even realizing that he was trusting you enough to be alone with the door unlocked. Escaping came as a secondary thought, and you didn’t bother to question it. You were too distracted by the comfort—the comfort of Eren, his presence, and his smell. It was overpowering any sort of negative feeling you had before.

With a sigh, you buried yourself into the blankets and sheets on the bed, relaxing into the softness of it. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to stay like this for a while, drowning in the solace that you had here. You could always escape later, so why not enjoy this feeling while you had it.

Just as you were about to shut your eyes and let yourself drift to sleep, a loud bark echoed from outside of the cabin. You sat up, listening for a moment to determine if the noise was a one-off occurrence or if something was happening outside. You heard the pitter-patter of a few raindrops hit the roof, but nothing else. After a minute passed with nothing else, you just assumed that maybe Eren had been startled, or maybe he got overly excited and barked at something—but all of those ideas went down the drain when you heard it again. This time, it was louder, and much more aggressive-sounding than before. And then, there was another bark—one from someone different.

Worried, you got up and hurried to the door, your thighs thankfully not aching as much as before—well, the injuries on the outsides of your thighs that is. You pushed against it in a rush, swinging it wide open to see what was going on and if Eren was in danger.

The already wet dirt was beginning to flood as the second rain of the day poured down, turning into mud that caked Eren and another werewolf as they wrestled and fought on the ground. The food that Eren had previously gathered for you was scattered across the dirt, some of it crushed underneath the two fighting werewolves.

Eren was covered in dirt and blood, both his own and his opponents. Gashes, scratches, and bite marks covered his body, telling you how viscous this fight was—for it to wound him so badly in just a few minutes.

You watched as they tackled each other, tearing at each other’s skin and gnawing at the other’s limbs. Although you wanted to scream, to run and throw yourself in between them to stop the fight, doing such a thing would only lead to your demise—so all you could do was watch as they mauled each other. Eventually, the stranger was pinned to the ground, being able to do nothing but kick and bark while Eren continued to attack him.

Unable to handle watching the battle anymore, you screamed for Eren, waiting for him to look at you before you went inside, slamming the door shut and leaning all of your weight against it. You began to cry, praying that Eren would be able to get away from whoever was out there fighting him. The numerous questions you had about why he was fighting could come later, right now you only wanted him to be safe.

Something rapped against the door, startling you away from it. You scurried back to the bed on all fours, hiding underneath the blankets while staring daggers at the door, hoping that the next person to come through it would be someone familiar to you. As it swung open, the wood bashed against the wall forcefully, making the house shake. You let out a cry, squeezing your eyes shut and praying that when you opened them, Eren would be the one there.

The door was shut, and you listened to the sound of footsteps approaching you carefully. A large hand was placed on your back, and before you could react with a scream or shout—he spoke.

“It’s ok. It’s me, bunny.”

Your eyes shot open, and you launched yourself to him, wrapping your arms around his waist. He flinched as your arms touched his wounds but still wrapped his arms around you, petting your head as you held onto him.

You pushed him away, eyes scanning over his body while you made note of every injury and bruise he had.

“You're bleeding, Eren…”

“I know, I know. Help me get bandaged up… please.” His voice was hoarse as he spoke to you, making his weakened state even more obvious. He pointed to a box that sat on a wooden shelf against the wall opposite to you, “They’re in there. Please get them for me.”

Nodding, you were quick to stand and rush to the shelf, opening the box and digging out a roll of bandages along with a few other first-aid supplies, such as a bottle of rubbing alcohol and a rag to clean him off. He sat on the bed, hunched over and panting while tugging off his ruined clothes and throwing them into the trash with everything else that had been tarnished that day.

“So much for that being my last change of clothes.” He joked, trying to lighten the heavy mood before he pointed to a large vase in the corner, “There’s some water in there. You can dip the rag in it to get it wet.”

You walked over to it, taking off the ceramic lid and placing it aside, dunking the cloth into the water inside of it. You rang it out after, flinging it over your shoulder and walking back to where Eren sat. He lifted his head, sitting up straight when you arrived at his side. When you began cleaning him, he couldn’t help the small sigh that left his mouth, the washcloth pressing against his skin and scrapping off the drying mud and blood was already making him feel better—especially because you were the one doing it.

“Thank you.” He brushed a hand over your cheek, catching your attention and stopping you from your task for a moment. His thumb grazed over the curve of your cheek while he admired you, a glimpse of relief and sadness in his eyes. You were more important to him than you would ever even begin to realize, and the fact that he could have been so close to losing you during that fight had cemented that fact—making him feel even more possessive over you than before, a strong desire to keep you safe with him overpowering any rational thought.

You nodded at him, continuing to clean his wounds with the wet rag. After you had wiped down as much as you could, you folded the rag in half and doused it in the rubbing alcohol, going over all of his wounds again to clean them. Eren clenched his jaw, hissing at the stinging feeling that followed.

Working quickly, you managed to finish in less than a minute, allowing you to move on to bandaging him. He lifted his arms, giving you room to wrap the bandage around and pull it tight against him.

This process took longer, wrapping each limb individually in a way that still allowed him to move was a lot more time-consuming than just running a soaked cloth over everything. You moved in front of him, continuing to cover his wounds while he watched you. It was almost eerie, having him watch your every move so carefully, not being able to tell what he was thinking.

As you finished wrapping the last of his injury, he moved one of his arms around you and pulled you into his lap, letting you finish tying off the bandage before he rested his head on your shoulder. You did the same, resting on his and snuggling into him. He smiled, holding you against him securely and relaxing with the comfort of you in his arms.

Moving a hand up to your open shoulder, he began to trace over the bite mark in the crook of your neck. He smiled to himself, the proof of you being his mate putting a warm feeling in his chest. His mark had worked to bind the two of you, but whether you had figured that out yet or not, he didn’t know. He wanted to tell you.

“You know, you seem a lot calmer with me than you did before.” He began, deciding that the best way to bring it up was subtly so that you wouldn’t freak out.

“I guess I have.” You replied, tracing your finger over his shoulder blade, “Haven’t really thought about it that much.”

“Ah, I see.” There was a pause while he thought, deciding what he should say next, “Do you remember earlier—when I was talking about how your hormones are going to change and stuff?”

“Yea, I remember.”

“Well, it affects more than just your sex hormones, you know.” As he finished speaking, he braced himself for your response.

“Oh. I guess that makes sense.” You shrugged it off, trying to ignore the fact that he now had a large influence over your emotions, whether you wanted him to or not. You could come to terms with it later, but for now, it was easier to just ignore.

Your answer was unexpected to Eren, but he didn’t want to push it any further, deciding to just leave it be for your sake. After that, he allowed you to steer where the conversation went, and if it continued at all.

“Does the fight you got into have anything to do with hormones, Eren?” You asked him, trying to get back onto the topic of the fight so you could figure out what caused it. When he let out a sigh in response, you began to regret asking—thinking you’d upset him. Feeling you tense up in his lap, he placed his hand on your back and massaged up and down your spine, reassuring you that things were ok.

“I guess that’s part of it,” He began, wrapping his arms around you again and holding you even tighter than before, “That other guy… He’s always been really pissy over other people having mates because he could never get one. He’s always starting fights over it, trying to ‘win’ the other person’s mate so that he could have one too. I didn’t expect him to be out there, and I thought I would be able to ignore him, but… he could smell your heat on me and it made him really aggravated. He kept saying these… disgusting things about you, and joking about how he’d take you from me when I wasn’t looking so I just—I snapped.”

With his face shoved into your neck, you could feel his tears soaking into your skin. You moved your hand to his head, digging your fingers into his scalp and massaging gently, trying to comfort him. You heard a whimper from him, followed by a few hiccups as he started to cry.

“I’ve waited so long to have you. I can’t handle the thought of losing you—I just—I just got you. You’re mine. You’re mine. I don’t want anyone else to have you.” He nuzzled into you more, trying to force himself as close to you as he could get, “You’re mine. Mine.”

His hands pressed against your back, nails beginning to dig into you while he mumbled possessive things. You began to squirm, growing uneasy with how close he was to making you bleed again—but he stopped, pulling his head away from your throat and sliding his hands from your back to your front, moving them up to cup your face.

With all of your attention on him, making sure to use the softest voice he could muster while tears flooded his eyes—he asked you, “Promise me that you’ll never leave me. Promise you’ll always be mine.”

He looked desperate for a response, but reluctant to answer, you gawked at him. As the seconds passed, he grew more distressed with your hesitance, growing visibly more upset the longer your reply took. As much as you wanted to, his sad puppy-dog eyes and the fear for your safety made it difficult to deny him—so you didn’t. You gave in.

“I promise.”

Relief flooded his face when you said that, the tears finally leaving his eyes and a small smile coming to his lips. He pulled your face against his, pressing your lips together and kissing you with everything he had. You didn’t fight it, your hands previously in his hair falling to his shoulders. You relaxed into each other, both of you leaning into the kiss. Eren ran his hands back to your shoulders, down to your arms, and up to your wrists, grabbing them and moving them to his face.

When you caught on and held his face, he let go of you and moved his hands down to your thighs, rubbing them gently before sliding them to your back again. With one arm holding you against him, he rolled over and pressed his body against yours, continuing to kiss you while you were pinned underneath him.

He caressed your face, tilting your head to the side to deepen the kiss further and get an angle that allowed him to get even closer. His thumb rubbed against the curve of your cheek, making you feel warm and fuzzy inside; you were so comfortable in his arms.

When he pulled away, it was only for a second to breathe, and then his mouth was back on yours, holding you there for as long as he could. A few more minutes of him repeating the process, and you began to feel him becoming wound up. The more he kissed you, the more he pushed against you—and the more he pushed against you, the more desperately he seemed to cling to you.

The kisses began to grow shorter, but so did the pauses between them, allowing him to kiss you over and over as his body pressed against yours. His tail was wagging back and forth, increasing in speed the more he relaxed. You wrapped your arms around his neck, digging your fingers into his hair again and scratching behind his furry ears. Feeling nothing but pure bliss, he let out a satisfied moan and practically melted on top of you, the burden of holding up his body weight falling to you.

His mouth continued to press kisses on your cheek, trailing slowly to your jaw. Your body tensed as he kissed down even further, reaching your neck and pausing his journey to give some more attention to it. He laid a few pecks here and there, scattering light kisses across your throat before finally deciding on a spot to ravage. First, his sharp teeth grazed over the spot, tickling your skin and giving you goosebumps all over. With his lips puckered, he latched onto you, harshly sucking at your skin and leaving a deep bruise. When he was satisfied with what he’d left, he abandoned it to join the rest of the marks on your neck, moving on to kiss your collarbone.

He moved off of you, maneuvering himself around until he managed to get into a position in between your legs. With his hands now free, he was quick to cup your face, giving you a peck on the lips before speaking, “Please—let me make you mine. More than you already are. Please, let me take all of you.”

His hands slid down your neck, moving to fondle your chest through your shirt, “I’ll let you have me too. I’ll let you have anything you want. Just—Please. It’s all I want. You’re all I want.”

You could feel your face heat up, tears welling up at the idea of what being his could mean. Every sensical thought you had was being pushed away, your instincts—poisoned by his bite and clouded by your returning heat—inclining you to give yourself to him. In any other situation, you would say no. In any other situation, you would have already escaped and run away, giving no second thought to the werewolf that kidnapped you. In any situation where he hadn’t already bitten you, you wouldn’t think twice about rejecting him—but that wasn’t this.

You only had one answer to give, lifting your hand up to his face and holding it delicately, “You can have me, Eren.”

With your consent given, he smiled and his tail began to smack against the bed over and over, showing how excited he was. A little rougher than before, he was already groping and squeezing your breasts, growing eager to take you again. His crotch was pressed against yours, allowing you to feel the way his length grew as he touched you, struggling to become fully erect in the tight confines of his underwear.

Your body already felt hot again, a feeling similar to what Eren called your “heat” before. It grew more intense with each second, every touch or grind against you sending a strong wave of euphoria through your body.

“I’ll take such good care of you, bunny.” He said, grabbing your shirt and pulling it over your head. He threw it to the side—planning to come back for it later when you were done—and grabbed onto your chest again, pawing at your tits and rolling his thumbs over your hardening nipples. He grew rougher, grinding his hips into yours and moving one hand away from your chest, allowing him access to kiss your now unoccupied boob.

Eagerly, he popped the nipple into his mouth and lapped at it with his tongue, moving it around and flicking it. Already sensitive enough to his advances, shivers went across your body, and you couldn’t help but grind yourself against him, whimpering as the warmth began to pool in between your legs.

He sucked on it, gently pulling on and rubbing the other nipple with his fingers. You whined quietly, back arching so that your chest would push further into him, your brain so high on dopamine that all you could think about was the pleasure you were receiving. There was no way to take things slow when you were this excited.

“Eren—Eren, I want—want more.” You begged, your body starting to shake with need.

Eren pulled away from your nipple, but only for a second so that he could speak, “Now now, you have to be patient. I want to keep touching you. I said I want to take all of you, so I intend to touch all of you too.”

With a few more whimpers and squirms, you gave up on asking for more than suckling, because that was all he seemed to be focused on at the moment. He finally pulled back from your tit with a ‘pop’, eyeing the spit-covered and swollen nipple before beginning to kiss down your stomach, sliding both of his hands down to your thighs to spread them apart. The heat from your cunt could be felt on his chin as he reached your clit, his eyes never leaving yours as he wrapped his lips around it, sucking on it and reveling in the whines and cries that left your mouth. He held your waist, his arms underneath your legs and hands on the curve of your hips, slowly rubbing up and down and thumbs massaging them leisurely.

You could see his tail swaying, a clear sign that he was enjoying his time between your legs. A small giggle interrupted your whimpers while you moved your hand, threading your fingers through his hair and petting him. He raised an eyebrow at you, pulling his mouth away for a moment before switching to using his tongue, lapping and flicking the bud.

Your body jolted, the grip you had on his hair tightening, “Eren!”

He didn’t stop, the licks going from just on your clit to the entire slit; his tongue dragging up your cunt to taste how wet you were. It turned you into putty in his hands, and it took everything inside of you to not squeeze his head with your thighs and suffocate him with your pussy.

His grip on your waist grew, allowing him to pull you closer to his face and push his tongue into you. One of his hands moved to your groin, his thumb pushing against your clit and rubbing it up and down. The stimulation made you twice as sensitive, his tongue buried inside of you making you feel like you were drowning in bliss.

“It feels good, Eren. It feels so good.” You cried, grasping his head with both of your hands. He nodded, trying to rub his thumb even faster to milk more cute noises out of you. Your legs began to shake, your back arching as you absentmindedly ground your hips against him. You were getting close, you could feel it. The feeling pooling in your core was familiar—you were getting close.

“Eren—Eren, I’m going to—”

You couldn’t finish your sentence, being interrupted by Eren pulling away and sitting up, “No, you aren’t.”

Taking advantage of the temporary space between you, he ripped off his underwear and crawled back to you, situating himself in between your legs again with his cock sitting in between your thighs, “You’re not going to cum until I’m fucking you so deep that you can feel it in your stomach, got it?”

Tears formed in the corners of your eyes from being denied your orgasm, but you tried to ignore it. The sooner you could get him inside of you the better, and if you started crying that would undoubtedly get in the way.

“Yes—yes, sir.” You nodded fiercely, wriggling your hips and trying to turn yourself over, just assuming that his preferred position was doggy style because that’s the position you were in before. To your surprise, he stopped you—a hand on your waist pushing you down so that you couldn’t move.

“Don’t move. I want to see your pretty face this time.”

Your face grew even hotter than it already was, feeling flustered at his compliment. When you nodded, he smiled at you, cupping your cheek again and leaning down to kiss you. He was trying so hard to be gentle, especially knowing that he struggled to be most of the time. You smiled back at him, putting your hand over his and lacing your fingers with his.

He kissed you again, again, and again, finally moving back and sitting up all the way, letting go of your hand. This time, he focused on getting inside of you, grabbing his length and moving it back to your pussy. It was a small struggle to get the tip lined up with your opening, but when he did, he pushed it in hastily. He ended up forcing more in than just the tip like he intended—another example of how rough he was without meaning to be—but you didn’t seem to mind, your head thrown back with your eyes squeezed shut, letting out an abundant amount of moans and whimpers into the palm of your hand.

You watched as he continued pushing into you, barely giving you any time to adjust. With how wet you were, it went in easily, allowing you to watch a bulge form in your lower stomach in real-time. For a moment, you thought you would pass out with him so deep inside of you, already so close to touching your cervix—but you managed to stay awake through heavy panting, allowing him to keep pushing deeper and deeper.

What really sent you over the edge, though, spiraling into a mess of high-pitched whimpers, was when he pressed his palm against the bulge, stroking your pelvis and groaning at the feeling of his cock so deep inside of you. You managed to wrap your legs around him, locking him in place and pushing him closer to you—eliciting a long, drawn-out moan while you squeezed him so tightly that he thought he was going to cum right then. He struggled to pull himself out, wanting to stay buried in your warm pussy—but if he didn’t, he might finish a lot sooner than he intended to. As he did, making sure he left only the head inside, you let out a loud whine, begging for him to put it back in.

With little warning, he thrust his hips into yours, pushing everything back inside of you swiftly. After that first thrust, he began to move more steadily, keeping his hand pressed to your lower abdomen to feel himself fucking into you. Your slew of moans every time he buried himself back to the hilt were like music to his ears, urging him to go faster—to fuck you until you were a crying, shaking mess, begging for him to pull out because you couldn’t take anymore.

“Feel good?” He asked.

Your response came out as a whine.

“Use your words, bunny.”

“Yes—Yes, feels so good Eren!” You gasped, feeling your entire body shake as his cock stretched you out over and over.

He moved his hands, grabbing your waist and lifting it up with little effort—allowing him to get even deeper with the new angle. You grabbed onto the blankets underneath you, crying out his name and trying to move your body in sync with his, making your tits bounce as he picked up the pace. He managed to hook his hand underneath you, allowing him to continue holding you up while he used his other hand to rub your clit, sending a wave crashing over you as he repeatedly hit your cervix. The pain felt good—so good that you felt like you were going to melt as an orgasm ripped through your body, making you cry out for Eren while your legs spasmed.

You weren’t given a chance to rest, Eren instead dropped you and leaned over your body, putting his face close to yours as he continued to pound into you. He licked the tears that fell from your eyes, grabbing one of your hands and pinning it next to your head with your fingers intertwined together.

“You’re so fucking pretty. So so pretty—and you’re all mine,” he leaned into you, groaning as he ignored how sore his legs felt in favor of fucking you faster, as fast as he could manage. You were forced to ride through your orgasm, being pushed to another one quickly with how tender you were now. You felt so full, like you were packed to the brim with his dick—everything felt so warm and satisfying.

When you finally managed to open your eyes, you were met with Eren’s half-lidded, piercing green ones. Both of you were panting, sweaty, and sticky messes, but that didn’t stop you. You wanted more—and you both got it. Eren’s face was red, and you could tell that he was getting close—his thrusts were growing sloppier, more uneven—and you felt a knot forming at the base of his cock, just like you had the first time. You begged him to put it in you, spreading your legs as wide as you could without feeling like your tendons would tear, making it easier for him to hit just hard enough that the bump could slip into you too.

With only a few more thrusts, his hips finally stuttered and snapped into yours one last time before his orgasm, his cock pulsating inside of you as he emptied his cum into you.

Before he could stop himself, he was already stuttering out, “Tell me you’re mine. Tell me who owns you. Who do you belong to,” his judgment clouded by his arousal.

“You, Eren! You, I belong to you!” You cried in response, your brain too filled with pleasure and longing to comprehend what you were actually saying.

He kept his hips grinding against yours, forcing himself to bear the overstimulation in favor of pushing you through the final release that you were begging for. Despite not being able to get any deeper than he was now, he continued to push, driving the head of his dick into your cervix again and again until your legs were shaking, wrapped tightly around his waist and holding him in place while you went through your climax.

After it was all over, he laid on you, head buried into your neck while you both panted and gasped, desperate for rest after expending so much energy. You used your free hand to lace your fingers in his hair, combing through it and comforting him after the taxing activity. His nose nuzzled against your neck, his breath tickling your throat and making you let out a small giggle—which made you smile.

As your heats faded, he was able to pull himself out but stayed on top of you, cuddling into you and holding you tight. You pet his head, shutting your eyes and relaxing under him, welcoming the comforting heat he emitted.

A couple of minutes passed, allowing both of you to catch your breath and unwind—and while doing so, the sticky mess in between your legs became more and more noticeable, but you were trying to ignore it in favor of staying cuddled up to him. Eren, however, had other plans; assuming that the abundance of cum spilled all over your thighs was uncomfortable for you, he got up to get something to clean you off with—much to your dismay.

You whined for him to come back, but he blew you off with a chuckle and continued to search for a rag. He moved quickly, not wanting to make you wait any longer than you had to—wetting the rag, ringing it out, and returning to you in seconds. After wiping your legs down and chucking the cloth with all the other dirty clothes, he jumped back into bed and pulled you into him. You nestled against his chest, content with your position until you felt a hand on your stomach, stroking it up and down as gently as he could.

“Do you think it worked?” Eren asked, sliding his hand over your tummy in slow circles.

Biting your lip, you put your hand over his and responded with hesitance, “I forgot about that.”

You leaned into him more, shutting your eyes and letting a few tears slip down your cheeks. It was so easy to forget the reason you were here when you were intimate with him, and now it was biting you in the ass. There was very little chance that you would be able to make it out now, especially if you did end up pregnant. Even if you did, god knows what lengths he would go to to find you again. You were stuck.

Eren noticed your tears and immediately jumped into action, wrapping his arms around you and petting your head. He cooed sweet words and meaningless reassurances, managing to calm you with little effort.

You wanted to hate him. You really did—but physically, you just couldn’t. All because of a stupid bite mark. At least, that’s what he says is the cause.

It hurt. It truly hurt, but there was nothing you could do about it now. You were stuck; like a rabbit caught in the jaws of a wolf—you were helpless. You would never see your family or friends again—at least not anytime soon. All you could do was learn to accept it, or at least pretend to.

So that's what you did, curling up into Eren and wrapping your arms around him as he covered you both with a blanket, squeezing your eyes shut while you tried to sleep. He held you there, relaxing with your presence.

“I love you, bunny.”

“I love you too, Eren.”

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yandereshingeki · 1 year

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Eren’s Birthday

Birthday Boy! Eren x Fem! Reader

Eren J Masterlist

Word Count: 3.3k

Pairing: Eren x Reader

Content: Smut, Fluff, Friends to lovers

Content Warnings: Fem bodied reader, friends to lovers speedrun, Idiots in love, reader and Eren are fumbling idiots, mentions of eating cake (the food lol), Eren gets a teenie bit possesive, Awkwardness, Cunnilingus, implied sex, very fluffy

Summary: You have a special birthday surprise for your best friend Eren that will finally push your relationship in the direction you’d both been longing for.

Happy Birthday to Erennnn!! 🎉🎉 fictional character birthdays r so fun

Managed to get this out in like 3 days, but it was absolutely exhausting to finish so quickly lol

hope u enjoy it even though it’s a bit rushed <3

“It’s almost my birthday, y’know. Why don’t you let me eat you instead of getting some dumb cake or something.”

It was a single, drunken comment he let slip nights ago when you were drinking together at his home. A small glimpse into the desire that’d grown inside of him as your friendship blossomed into something more—something you were both too afraid to confront. He’d put his arm around you in public, hold you on his lap at parties, call you pet names and even kiss you on the face when you were both cuddled up in bed after spending the whole day together—but it’d never gone further than that. Before his comment, you could always claim your clinginess to each other was just a close friendship, but what he said—what you both really wanted—went far beyond that.

How it even happened, you don’t know. It just did. One moment you were just two friends, hanging out together in your large group, the next you were spending your nights alone with him, curled up in his arms under his plush comforter while brushing your hands through his hair.

Neither of you wanted to address the big question, waving off friends when they’d ask, “What are you?” But you couldn’t avoid it forever. It’s how you ended up where you were now, hot-faced and barely ready for what you knew would be coming when Eren made it to your house to celebrate his birthday.

You’d ignored it the morning after he first made the remark. Both of you were too hungover to think, and neither of you were well enough to talk about it. Following that, there was an awkward tension whenever you were together, the comment going undiscussed because you were too afraid to address it. Eren’s face was always red when he interacted with you after that too, and it always seemed like his mind was preoccupied. But today you were determined to be the one that finally brought it up, and finally pushed your relationship forward when he arrived. It was long overdue by now.

“I’m here.” You received a text with a knock at the door.

Picking up your phone, you rushed past the kitchen of your tiny apartment and threw the door open, greeting the birthday boy with a friendly smile and stuttering voice, “Eren!”

He stared down at you, his vert-colored eyes almost glowing when he met yours. His cheeks were a soft red hue, and his eyebrows were furrowed and slightly upturned, effectively making him look like a sad puppy. He always made that heart-wrenched face around you. You thought it was cute.

“Hey.” He replied, stepping into the apartment and kicking his sneakers off next to all of your shoes by the door. You closed it behind him as he entered, helping him take his faux leather jacket off to hang it up with yours on the wall hooks above the shoes.

When you saw his face again, he had the sweet smile on it that always made your heart race and your knees weak. He was staring down at you, waiting for you to tell him what you were going to do first, but you were too busy admiring his expression to realize what he wanted.

“So,” he finally caught your attention and interrupted your ogling, “What’s the ‘special surprise’ that you were so excited for me to see today?”

“I’ll tell you in a bit! Just sit at the table while I grab your cake. Presents can come after.” You pushed him to the kitchen island, pulling out one of the tall stools for him to sit on while you grabbed his birthday cake out of the fridge. It was a small vanilla cake, covered with light blue frosting and a white frosted border, the perfect size for just the two of you to share.

You placed it on the island next to him, popping the plastic cover off and grabbing two forks out of the silverware drawer and a single candle out of the junk drawer, along with a lighter for it. With everything you needed, you walked to the other side of the island and hopped onto the stool next to Eren, sticking the candle into the center of the cake. Finally, you slid it in front of him and lit the candle, a gentle smile on your face as you said, “Happy birthday!”

“Thank you,” he replied, quickly blowing out the candle, “Can I see what the surprise is now?”

You almost giggled at the impatient look on his face, a dejected pout growing adorning it at your response, “Seems like someone’s impatient. Can’t we eat at least a little bit of cake first?”

Truth be told, you were nervous. You were so anxious about telling him what his special “surprise” was because it would either push your relationship in the direction you’d both been yearning for, or hurt it and make things even more awkward than they already were. And you would be so embarrassed if things went poorly, especially with the bold idea you had planned. You just wanted to bide your time for now while you internally built up enough courage to confront it.

“So you’ll give it to me after we eat?” He asked again, already grabbing a fork and stabbing it into the corner of the frosted pastry.

“Sure, Eren. Sure.” You replied while doing the same, plucking the slightly melted candle out of it and putting it to the side before you continued.

The two of you ate in silence after that, enjoying your designated sides of the tiny square cake that was barely 5 inches big. At least you were, because when you looked over at Eren, he was shaking faintly. The red on his cheeks was even deeper than before, and he looked almost nervous compared to the soft face he was making earlier. It was strange. He didn’t have anything to be nervous about, did he? Not like you did, anyways.

The quiet was strange too. Usually, you would have found something to chatter and ramble about to each other, but there was just… nothing. Nothing but the awkward tension in the air as you finished up your slices.

Eren was the first to put his fork down, choosing to stare blankly at the table instead of using his phone while he waited for you to finish next. It was clear that his mind was preoccupied, but you couldn’t tell with what. Maybe he was thinking about the “surprise” you had planned? If that was the case, it made you feel compelled to finish faster just to give him the satisfaction of knowing what it was so he would stop looking so dejected.

When you threw your fork to the side, Eren perked up, already getting excited for what he knew was coming next. You couldn’t help but smile at it, the way his eyes sparkled whenever he was eager for something. Not wanting to make him wait any longer, you took the dirty cake-covered forks and empty cake plate, quickly throwing the utensils in the sink and the cardboard piece into the bin. After, you walked back to him and took his hand, gripping it tightly as you looked him in the eyes, “Ready for the surprise now?”

He was nodding his head rapidly before you could even finish, forcing a giggle out of your throat at his enthusiasm. With that, you took him to the living room and sat him down on the couch, telling him to stay put as you ran into your bedroom to grab your backup gift.

Coming back, you noticed his foot bouncing nervously on the floor, and his eyes shifting around the carpet until he noticed you were standing there. Then, his attention was on you again, though it was still obvious he was anxious about something. It only became clearer the closer you came, his hands still shaking and sweat forming on his forehead.

You sat next to him, putting the paper gift bag on the coffee table and taking in a deep breath before looking up, meeting his bright eyes that had your stomach doing flips. He looked so expectant for what you were about to give him, it made you even more nervous.

“So… I know I got you the dumb cake that you didn’t want as much,” You finally let it out, watching him gulp at your words because he immediately knew what you were referring to, “but I thought that —that if you wanted to, I’ll let you have the other thing you wanted too.”

The more you spoke, the quieter you got, the pressure getting so bad that you couldn’t look him in the eyes. Everything was so tense, you felt like you were going to explode.

“Oh—Oh my god… I thought that was what it was but—hearing you say it out loud is so much… different.” Eren responded, almost wheezing as he covered his face with his hand.

“You know that was what I was going to say?!” You almost shouted, feeling your face begin to boil as you realized that was what his mind was so distracted by the entire time he was there.

“I mean—I thought but I wasn’t sure! But now that you’ve said it—oh my god.” With his free hand, he covered his crotch to hide the growing stiffness in his pants.

You stayed like that for a moment, hiding in your hands while you tried to recover from the high of the truth finally coming out. Eren was quicker to relax than you after that, finally moving his hands in favor of quietly scooting closer until your thighs were touching, reaching out to grab one of your hands, “Um—Can I actually… have my gift? Right now?”

Your jaw dropped as he finished talking hardly able to spit out your reply, “Right now? You mean—You mean on the couch?”

“If it’s ok with you… I… I’ve wanted to do something like this with you for so long that I just… don’t want to wait anymore,” The grip on your hand grew as he spoke, his eyes drifting to the floor, “I’d really like to.”

You only thought about it for a second before nodding, putting your hand other over his and leaning closer to him. Your face lingered close to his, getting dangerously close before he closed the gap with his surprisingly soft lips against yours.

He pushed you back while he kissed you, his arm on your back to support you as you were slowly pinned against the couch. You moved your arms around his neck to keep him pressed against you, relaxing into the feeling of his body enveloping yours. All of the tension that’d built up was melting away, the months of buildup finally reaching a climax.

When he did pull away, it was only to take in air before his mouth was on yours again, his limbs tight around your body and your legs tangling together. He could have his gift soon—but first, he wanted to kiss you, just like he’d wanted to do so many times before. Like he wanted to whenever you were curled up, asleep in his arms after spending the night, or on the multiple occasions when you’d come back to him after a long day of school, completely skipping your apartment just to barge into his. He wanted to kiss you for hours, to never pull away so you would never have to be away from him again. He wanted the comfort, the satisfaction of knowing that in that moment, you were all his.

One of his hands made its way to intertwine with yours, pinning it beside your head while your fingers bent over each other’s knuckles to lock your palms together. His hold was so comforting, you never wanted to leave it.

Again, because of the necessary evil that was oxygen, he had to pry himself away from you to breathe—but this time, he didn’t go back to meet your lips, instead laying soft kisses against your jaw, all the way down to the base of your neck while you let out tiny gasps from the loose hairs from his bun tickling against your face. It was such a gentle act that made your face grow hot and a warm feeling pool between your legs, ever ready to be eaten by the man on top of you.

“Can I take your pants off?” He looked up at you, eyes pleading for him and telling you how badly he wanted it. The look made you so nervous that you could barely speak, only being able to nod as the hunger for you took over inside of him. He sat up quickly, lifting your shirt just enough to unbuckle your belt and unzip your jeans, not even bothering to slide them off fully before he was moving in between your legs again. His speed almost had you squealing; you were unprepared for him to be this insatiable.

It took you a minute to realize that he was just… staring at your panties, his eyes glued to the wet spot that stained them. If he wasn’t between them, you would’ve clamped your legs shut right then, but since you couldn’t, you were forced to address his hesitance to take them off, anxiety lacing your voice, “What’s wrong, Eren? There’s nothing wrong, is there?”

“Are you—Are you really that wet already? I haven’t even done anything.”

You wanted to shrink from embarrassment when he said that. “Yes… I am… And this is really embarrassing so could you please just take them off already?” You begged him, resting your legs on his back while he hooked his fingers into your panties.

“But what if I want to keep staring? It’s kind of cute…” He couldn’t help but tease, curious to see your reaction.

“Eren… please. I’ll take the gift back!” You threatened, bouncing your foot on his back to urge him.

A pout formed on his lips while he finally slid them down to join your pants, holding your thighs after to squish them and ensure your legs remained spread, “That’s not fair! You’re already giving it to me!”

His gaze moved back down to your cunt just before he was about to lean in, and only then did he realize that you were freshly shaven. It made him blush just thinking that you might’ve shaved just for him, and that he was the only man that was getting the privilege of having you like this for his birthday.

“I didn’t know you were shaved down here.” He commented, eyes flickering up to yours to listen to your response.

“I did, just for this. I spent a long time making sure everything was clean down there so you better enjoy it.”

He could feel his heart flutter as you responded, replying with vigor in his voice, “I absolutely will. To the fullest.”

With that, he looked back to your wetness to admire it more, tracing his eyes over your folds and licking his lips at the sight of it. Every part of you was beautiful to him, and this just confirmed it.

He leaned in, sticking his tongue out slowly and taking a hesitant lick up your slit, gathering your flavor on his tongue and learning what you tasted of. He went in for another lick, and another, the speed of his laps growing until he latched onto your clit.

You tangled your fingers in his hair, letting out whimper after whimper as he dragged his tongue over your sensitive bud. It was such a new sensation that fire to your entire body.

When he started to suck on it, you had to hold yourself back from squeezing his head with your thighs, your nerves going haywire.

He looked up at you, watching your face contort with pleasure as he sucked even harder and gripped your thighs tighter. You could barely keep your legs still, the feelings in your core making them twitch while you struggled to keep them open.

“Eren— Eren.” You moaned out, grabbing onto the couch as he tried to pull you closer and push his face further into your wetness. Your hips were grinding against his face the more he lapped at your cunt, the warmth inside of you growing the longer he ate you.

Subtly, he removed one of his hands from your thighs and moved it to your folds, gathering the slick on his middle and ring fingers before he slid them inside of you. His rough digits rubbing against your walls as he pumped them inside of you combined with the animalistic devouring of your pussy almost sent you over the edge. It was becoming too much to handle. You were going to snap.

He could feel you tighten around his fingers, your release growing closer as he kept going. He wanted to know what you tasted like and be the one to make you finish. He wanted to be the one you associated with that kind of pleasure.

“I want you to cum in my mouth. Please, please.” He begged, returning to attacking your clit while he thrust his digits into you. He was roughly grinding his hips against the couch as he fingered you, his length stiff and pushing against his pants uncomfortably. He was so hard from your taste that it was almost painful.

His fingers rammed against the more sensitive parts of your cunt, every little feeling sending lightning through your veins. His sucking, touching, and rubbing had built up so much tension inside you that it only took a few more moments of his fingers brushing against your insides before you unraveled.

You were crying out as you came, legs shaking as he kept sucking to milk as much of your orgasm as he could and prolonge it. He was licking it all up, tasting as much as he could as you came down from your high. He even pulled his hand away from your warmth to taste you better, pushing his tongue inside you for a moment just to know what it felt like.

By the time he pulled away, you were a panting mess, with disheveled hair and hot face exhibiting your exhausted body. His mouth and chin were covered in slick and spit, his eyes half-lidded as they gazed over your face.

You could see the bulge in his pants clearly, and it seemed evident that he wanted to keep your intimate moment going by the fact that one of his hands was gripping the hem of your shirt while he stared at you with pleading eyes.

“Does this… mean we’re a thing now?” He broke the quiet, asking the question everyone had been waiting to be answered.

A small smile formed on your lips before you could stop it, the idea that you were finally officially together making your heart feel full. You grabbed his shirt and pulled him up to meet you face to face, leaning up to place a quick kiss on his mouth before you spoke, “I’d like to be, if that’s what you want. And we can keep going, I can see how much you want to.

His face went even redder than it was before, getting embarrassed by his hard-on being so visible, but he wanted to focus more on the other topic first. Lacing his fingers with yours like he did when he kissed you before, he pressed your hand against the couch by your head and propped himself up with his other elbow, leaning down to kiss you with all the love he could muster in the moment. He didn’t want to pull away, but equally as eager to confirm what you’d been anxiously waiting for months, he managed to and gave you the words that made your hearts swell, “I’d love to be.”

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his ass does NOT have a pilots license!!!!!

#ch:erenj #eren jaeger #I reverse image searched this pic looking for the source…. but i couldnt find it…#if anyone gets the link for the aot airline collab plushies…. GIVE IT TO ME PLEASE #I NEED HIM #HES SMILING. I WANT SMILING EREN PLUSHIE

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yandereshingeki · 1 year

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Halloween Candy & Halloween Tragedy

Yandere!Eren J x Fem!Reader x Yandere!Jean

Masterlist

Word Count: 8.8k

Pairing: Eren x Reader x Jean

Content: Yandere themes, character death, smut, Eren & Jean fighting as per usual, dubcon

Content Warnings: Yandere themes, Murder, Death, Dubcon (coercion), noncon stripping/groping, unprotected sex, possessiveness, guilt, drugging (?) (reader consents and its just melatonin 😭), shower cunilingus, lots of groping, voyeurism, voyeurism that turns into a threesome somewhat (?), Eren spanks you once lmao, fingering, pet names (baby, sweetheart, angel), Aftercare, prone-boning, Implied kidnapping

Summary: After obsessing over you for quite some time, Eren and Jean do something unforgivable after Armin’s Halloween party.

Rushed to finish this in like 3 weeks 😭😭 not my favorite but! that’s ok. Very late halloween post i know <3 hope u enjoy!

They could never agree to anything—always picking fights with one another and pissing each other off over the smallest of things.

They could never agree to anything—except when it came to you.

They agreed that you were perfect—an angel fallen from the heavens and ending up with them, of all people. The day they met you was one they could never forget, still crystal clear in the back of their memories.

That day, that blissful fall day their dear friend Armin introduced them to his long-time partner. You.

They stood in shock, coffee cups in hand when he approached them that day at the mall, his arm wrapped around you with his hand resting on your hip.

Oh, you were so perfect.

From the sparkle in your eyes to how soft your hand was when they shook it to greet you. Even the way you spoke to them—your voice like a drug they were taking for the first time, sending them both on a high they’d never experienced before, a high they were about to get addicted to. You were perfect.

How did you end up with Armin? It wasn’t fair—such an angel ending up with someone that wouldn’t be able to protect them if something went wrong, if the wrong people—like them— ended up finding you.

The look they shared after Armin walked ahead, trying to lead the group deeper into the mall, was all they needed to tell each other, ‘we need to talk’

It was strange that for once, they both agreed that they could share. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that they knew neither of them could get away with what they wanted alone, or perhaps it was some sort of empathetic revelation that they could share something after all.

Either way, by the time they drove home from the mall that day, your fates were sealed. Both yours and Armin’s.

From there, things went by so fast. Suddenly, they were hanging out with Armin all the time, always insisting that he bring you along. Armin was smart—they knew that, so how he never noticed their increasing interest in his partner, they’ll never know. Not that it mattered anyway, because they wouldn’t have stopped at anything to have you.

It was even more shocking, however, that no one noticed the two of them cooperating more than usual. The fights, reduced to bitter remarks with no rebuttal from the other. Every argument squashed with one look from the other that said, ‘you remember why we have to get along now, don’t you?’

Perhaps they did notice—but just assumed the reasons behind it were innocent, or maybe they were just happy that the annoying bickering stopped. Perhaps if someone had said something or cared enough to figure it out, they could have saved you and Armin.

From the moment they got that invitation to his friends-only Halloween party, it was over. With everything ready, all they had left to do was set their plan into action. After months of planning and doing their damnedest not to fight, it was time for them to reap the rewards of their efforts.

How funny was it, that you were dressed as an angel, matching more with them in their devil costumes than with your own boyfriend who wasn’t dressed up at all. It was a little shameful, to be honest. You deserved someone more willing to show off your relationship, someone who wouldn’t hesitate to show everyone who you belonged to. Like they could. Like they would.

The party couldn’t go by faster; even the alcohol didn’t help to speed things up. Hour by hour, game after game, shot after shot—it was finally over. One by one, everyone slowly called it a night and began to leave, saying their final goodbyes to the party’s host. And finally, it was just you four. All they had to do was wait for a moment alone with Armin. And that would be it.

“I’ll take out the trash!”

Perfect.

Two trash bags were all the party produced, which wouldn’t take long to drag outside. With your absence, they could finally go through with it. The second you walked out the back door with the plastic sacks, their plan was set into motion.

Jean made his way to the kitchen, plucking a knife from the wooden holder sitting on the counter. Eren began a conversation with Armin, distracting him from his partner in crime sneaking up behind him.

Swiftly, the knife was plunged into Armin’s backside, stabbing straight into his heart. He tried to scream and cry out, but it was no use as Eren slapped his hand over his mouth.

Jean removed the knife with a tug, leaving the wound vulnerable and open. Armin was quick to go limp in their arms, the two lowering him slowly to the floor as he drifted into demise. Soon enough, he was gone—leaving the two remaining boys to themselves as they mourned him quickly and quietly.

When you came back, you immediately noticed your friend’s positions on the floor, both of them holding your bloodied boyfriend in their arms. You eyed them for a minute, taking a step forward before noticing the pool of red they knelt in. The pool of red coming from your boyfriend.

Screaming, you stumbled back and made a beeline to the nearest bedroom. The one you and Armin shared.

Jean and Eren cursed loudly, chasing after you as fast as they could only to be stopped by a door slammed in their faces. On the other side, you turned the lock and slid down the wood, curling into a ball and sobbing into your knees.

Your boyfriend was dead. Your boyfriend was dead and your best friends killed him. You couldn’t believe it.

Eren was the first to grab the doorknob, wriggling it violently and pounding on the door when it didn’t open.

“Let us in! Come on, don’t make this harder than it has to be!” He shouted, rattling the knob and shaking the door in its frame.

Before he could attempt to throw himself at the door, Jean stopped him and pointed out the lock on the handle. It was a privacy lock, a small indent on the outside of it allowing anyone to unlock the door with as little as a penny—which they happened to have, along with an abundance of other change in their pockets.

When you heard the click of the lock unlocking, adrenaline rushed through your veins. You grabbed onto the handle, trying your damnedest to hold it in place because as far as you knew, your life depended on it. Everything was blurred with tears, the sweat on your palms making it even more difficult to hold on.

As the knob slipped from your hand, the door flew open—sending you flying to the side with it. You let out a shrill scream, collapsing as Jean and Eren ran in. You expected to meet the same fate as your boyfriend—but to your surprise, they both knelt down and hugged you as tight as they could.

The squirms and sobs that followed were expected, the two holding you tighter with every movement you made. You screamed for Armin, demanding to know what they did to him—but neither answered. Instead, they squeezed you until you finally gave up, your legs falling limp while you sobbed into Eren’s chest.

Eren put his hand in your hair, petting your head while Jean buried his face into your neck, his chin scratching your shoulder.

“Hey… it’s ok, we aren’t gonna hurt you. We’re just taking something that should’ve belonged to us in the first place. We’ll take care of you now.” Jean pecked your cheek, one of his arms around you moving so he could caress your waist.

Eren nodded in agreement, kissing your forehead and pushing himself closer to Jean until you were pressed in between them, your back flush against Jean’s chest and your chest against Eren’s. You cried and cried, trying to wriggle and squirm away from their touch. There was nowhere for you to go.

“Shh, shh… just relax, we’re gonna take good care of you. We’ll make you forget all about what you saw.” Eren cooed to you, kissing down your face until his lips landed on yours. Expectedly, you flinched and immediately threw your head back into Jean’s chest, trying to avoid him as he leaned in further and continued to try and kiss you.

Growing tired of your thrashing, he just grabbed your jaw with one hand and forced you to kiss him. No matter how much you seemed to cry or squirm, he wasn’t stopping. And neither was Jean, who pressed soft kisses into the back of your head, his hands slowly creeping up to your chest as he did.

You wondered how this was supposed to be comforting to you. Two of your best friends killing your boyfriend and then trying to do what only he was allowed to do. It felt horrible. Everything was going too fast.

You squeezed your eyes shut, even more tears flooding your face. As much as you squirmed, nothing seemed to work to get you away from them. They were so much stronger than you, holding you down with ease. It had you feeling sick.

Blood was all over the floor—and on them and you. Your boyfriend’s blood.

Almost as if he noticed the drying gore at the same time as you, Jean pulled away from your neck and looked around the floor, looking at Eren and clearing his throat, “We should clean ourselves up, Eren… We’re getting blood on them.”

“Where are we supposed to clean ourselves? The sink?” Eren responded, pulling away from his kiss, forgetting that he wasn’t just a guest at this house anymore.

“The shower, dipshit.” Jean snapped.

“Oh, yea.” Eren looked to the floor, slightly embarrassed by his lack of thought.

Jean sighed and stood up, pulling you up with him by the arms.

Eren followed after him, grabbing your waist as you tried to struggle again. He gave Jean a quick smirk, not giving him time to disapprove of whatever he planned to do before he was already committing to it.

You let out a yelp as Eren bent down and picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder and walking into the large bathroom you used to share with Armin. He flipped the light switch, revealing the makeup brushes and eyeshadow palettes sitting out on the sink that you had told Armin you’d put away after the party. The clothes you’d both been wearing before were messily thrown into the hamper. Your towels were still hung up on the towel bars. Everything was still in its place like it was before the party—the party you wished had never happened.

Jean followed in after, sliding open the glass shower door and turning the knob to hot. He grabbed some of the clean towels from a wire storage shelf next to the toilet, throwing them over the shower door’s frame. Next, he grabbed the cheap plastic horn headbands from his and Eren’s heads, tossing them on the floor.

Eren put you down, pushing you onto your knees and holding you there, refusing to let your begging and cries get to him as he began to tug your costume off of you.

Jean undressed himself next to you, taking off his cheap devil wings and pointy clipped-on tail to throw them in the growing costume pile. He paused after, taking a moment to stare at your now exposed self after Eren had just stripped you of your halo, wings, and dress.

Underneath everything, you were wearing a white, expensive-looking pair of white lace bra and panties, most certainly intended for Armin. Although, that didn’t matter anymore—because no matter who it was for—it belonged to them now. You belonged to them.

You cried as Jean reached forward and caressed one of your tits, causing you to recoil back and fling your arms over your chest. You wanted to shrink down and hide in a corner, away from them. This was humiliating.

Acknowledging your discomfort, Jean pulled his hand away and continued to undress, taking off his black turtleneck shirt and matching black pants with his boxers. He discarded the clothes, moving Eren aside so he could do the same while he finished undressing you.

The tension was uncomfortable as he reached behind you, going to unclip your bra. You had your head turned to the side to avoid accidentally looking at his third leg, and you could only curl up to protect yourself because of how they had you back into a corner.

You tried looking past Jean—at anything else—but your eyes were met with Eren’s dick instead. Almost immediately, you whipped your head away and squeezed your eyes shut—which would have amused the boys if you weren’t still crying your eyes out.

After managing to pry off your bra from underneath your arms, Jean had to pull you onto your feet to strip off your final garment. You protested, trying to collapse back into the ball you were in previously, but Eren held you up with his arms around your torso while Jean pulled down your panties.

It felt like you were betraying your boyfriend. Even though he was dead, it felt like you were betraying him. Your darling boyfriend that you loved so much. You couldn’t believe he was dead.

You cried more at the thought of him, and at the fact that you were now naked in front of the very people that took him away. You felt disgusted and disgusting. This feeling was hell.

The shower was more than warmed up by now, so Jean slid open the glass door again and pulled you in with him, Eren following close behind you. It was a little cramped with 3 people, but not so cramped that they couldn’t look at or touch you.

You felt so exposed with the two of them ogling your body, and you felt even more uncomfortable knowing they were both fighting the urge to touch it. You could see it in their eyes and the way they stared down at you like predators drooling over their prey. They looked like they wanted to tear you apart.

The stream of water dripping down them and flooding the drain was red with the blood that washed off of them. It was disgusting to look at, and it felt even grosser to have some on yourself. Your own boyfriend’s blood was all over you. All over them.

You began crying again, incapable of holding it in at all. Everything you’d known collapsed in less than an hour, how else were you supposed to react?

Jean and Eren panicked, trying quickly to comfort you by wrapping their arms around you and wiping the blood away, but it only served to make things worse. Their hands were stained with murder, and you didn’t want it on you.

“It’s ok, it’s ok… don’t cry.” Eren tried to wipe your tears, ignoring how you turned away from him and attempted to push his hand. He tried to kiss your face, cupping it to hold you in place while he did. Instead, his lips touched your cheek, so he tried to go along with it and kiss down to your jaw and neck.

You tried to back away, forgetting that Jean was behind you and only pushing yourself further into his chest. He instinctively put his hands on your waist, making your body tense up with anxiety.

Eren looked from you to Jean, meeting eyes with him for a minute before he quietly knelt down in front of you, sliding his hands below Jeans onto your hips. He kissed your stomach, eyes glaring up at you as you grew more and more uneasy.

“Eren, what—what are you doing?” You asked through fading tears, putting your hands on his head and fingers digging hesitantly into his scalp. If you weren’t in the shower, sweat would be rolling down your face. Your brain was going a million miles an hour and you couldn’t focus on anything except the loud beating of your racing heart.

“I’m trying to help you forget, and since you don’t want me kissing your face I thought that maybe I could kiss you,” He paused, moving one of his hands to hold you steady while he threw your leg over his shoulder, “right here.”

You couldn’t move. Your body was frozen. Everything felt like it was going in slow motion as you watched him lean in, placing his lips on your clit. You tightened your grip on his hair which was still neatly tied in a tight bun, trying to pull on it. He didn’t budge, kissing the tender spot between your legs over and over as you failed to protest.

With your attention occupied by Eren, Jean took his chance to grope you rather roughly, squeezing your tits and fondling them vigorously. His fingers grazed over your nipples repeatedly, turning them stiff and extra sensitive the more he rubbed and touched them.

“J-Jean—Jean—“ You stuttered, putting one of your hands over his. You wanted to tell him to stop—you wanted to scream at him and push him away, but you just couldn’t. You couldn’t bring yourself to do it. You tried, but you were silent as your mouth hung agape.

Hearing you whimper his name like that had Jean rutting against you, trying to force himself even closer to you than before. He wanted to feel you more and more. Hips grinding on yours, hands groping and feeling you. He needed more.

“Hey… pay more attention to me,” Eren whined, frowning about your shift in attention. He moved back to your clit and stuck his tongue out, beginning to lap at your bud while he stared up at your face. Jealousy was eating him inside. Why didn’t you say his name like that first? He was the one that was between your legs, and he was the one that came up with the idea that led to this. It wasn’t fair that you were moaning for horse face instead.

Eren watched as your face contorted into a mix of pleasure and pain, tears welling up in your eyes but refusing to fall. He latched onto your clit, sucking on it and occasionally flicking over it with his tongue in an effort to milk more sweet sounds out of you. You squirmed but only ended up grinding yourself onto his mouth, so you stopped and tried to hold still instead—which wasn’t very effective.

“Being good for us now, are ya?” Jean hummed, placing his lips on the crook between your shoulder and neck, showering it with light pecks and kisses trailing to your nape. He latched on, beginning to suck away at your skin and leave a large bruise. You had dozens of fading hickeys from Armin, and he was determined to replace them with his own. He needed to show you that you were his now. His.

Slowly, your tiny whimpers of objection began to turn into more carnal whines fueled by the lewd things they’d been doing to you. Things were growing fuzzy, your brain wanting to forget what you had seen.

Eren was getting rougher, making sure to be as loud as he could when he ate you out to subtly brag to Jean about how much he was enjoying it. You felt every moan and every hum on your clit, turning you so heated that you were practically dripping on his face. He had your legs shaking and crumbling under you, turning you into jelly. Just like Armin used to.

Jean had to hold your waist to keep you from falling, still groping you as you nearly went limp. All you could think about was Armin and how you would melt over his touch just like this. You already missed him so much. It was torture.

You couldn’t hold the tears back anymore, whimpering out a quiet “Ar—min…!” through desperate pants as you started to cry again.

Eren froze, as did Jean. For a moment, you thought that maybe they’d changed their minds about what they were doing. That’s what you’d hoped for, anyways—until Eren stood up in front of you, and you saw the furious scowl on his face.

It wasn’t one of the ridiculously overexaggerated frowns he’d have after losing a game to your boyfriend—it wasn’t the kind you could belly laugh at because of how stupid it looked.

This frown was terrifying. It made your heart drop into the pit of your stomach. It made your tears stop out of pure terror.

You felt Jean let go of your waist and chest, replacing his hand on the side of your neck. Your body tensed up again, your face turning hot with anxiety as his hand tightened.

“Let's move this to the bed, Jean,” Eren said, looking behind you at Jean. Your chest felt so heavy.

Not long after he said that, the shower was turned off. Eren slid open the door, stepping out and not even bothering to get a towel as he grabbed your wrist and yanked you out. He dragged you back into the bedroom, pulling you in front of him and pushing you towards the bed. Before you could even attempt to do anything or turn around, he had you bent over the bed, pushing your upper back down so that your spine was arched and your ass was pressed against him.

Jean sat on the bed across from you with his arms crossed, giving you a scowl that was as equally terrifying as Eren’s was. Without breaking eye contact with you, he questioned Eren, “Why do you get to go first?”

You tried to squirm as he finished speaking, not enjoying the implication of what he had said. In the end, it only made Eren push down harder, forcing a few whimpers out of you from the pain of your spine being bent.

“Because I’m the one that dragged them here! Now just shut up and let me do my thing, and you can have your turn with them when I’m done.” He pushed himself against you, allowing you to feel his erection against your heat.

He leaned forward, placing one of his hands by your head and snaking the other around your waist to feel as if you were still wet, pressing his chest against your back. As he did, you began to weep. It was starting to feel like you were being objectified, and you hated it.

You wanted to say something, beg them to think about what they were doing—but you still couldn’t. Nothing came out except desperate cries and hiccups. You looked to Jean, your eyes begging him for help, but he just sat there, staring at you with concern and guilt in his eyes.

After a full minute of watching you cry as Eren probed you, he finally spoke up, looking up at his friend, “Eren.”

“What?” Eren replied, returning his gaze and looking rather annoyed.

“There’s something wrong.”

“What do you mean?” He asked, pausing his actions and pulling his hand away.

“Look,” Jean said, pointing to you.

Eren leaned to the side to get a better look at you, his eyes widening as he got a good glance at your tears. He looked back to Jean, his expression screaming at him to do something because he didn’t know what to do.

Trying to stay calm despite his internal panic, Jean put his hand on your head to pet you while he tried to ask you why you were crying.

“What do you think?! I’m not—I’m not an object,” you managed out between sniffles and hiccups, “I’m not something for you to use.”

There was a momentary pause between them before you felt Eren wrap his other arm around you, his head resting on your shoulder. He nuzzled his face into your skin, his stray hair tickling you as he did.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized quietly, squeezing you tightly.

Jean put his hand over one of yours, holding it tightly and reassuring you, “You’re more than just an object to us.”

“You’re our everything,” Eren spoke right after, while Jean nodded in agreement.

“We just want to make you feel good and help you forget.”

“Please. Let us make you forget about everything. I promise we’ll be so good to you. Please.” Eren begged, putting even more of his weight onto you.

You knew there wasn’t much you could do in this situation. No matter what you said or did, they were going to take you in one way or another—sexually or physically. Part of you wanted to use the situation to distract yourself, even if nothing would be as good as Armin was. You just wanted to forget, to stop thinking about what you saw for even a second.

“Okay… Okay… fine. Do whatever you want, just—just please be gentle.” You said, wiping your tears on the sheets. Just thinking about fighting was exhausting. It was easier to just let them have their way with you, and at the very least you could pretend that one of them was Armin.

Both of them kissed the top of your head, moving away from you and giving you more space—at least Jean did, as Eren still had his hips pushed against you and was not planning to move any time soon.

He put his hand on your back again, running it slowly up and down your spine, attempting to soothe you instead of force you into the bed like before, “We won’t hurt you. We would never hurt you on purpose.”

Jean leaned down to kiss your head again, brushing one of his hands through your hair while Eren reassured you. He kept it there, even when Eren bent over you and began to kiss your nape and shoulder blade again, sucking a fee hickeys into your skin while he did.

You were quiet underneath them, no longer squirming or fighting. It made it so much easier for them to touch and comfort you like they wanted, and so much easier to do other things as well.

Eren stood up again, grabbing a handful of your ass and resuming where he left off before you started crying. He moved his hand to your inner thighs and felt between your folds, checking to see if you were still wet enough for him to keep going—and to his surprise, you were. Even after crying for the 3rd time that night, you were still wet from his tongue against you. He thought it was cute.

You let out a quiet gasp as he slid himself over your sex, moving his hips a few times to “test the waters” before he was ready to put it inside you. After that, he used his fingers to spread you apart, giving him better access to line his head up against you.

Taking in a deep breath, you prepared yourself mentally for what he was about to do. The grip you had on the bedsheets was turning your knuckles pale from how tight it was. You were so nervous.

Noticing how tense you were, Jean squeezed your hand and leaned down to rest his face next to yours. He massaged over your knuckles with his thumb, kissing your head repeatedly until you loosened your grip.

“Just relax, sweetheart. It’s ok.” He cooed, pressing his forehead against you. Glancing at Eren, he gave him a small nod to say that he was free to start.

With a small smirk, Eren pushed his hips into yours, successfully piercing your cunt.

You let out a loud whine, tensing up again as he filled you. As much as you tried to imagine it was Armin, it was so difficult. Eren felt nothing like him—and he was bigger. The way he held you, the way he gripped your hips so tight that it could leave bruises—it was nothing like Armin. Armin was soft and gentle with you, not rough like Eren. You couldn’t pretend he was Armin.

Pushing into you further, Eren was determined to get as deep as he could before actually fucking you. You were so tight, so warm. He wanted to feel it over his entire length.

Letting out a guttural groan, he bottomed out. Your ass squished against his thighs and he was pushing your upper body against the bed, leaning over you and forcing your back into a painful curve from your ass still being in the air.

His face turned red as he slowly slid out, cherishing every ounce of friction he felt. He could only make it halfway out before he succumbed to the urge and slammed back into you, earning another yelp as he got close to hitting your cervix.

“Be careful!” Jean snapped at him, gripping your clenched fist in his hand.

“Shut—the fuck up! Horseface!” Eren yelled back, groaning as he smacked his hips into yours.

With every thrust, you let out loud yelps and moans, your body lunging forward each time he fucked into you. The only thing that kept you from collapsing into the bed was Eren holding you up; your legs felt jello. Everything was so hot, you were burning up. Not only in your face, but in your intimate parts as well.

He filled you up so well. It made you feel so guilty to admit it but he felt amazing inside of you. So amazing that your wetness was dripping down your thighs. It felt even better when you clenched around him, urging him to bury himself in your cunt and stay there.

“Holy shit—oh my god baby, I’m gonna cum too early if you keep squeezing me like that!” Eren stuttered through his pants, increasing his speed while he leaned over you more and squished you against the bed.

The room was filled with pants, moans, and the sound of skin slapping against skin. It was loud. You were loud. Louder than you thought you would be. You were enjoying this more than you thought you would too.

Jean was getting jealous of Eren now, and it was obvious. He was scowling at him, gripping your hand that he forcibly pulled away from the sheets to hold. He wanted to steal your attention, but when he looked at you, you were too caught up in your own pleasure to notice his irritation.

Eren noticed the displeased look on his face and smirked, deciding that it would be funny to tease him, “What’s the—ugh—matter, Jean boy? You upset you gotta wait to have a turn with this perfect angel?”

Jean frowned at his taunts, letting out a quiet “ugh” before he retaliated, “You’re not gonna be laughing when I’m the one making them squirm!”

“Oh, really? We’ll—hah—We’ll see about that,” he groaned, pulling one of his hands back and giving you a hard smack on the ass, “but right now they’re mine.”

You yelped as he slapped you, feeling your eyes water from the sting. He spanked you fucking hard.

Quietly lifting your head up, you managed to stutter out through sniffles, “Please be more gentle.”

He stopped his pounding as soon as you said that, ignoring the murderous glare that Jean gave him as he bent over to kiss your head, the malicious tone in his voice from before disappearing and being replaced by the sweetest voice he could muster, “I‘m sorry, angel. I’ll ask you next time.”

He kissed up and down your nape a few times before standing up, beginning to thrust into you again but much slower than before. It was agonizing, and you almost preferred being spanked to this.

Suddenly, he was on top of you—pushing you down so that you would lay flat on the bed while he continued fucking into you. The new position felt strange until he slid his hand underneath you and found his way to your clit—then all of the feelings you had melted into pleasure. You were rutting against him as he ground into you, not even bothering to pull out and just relishing in your warmth. Even when he wasn’t moving, you felt so good and tight. He could feel himself nearing the edge.

“Baby, baby, oh baby, I think I’m gonna—fucking cum!” Eren managed to say, but not without moaning halfway through as he pushed his pelvis into you. He wrapped his free arm around you and humped against you as quickly as he could, finally reaching his limit and letting loose so that he could finish inside of you.

You were quick to follow his lead as he unraveled inside of you, his fingers rubbing against your clit while you were being stretched out by his length pushing you over the edge. His hips stilled against your twitching ones as you both savored the feeling of your orgasms, leaving a red-faced Jean speechless as he continued to wait for his turn.

He stared at you, growing more and more tempted to reach out and grab you away. He wanted to make you feel that pleasure all over again, but from him this time—and he was growing impatient waiting for it.

So impatient that the second Eren had the strength post-orgasm to push himself up and pull out of you, Jean was pushing him away and pulling you closer to him.

“Hey! What are you doing!” Eren shouted.

“It’s my turn now! You can’t complain!” Jean responded, sticking his tongue out at him as he pulled you up and onto his lap with your back against his chest.

Still delirious from your orgasm, you let him do as he pleased, sitting obediently in his lap and leaning on him.

Eren pouted, mumbling something about he wasn’t done and moving to sit at the head of the bed, leaning on your pillows. He crossed his arms and frowned, glaring intensely at the two of you.

Jean ignored him and continued on with what he was doing, feeling up your hips, outer thighs, and chest. He was much more touchy-feely than Eren was, it seemed; much more eager to caress your body than get to the point and fuck you.

“God, watching you with Eren was fucking agonizing…You’re mine now. Thank god.” He groped you, focusing on fondling your chest while he ground against you.

You melted into his touch, absent-mindedly grinding against him as well. Your brain was completely empty aside from lustful thoughts. All you could think about was keeping the dopamine high you were on so that you didn’t have to think about the heavy things you were suffering through.

Jean slid one hand down to your cunt, touching your clit and rolling over it with his fingers. Eren’s cum dripped out of you and onto Jean’s cock, making him shiver with disgust but push on despite that. He was regretting not being more assertive about sharing you earlier, but it didn’t really matter. He may not have earlier, but he was going to take you now no matter what. And then you would be filled with his cum instead of Eren’s.

“Does it feel better when I’m the one touching you, baby?” He asked as you, increasing the motion against your clit. You whimpered in response, not wanting to say or do something that would upset Eren. However, your lack of an actual response only made him rub faster, wanting to elicit anything that would irritate Eren.

“Jean—Jean!” You cried as he found an extra sensitive spot to touch on your bundle of nerves. After hearing you moan and seeing you squeeze your eyes shut, he sped up his fingers, not halting when your legs involuntarily closed together. Your back arched against his chest, and you couldn’t stop your legs from shaking and squirming.

Jean was smirking as he touched you, prying your legs apart so he could keep going. You writhed and whimpered in his arms, grabbing onto his legs underneath you while you clenched around nothing. The previous orgasm had already made you so sensitive, and with almost no time to rest, another one was building up quickly.

“Do you like this? Hm? Do you, baby?” He asked, dipping his fingers inside of you and continuing to rub your clit with his other hand. You could only nod as he thrust them inside of you, pushing them in and out of you at an intense pace. His fingers were so long and rough, but somehow gentle and loving at the same time—pausing to feel around your insides, trying to memorize every inch of you.

You leaned your head on his shoulder, finally opening your eyes and looking at Eren to see how he was doing. Instead of the angry look you expected, he was staring back at you with his dick in his hand, eyes half-lidded as he pounded into his fist.

Wondering why your breath had hitched, Jean turned his head in the same direction as yours, his mouth falling open when he saw what shocked you.

“Are you serious, Eren?” He asked, pausing everything he was doing to stare at him in disbelief.

Eren paused, growing embarrassed by both of your eyes on him. He covered his mouth and gave Jean his muffled reply, “Just shut up and keep going.”

“Oh? You think this is hot?” Jean teased him, smiling as Eren’s expression grew frustrated.

“I said shut up!”

“Whatever you want,” Jean said, pulling his fingers out of you and spinning you around on his lap so you faced him, and then turning his entire body so that your back was facing Eren.

It took him a minute to process what he had done and why, but once he did, a smug smile took over Eren’s face and he suddenly wasn’t as embarrassed anymore, “Thanks for the different view, Horseface.”

He leaned back against the headboard, one hand at his side and the other on his length while he stared at your ass. His cheeks were still red with embarrassment and lust, but he felt no need to hide it anymore.

Rolling his eyes, Jean moved one of his hands down to your ass, using the other to help position himself at your heat. He rubbed the head against your clit, gathering your natural arousal on himself before pushing into you ever so slightly.

“I’m putting it in now, ok?” He said, leaning his forehead against yours.

You nodded, your shaking hands reaching to grab onto his shoulders as he slowly guided your hips down his cock.

“Oh god, baby…” He moaned as he reached as deep as he could go, still trying to push you even further down. He buried his face into your neck, inhaling your sweet scent and trying to keep himself from going overboard. As much as he wanted to give you a chance to adjust, he also wanted to grab your hips and rail you like a human fleshlight.

While he was whimpering about how tight you squeezed him into your neck, you were more focused on getting used to this new feeling. Jean was less girthy than Eren, but a little bit longer—just long enough to touch your cervix, in fact. Even without any movement, just sitting on him, the tip of his dick was kissing it. It felt so strange—almost painful, but in a good way that had you clenching around him.

You were whining against his neck, trying not to squirm in his lap while he got comfortable, shifting around underneath you. His nails dug so tight into your hips you were sure you were going to bleed—but you didn’t care. You just wanted him to fuck you like it was the last thing he’d do.

Eren was already stroking himself again, biting his lip to hold back his noises. He was staring at your ass, trying to fantasize about being in you from behind while Jean did his own thing. He craved it so badly, but doing something intense like that after you’d already gone through so much just a little over an hour ago was not a good idea. Instead, he decided that it could wait for when you joined him and Jean at their shared apartment—maybe as a sort of celebration for finally catching you. That would be so much fun—for you and them.

“Ride me, baby, please.” Jean gripped the back of your head, leaning into you so that your chest was pressed against his and you were flush against him. He held you tightly, his legs shaking from holding back; he wanted to flip you over and fuck you like Eren did.

You tried to comply, lifting yourself up about an inch or two before falling down on him again; the way he held you gave you almost no room to move. You were stuck with him bottomed out in you no matter how hard you tried.

“Jean—Jean, I can’t move when you’re holding me like this…” you spoke quietly, whimpering at the feeling of his tip repeatedly pushing on your cervix.

Fumbling, he was quick to let go and lay back, mumbling a quiet ‘sorry’ as his hands slid from around you to your chest. For a minute, he just fondled you, pawing at and squeezing your tits before moving his hands to your hips, ready to help you move on his cock.

Before you could even start, he was already lifting you up and slamming you back down, thrusting his hips up to meet you halfway. You hadn’t even gotten a chance to do it yourself, instead being bounced on his length by him alone.

“Fuck! Fuck! Jean!” You cried, putting your hands on his chest as he began going faster, holding you up while he fucked up into you, bashing against your cervix. He stared at your chest, panting as he put all of his energy into taking you.

“Fuck baby, fuck, you feel so good!” He moaned in ecstasy, stopping for a moment to move his hands to your ass and get a better grip on you, “Even better than I dreamed.”

You were nearly in tears; He was already so fast for having just started, it was overstimulating.

“What happened to being careful, Jean-boy?” Eren asked, teasing him for his hypocrisy while he leaned forward and put his hand next to one of Jean’s, still stroking himself.

“Shut up!” Jean yelled out, smacking his hand away and fucking you even faster.

“Tch. Asshole.” Eren responded, leaning onto the headboard again and rubbing himself even faster.

You started crying, moans slipping past your lips as your cunt was ravaged. You were praying that he would tire out soon because you didn’t know how much more of this you could take. You were so sore and as good as it felt, it still made your insides ache.

Jean was panting heavily, beads of sweat rolling down his red face. He looked tired, almost dizzy—a direct result of exuding all of his energy too early. He slowed his hips, still trying to guide you to keep going, but he was too exhausted to keep going.

Instead of continuing where he left off, you sat on his lap, quiet and unmoving, as equally as tired as he was. You were so tired that you couldn’t even hold yourself up, your body collapsing on top of his.

Feeling pity for you and Jean—mostly you—Eren stopped his self-pleasuring to move closer, putting his hands on your hips and slowly grinding them down on Jean’s dick while he asked, “Do you need some help, Jean?”

He wanted to say no, to shove him away and keep going by himself, but Jean’s body was too tired to, and he was too desperate to finish inside of you. Swallowing his pride, he wrapped his arms around you and quietly replied, “Fine, Eren.”

With a smirk on his lips, Eren grabbed your hips and forced you to lift your thighs, guiding you down slowly and then repeating. All you did was raise and lower yourself, letting him do the work of positioning you.

Jean buried his face into your shoulder, whimpering as you moved at a much slower speed than before. He was holding you against him, trying to move his hips to help Eren, even if it wasn’t much.

You were basically just grinding against Jean, but it didn’t matter. You didn’t need to move much. As long as you got him to finish in the end, then it wouldn’t matter. As long as you got through this, it would be ok.

“Keep moving, baby. I need to take care of myself too.” Eren said, putting his pelvis against your ass so you’d grind against him and Jean as you moved. He grabbed his dick, stroking it while you moved against him. It felt good, but not as good as being inside of you—that’s something nothing would ever compare to.

Jean was starting to move faster again—not as fast as before, but still fast enough to build up to release quickly. He whispered sweet things into your ear, praising you for being good and telling you how amazing you felt. His voice was shaking and his hips stuttered against yours, the knot in his stomach building up quickly. You could feel it growing, the slow pleasure building in your lower abdomen inducing a fuzzy feeling in your chest.

Your cunt pulsed around him as he kept hitting your cervix, finally reaching your breaking point as you cried out, falling apart on top of him and letting out a single sob as you were filled by him. Everything felt so good that you could almost ignore the pain that you were sure would follow.

As you squeezed him, he could feel his release coming quickly, his cock twitching inside of you as the pressure grew. His orgasm hit like a brick, his hips thrusting into you a few more times before he bottomed out for the last time and held you there.

His cum mixed with Eren’s inside of you, dripping down onto his dick as he pulled out. His hips were still twitching as he held you, his face buried in the side of your head while he inhaled your intoxicating scent.

Behind you, Eren was also reaching his second climax, his hand going faster and faster and the warmth inside of him growing. He shut his eyes tight, imagining his fist was your pussy as he squeezed his dick until he came, his release splayed across your back. He’d fucked his hand hundreds of times before while thinking about it, but nothing could compare to what you actually felt like.

You whined, feeling uncomfortable at the warm fluid on your lower back. Eren leaned over you, breathing heavily but not panting. He was still for a moment, apologizing and massaging your waist before he moved away from you and Jean, getting off of the bed and heading to the bathroom to clean himself up.

After he was cleaned up and had his boxers back on, Eren grabbed a rag and wet it, making his way to the bed to clean you off. He wiped your back off, moving inside your thighs and cleaning the mess he and Jean made. Contemplating for a moment, he decided to be a good friend and clean the cum from Jean’s lap, tossing the rag to the side when he finished.

Jean thanked him, still clinging onto you as he rolled onto his side.

“Are you gonna get up now, horsie? We have shit to take care of.” Eren asked, shaking his shoulder and frowning when all he did was groan.

“Get my boxers and I’ll think about it.” He said, a tiny smirk on his face as he did.

Annoyed, Eren let out a long sigh and stomped into the bathroom to grab his underwear. When he returned, he threw them at Jean’s head and repeated, “Now?”

“Fine! Fine! I’m getting up!” Jean sighed as he sat up, kissing your head as he did. He slipped on his boxers and walked into the bathroom, the sound of cabinets opening and closing following.

As he left, your head followed him, trying to figure out what the “shit they had to take care of” was.

Eren walked up to you, pulling you into a sitting position and putting a finger over your mouth when you tried to ask what was happening. He turned away after, leaving you confused as he walked to the closet and dug through it. He pulled out a baggy gray sweater and walked back to you, tugging it over your head without asking and forcing your arms through the sleeves.

You looked down at the sweater, feeling your heart sink when you realized who’s it was.

“Armin…” You whimpered, tears welling in your eyes. The guilt and despair grew again as you realized what you did. You fucked your boyfriend’s murders. You let your boyfriend’s murderers fuck you.

Eren, who had gone back to the closet to grab a new pair of underwear for you, turned around as soon as he heard you sob, rushing to comfort you with your panties in his hand.

Jean emerged from the bathroom when he heard you, looking between you and Eren before asking, “What’s wrong? What happened?”

“What do you think, dumbass?” Eren replied, glaring at him while he wrapped his arms around you.

Jean scoffed and walked over, hugging you with Eren and petting your head.

You cried more, covering your face as the tears fell. The post-orgasm clarity was setting in, and it felt horrible.

Jean and Eren whispered to each other above your head, quiet enough that you couldn’t hear what they were saying. They spoke back and forth into each other’s ears, careful to make sure you wouldn’t understand.

After a minute of conversing in whispers, they both went quiet. Eren sat on the bed next to you, wrapping his arm around you and rubbing your shoulder.

“Put these on for me, ok?” He smiled, holding out your panties for you and shooting Jean a look that you couldn’t read, “We’ll take care of you.”

Nodding through tears and sniffles, you took the panties and put them on quickly, not wanting to feel exposed to them any longer. Eren kissed your head and pulled you into his chest, rubbing your shoulders and back to soothe you while you cried.

Without your eyes on him, Jean quietly left the room to get a glass of water from the kitchen. On the way there, he shielded his vision from the living room, trying to avoid seeing the upsetting scene more than he would inevitably have to when he went to clean it up. He did the same as he walked back, speeding by quickly to avoid the mess.

When he returned to the room, he handed Eren the glass of water and grabbed a small bottle of melatonin tablets from off the bathroom counter. He had taken it with him to the party as part of the plan, only retrieving them from his pants after he was done fucking you but promptly leaving them in the bathroom when he heard you cry.

He unscrewed the child-safety top, took four 5mg tablets out, and put it back on. You looked at him as he told you to hold out your hand, wiping your tears and runny nose with your other sleeve as you did. He handed them to you and told you to take them, so you did—without even thinking—the strawberry-flavored tablets dissolving on your tongue.

Eren urged you to drink some of the water before he put the glass down, moving closer to the middle of the bed so he could lie down with you. Jean walked to the other side, laying by your side and wrapping his arms around your waist, cuddling into you. Eren did the same, hugging your upper body and enveloping you in his and Jean’s warmth.

It was almost relaxing like this, being so warm and cozy. You could feel your eyelids become heavy and your tears dissipate in favor of a stuffy nose and red eyes, your body growing heavier with each passing second.

“Just relax, sweetheart. We’ll have everything taken care of by the time you wake up.” Jean said softly, running his hand up and down your thigh.

“It’s been a long night. Just sleep, baby.” Eren encouraged you, kissing your head and moving as close as he could to you. He caressed your cheek, overwhelming you with all the soft touches you were receiving. It made you so tired.

You were afraid to fall asleep. You were terrified of it, but couldn’t stop. It was too much by now, the drowsiness taking over and your eyes slowly shutting. Eren and Jean continued to coo and comfort you, finally telling you as you drifted to sleep what their plan was.

“We can’t wait for you to come home.”

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yandereshingeki · 1 month

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Eren gets to be cutie pie for his birthday <3 doesnt seem terribly happy about it though!

#he’s just embarrassed #happy birthday to MY BABY #forest draws #ch:erenj #eren jaeger #eren yeager #eren jaeger art #eren art #eren yeager art #aot #aot art #eren jaeger birthday #eren birthday

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yandereshingeki · 6 months

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Here it is!! My entire Eren collection😭 and also a small peak at my new but slowly growing JJK one lol

If anyone wants to know where I got certain things or to see things closer up or more in detail (like keychains or smth bc I know they aren't all visible, or even my other fandom collections bc I like showing off my little trinkets) then just lmk!! And I also would love to see other people's collections too... it can be more than just Eren, let me see any collection you have that you want to show off!!

#PLEASE EXCUSE HOW DUSTY EVERYTHING IS its right next to bird cages and they make so much dust… its impossible to keep clean longer than aday #not pictured is all of my silly graphic tees and my Eren shirt (literally the green one he wears in the show lol)#You cant see them but I have both of Eren's sanrio plushies on the bottom shelf of the cabinet 😭 theyre just buried under the tinier erens #I also have some mikasa and armin plushies so this technically isn't even all of my aot stuff #can you tell im irresponsible with my money btw #I even have 2 more eren plushies on preorder rn 😭😭 TAKE MY WALLET AWAY #ch:erenj #eren jaeger #attack on titan #eren yeager #aot spoilers

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yandereshingeki · 4 months

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Dilf!Eren drawing inspired by @bloompompom ‘s drabble about him and he baby 😞 he is occupying so much of my mind

haven’t drawn in a bit so i’m rusty, please forgive me (´༎ຶོρ༎ຶོ`)

#I miss drawing so much i wish it didn’t take me so long!!!!#i have so many wips #anyways im gonna try to work on my writing reqs #forest draws #ch:erenj #eren jaeger #dilf! eren #dilf!eren #eren yeager #eren jaeger art #eren yeager art #dilf eren

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yandereshingeki · 7 months

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Spiderman Eren! Made for @junibugs because of her spiderman eren wip 🫶

havent posted a finished eren drawing in a bit hope this satisfies everyone until the next one!

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yandereshingeki · 1 month

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HII HI HELLO EEVERYONE look at this beautiful comm i got from @bloompompom !!!!!! AND THANK YOU SO SO MUCH BLOOMY ITS SO PERFECT I LOVE IT!!!

#ch:erenj #me n eren core #AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHEHEHEHSHSHHSDDDSGHH……… eren……..#the way he’s looking at me… agaggehea i might die #!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#selfship #self ship #meant to post this earlier but i was with boyf…

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yandereshingeki · 3 months

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i am so normal about him

#ch:erenj #kisses him kisses him kisses him kisses him kisses him kisses him kisses him kisses him kisses him kisses him

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yandereshingeki · 2 months

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IM HOME!!!!!

#ch:erenj #HES SO CHUNK I LOVE HIM #HOLDING HIM SO DELICATELY…. cries

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yandereshingeki · 3 months

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bought this eren plush off mercari for $15 and the seller still hasnt shipped it out (i literally bought it last night LMAOO) but im feeling dramatic so i might cry if i dont get him in my hands soon

#ch:erenj #HIS PUPPY EARS.#PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE #i just wanna hold him in my hands #i feel like crying i need to cry. I need to cry into him #on my period rn sorry im a sensitive mess when i am #I think of anything not soft with him and i start crying. Such a BABY!!!

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yandereshingeki · 2 years

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Milk, Honey, and Sugar

Yandere Eren x Reader

Milk, Honey, and Sugar Masterlist

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Word Count: 11.1k

Content: College AU, Yandere content, Obsessive and Possessive behavior, stockholm syndrome, NSFW content/Semi-Smut

Content Warnings: Yandere themes, possessiveness, obsession, nosebleed, light angst that doesn't even last that long, angry Eren :(, stockholm syndrome, dubcon-ish, smut (fingering, pussy/thigh job, praise)

Summary: Your first taste of freedom in almost a week turns sour, and now you’re stuck trying to pick up the broken pieces of trust and put them back together before Eren decides to keep you in the basement forever.

FINALLY GOT IT DONE! i’m so sorry for the wait (was busy working on another fic) but here it is!! I hope you enjoy it :,)

And also—quick reminder that reader is struggling with trauma and stockholm syndrome—Their thoughts and actions reflect that.

Chapter 6: Anger and Bargaining

during this chapter, please use this to help visualize the house

“I’ll let you go upstairs tomorrow for breakfast, okay?”

That was what he said to you yesterday. Two days after he had talked with you about going upstairs. He was finally letting you out.

For a while, you were afraid that you would be stuck there for a lot longer—possibly for months before even getting a chance to get out—but only 5 days? You had managed to gain his trust in only 5 days? It was a miracle.

If you were able to gain his trust so easily, you wondered how simple escaping would be. Just the thought of it was enough to make you as giddy as a child on Christmas day. Soon you wouldn’t have to worry about being alone, or about being trapped in this godforsaken basement anymore. You would be free

Obviously, you would have to be careful and calculated about it—but that didn’t make it any less exhilarating.

In fact, your excitement was showing with how you were sprawled out on your bed, legs kicking in the air while you daydreamed about your escape. You tried to plan it out, doing your best to recall the layout of Eren’s house, even though it'd been a while since you really paid attention to and memorized it. However, you did remember the long hallway that led to the front door, and the kitchen and living room on either side. Considering you’d be in the kitchen mostly, that’s all you needed to know. And if you could catch him distracted for just long enough—maybe you could make a run for it.

It couldn’t be that hard, could it? Even if the door was locked; if you were fast enough you could get out.

A knock at the top of the stairs interrupted your thoughts, alerting you that someone was about to come into the basement. You sat up and watched as the door flew open and Eren walked in, still wearing his pajamas and combing his hand through his tangled hair. He yawned as he made it to the bottom, stretching before shaking off his sleepiness and looking at you.

“Morning.” He smiled, feeling ecstatic at the sight of you happy to see him instead of the normally somber expression you gave.

“Morning.” You responded, throwing your legs over the side of the bed and getting up. He walked over and squeezed you against his chest, nuzzling his face into you without giving you a chance to protest.

After a minute of suffocating you against him, he leaned away from you to ask the question you’ve been waiting for, “You ready for breakfast? Upstairs?”

“Yes!” You were more than ready for it. You were ready for your chance at freedom.

You squealed as he moved his arms under your butt and lifted you, forcing you to wrap your legs around him to prevent yourself from falling. Most of your weight was against his shoulder, your arms around his head and partially blocking his vision.

After a minute of adjusting your placement in his arms, he managed to move you around into a position more comfortable for him and less obstructing of his vision.

“Remember what we talked about?” He asked, giving himself a minute to prepare for hauling you upstairs with him.

“Mhm.”

“Good. Let’s go then.”

He walked to the stairs, slowly taking the first step up and gripping the wooden railing attached to the wall. The trip upstairs was quick, Eren putting more of his focus into holding you than actually getting up the stairs. When you made it up, he closed the door behind him carefully, making sure not to slam the heavy wooden slab shut like he normally did before beginning his walk to the kitchen.

The hallway was the same pale yellow color you remembered it being, but you only got a five-second glimpse of it and the familiar living room before you were already at your destination, being placed in one of the seats at the dining table. When you opened your mouth to speak, Eren interrupted you with a kiss to your head, turning away and going to the fridge to pull out a bag of microwavable waffles.

“How many do you want?” He asked.

Already being distracted by your surroundings and beginning to mentally plan out your escape route, you replied, “Hm?”

“How many waffles do you want?” He repeated, walking over to you and waving the crinkly plastic bag in front of your face.

You only stared blankly and blinked for a moment before finally giving your answer, “Three. Sorry.”

He chuckled and gave your nose a soft pinch, just assuming that you were just excited to be out of the basement and busy taking in the familiar surroundings that you hadn’t seen in a while. When he turned his back to you again, you went back to analyzing all the possible routes you could take to get from the kitchen to the front door quickly.

So far, there were two ways you could leave the kitchen—through the right or the left. Where you sat now, you were closest to the right—but the front door was right outside the left exit. If you were to leave through the right, you might be able to sneak behind the wall that shielded you from Eren and make it to the door. But on the other hand, if Eren caught on early, he could cut you off through the left, making it easy for him to catch you.

If you were to leave through the left, you would have to go around the birch wood table, but you’d be able to go straight to the door after. If you stayed quiet enough, it could be the quickest way out—which brings you to another conflict you hadn’t thought about before.

Once you were out, what would you do? Eren would probably hear you leaving, and he wouldn’t just not chase you because you were out the door. If you ran, how long would you need to? Where would you run to? How long could you run before inevitably growing tired, giving Eren the chance to catch you again?

No matter what happened, you could barely stand the thought of being recaptured and returned to that horrible basement again—but you had to try. If you didn’t try, you would end up back there regardless—so it was at least worth a shot.

The loud beeping from the microwave pulled you out of your thoughts, your stomach growling at the sweet smell of the waffles. A few seconds later, Eren was handing you the plate with a fork, telling you to ‘enjoy’ while he made his own stack of waffles.

You abandoned any idea of escape for now and focused on scarfing down the delicious waffles, almost finishing all of them before Eren had his done. When he sat down with his waffles, he gawked at how quickly you had eaten everything, questioning if you were just extra hungry that morning.

After you’d cleared the plate, he took it from you and stacked his on top of it, telling you that you could just put the silverware in the sink and that he would be done soon. You nodded, complying and putting your dirty fork in the sink before sitting down again and feeling the regret of eating too fast set in. You didn’t feel sick per se, but you realized that eating so quickly now meant that you would be back in the basement sooner.

Eren noticed your unease—watching you shuffle around in your seat anxiously and stare at the spot in front of you—so he asked you, his mouth stuffed full with waffles, “What’s wrong, angel?”

“I don’t want to go back to the basement yet.” You pouted, crossing your arms on the table and resting your head atop them.

Eren frowned, putting a hand on yours and squeezing it. He knew how much you hated it down there, and he’d feel awful sending you back so quickly—so he came up with an excuse for you to stay, “You can wake Jiyuu up with me before you go—and maybe you could play with him a little too.”

A smile replaced your pout, you growing excited once more. Eren, content with your reaction, went back to eating while you watched him impatiently. You haven’t seen his bird in forever, let alone gotten to play with him. You missed his cute feathery friend and his silly antics.

The second Eren finished his food, you stood up and dashed into the living room, startling Eren who nearly knocked over his chair as he clambered after you. When he finally caught up, he let out a huge sigh of relief to see that you were standing in front of Jiyuu’s cage, excited to see his bird—not trying to escape.

“Jesus baby, you scared the shit out of me!” He exclaimed, walking up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist, his neck craning forward so his head could rest on your shoulder.

You giggled, placing your hands on his before being interrupted by a quiet squawk, the bird inside of the covered cage being woken by your commotion and now expecting you to let him out.

Eren sighed again, pulling his hands back to massage your sides before letting go, “You can uncover Jiyuu and take him out, I still have to put my plate in the sink. I’ll be back in a second to do his food and stuff.”

Nodding, you watched him walk back to the kitchen and then turned to the large bird cage, tugging off the thin red blanket that covered it. The amazon parrot inside greeted you with an excited “Hi!” before beginning to bob his head rapidly. It seemed like he was excited to see you too—which was only natural. Out of all of Eren’s friends, you were the one he liked the most after Eren—which made sense, considering how attached Eren was to you. It was obvious he’d take after his owner, especially after being raised by him from just an 8-week-old hatchling.

“Hi!” You copied him, unlocking and opening the door to his cage. He climbed right out, moving across the bars and to the top of the door, allowing him to stand eye level with you. He fluffed up for a moment before he shook his body, sending down feathers and bird dust flying everywhere and making you sneeze.

A small chuckle came from near the kitchen, prompting you to turn your head towards the noise. Eren had a smile on his face as he approached, walking over to the cage and holding his arm out in front of the bird almost immediately. The bird climbed onto him, side-stepping up to his shoulder and pushing his beak into the side of his forehead.

You smiled at them for a minute before turning around to the cage, reaching and pulling out the food and water dishes from inside. This wasn’t the first time you’d done Jiyuu’s morning routine—you had done it a couple of times before after sleeping over—so you knew well enough what needed to be done. A small trash can was placed near the cage, specifically for the cracked open shells or half-eaten bird seed that remained in the food dish. You dumped the contents into it, emptying his water dish into a nearby plant next.

Eren watched you carefully, scratching his bird’s crest and making sure you weren’t planning anything—his eyes following you around and burning holes into the back of your head. As much as he trusted you, he was still adamant about not taking many risks.

Trying not to pay any mind to it, you continued with your tasks—refilling his water with the dispenser near his cage (reserved mostly for Jiyuu because Eren loved to spoil him) and filling his food dish with the mix of pellets that were kept under his cage in a plastic tub. Once you finished, you put the small bowls back into his cage, slipping them carefully into their metal holders before moving away again.

“Done.” You spoke, turning to face Eren. He was too busy being distracted by Jiyuu to respond, scratching the bird's head, kissing and cooing at him. You couldn’t help but smile at the way he was with his pet, caring for him so well and treating him with nothing but love. It made you envy his bird sometimes; you wanted to be taken care of like that too.

Finally able to pull his head away without upsetting the parrot, he turned to you and quickly made up another excuse to keep you upstairs longer, “Wanna see some of his tricks?”

When he saw how excited you looked while nodding, he beamed and pointed to the floor next to the coffee table and motioned for you to sit, taking Jiyuu off of his shoulder and placing him down while he grabbed some treats. You sat, allowing Jiyuu to waddle over to you and almost climb onto your arm. The only thing that stopped him was Eren, who walked over and sat the bag of pine nuts down, scooping the bird up in his arms and holding him while he sat next to you.

“He lets you do that?” You asked, pointing to Jiyuu, who had his curled-up talons in the air.

“Yep. It took so long for him to trust me like this, but now he lets me treat him like he’s my little baby.” He cooed at the bird, rocking him back and forth like an infant, making you giggle. Jiyuu stared at him, looking confused at the noises he was making. He laughed a little at the bird’s surprisingly expressive face and placed him back on the table, letting him roll back onto his feet and make his way to the treat bag.

You moved closer to Eren, leaning on him a little like you always did when you were next to him—at least before you got kidnapped.

“Wanna try some of the ones you’ve seen him do before? I can show you some of his newer tricks after.” Eren asked while he stole the bag of pine nuts from Jiyuu’s hold and handed it to you, much to the parrot’s dismay.

You gave the bird a pat on the head, pulling open the zip-locked bag and taking a single pine nut out. Immediately, all of his attention was on you, and it was clear that he was eager for the treat.

“Roll over.” You said, prompting him to roll sideways onto his back, then onto his feet again. He stared you down after, yearning for the treat in your hand and waiting for you to give it to him for completing his trick.

“Good bird!” You handed him the nut, watching as he pried it open and chomped it down quickly, leaving the shells discarded at his feet. Pulling out another, you waited for him to finish before giving him another trick, “Spin!”

He spun in a circle, his talons loudly tapping against the glass of the coffee table as he did. After you praised him and gave him his reward, Eren took the bag from you, too excited to show you Jiyuu’s new tricks to wait any longer.

“Hey, I wasn’t done!” You pouted, reaching for the bag in his hands.

“I wanna show you what I taught him! Pretty please?” He begged, giving you the best puppy eyes he could and holding the treats out of your reach.

You let out an overly dramatic sigh, giving up and resting your chin on his shoulder, “Fine, I guess you can. But they better be some damn good tricks.”

He smiled and patted you on the head, placing the bag back in his lap and pulling out a pine nut, “Thank you, angel.”

Jiyuu stood in front of Eren now, bobbing his head up and down.

Eren smiled at the bird, holding up the treat, “Big wings!”

Jiyuu spread his wings, holding them out and puffing up his feathers to make himself look big.

“Good boy, Jiyuu!” Eren handed him the pine nut, scratching his head before reaching back into the bag.

He held the next nut in his palm under his ring and pinky fingers, his three remaining fingers spread out to imitate a gun, “This is one of his newest tricks. Watch.”

Jiyuu finished off the food and looked at Eren’s hand, perking up when he realized what he was about to do.

Eren pointed his fingers at Jiyuu, “Bang!”

The bird rolled onto his back, dramatically throwing his head onto the table and curling his talons to make it look like he was dead—despite his eyes being wide open and his breathing being visible.

You let out a gasp, crying out an elongated “nooo!” with fake sadness in your voice. When Eren praised him for completing the trick, he immediately rolled onto his feet again and rushed to devour his prize, happily chomping away as Eren scratched the crown of his head.

“Good boy, such a good boy,” he repeated, kissing his beak and sitting back to put his arm around you, “our birdie boy!”

You could feel your face heating up at that. Why was he suddenly treating the parrot like he was your son? Obviously, Jiyuu meant a lot to him—maybe even as much as a child could mean to a parent, but he wasn’t your child. You weren’t as bonded with him as Eren was.

“Our?”

Eren’s cheeks burned, “Ha, yeah. I mean, you’re going to be spending a lot more time with him now so—I thought that maybe it would be appropriate that he’s both of ours. Like our kid or something.”

“Ah. Ah… I guess that makes sense.” You tried to dismiss it, an uncomfortably anxious feeling piling up in the pit of your stomach. The thought of him thinking about things like children with you—even if it wasn’t serious, and just about a pet—left a bad taste in your mouth. That kind of thing meant being committed to him or his pet—and you couldn’t be that with either of them if you planned on escaping.

It almost made you feel bad for wanting to escape.

Without realizing it, your brows furrowed while you were deep in thought. Eren gave you a concerned look, shaking your shoulder and asking you if you were okay. It took you a moment before you were able to respond, too busy talking to yourself in your head to realize he was talking to you. When you did, you just nodded your head and threw yourself onto the floor, letting out a dramatic sigh and trying to avoid explaining yourself

Eren chuckled, choosing to believe that you just spaced out for a moment and nothing more. He set the bag of nuts aside and crawled over you, effectively pinning you to the floor, albeit more playfully rather than with any sort of ill or horny intent.

“Eren!” You put your hands against his chest, squealing as he laid on top of you and stopped holding himself up, leaving you crushed under him.

He laughed more as you slapped his back and squirmed, trying to get him off so you could breathe again. When he finally lifted himself, you took in a deep breath and hit his chest lightly, “Rude!”

The smile he had on his face after you said that put butterflies in your stomach. It was such a happy and gentle smile—one you weren’t used to seeing on Eren. But now, thinking about it—you’d seen it a lot more recently. Was it because of you?

Noticing your stare on him, Eren took it upon himself to lean in—hoping to make a move that you would accept. He pressed his lips to yours, wrapping an arm underneath your head to push you closer. You let out a tiny squeak, not realizing before what he was doing—but still let him kiss you, trying to relax as he held you there.

His lips were so soft. So soft and warm compared to the basement. His entire body was warm. You would prefer this over the basement any day.

After you wrapped your arms around him, he took a moment before deciding to test your limits, using his thumb to try and pry your mouth open so he could push his tongue in. Much to his disappointment, you smacked his face away from yours and pointed to the bird sitting on the table, staring at the both of you cluelessly, “Not in front of him!”

Eren let out an exaggerated sigh and got off of you, pulling you onto your knees beside him. “Fine, fine. I won’t,” he paused and looked at Jiyuu, “Cockblocker.”

Unable to understand, Jiyuu started bobbing his head and trying to stand tall, just happy to have Eren’s attention back on him. You couldn’t help but giggle at how clueless and silly he was at times.

“Aw, I can’t stay mad at you. Cutie.” He kissed his beak and held out his hand, letting the parrot step onto it. He lifted him up and onto his cage door, putting the seeds away afterward. You sat quietly now, your hands in your lap and your eyes glued to the floor. You really did not want to go back to the basement—but if only doing it once or twice more meant you’d get out, then you had to.

“Alright, it’s time for you to go back downstairs.” Eren walked back to you, offering a hand to help you get up. You looked up at him, pulling a last-ditch effort to stay for at least another minute by giving him the saddest puppy-dog eyes you could muster.

“Don’t give me that look, angel. I’ll let you come up for lunch in a couple hours.” He knelt, sliding his hands under your butt and lifting you into his arms, now carrying you with your legs around his waist.

“You will? Really?” You leaned back to get a good look at his face, his blissful smile still evident.

“Yep. I’ll take you up for every meal now. As long as you're good, that is.”

He gasped and almost dropped you as you started bouncing your legs excitedly, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your face into him, “Thank you, thank you.”

With his grip on you tightened, making sure you wouldn’t fall—he kissed the side of your head and replied, “You’re welcome.”

You would be escaping much sooner than you had planned.

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The few hours you had in between breakfast and lunch were spent getting ready, showering, and making sure you looked decent enough to go outside. Eren had given you one of his black t-shirts and some lounge shorts for the day, meaning you had the advantage of less clothing to hold you back compared to him—who usually wore baggy sweatpants and sweaters.

When you were finished, all you had left to do was wait for him to get you—and with how long it took for you to get ready, and according to the cheap wall clock in the basement—it would only be around an hour before he did. You decided to take the time to nap—like you normally did in between meals. You needed the rest for when you would escape, anyways.

Your nap felt like barely anything—when you fell asleep, you were shaken awake by Eren after what felt like 15 minutes, despite your clock telling you otherwise. When you opened your eyes, you could see that he was wearing a frilly pink apron—bought for him as a joke gift by Connie—along with a band t-shirt and sweats—and his hair was now tied back in a bun.

You groaned as he picked you up, leaning your head against his shoulder and burying your face into him. You were still half asleep, barely able to process him saying something along the lines of ‘it’s lunchtime, sleepyhead,’ and struggling to make out what was going on until the bright light of upstairs was flooding your vision. It woke you up rather quickly, the difference between the natural light from outside and artificial lights in the basement making your eyes hurt. It took a minute, but you got used to the brightness of upstairs and got placed in the same chair as before, Eren kissing your head and turning away, already prepared to serve you lunch.

“I made something special for today. Y'know, ‘cause it’s your first time being upstairs for lunch and stuff.” He turned towards you with two meatloaf-filled plates, walking to the table and placing them down in their respective spots. He grabbed the silverware next, already having it out on the kitchen counter, prepared for the meal.

After handing you one of the two sets, he sat across from you and got ready to dig in—but before his fork could even touch the food, you finally spoke up, “Are you gonna take the apron off?”

He froze for a second, processing what you said and looking down at the apron. Another moment passed and he looked back up, this time seeming more sure of himself, “Nah, I’m gonna wash dishes after we’re done anyways. I might as well keep it on until I’m done with that.”

You chuckled, picking up your fork and nodding at him. The two of you ate quietly after that, only looking up at each other occasionally while you did. There was no need to talk, and you were both too busy stuffing your mouths full of the delicious food to speak anyways.

Eren finished first, clearing his plate in minutes and leaving you to eat alone while he put his plate in the sink and put away the leftovers. With him distracted, you looked around the kitchen to remember your escape routes, quickly deciding on the one you would take when you got the chance. The left seemed like the safest option for now, so that’s the path you would take.

After you finished, you got up and put the plate in the sink with Eren’s, thanking him for the food and sitting back down, watching him carefully as he nodded and finished putting the leftovers away. He approached the sink, grabbing the sponge that sat on the edge of it and turning on the water—also turning his back to you. Now was your chance.

Slowly, you stood up, keeping your eyes on him and trying your hardest to keep the wooden chair from moving against the floor. Once up, you backed out of the room slowly, staying on your toes and praying you wouldn’t step on a creaky floorboard. You managed to make it to the hallway, leaving you standing on the runner carpet that helped to muffle your footsteps.

Taking in a deep breath and feeling the adrenaline and anxiety pulsing through you, you turned towards the front door and prepared to dash.

And then he turned his head.

“What the fuck are you doing?” He asked, but it was already too late. You made a run for it.

The next thing you heard was a plate shattering on the floor—probably from Eren dropping it—and then you were tackled. Not even halfway to the door, he had already caught up and thrown himself on top of you to prevent your escape.

You hit the ground face first, hitting your nose against the floor and making it bleed almost instantly. He had you pinned underneath him, holding you down by your shoulders and keeping you from moving while he lost his temper. Jiyuu squawked at the commotion, not used to seeing his handler get so violent. Eren yelled at you, asking you why you would do that to him and why you thought you could get away—but as quick as he was to anger, he was just as quick to calm when you turned your head and looked at him.

You were already crying, and the blood was already smeared over your mouth and cheek, dripping to the carpet below. You sobbed, not only from the pain but from the failed escape. You destroyed your only chance. There was no way Eren would ever trust you that much again.

He felt bad for yelling—and even worse for making you bleed. He should have known better than to trust you so quickly. Maybe this was his fault, not yours. He was too desperate for your love and acceptance.

“I…Fuck. Come on.” He struggled to find the words, instead moving off of you and picking you up from the floor. With shaky hands, you covered your bleeding nose and tried to stop the blood from getting everywhere, leaning your head away from Eren so that if the blood did drip, it wouldn’t get on him.

He walked through the doorway to the basement, cementing your failure as you were ending up in the same place you were trying to escape from. He wasted no time shutting the door behind him and making his way down the stairs, each step creaking beneath his feet. You were taken to the bathroom and placed on the closed toilet seat, Eren shutting and locking the door beside you. He really didn’t trust you now.

The first thing he did after that was grab a few squares of toilet paper, ripping them in half, rolling them up, and moving your hands away so he could shove them into your nose. Both dry and fresh blood covered your palms, the pools of red spilling down your arms from how little you could hold. Eren—after making sure the roll of toilet paper wasn’t going to fall out of your nostril—went to grab a rag from the shelf, wetting it in the sink and ringing it out quickly so he could clean the blood off of you.

He wiped down your arms and hands first—as that’s where most of the mess was—before moving on to your face, where he carefully scrubbed the unpleasant feeling of dried blood off, being cautious to avoid knocking the toilet paper out of your nose.

Along with the blood, he wiped away your tears that wouldn’t stop falling. Discarding the rag, he tried to use his thumbs instead, hoping that maybe the skin contact would comfort you. If anything, it only made things worse, your sobs increasing in volume while you tried to move away from him. The sour look on his face didn’t help either.

Sighing, he stood up and unlocked the bathroom door, picking you up again and taking you to your bed. He put you down, wrapping your entire body in the blanket and comforter before wiping your tears away again. You couldn’t stop the tears—not even by holding your breath. Everything that had built up to this was meaningless now—you were back to square one, and you couldn’t handle it.

He grabbed your chin with his hand, forcing you to meet his dulled green eyes while he spoke to you, “We’re going to talk about this after you calm down, got it?”

You nodded, unprepared for when he pressed his lips to yours next, moving his hand behind your head and forcing you against him. He moved away after a minute, standing up and walking to the stairs while you sat there, eyes blown wide open as you struggled to process what just happened. By the time you’d come back to your senses, he was already at the top of the stairs, leaving you barely any time to confront him.

“Eren! Eren, wait!” You cried out, only to be met with the slam of the door—leaving you to sob loudly in the dark, alone in the cold basement again.

Upstairs, on the other side of the door, Eren stood there holding back tears. He leaned against it, balling his hands into fists and clenching his teeth. He was so angry—angry at himself, and at you. He was angry that he trusted you, and angry that you broke that trust. He just wanted you to love him like he loved you. At least, he wanted you to let him love you. Why couldn’t you do that? What was so hard about it? All he wanted was to love you, and you wouldn’t let him. He didn’t understand, and the fact that he couldn’t was pissing him off.

It wasn’t fair. This wasn’t fair.

He slid down the door, covering his face with his hands as he began to sob. It’d been a long time since he cried like this. There were very few things as painful as the love of your life rejecting you—at least to Eren, anyways.

All he could do was tell himself that you would eventually cave, that you’d eventually give into him and let him love you. You had to—you would be able to fight against him forever. Even if you didn’t love him back—if you at least let him love you, that would be enough. That would be enough.

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After crying for what felt like hours, Eren finally grew calm enough to clean up the broken plate in the kitchen and check on his bird, going to his room afterward to watch TV and sulk. While curled up in his sheets, he scrolled through dozens of different forums and web searches, looking for a way to apologize to you for hurting you accidentally. Although there was a strong desire to do something to punish you for trying to leave, god knows how much more you would hate him if he did—and he refused to take that chance.

Time passed faster than he realized, the sun nearly setting and dinner time coming quicker than he could meal plan. When he finally realized how late it was getting, he panicked and scrambled to make you something simple to eat, all while trying to decide how he was going to apologize to you.

The meal he made was simple, just something easy and microwavable so he could get it to you fast. He was too anxious to eat anything big, so he scarfed down a few granola bars for dinner before making his way to the basement door.

As soon as he pulled it open, anxiety swelled in his chest, and he prayed that you would be calmer than you were earlier. Each step he took down the stairs felt heavy, the dread weighing him down more than anything physical could.

You came into view when he was halfway down the steps, and by god, you look miserable. You were still how he left you, curled up in the blankets and staring at the floor. The absence of a bloody tissue in your nose and quiet sniffles instead of sobs were the only things different about you.

You didn’t even look at him when he approached you, placing your food on the nightstand and turning the table lamp on to its highest setting.

He sat next to you, staring at the side of your head and waiting for some kind of indication as to how you were feeling, and if you were ready to talk to him yet. You stayed still, nervous to say anything or move even an inch. Even if he was calmer now, you were still afraid. One wrong move and he might snap at you again, and you didn’t want to risk it.

After a minute of awkward silence, you were finally the first to speak up, “Do you… hate me?”

He looked shocked, almost immediately saying, “No, No! Of course not… I could never.”

After another quiet moment, he repeated your question, “Do you hate me?”

You shook your head. As much as you wanted to, and as much as you should have, you just couldn’t. You’d been through too much with him and been with him for far too long to just turn around and hate him.

“I’m sorry. For—for hurting you. I panicked and—and I really regret the way I reacted. I’m sorry.” He apologized, looking down so you wouldn’t see the guilt in his eyes.

Your head snapped in his direction, the expression on your face showing slight shock. Eren was never one to apologize for most things, except when it came to you—but even then, there was a limit to what he would apologize for, and stopping your escape was not something you thought would be under that limit.

Noticing the look you gave him, Eren knew what your immediate thought was and was quick to correct it, “Don’t get the wrong idea; I’m sorry for hurting you, not sorry for keeping you here.”

As he watched your face drop, he started to feel like an asshole for saying it like that. He moved closer, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close, the blankets around you making it easier for him to keep you constrained.

“Listen, I only keep you here because I know it’s safer. You’re safe here, away from everyone. I keep you here because I love you and,” he paused, feeling his eyes begin to water at just the thought of it, “and I wouldn’t be able to handle it if I ever lost you or if you got horribly hurt. So I have to keep you here where I can always keep an eye on you. Where I can protect you…”

His arms tightened around you and his face nestled into your neck, allowing you to feel every shaky breath that came out of him until he calmed himself. He was suffocating you in the blanket, hugging you so tight that you could barely manage to inhale.

“Too tight… too tight, Eren.” You managed to choke out, prompting him to let go of you and apologize again.

Before he could make anything worse than he already had, Eren stood up and turned towards the stairs, muttering something about having a nice dinner while he started to walk away, determined to leave for fear of making another mistake and hurting you again.

He hadn’t even reached the stairs and you were already panicking and tripping over yourself and the blankets, trying to grab onto him to prevent him from leaving you alone again. You couldn’t handle being alone even more right now.

“Eren! Eren, wait, wait! Please, don’t leave this time! Please! Please…”

By the time you were able to reach him, you were almost in tears—tugging on the bottom of his shirt and burying your face into his back, “I don’t want to be alone again. Please.”

His heart shattered when he heard you say that. Immediately, he turned around, scooping you up in his arms and carrying you back to the bed. He sat down with you in his lap, hugging you and rocking back and forth while rubbing soothing circles into your back. For a while, you just sat there, face buried in his neck while you clung to him for comfort.

This is exactly what he wanted. This is all he’s ever wanted. Could you finally see that now?

After a minute, you were finally calm and slumped against him, feeling the most relaxed that you had in days. His arms were warm—so warm compared to everything else. You didn’t want to leave.

“I’m sorry for trying to run,” you apologized, “I really regret it. I’m so sorry.”

You held onto him desperately, your face against his neck the entire time. He stopped tracing circles on your back after processing what you’d said, and it made you tense up. The last thing you wanted right now was to make him angry.

“Would you still regret it if you did make it out?” He questioned you, trying to hide the hurt in his voice.

“Yes. Without you, I—I wouldn’t know what to do… I wouldn’t know what to do with myself.” You held onto him even tighter, afraid that he would try and leave after your answer, “I’d do anything for you to forgive me. I swear I would.”

Eren hesitated for a moment before speaking again, “Anything?”

Realizing the extent of what you said, you quickly corrected yourself before he could say anything else, “Almost anything.”

He chuckled at you, “I wasn’t going to ask for anything weird or sexual. Promise. I was just wondering if we could… take a bath together.”

You leaned back and cocked your eyebrow at him.

“Seriously! I won’t do anything that you don’t want me to. I just—I just want to take a bath with you. So we can relax. It’s been a long day, I think we both need it.”

Nodding, you rested your head against his shoulder again, tensing up when he slid his hands under your butt.

“So, is that a ‘yes’?”

You nodded again. He stood up, holding your legs around his waist as he walked to the bathroom. He turned on the lights and set you down on the toilet seat, walking to the bathtub and getting down on his knees to plug the drain and turn it on. As the tub filled, he stood up and pulled his t-shirt off, bunching it up and tossing it into the hamper like a basketball.

“He scoooores!” He shouted, drawing out the o and shooting his arms into the air to celebrate his minor victory. You clapped, giggling while he flexed his arms and pretended to show off,

The tub was filling quickly, so he continued to strip—slipping off his sweatpants and boxers next and throwing them to join his shirt. You kept your head turned away from him, knowing that you wouldn’t be able to help your wandering eyes if you were to look at him.

He got into the tub, the water going just above his hips, “Your turn.”

You got off of the toilet and stripped quickly, pulling off your shorts and underwear at the same time and tossing all of it into the hamper.

When you turned towards Eren, his face was red and he was staring directly at you. It looked like he hadn’t even tried to turn away. You tried to ignore it, covering up your chest and walking to the tub, his eyes still observing and taking in every inch of your body.

As you stepped in, he put a hand on the back of your thigh, making you flinch so hard that you almost slipped over. He apologized and quickly retracted his hand, looking down in shame. Despite his actions having the innocent intent of helping you keep your balance while you sat, the way it came off was horrible.

When you sat, the water was up past your stomach and near the top of the bathtub, so you reached forward and turned the water off before finally leaning back into Eren.

His face was still red and hot, warming you up along with the water. Your face was mostly the same—burning up with embarrassment and beginning to sweat. You could feel everything with the way you were pressed against him. Everything.

He was leaned back, arms on the sides of the tub and his knees bent on either side of you. You were leaning on him, your arms next to his and your legs straight forward next to his. You could feel his chest on your back, but more noticeably, you could also feel his dick. Right up against your back. Hard, against your back.

You tried to ignore it, and you could tell Eren was trying hard too as well. He was tensed up, almost shaking, and his hands were clenched into fists. You leaned your head onto his shoulder, reaching behind him and tugging on the band that held his bun in place. His hair tumbled onto his shoulders and around your head as you tugged the band out, tossing it outside of the tub and resting your arms next to his again.

He was even tenser now, all of the muscles and veins in his arms showing more prominently than they normally would because of how hard he clenched his fists. Being in the bath like this with you was nearly impossible. He wanted to do these things with you without it being sexual—but he’d wanted you for so long. If he had just had that release beforehand then maybe he wouldn’t be thinking like this, but it was too late for that now.

You were just too perfect to handle—you were too perfect for him and yet, here you were, sitting in between his legs, naked in a bathtub. If you had told him months prior that this is where he’d end up, he’d probably faint. He needed you. He needed you so badly—and he was going to go mad if he couldn’t feel you soon.

“Could I… touch you?”

You immediately tensed up at his question, and he could feel it.

“I—I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it like that! I just want to… feel your skin… and feel you.” Eren sighed as his face turned even redder than before, his flushed face making him look like he had a fever, “Please.”

You thought it over for a minute before deciding. Sure, there were many things you didn’t trust him with—but if there was one thing you trusted him with, it would be listening to your boundaries. Physical boundaries, that is.

“I guess you can.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want you to be uncomfortable, I just… really want to touch you.” He leaned forward, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“I’m sure, Eren. I promise.” You gave his cheek a pat, grabbing his wrist afterward and slowly pulling it towards you.

It felt like nearly all of the tension in his body was finally released as his palm hit your stomach. He moved his other hand to join the one already on you, his fingers moving to graze over your sides.

A shiver went up your back, and you jolted slightly as he buried his nose into the crook of your neck. He seemed to be enjoying touching you a little too much.

His hands slid up and down your waist, his fingers tickling all of the sensitive spots there and making you squirm. He continued, tracing hearts into your stomach with one hand while he did.

“You’re so soft.” He pressed you against him, your back now flush with his chest as he continued to feel your stomach.

You shivered as his hands trailed up your sides, around your back, and to your shoulders. He moved them to your arms, bringing them down to your sides as he continued to rub them.

“God, I… I’ve always wanted this. I’ve always wanted to hold you and touch you like this. I’ve always… wanted you.” He nuzzled his face into your neck more, squeezing your arms lightly. Having you here in his arms—where he could finally hold and protect you—felt so surreal.

Your face was hot, and your body was shaking. It was so difficult to admit after everything but—you wanted him too. You wanted him to touch you, hold you, and protect you. You wanted to feel safe in his arms like you did before he did this. You wanted to feel like you did before this. Like you did when he was just your best friend.

You would do anything to forget the situation you were currently in.

“You know, Eren—before all of this, I… liked you as more than a friend. I always thought that—that if I waited long enough, that maybe the feelings would go away or maybe you would confess something first.”

“You mean—you mean I could have had a chance?” He sounded so sad as he asked.

“I guess you could have—but… I don’t really know.”

You could hear his pout in his voice, “That’s—That’s ok. We’ll never know now, anyways.”

You nodded, quietly staring at your feet in the water.

“Although—It might’ve just ended up right back here anyways… Even if I did get to call you mine before this, I just—I can’t protect you outside like I can in here.” Eren confessed, moving to hold your waist instead of gripping your arms.

You felt your heart sink a little at that—knowing that no matter what your relationship was with Eren, things would have likely ended up here anyways.

To avoid thinking about it any longer, you tried to change the topic, “How long have you liked me, Eren?”

“Since like… elementary school,” He hid his face in your shoulder again, his voice becoming slightly muffled as he continued, “I’ve been in love with you for as long as I can remember.”

“You have? But—what about all of those people you dated at the beginning of college?”

“You mean the total of 3 relationships I had? That all lasted less than a month?”

“Yes, Eren, that’s what I mean. You’re not supposed to date people when you’re in love with someone else, jerk!” You meant it to be teasing, but it was still true.

“Hey! In my defense, none of them were serious! I was just… trying to see if I could get over you.”

He sounded sorrowful as he finished talking, keeping his face in your neck and closing his eyes. The following silence was deafening, and you could feel him tensing up again. You pressed yourself into him more, trying to comfort him.

“Did…Did you ever do stuff with them?”

Taken aback by your question, it took him a moment to answer, “Well… I did but… It wasn’t that enjoyable for me. I couldn’t get hard if I wasn’t… thinking about you. One of the biggest reasons that none of the relationships worked out is because I was just… so obsessed with you.”

He squeezed you again.

“Have… you ever done stuff with anybody?” He asked. His voice was shaking, and you could tell that this was a question that he really didn’t want you to answer ‘yes’ to. Thankfully for him, your truthful answer was ‘no.’

You definitely hadn’t been with anybody. Throughout high school, you had a boyfriend or two, but nothing that lasted long enough for you to even get a chance at being comfortable with that kind of intimacy. Most of them were there for maybe a week before they ran for the hills—probably because of Eren. He was always mean to anyone you had a mere crush on—you having an actual boyfriend turned him into a borderline stalker. Although—you knew now that he always kind of was. He just didn’t bother to hide it when something threatened to take you away.

“I’m glad you haven’t,” He smiled against your neck, “that means I get to be your first.”

“Excuse me?”

His eyes went wide against you and he sat up, no longer slouching over you, “Holy shit I didn’t mean to say that.”

Instead of the usual reassuring giggle you usually gave whenever he said or did something stupid, there was silence. Worried he messed up, Eren apologized repeatedly, pulling his arms away from you.

You grabbed his wrists, pulling them back to you, “I really really hate to admit this, but—but I—I wouldn’t… mind it if you were my first.”

Your hands were shaking, anxiety filling your chest, and a warm feeling brewing in between your legs. Your emotions were everywhere, desperate for Eren’s love and attention but just as equally disgusted by him for trapping you here.

But, was what he did really that disgusting?

In all the time you’d been here, he’d been nothing but patient with you—ignoring his few bursts of anger—and he’d done everything he could to take care of you. He loved you. So much. And you wanted to love him too.

“Eren—I…” You managed to turn your head enough to face him, “I’m so sorry. I’m sorry for everything. I’m sorry for trying to run away.”

Tears formed in the corners of your eyes, your vision growing blurry as you fought to hold them in.

“Oh, baby, you don’t have to apologize. I can’t change anything now but… you don’t have to apologize.” He wrapped one of his arms around you, the other hand cupping your cheek to comfort you. Carefully, he pressed his lips against yours and kissed you; it was so painfully gentle that it made your heart ache. His thumb stroked your cheek before he pulled away for a quick breath, leaning in after to kiss you again and again and again. He couldn’t get enough of you; he loved you so much and he needed you to see it.

Slowly, the kisses got deeper—and you became hyper-aware of how close he was to you again, his dick still pressed up to your back.

In an impulsive moment driven by your desperation and slight arousal, you pleaded, “Please touch me, Eren. Please, just make me yours. I want you to hold me, please, please.”

He looked shocked for a moment, but nodded anyway, barely being able to hide his excitement behind jagged and shaky breaths. Slowly, he turned your head forward and pushed it against his shoulder, allowing you to sit more comfortably in between his legs with yours spread out. The hands he had around you slowly made their way to your stomach, forcing jolts and squeaks out of you as they passed over the more sensitive spots on your sides.

“Are you sure you want this?” He asked, not wanting to cause any more accidental emotional damage than he already had today.

“Yes. I’m sure.”

“Alright, just… tell me if I’m too rough. I tend to do that without realizing.”

With your final nod, he let out a huge sigh and began to inch his hands up to your chest. He slowed as he reached it, hesitantly cupping your boobs with shaking hands. Your face was hot and his was red, both of you nervous about this first-time experience.

He began to fondle you, squeezing and playing with your boobs. You leaned your head back on his shoulder, whimpering quietly as he began to touch and toy with your nipples, his fingers grazing over them repeatedly and occasionally giving them a gentle tug.

His cock was rock hard against your back now, and you could feel just how excited he was. It made you flustered to know that he only ever got this way over you.

One of his hands continued to play with your chest while the other slowly moved downward, drifting over your stomach and down to in between your legs.

His fingers touched your clit, forcing a gasp out of you and making you flinch. You were shaking even more, arousal building up in the pit of your stomach. You wanted him to touch you—but it was so nerve-wracking.

“Are you alright?” Eren asked you, his chin on your shoulder, “We can stop if you want.”

You shook your head, “No, no! Please, keep touching me. I’m just—I’m so nervous.”

He nodded, giving you a peck on your neck, “I am too. It’s ok.”

His heart was beating out of his chest. Why wouldn’t it be? He was getting to touch the most perfect person he’d ever seen—he was getting to call them his. It was the most exciting thing in the world.

He kissed your neck, moving up and down to cover it with his affection. His fingers touched and rubbed at your clit, pressing against it and moving around in slow circles.

Your entire body was on fire; the sudden stimulation was overwhelming. Your tiny gasps and whimpers were like music to his ears.

“Does that feel good?” He asked, taking note of your noises while he searched for the spot you reacted the most to.

Nodding, you tilted your head away from him to give him more room to kiss—but instead of that, he latched onto a spot smack dab in the middle of your neck and started sucking away, his goal to give you the biggest hickey he could. You trembled, pressing your hips against his hand to beg for more.

He complied, his hand speeding up and the rubbing becoming so fast that it made the water in the tub splash around. His other hand was still on your chest, squeezing it and rubbing your nipple.

“Oh god—Eren, Eren.” Your hips bucked into his hand as you cried out, all of the different things he was doing almost driving you over the edge.

“You gonna cum?” He asked, only pulling away from your neck to speak before he was back to sucking on it.

“I think—yes, yes, I’m gonna!” You tried to grab onto the sides of the tub, whimpering when he let go of your tit so that his hand could join the other.

He stopped touching you, pulling you back against his chest before he trailed his finger around your clit again, slower this time.

“You’re already going to cum?” He chuckled, “You really are a virgin, aren’t you, angel?”

You pouted, clearly feeling embarrassed by the comment, which only made him laugh more, “Come on baby… it’s nothing to be ashamed of. I just think it’s cute is all.”

After that, you went quiet, flustered and leaning against him, waiting for him to pleasure you again.

He kissed your neck, tracing tiny hearts on your lower stomach before he moved his hands back to where they were previously. Gently, he grazed a finger over your clit, barely touching it, and rested it right on your throbbing heat. He prodded at it, sliding his fingers in between your lips before dipping one inside of you, going up to the first knuckle.

You let out a gasp and leaned your head back onto his shoulder, your cunt gripping around his finger, not used to having fingers as big as his inside of you. Sure, you’d done things to yourself on your own time—but his fingers were huge, making yours seem puny in comparison. Having someone else’s finger inside of you felt different too—it made you feel so out of control but still excited at the same time, so excited you were shaking from arousal.

He didn’t move his finger, instead using his other hand to play with your clit while you got used to the feeling.

“Tell me when you want me to move my fingers, ok?”

“Ok—Ok.” You repeated yourself, taking in a deep breath to slow your racing heart. As out of control as you felt, Eren helped to remind you that he would always stop if it was too much for you. It helped you feel more comfortable in this position—pressed against him with your legs spread wide.

Finally, you were able to relax—your pussy no longer squeezing around his finger, and your muscles untensing after being contracted almost the entire time he was touching you. It felt nice—finally being able to enjoy his touches without the uncomfortable tense feeling in your body.

“You can move them now, Eren.”

With your permission, he did just that—moving his finger in and out of you slowly, continuing to massage your clit while he did. You let out a loud sigh, shuddering at the feeling of his finger pumping in and out of you. You wanted more.

“Another finger. Please.”

“Already? Are you sure?”

“Yes, Eren, please.”

“God, I love it when you say my name.”

You felt his other finger penetrate you soon after, filling you up and stretching you out. With two of his fingers inside of you instead of one, you felt fuller than you ever thought you would. It made you wonder how you would feel with his entire dick inside of you—how full you would feel, how good you would feel. It made the butterflies in your stomach go crazy.

His fingers moved quickly, pushing into you over and over. That, combined with him vigorously rubbing your clit, left you a panting, whining mess. He reached deeper than you ever could, allowing him to hit spots you’d never touched before. You tried to move your hips with his hands, pushing into them—and he continued to press deeper, his fingers as deep as they could be but still trying to push past the limit.

“It feels so good, fuck. Eren!” You reached back, grabbing onto his shoulders while you whimpered and cried, the warm feeling in your core increasing as he moved.

“Yeah? Does it, baby?”

Much to your dismay, Eren could feel that you were getting close by how you were squeezing his fingers again, your heat pulsating as you were nearing the height of your pleasure—so he pulled his fingers away. You whined at him, feeling even more disappointed than the last time he did this—but thankfully, he didn’t intend on leaving you unsatisfied forever.

Moving his hands to your waist and massaging tiny circles into them, he asked you quietly, turning shy about touching you all over again, “Can—Can I fuck your thighs? Please? We don’t have to if you don’t want to, I’ll keep using my fingers, but,” he paused, hiding his face in the crook of your neck near the gigantic hickey he left, “I really want to try it. And it’s the closest I can get to fucking you without actually…”

It only took you a moment of thinking before you nodded—your head was so clouded by need that the only words you processed were basically ‘him fucking you’ as you become overly aware of his hard-on pressed against your back again.

“Really?” He asked, just to be sure you were ok with it.

When you nodded again, he stood up as fast as he could, his body dripping wet and his dick sticking up. He didn’t hesitate to pull you onto your feet next, pushing you against the bathtub wall. You spread your legs awkwardly, trying to give him space to put his dick. He took a moment to move into the right position and fix his balance before sliding in between your legs, pressing it against your pussy and pushing them back together so that it would stay like that.

Looking down at yourself, you could see the tip of it protruding from in between your thighs, the shaft rubbing up against your cunt and making you shiver. It felt amazing, surprisingly. Maybe it was just because you had already been aroused before, but it felt so good to have him rubbing up against you like this. He was so big too, and just the thought of him putting it inside of you eventually? It had you clenching around nothing, just aching for release.

Eren grabbed onto your hips, pressing his flush against yours before he started to move back and forth, sliding his cock up and down your throbbing cunt and in between your thighs. Every time the tip slid over your clit, it sent lightning through your body, making you cry out as he moved faster and faster, the sound of your thighs slapping together echoing through the bathroom.

“Fuck, I never thought I’d be able to do this.” His grip on your hips grew tighter, the water in the tub sloshing around as your legs moved with his thrusts, “I’ve never wanted to do this with anyone else and—and now I finally get to it with you.”

He pushed you up to the wall more, your face and chest squished against it, “Mine. Mine. All mine.”

His length against your clit was pushing you over the edge, the repetitive and fast movements sending you spiraling into bliss. If it weren't for his hold on you, you would have collapsed into the water.

“I’m—fuck—Eren!”

You unraveled, your heat convulsing and clenching around nothing while you cried, finally reaching your climax. Your body was shaking, and you crumbled underneath him as he kept going, desperate to reach his own release. You flinched and jolted around, the overstimulation taking control over your body—but he kept you in place, holding you still with one hand and lacing the other’s fingers with yours.

With a couple more thrusts, he came undone, his cum ending up on the wall and dripping off of the tip. He leaned over you, panting into your neck and moving his hand up your side to massage it.

“God—You’re so perfect. You’re so fucking perfect.” He kissed down your neck and to your shoulder blade, sucking a hickey into it while he caressed your stomach, “I love you. I love you so much. God, I can’t believe you’re finally mine.”

You leaned your head back on him, grabbing onto his arm with your free hand and ignoring what he was saying, “I wanna shower now… the bath wasn’t very cleansing.”

“Ok, ok, we can,” he pulled you away from the wall, standing up straight, “Step out for a bit so I can drain the tub and… clean up my mess.”

Nodding, you stepped around him and got out of the tub, watching him turn and bend over to unplug the drain. He turned the spout on after, scooping up the water with his hands and throwing it on the wall. After the tub was drained and the wall was clean, he turned the shower on and pulled you back in, holding you in his arms while you leaned back on him, relaxing under the warm water.

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After the slow shower, filled with lots of clinging and Eren continuously trying to hold your boobs, you both were met with the realization that Eren forgot to bring a change of clothes for you and himself. Instead of dragging himself upstairs to get some, he forced his t-shirt over your head and put his boxers back on, carrying your squealing self back to the bed in the other room.

You lay down together, cuddling up under the blanket and getting all cozy, your eyes growing heavy at a rapid speed. Being cuddled up like this was just so relaxing, it was hard not to fall asleep.

The lazy pillow talk continued for a while until you were finally too exhausted to talk, your body giving into sleep faster than you could realize. Your head rested in between his bicep and his chest, legs tangled with his, and your arms around him. He had his hand on your back, the other wrapped around you and holding onto your butt.

When he noticed you drifting off, he kissed your head and said goodnight, waiting until you were fully asleep to finally let himself relax. As he followed your lead and slowly closed his eyes, the only thing he could think about was how much he had planned for you.

And It was a lot.

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