#eremika open relationship au

[moonlightknightess]

So... do y'all remember that time I said I wanted to write smth featuring EreHisu x YumiKasa? Welp, it's finally here lol Took me really long to deliver it huh I tried to do them both equally right, but since I did this as Hisu-centric I think it ended up mostly as EreHisu with background YumiKasa 😅 Maybe I will try to give it another go in the future, this time more centered in Ymir, whether I get too bothered about it or whether I get asked for it, whatever happens first lol

Anyways, not proof read! Hope you enjoy! CW: Swingers/EreMika Open Relationship

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. Ever since she met Ymir back in high school, Historias has always thought of her as a carefree soul that wouldn't let herself be caged down by anything or anyone, the kind of person who always took every decision for their own contentment and nothing more And in a way, it attracted her, it made her feel down bad for her in a way that no one was able to, she was everything that she desired to be after all

It was the reason why when she hit rock bottom and she went out of her way to raise her with just the mere use of those damn words, she couldn't help but see her as the only person she would willingly live life with

No matter how her life changed in ways that could never be undone, no matter of much her father loathed her for defying his will, nor how much she had to endure for becoming the "worst girl in the world", nothing mattered as long as she was along her side, not even how wild she was as a person and partner

And yet, she can't help but think about how come she let Ymir convince her to try foursome swingers

Now, this wasn't the first time they have ever brought someone else to their bed, quite the opposite actually, it has been quite recurrent ever since her lover came out with the idea for the first time a few months ago

It was certainly shocking at first, though, nothing she has ever thought about before at all, but it wouldn't be a lie to say that she started to get more interested in it the more she pondered about it, sooner than not ending up with the two of them bringing this girl from Ymir's workplace to their bed and having their first ever experience with someone other than each other

The more the merrier, right?

Still, she can't help but think about drawing the line at some point As much as she loves this side of Ymir that brings her freedom and a nice 180-degree turn to her life as a whole, there is so much mess she was willing to let her girlfriend drag her into Especially when, instead of calling it a day the moment she realizes that said girl won't make it to their monthly night, Ymir decides that it would be a good idea to invite Mikasa out of all the girls they both know The fact that Eren, her boyfriend, came along too, heightened things to the next level

She can only blame Ymir's fixation on the Asiatic girl here, her desire strong enough to make her agree to drag her into this madness regardless of Erens presence, something she knows Ymir wouldn't allow even if her life depended on it

Nonetheless, here she was, her queen-sized bed creaking in pain at the combined weights of four people on top at the same time, the main event coming in the form of tosses and turns from Mikasa's and Ymir's bodies fighting for dominance, making her fear it will break to the ground at any second, at the same time it provided her a sight to behold, the performance they both seemed lost into sending shivers through her body

It was simply too mesmerizing spectacle, to see Ymir subdue herself to someone else's will in a way that she never saw her do even once, the very snarky persona that she showed off on her daily life and every time they were in bed crumpling down at the mere intrusion of Mikasa's fingers in her nether regions, the nasty sound of wet slippery skin being stirred mixing so well along her breathy moans, the ones she tried so hard to cover up and yet managed to blurt out of her almost as a plea of mercy

Maybe it was because it was so foreign to her, how unusual it is for her to see her lover's toned, glistening legs twitch so hard by the furious finger pumps Mikasa forces on her bottom to the point it starts to make her concerned of her well being, to see her make those huge gasps of air that show just how desperate she was getting Whether from wanting her to stop or keep going, she doesn't know

-Not so tough now, huh? - She hears Mikasa say, a soft whisper that didn't match the intensity of her gaze on her, the intensity in which he stirred Ymir's insides as mere putty in her hands, the intensity in which she overcovered all her senses in every way she could, from sneaky hands tearing her down to hot scorching hickeys on her neck, all the way through a hot embrace that served more as a way for Mikasa to be in full control, rather than a show of affection - So much of boasting about showing me "how to please a woman properly" -

- S-shut up! - Ymir fought back, or at least tried to, her attempt to respond coming short and instantly threw down, Mikasa's instincts snapping instantly at the slightest hint of rebellion Ymir seemed too fond of, her skilled fingers caressing all the right spots for Ymir to let out the loudest moan she made so far, her opened mouth offering an invitation for Mikasa to take, her tongue already savoring everything she had to offer

She really can’t point out when this tension between the two started, for all she could tell from their interactions, it almost felt like it has always been like this, ever since she met both in High School a few years ago, the brunette already well-known by their current group of friends for taking a liking  in the Asiatic girl and making it know with bold innuendos and daring suggestions that were responded with mere indifference by her part, making everyone wonder whether she enjoyed being the object of her attention secretly or maybe just she didn’t want to bother giving her the satisfaction of getting a reaction out of her Still, she just knows there was something about them two that just started to unfold right there, and the more she thinks about it, the more It turns her on in such a powerful, terrifying way, beyond what should be the norm, quick, sharp jolts of pleasure coursing through her spine all the way up to her lustful drunken head, lithe fingers rubbing her aroused core in other to get rid of this hellish feeling that starts to grow stronger the more she dwells into the marvelous sight they offer.

The sight in which moonlight collides with her lover's tannish, sweat-shinning skin, landing perfectly on her shaking bosom, erratically moving by the combined effort of her laboring breath expanding her chest, struggling to send oxygen up her head, Mikasa’s bottomless hunger for her lips taking the best out of her, lips so flushed together to the point it starts to get swollen bright red, teeth clashing together occasionally as they do so

It makes her close her thighs on reflex, her gummy walls tightening at the phallic-like obstruction settled right on her deepness in hopes of relieving themselves in any kind of way, and it’s only when she hears a - Jesus fuck - muttered right against the shell of her ear that she suddenly realizes that she wasn’t alone here, Eren’s presence making itself present as the hold of reality she seemed to lose so long ago 

- Enjoying the view? - He mocks, words once again muffled against her skin, this time basking itself in his hot breath, a cheeky bite right on the crook of her neck that sends shivers down her spine, settling right where he is buried inside her and increasing her arousal to limits that shouldn’t be reachable, his hand rubbing soothing circles right on her core, worsening her state

It embarrasses her just how much she got lost in the flow of the moment to the point where she forgot about his presence altogether, the sudden realization of his proximity raising goosebumps all around her body, the sudden itch of where he is stabbing her coming stronger than ever, toes curling just at the mere movement of his hips trying to reposition himself robbing the air out of her

Truth be told, it’s not like Eren made any effort into participating at all, instead choosing to be a mere spectator and dragging her along as he did, piercing her on his shaft as he forced her to sit down on his lap, the initial thrust sending her into a blissful turmoil that sooner than later became pure torture

The kind of torture that raises your hopes up to deliberately shatter them down right after

The kind of torture that has her enjoying the wonders and unique experiences that brings sharing herself with other people outside her partner, but at the same time not really fulfilling those fantasies yet

The kind of torture that is all about teasing relentlessly, to arouse her from the inside, his manhood reaching so deep in her guts and stirring them with such an ease that it bothers her just how little he has to do in order to make her lose her mind, the sole notion of his possessive hands roaming around her body turning her nerves on fire and the blood running through her veins boil like molten lava, slowly melting her alive from the inside to the point where it destroys all her walls, the restrictions she put herself crumpling down and caution thew to the wind as she decides she can’t take this anymore 

That’s why, the moment she sees Mikasa make her downtown, wrapping her hands around Ymir’s quivering thighs as she does so, she has to turn her head away, face pressed against the wall of hard muscles right behind her as she hears the sharp moan her girl made, her own doubts becoming true as her deepness becomes moister at the sound of her girlfriend being serviced, the sound of her moans making her shudder on reflex, just as she is used to

There is simply no way she is enduring this anymore, at least not without finding some kind of comfort in hopes to bear with it, her own hips moving on their own as they decide that there is nothing stopping them from getting what she wants, wobbly legs trembling as she unsheathes herself from Eren and-

- What are you doing? - He whispers once again against her frail skin, turning it rosy pink when it meets the warmth his mouth emanates, voice so eerie calm and gentle it contrasts so well with the blazing hold that his hand pressures on her jaw, snatching her out of her hideout and forcing her to look just how much of a mess she did on her own To make her witness just how wet she made him, his crotch swallowed in a puddle of her release, so shiny in her arousal it makes his manhood so red in lustful rage, perfectly aligned with her slit despite her quivering legs threatening to fall at any second, the whole thing making her ponder whether even all of this was too much for him to stand anymore

- Eren… - She whines, her legs rubbing up and down on his shaft and getting a breathless moan out of him, and for a second it feels like she has gone back to her old Christa self again, the one that was good at playing pretend, and the one that made (almost) everyone fall for her, sending him a pleading gaze as she did everything she could just so she can get what she wants - Please… - - Please what? -  He asks right back, yet again playing oblivious as one of his hands plays forces her bottom half down, the tortuous ache she feels on her crotch worsening the more he starts to pressure it down, stealing the very breath out of her - Use your words, sweetheart, tell me exactly what do you want -

And she can’t help but find herself at a loss for words when confronted about her desires, the very tone of finality that send his voice making her aware now more than ever just how much she wishes for Mikasa to make her feel at least a fraction of the mind-blowing bliss Ymir must be feeling at the moment, with her half libbed eyes and her labored breath and her sweat-slicked skin and- Jesus fuck, she would kill if that meant letting her feel something- anything at this point Would do anything to be in Mikasa’s position, to be oh so gracefully collected and yet so wrapped up in endless desire, to make her love feel the things she is always used to doing for her, to make her crumple down in the same way she did, to be able to stare at Ymir right in the eyes and make her choke on her words with the slightest flick of her finger, to dwell herself in the heightened ego she would cause with her little whimpers and her throaty moans But most importantly, right now, she only wants Eren to give her the best dicking she has ever experienced, just wants him to make the last half an hour's worth of teasing and foreplay successfully end in the aching legs and the fuzzy mind that she deserved getting for bearing with him for this long Because even if it meant to beg him in the most adsurdly theatrical way possible, just in the way his sadistic ass can deem decent enough, she just can’t bear any minute if this torture anymore, her mind just filled with the thought of him finally holding her by the hips hips and mercilessly spearing her on his manhood once and for all The last thing she wants is to get nothing out of this experience after all - …Please - She couldn’t hide the want in her voice even if she tried to, her mind state just bothering to let her true thoughts come out for once, her sweat covered body spinning easily against his own, hands placed firmnly against his pecs and back arching so dexterous it make her hips raise once again, careless of the view she must be creating for their partners right in front of them - Please fuck me, Eren -- Fuck me Hard -

And for a moment it seems enough, the wicked smile he dedicates to her making her blood run through her body faster, the hold he forces on her rear making her flinch and the way he spreads her lower lips apart deluling her into thinking they were finally getting started, the tell tale of his engorged tip finally meeting her moist and- - What do you think, Miks? - 

She can’t help but feel her heart stop for a second when she hears him call for his lover's attention, suddenly all the shame and embarrassment she was so foreign to moments ago washing over her as an ice bucket that suddenly brings her back to reality, the air impregnated in a deadly silence as she can tell perfectly the slurping and smooching sounds dying little by little until there is nothing, only her heart beats drumming against her ear and the tell-tale of Ymir’s panting lungs recovering their breath

And even when she tries to delude herself into thinking that Mikasa and Eren were probably just locking gaze into each other and that Ymir wasn’t totally seeking her exposed self- losing herself in the sight of her exposed center, her slit oozing already in lustful want and denied desire as his hands ever so slightly knead her mounds, prying them further open, she can’t help but feel a certain kind of arousment the moment she is placed in the spotlight like this- Harshly, out of the blue, without her intake taken in consideration at all, but at the same time a new kind of hot scorching sensation filling her to the brim And against her better judgement (and against her own mental estability, for that matter), even when she is aware that it would be a terrible idea if she were to do it, she can’t help but to turn her head back in their direction again, being met with the sight of two pair of eyes looking right back at her, the mix of uncertainty and curiosity both combined with something akin to eagerness, Ymir’s gaze once at the verge of tears and exhaustion softening cutely and shinning bright when it met hers, at the same time Mikasa seemed to fan herself into her attention, rosy pink tongue licking the remnants of her doings right on the outer lines of her plump lips, a solid gulp from her part preparing her for what she was about to say 

- You heard her, Eren - True to herself, her voice betrays no emotion, always straight to the point and stutterless as she says what is on her mind, a small fire kindled in her eyes as she locks gazes with her for a flash of a second, enough to send the message - Fuck her, Hard -And it takes no time for him to fulfill her request It takes him nothing to grab her by the hips up like she weighs less than the air, and shove her right back down It takes him nothing to make her beg to be more gentler, to make her beg him to let her take a break- to make her beg him to have mercy for her It takes him nothing to make her lose all the strength- to make legs shake like jelly and to make all the muscles in her body go taut at the same time It takes him no time to make her lose her voice, making her scream for more whenever she felt she was starting to slack and making her beg him to stop once he was overstimulating her on purpose It takes him no time to make her addicted to him in every sense of the world, the sheer power of his experience showing in the several times he has made her get off, making her go delirious on his cock, drool coming out of the corners of her mouth as he mercilessly pounds her from below, ballsack constantly clapping on her entrance and arms constricting her like a python, her small hands no match to his unyielding force, only feeling like loosening his hold once he makes sure she is fucked up in the only way he deems right, with her limbs scrambled all over him and her minds in only occupied with his name, way too exhausted to lift a single finger or let out a single word

And it's only there when she is so high and drunk in lust, that she is soo making sure to convince them to give it another go Hopefully, sooner than not…

#eremika open relationship au #erehisu #aot smut #yumikasa #eren smut #mikasa smut #attack on titan

[liquorisce]

Would em always have an open relationship in that sequel to hsy? If not, what was it that made them decide to go back to just being them?

Ah I think of this as just a thing that they try when Mikasa moves away on for an exchange year. I like to think of it as something that made them stronger and erased any lingering doubt at all that they might have had bc of how codependent they were growing up.

I think they’d just realise at a point that they figured out their individual needs, took their time to grow and experience things, and how they are just satisfied with only each other’s companionship. Like I just think they’d know that they are first in each other’s hearts and that’s enough for them!

#anonymous conversations #eremika #open relationship au

[ambrosialdesire]

inamorato

18+ DARK CONTENT BELOW, MINORS + BLANK BLOGS DNI

pairing: modern au!eren x fem!reader word count: 9.4k warnings + tags: general yandere and obsessive themes, unhealthy relationships, implied stalking, mentions of violence, implied noncon, soulmates au (red string of fate), bully & bad boy eren (pretty sure this is ooc lol), eremika mention, implied jean x reader, implied armin x reader, childhood friends to enemies, bullying, victim-blaming, cheating (soulmate cheating & actual cheating), underaged drinking (18-19 year olds partying & drinking), forced kissing, slight groping, blood mention, all characters are 18+ synopsis: when you were a child, you were told that you'd soon be connected to your soulmate, the partner you'd spend the rest of your life with. however, your hope began to run dry once you've gotten older and gotten over the idea of soulmates, especially when the man that you had to spend your life with forever is eren jaeger. a/n: wanted to try this idea out so i could do a refresher of my mind for the third part of the cacoethes series. hope it's a decent read for y'all, this was kind of a practice exercise so it's kind of a mess lol note: please keep in mind of the tags above and do not proceed if triggering or uncomfortable, especially if you are a minor!! do not read my or any other writers' dark content if you are underaged. this is a fictional work and does not reflect irl morals, do not believe this is how a real romance works or functions.

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You were nine years old when it happened.

It was a few months before your ninth birthday when the Jaegers moved into the vacant house right in front of yours, the moving vans occupying the street for quite some time. From the window, you'd watch groups of people haul in boxes and furniture into the home until they finally left. The family had four members, the parents and two sons, one older and one younger.

Your parents told you to try and make friends with that younger son. He was fresh meat after all, he had to be scared of being the new kid on the block. You promised them that you would, that you'd do your best to make him feel comfortable here.

At the time, you were pretty scared to approach the family. The dad —who you learned was a doctor — had a frightening demeanor to him compared to his wife, her eyes kind as she waved at you from across the street whenever you were outside. You've noticed that the older son didn't really look like them, his blond hair a stark comparison to their dark brown hair; you eventually found out that he was the child of the dad's first marriage, rumors from other neighbors said that it was an unhappy one because they didn't "belong" to each other. He had to be at least four or five years older compared to you, so he wasn't interested in chit-chatting with you. When you knocked on the door to invite the younger son to play, he hid behind his mom, his hand gripping at her long skirt. What was fascinating about him that you've noticed first was his teal-green eyes that peeked out from behind when she coaxed him out to meet you.

"Hi! My name is Y/N, it's nice to meet you!" You greeted with a toothy smile, putting your hand out for him to shake.

"Eren." He took your hand and you tugged him out of the doorway to play. From there on out, it was like the two of you were inseparable.

Eren began to open up the more you played with him, seeing a more confident shine to him as the days went by. He'd innocently mess with you a lot, in a teasing and playful manner of course. One time, he found a wriggling earthworm in the rain-soaked dirt from the storm the day before and showed it off, soon chasing after you when he realized that it was scaring you. His mom gave him an earful when she found out about it and you felt really bad, sneaking a pack of gummy worms to him the day after.

He'd get himself in trouble a lot and when there was trouble, he'd always get hurt. If you looked back at it, there wasn't a day where you didn't see him with heaps of bandages attached to his skin or without a bloody nose. He said that he got them from protecting you but there wasn't really any known threats to a little eight year old you. You never questioned it once before, instead thanking him for protecting you like a knight would do for a princess.

You never realized it then that Eren wasn't the knight in your story, the almighty protector of your heart.

The two of you were the best of friends, the partners in crime of Maria Meadows Street. However, you started to hear the neighbors talk about how disappointing it would be if Eren wouldn't end up to be your soulmate. Confused on what that meant, you went to your parents about what that word was.

They sat you down the day before your birthday and explained what soulmates were. They told you that when you turned nine, maybe even ten, you would start to see a red string wrapped around your ring finger. It would be faint — fading in and out from sight — and sometimes there would be a slight tugging whenever you were too far from the one you were destined to. Destiny.

You held onto their words, excited to see that very string fastened around your finger. The thought of soulmates kept you up that night, silly little questions and concepts popping up. Who would they be? What would they be like? Would they like the same things as you? They better like sprinkles and strawberry milk but they better not like onions and brussels sprouts.

When you awoken, you checked your hand immediately, a giddy scream waking up the entire house. A bright red string was tied at the base of your ring finger, the other end of it free-floating in the air. It went through the wall towards the Jaeger household and when you checked outside your window to see how much further it went, it ended up going through their house. Before you could even question where it was going, the string faded from sight, and you went to your parent's bedroom to express your newfound joy about seeing the soulmate string.

The Jaegers were invited to your birthday party of course, but you weren't able to see them come in due to your relatives pulling you around to see how tall you've gotten and whether or not you got the string. It was a wonderful and fun time getting to see them again but your mind never left the thought of playing with Eren before getting to the cake. But you were never able to reach him, too busy catching up with your cousins.

When it was time to blow out the candles, your string popped up again, your eyes following its floating path and landing on the finger of no other than Eren Jaeger. You screamed out that it was him, that he was your soulmate — because what kid wouldn't express their initial surprise out loud — and his face suddenly burned a bright red.

Eren ran out before the happy birthday song started and you chased after him, following him to the secret spot that the two of you found. There was a clearing in the woods that sat behind the neighborhood block, dipping down into a slow-streaming creek; you started sharing it with him when he got in trouble with his mom again a few weeks ago. No one was able to stop either of you as your figures disappeared into the bushes.

You caught up to him, grabbing at the back of his t-shirt and questioning why he suddenly ran away when he started to angrily yell at you. He asked why did you have to tell everyone about it, saying that you made him feel ashamed. You apologized to him, you were just surprised that it was him!

It was meant to be right from the start, right when you held his hand and pulled him out of his house, but he thought otherwise. You tried to convince him to come back with you, but before you realized it, he pushed you into the creek. You landed on a group of stones and he caused your adorably coordinated birthday outfit to get completely soaked and dirtied. Tears started to streak down your face as Eren finally yelled out:

"I don't wanna end up with you! I don't even like you!"

Those words completely shattered your world. You got from the creek and ran home, facing your worried parents completely dirtied and sobbing heavily. Eren didn't come back to his home for a while, you knew that it was because he was going to be in deep trouble, but his parents apologized to yours for his behavior and apologized to you for messing up your party. It wasn't the only thing that Eren messed up.

After that day, you stopped going to the Jaeger house to see him, your string tugging frustratingly. Eren didn't even make the same effort to see you either. His mom went over to your house and asked if you would like to attend his birthday a month after your b-day party, but you politely declined, crying into your pillow afterwards. As quickly as your friendship came, it ended just as fast. His attitude towards you didn't get better either, it had only gotten worse. When school started, the hope that you originally had of him coming back to you started to slowly die out year after year.

He wasn't in the same classes as you luckily for the remainder of elementary school, but he had made two more friends. Mikasa, a shy girl who clung to his side like you had once done, and Armin, a smart boy who seemed too nice to be hanging around someone like him. It was an odd trio but they weren't as nice as they seemed, turning a blind eye whenever Eren started to push you around during recess.

You'd come home with scraped hands and knees, sniffling and trying to hide it from your parents. When the school staff was watching, he'd whisper nasty things to you, things like how much he hated having to be your soulmate and if he could, he would cut the string between the two of you. One time, he told you while pushing you into the blacktop that he wished that the two of you never became friends in the first place. To you back then, that broke your heart completely.

The teachers knew that you and him were soulmates — the town you lived in was small enough to get word around — so they just believed his teasing was just what boys usually do when they have a crush. Why did they ignore the fact that he was hurting you severely?

Middle school wasn't easy either, he treated you even worse than before. He resorted to pulling your hair when you were walking to class, snickering when the force of it nearly made you fall over. He'd trip you, spit at you, make you buy him snacks for him and his friends with the money that was supposed to be for your lunch. He'd threaten you that if you went to counselors or the administration, he'll make your life even more of a living hell. The tiny part of you that still loved him gnawed at your insides but what he was doing to you wasn't right. Because of him, you were never able to make friends. The whole grade knew that Eren was your bully and left you alone, not wanting to be involved with the trouble he was causing.

The bullshit reasoning that he'd tell you was because soulmates were supposed to be willingly take everything the other dishes out. It was stupid, the only thing you've done to him was call out in front of his and your family that he was your soulmate. It wasn't fair. He can't just use that excuse whenever he wants when he always stated that he never wanted to be with you in the first place.

One day in the eighth grade, you had it with his torment. It was in the winter, snow had already built up everywhere. You were walking home all bundled up, he and his lackeys close behind. Trying to ignore Eren's laughing, you quickened your pace until he grabbed your backpack from behind. You told him to let go but he smirked, ripping it off of your back. He rummaged through it while you were held back by Mikasa — she was crazy strong for a thirteen year old — your eyes widening as he suddenly tossed your homework and notebooks into the dirty melted snow.

You don't remember how you got out of Mikasa's hold, your blood running hot as you ran and jumped onto Eren, the two of you falling hard to the ground. When you lifted your fist, you felt your string draw taut as if it was a string of a bow and once it was released, you started to punch his face. The commotion stirred the neighborhood and you had to be torn off of him, screaming about how much you hated his guts and how he treated you like trash. Your knuckles were all bruised up and sore, he ended up with a black eye, a bunch of bruises and open wounds around his face. Those injuries were minute than the pain he caused you for years.

After that, Eren left you alone. The two of you never apologized about what had happened, you knew he wasn't sorry and neither were you. He never went back up to you to make fun of something you were wearing or ask for money for his favorite chips, it was like he was a total stranger. You gladly wanted to keep it that way.

Since Eren stopped bothering you, high school was better. There was finally a peace of mind. You passed though freshman, sophomore, and junior year in flying colors. You were able to make new friends, better ones than him.

One friend was someone that you never thought you'd be friends with. Armin went up to you in junior year, apologizing for how he ignored how Eren treated you. Better late than never, you supposed.

He asked if the two of you could somehow be friends. It bothered you since he was still known to be a part of his clique, so you told him that it would be best if the two of you started as acquaintances. To your surprise, he agreed and respected your wishes. He didn't push much besides sharing class notes and studying tips since he was usually in the same classes as you. He really shouldn't be friends with him, you still didn't understand why he still considered him one when he knew that he was a good-for-nothing asshole.

Otherwise than that, you tried avoiding Eren the minute you stepped foot in the school, taking advanced classes so you wouldn't see those teal-green eyes glaring holes in the back of your head. Going on different paths to class and eating in hidden areas during lunch were more cheap tactics you did to ensure that you'd never see him ever again, and for a long time, it worked. You were happily thriving, unlike him.

It was known that he was the so-called "bad-boy" of Shiganshina High. You've also heard that he was currently dating Mikasa and was an insane partygoer. He got into fights, eventually causing and winning enough of them to be called the "Shiganshina Devil". You knew that his parents had to have constant headaches with the amount of trouble he was getting himself into.

It was truly frightening to see where he had ended himself up at, how your paths diverged immensely. You also heard that he wasn't doing too bad in his classes so they haven't expelled him yet, you could only assume that it was because of his father.

A few more months before the end of the senior year, he was coming out of juvenile detention for the supposed fifth time since being in high school. After years of never seeing him, there he was standing in your ceramics elective class introducing himself. The staff thought a peaceful class would subdue his "violent" tendencies until they make him graduate, but not when you were going to be in it, fate had it out for you.

He looked different, your string tugging as you gawked at him in shock. Eren was taller — back then, you used to be a few centimeters taller and he complained about it when the two of you were still friends — and he was now considerably more muscular under the leather jacket he wore. His brown hair grew out to the point where he tied it back messily in a bun, strands still sticking out in the front of his face. His ears were covered in silver piercings and when he spoke, the glint of a tongue piercing stuck out. Rings wrapped around his long fingers, though his left ring finger was strangely left bare.

He had a tired and bored expression, his eyes wandering the classroom until they met yours. They widened slightly but relaxed after the teacher told him to take the empty seat in the back. The empty seat that just had to be right by you.

Eren sat right next to you, immediate tension growing in the air. You refused to acknowledge him, he would not ruin this for you. He seemed to ignore you as well, twirling around the necklace that hung low against his chest. The teacher was rambling about the best methods in which you should attach the pieces of clay workings together and when you were writing down the notes, in the edges of your vision, you saw teal-green observing you. You bit your tongue, turning your attention back to the teacher.

"You look different." He spoke quietly under his breath, his voice deeper. His tone was bluntly precarious, testing the waters as if you were the threat. You shuffled uncomfortably, the grip on your pencil tightening.

"Right back at you." You muttered, writing once more. If you looked at him right now, you were afraid of what your heart might think when your brain was definitely thinking the opposite. A light chuckle was heard and stupidly, your heart skipped a beat. The reappearance of the red string made your finger twitch, his eyes taking notice.

You almost yelped aloud as he suddenly grabbed your hand, his fingers carefully caressing the area where it was tied. You abruptly recoiled your hand away from him, holding it close to your chest in numb shock. You finally looked at him dumbfounded, seeing a smile grow on his face. That very smile that meant trouble was brewing in his head, how could you ever forget that cruel grin.

"There's my favorite face." What the hell?

The bell rang and you hurriedly gathered your items, getting out of the room before he could catch up with you. You couldn't let him see the flush that grew on your face and you couldn't let him back into your life. On the upside, this class was the only one you were forced to see him in. Just grin and bear with it until graduation.

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"Are you serious!?" Both of your shoulders were suddenly gripped together as you stared at your best friend with a tight-lipped smile.

"Dead serious."

"Dude you're never making it out alive, your soulmate is literally the monster of this school." You pinched the bridge of your nose, annoyance rising the more you thought about Eren.

"It's the only class I see him in Jean, I'll live."

"You might think that but then he'll suddenly shank you from the behind with a piece of hardened clay," He pretended to stab at your side, tickling you instead. "What will I do if my dear friend dies under the hands of the Shinganshina Devil?"

You jokingly rolled your eyes from his dramatics, pulling away from his hands. "Don't say that corny ass title, just call him Eren. And besides, you have Connie and Sasha and Marco to entertain. I'll genuinely be fine. As long as I ignore him, he should leave me alone."

He frowned and you could tell that he was still worried, patting his hands gently. "I promise that if he does give me trouble, I'll go to the office. He doesn't have any power here because of his reputation, they're more likely to believe me than him."

Jean finally let out an exasperated huff and stuck out his pinky in front of you.

"Cross your heart?"

You wrapped yours around his, solidifying the promise.

"Hope to die."

You met Jean in your English class during sophomore year, back then you've only knew him as one of the quarterbacks on the football team. You didn't know much about football in general but he was the one that approached you first at your locker, asking for help on one of the essays that was due in a week.

He told you that you were known as the "smarty-pants" in class so he swallowed his pride because this was the only class he was having trouble in. You laughed at his face — apologizing to him shortly after wiping your tears away — explaining that you thought English was the most basic and easiest subject to get through. His face turned red and he started backing out of the conversation, arguing with you that it was far from easy. You refuted back about how could he mess up the first language he learned, leaving him stunned for a minute, then asking grumpily if you were going to help him or not. Grabbing the paper from his hands, you agreed to assist with the assignment.

From there, you learned that he wasn't just a sport-focused jock, he was authentic and enjoyed art more than football, doing the sport only because his dad made him. He was sweet and funny, dependable when you needed it. He was the shoulder that you needed to cry on those many years ago and soon enough, you confided in him about your soulmate.

Jean let you rant about it, deeply listening about how much suffering you had to go through just because you made an innocent little announcement about how Eren was going to be with you forever. He told you that it wasn't your fault, that you were just a kid, Eren was just a brat that didn't appreciate what he had and consequently took it out on you with his own insecurity. He told you everything that you needed to hear. Your parents and past teachers have always told you that in time, he'd realize that he loved you but there was never any progress. Why give all those hopeless dreams to that little girl?

If there was ever a chance to choose your soulmate, Jean Kirschtein would be the first pick. Whoever he was fated to was surely lucky.

The two of you let go of the pinky promise, his hand dropping down to his side until his eyes suddenly narrowed behind you. He grabbed you and held you to the side of the lockers, as if he was trying to hide you.

"Speak of the devil."

You partially snorted at the joke, turning your head and seeing Eren walking with Mikasa at his side. She had taken a darker gothic look to her when she reached high school, you didn't know whether it was because of her boyfriend's style or just the style she chose to wore. Either way, she still looked scarily good.

"I really can't see how they're still together when he's so shitty." Jean leaned in and whispered in your ear as they passed by.

"She's been like that since elementary school, she's just that in love with him." You whispered back and he made a face.

"Even if she knows that you're his soulmate?" The tug of your string reminded you of the fate you weren't able to change, teeth clenching.

"Soulmate or not, I don't belong to him. And it's not like I'm being cheated on, I'm not going to wait for someone that never liked me in the first place." As you bitterly responded, you watched the two disappear down the hallway, Mikasa kissing his cheek before the doors closed in on them.

If Eren wanted her, it was fine by you. He's established that he'd never love you and that wasn't going to ever change.

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"Horse-boy huh," Eren flicked a piece of balled paper in your direction, landing it right in front of your notebook while you were writing. "Expected better from you."

You promptly ignored him, brushing off the paper ball and trying to focus on your education rather than the nuisance next to you. Jean did not look anything resembling a horse, unless he was poking fun at his athletics. He didn't take your silence kindly however, hearing his tongue click quietly. You could feel his presence lean in close to you, his voice dropping down to a whisper.

"You guys fucking?" If your pencil was wooden, it would've broken from the amount of pressure you were putting on it. What a weirdly personal question to ask someone. And a disgusting one at that, especially towards the person he'd used to knock around for shits and giggles.

You wondered if you said yes, he'd leave you alone but you didn't want Jean get roped into this. Shooting a glare at him, you shrugged him away, going back into writing your notes. You heard a huff from him but he moved away, his clothes shuffling.

The both of you sat quietly for a while until the teacher announced that the final piece will be in partners due to budget cuts, but the partners would be the person you sat next to. Your heart sank deeply into the pit of your stomach and without even looking, you could imagine the smug smirk that his face had.

"Lucky me, at least I’m seated with someone I know."

"You don’t know me," You bluntly stated, irritatingly shoving your notebook into your backpack before the bell rang. "And let's keep it that way. All we will do is talk in this class and do our work, that's it."

Eren watched you get up, a stupid smirk still on his face. He got up and towered over you, his nefarious teal-green stare matching up to your irked glower. Your stomach twisted as you saw your reflection in the color, a cold sweat running down your back. How funny it was that after all these years, part of you was still terrified of him.

"Deny it as much as you like Y/N, there's no one who knows you better than your soulmate."

The bell ringing was like music to your ears and like yesterday, you got out of there as fast as possible. He's so scummy for thinking that he still can use it against you. Opening your phone on the way to your next class, you checked your email to see if any colleges had answered your admissions. They were mostly all out-of-state because you couldn't stand the thought of seeing Eren in any of the in-state ones.

"Y/N! Thank God you came out alive." A body collided into yours, a small oof coming out of you.

"I towld ou I'd be fwine." You replied, words muffled from being crushed into his chest. Jean finally pulled away, jokingly hitting you over the head.

"That doesn't make me worry any less."

A smile grew on your face as he rested a hand on your shoulder, the thoughts of Eren washing away. When the storm dissipated, the sun was always there to dry all the worries away. He was about to walk you to your next class when both your name and Jean's was called out, the dread coming back.

"I thought I wasn't able to catch up with you Y/N, you should try out for track and field." He panted dramatically, hands resting on his knees. Standing back up, he smugly grinned down at you. "Actually you can't anymore huh, since it's our last year in high school."

"What do you want Jaeger?" Jean spoke up for you, pulling your body closer to his protectively by the waist. You hoped that he didn't feel how hard your heart was beating right now. His eyes darted from one to the other, an eyebrow raising as if he put two and two together.

"I wanted to know why you keep hanging around my soulmate." The more he said that, the more of a migraine was forming.

He scoffed in response, rolling his eyes. "As if you can say anything, you're literally going out with Mikasa. Or did you suddenly forget that?"

You felt like you could see the tension between them, sparks of electricity flying off of each other's stares. The more he gets involved, the higher probability he'd end up as his next "meal". That's what you've heard others say about the fights he gets into, as if he was the top carnivore in the food chain.

"Jean, let's just go." Passively tugging at the side of his jersey, his eyes finally tore away from Eren's and the two of you started walking to your next class. Before the doors closed, you took one last glance back at him. He still had the smile and lifted up his left hand, waving at you.

In that moment, a flash of the red string revealed itself. There it was, wrapped around his empty ring finger. The doors closed, red fading away.

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Two months or so passed by after that incident, graduation nearing with every day. Frustratingly, Eren hasn't been attending the ceramics class, which meant that you were alone working on the final project. Not that you mind, this was the best outcome possible but you hated the fact that he just left you to do all the grunt work. There was word that he gotten himself into another fight and that's why he was consistently absent, but you swore that you've been seeing him in the edges of your vision. Even when you weren't at school, there was a familiar feeling that he was right there. Yet, every time you assumed it was him and turned to look, he disappeared like a cloud of smoke.

You had to be losing it, there was no other explanation.

Finally being fed up with it, you approached Armin and asked where Eren was. He told you that he's been attending class the entire time. Every class except yours. Did the blockhead finally realize boundaries or something because he can practice that while attending ceramics. You weren't going to go beg for him to come back; if he wasn't going to come, whatever. That's his grade that he's fucking up.

In better news, Jean told you that a big graduation party was going on in his house after the ceremony — hinting at the fact that none of his parents would be in town — and you gladly took his invitation. You weren't the biggest party-goer in the first place but it would be nice to celebrate the end of your K-12 education. Plus, you haven't celebrated much in over ten years due to what happened with Eren, so it would also be something akin to a commemoration of a new beginning for you.

For the project, you decided to make a teapot with a set of two cups. Someone sat next to you while you were busy forming one of the teacups, your attention to the craft unwavering.

"No hello?" You nearly dropped the clay formation to the floor, your shoulders tensing. You took a slow breath before looking up at the person.

"Eren."

His hand reached over and started playing around with a loosened strand of your hair that you didn't tie up. He wasn't wearing the leather jacket anymore — the late April weather most likely prevented him from using it — and had on a fitted white t-shirt instead. Your eyes wandered to his well-knitted upper arms, seeing layered designs inked into his tan skin. Wow.

You quickly cleared your throat, turning back to your creation before he caught you staring.

"You've been ditching class."

He let out a soft chuckle, shrugging nonchalantly. "I've been busy. I told the staff that they should give me a free period around this time but they denied my request, telling me that my dad had a hand in the decision."

Would that be considered nepotism in Eren's case? His hand left your hair and trailed down your arm, feeling the cool rings slide down your skin. He smoothly grabbed the floral designed teacup from your hand while you were distracted with his touch, pulling it up to his face to observe it.

"I'm working on that, careful!" You scolded in exasperated tone, trying to grab it back from him. He scooted the chair away from you, still looking at the cup.

"You're only making this for our final?"

"My final, you haven't worked on anything since you ditched. And I already finished the teapot." He raised an eyebrow at you, handing it back to you.

"Then I'll do the other cup, that's your plan isn't it?" Eren removed each one of his rings and put them in his bag pocket. He then reached over and grabbed a handful of clay from the block, starting to knead it under his hands.

Wait. How did he know that? Your notes weren't currently out and he definitely hasn't been around you to see what you were making for the class. It could be an accurate guess of course, it wouldn't make sense for a tea set to have only one teacup.

"Fine, but it better look good. I'd rather not settle with a C in a simple art class, thank you very much."

The two of you sat in silence, focused on the project in each other's own hands. The atmosphere was... peaceful? Comfortable? There was still some sort of unease in the air, but there was something tranquil about it, in an odd way.

If you and Eren had never known each other in the past, perhaps there was a chance that the whole soulmate route could've worked out. Would he have ended up differently if you never had that outburst? You couldn't really imagine him alternatively from what he was now, it was difficult to think of him as anything but a bully.

Glancing over at what he was working on, you suddenly felt your heart flutter and string tighten. Eren formed the clay into a heart shape, the cup was still kind of rough in some areas but it was still cute regardless. He picked up a carving tool and started making designs on the side, straying from your intended design but nevermind that. It was nice he was putting in some effort for the final.

You watched him put the tool inside of the cup and carve something inside, settling it down afterwards.

"Done."

"Can I see what you did?" As you reached over, he seized your wrist with one clay-dirtied hand.

"Nope. Are you done with yours?" You sighed and nodded, pulling your hand out of his grip. In a flash, he grabbed yours and started carving inside of it. Internally you were screaming, thinking that he was going to ruin it but he handed it back to you afterwards in one piece. You took a look on the inside and on the bottom of the cup, there were his initials carved in.

E.J.

Irritation bubbled within you. Did he do that as some sort of ploy for credit? You carefully snatched his created cup, peering at the bottom. He didn't stop you, only observing. The original anger soon quickly dissipated, the feeling replaced with a stewing bittersweetness.

Eren wrote in your initials but your last name was a J instead. What was he trying to imply?

"Why did you...?" Speechlessly, you scanned his gaze with a puzzled complexion. What were you searching for, what did you even want to see? There was nothing but that empty teal-green abyss that you've woefully admired for years.

"You're fucking with me again, aren't you?"

You tried to not look as if all of your hope was given up all over again. Instead of physically harassing you, he's resorted to emotional and psychological tricks. Why did that hurt more than getting actually hit? You needed to stop forgetting that Eren was no longer that kid, that same kid you've chased around the hidden creek during the months where you still considered each other as companions.

You got up from your seat to clean off the dried clay from your hands, feeling it crumble and fall away just like the remaining pieces of your heart. You could feel tears well up when you knew it wasn't supposed to, letting out a quiet sigh out. This time around, all you were going to focus on was yourself, graduation, and Jean's party. No more Eren, no more soulmates, no more red string.

Just you.

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"Are you all ready to go absolutely crazy tonight?!"

You winced as the megaphone in Jean's hands blared in your ears, covering up the side of the ear where he was. The crowd cheered just as loudly as he did, Connie playing airhorns on the sound system to hype them up even more. You didn't expect the turnout to be this large but you shouldn't expect anything less from one of the most popular athletic students.

"Then let's make this a night to remember, Shiganshina graduates!" You watched him throw the megaphone in someone else's hands, then jump down from the stage that held the music booth, the crowd enveloping him with excited shouts and screams. You immediately lost him in the wave of people, sighing in amusement. You knew he was going to be fine but you would definitely find him later on clutching for life over a toilet.

Now, where to start your own version of a little celebration? Shoving yourself through, you entered the jam packed house, trying to apologize with every person you passed by. Suddenly, a hand grabbed you and pulled you through the clumped up bodies into a decently spaced out area.

"Armin?" The blond sheepishly smiled, raising a red solo cup as a greeting towards you.

"Thought you weren't the party-girl type."

"I thought you weren't even the type to party. Aren't you someone that only spends time locked up in their room with stacks of books?" He laughed, shaking his head.

"It seems that we both aren't like what we were supposed to be." He grinned and gave you his cup, tapping the kitchen counter to get Marco's attention. He handed him another solo cup, presumably with the same liquid as what he gave to you. You couldn't really tell what it was due to the party lights but when you pulled it up to your mouth, you could smell the scent of a very strong liquor.

Fuck it, why not. This was a once-in-a-lifetime experience, might as well get a little fucked up. It'll help you temporarily forget thinking about him all the time.

You took a quick little inhale and started downing the cup. You cringed as the sharp burn of alcohol went down your throat, feeling a little warm afterwards. Crushing the cup in one hand, you looked up at Armin with a crooked, flushed out smile.

"Another please."

Each drink came by in a blur, your mind melting and meshing together. You knew you were currently on the dance floor, probably in the backyard again, strangers' bodies rhythmically clashing into yours. Some loud music Connie put on was incoherently playing and you felt someone place their hands around your waist from behind, a tipsy giggle coming out of you. As you took a glance back, you were not surprised in the slightest on who your sudden dance partner was.

Armin was dancing behind you, a dark red blush already formed on the apples of his cheeks. His blue eyes hazily looked down at you and you turned around, playfully pulling him in towards you by his white button up. His hands never left the curves of your hips, almost barely lifting up your tank top and touching your bare skin. The warmth that was shared between your two drunk bodies was sweltering, the immense tension between each other growing with each sway and laugh.

There were rumors back in school on who his soulmate is. Some say he's Annie's but due to Bertolt being consistently around her, a handful were unconvinced. Very few said that it was Mikasa, another little group spread the joke around that Jean was his soulmate. At this moment, who cared?

Eren had been dating Mikasa for nearly four years, of course they had PDA before. You? You didn't even have your first kiss yet.

One part of you had always wanted to give your first kiss to Jean, but he was too dear for you to lose as a best friend. The other part of you, the little devil on your shoulder, wanted to be petty. To give something that was originally intended for a soulmate to his very best friend, it would be more than enough revenge for you.

Sliding your hand up his body to the curvature of his neck, you pulled him down to your level. You leaned in close to his face, the two of you panting from dancing. You never knew how lovely his blue eyes were as they shined under the colored lights, you were always too afraid too look at him back then.

Armin was the one that made the first move, pressing his lips against yours, his eyes closing as soon as contact was made. You returned his affections, your own eyes closing as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in closer. Through his kiss, you could taste the bitterness of alcohol on his lips. His hands squeezed your hips, a shiver going through your entire body. He was gentle — not pushing for anything more — his soft lips finally leaving yours.

Your heart was beating hard as you gazed upon those eyes of his, swearing up and down that you had instantaneously felt butterflies nervously swirl around in your stomach. If Eren could date others, you can too. What was stopping you besides a flimsy ass string?

"Y/N, I—" Armin paused, his eyes connected with something behind you. They suddenly widened with a particular kind of fear, the red blush of his face immediately draining white. It seemed that he had sobered up, removing his body from yours and backing away in a frightened manner.

"I-I'm so sorry!" What?

He ran off, leaving you confused and with mixed emotions. You couldn't have been that bad at kissing right? Give yourself a break, it was your first kiss after all. Hands made their place on your shoulders, alarms beginning to blare in your head. Before you could turn to see who it was, one hand shot up and wrapped around your mouth while the other quickly went around your waist, forcefully pulling you back.

You struggled hard, trying to fight against the stranger that was kidnapping you but the alcohol in your system made it difficult to do much. The other partygoers seemed to not notice you, either too drunk off their asses or maybe even high off of something.

Without much thought, you began to bite down on the person's fingers as hard as you possibly could. They yelled out in pain and let you go, your body falling to the concrete. You winced as you felt your knees and hands scrape against the coarse rocks. Before you were able to get up, they grabbed your arm and lifted you back up to your feet, slamming you against the wall. A hand pressed one of your shoulders firmly against the textured brick, keeping you trapped.

"Ten years later and you're still a fucking bitch." A chill ran down your entire body, sobering reality hitting like a truck. Those piercing eyes glimmering in the party lights glared down at you coldly, a grimace on his face.

"It takes one to know one," You spat back in reply. "Last time I checked, Jean didn't invite you."

Eren suddenly started laughing, shaking his head. You were stunned in disbelief, he thinks this is some kind of joking matter?

"You think a little paper invite is gonna stop me from coming? God, I don't even know how they let you into the honor roll with that mind of yours."

Your face grew hot and you shoved his hand off of your shoulder. This party was supposed to be your way of forgetting about him. He can't keep showing out the blue right when you were moving on and focusing on better things in your life.

"What do you even want Eren?"

He stopped laughing, his gaze growing more intense as he looked down at you. You suddenly felt like you were shrinking the more he stared down at you in distaste.

"It's a funny story actually, I wanted to get drunk as any other person here but then I saw my whore of a soulmate sucking face with my best friend right in the middle of the crowd," It was your turn to feel the color drain from your own face. "It's really funny, isn't it? She's so desperate for my attention, she'd give her own body to anyone who's asking, even if it's someone like Armin."

You shoved him back, his body colliding into the wooden fence behind him. You were trembling, fists shakily balling up.

"For your information, Armin kissed me first. And you know damn well that you out of all people, have no right to call me a whore. I don't even know where to begin with how much you've treated me like shit either." You started to let loose everything you wanted to say to him, tears welling up and dripping down your cheeks. He stood up, his head down and face unreadable as you continued to chew him out.

"And how fucking dare you! Why still consider me as 'soulmate property' when all you've been doing for years is torture me?!"

Maybe it was the alcohol still circulating in your body that was making you too emotional, but in the first time in forever, you sobbed in front of him. Eren stood quietly as you sniffled, swiping your wrists over your wettened cheeks.

"There's nothing you can fix Eren, this string hasn't done anything but torment us. What ties us together isn't love, it never has been and it never will be." You wanted to go home, he ruined everything as always. The only redemption he'd ever get is that he would never speak to you ever again.

You opened the metal side door of Jean's home and began to walk out when you felt his hands grab your shoulders once more and turn you around. Like clockwork, you balled up your fist and was ready to punch him in the face until he grabbed that very hand's wrist and held it back against the door. You struggled against his grip, eyes wide in shock.

"What are you- Eren! Let me g—"

He interrupted you, his lips slamming onto yours roughly. A dull throbbing pain emerged as his teeth clashed into yours. The back of your head hit the metal door, a resonant clang bouncing off as it was forcibly shut closed. His free hand curled around the dip of your back and pulled your body closer to his.

Eren's tongue forced its way through your mouth, the metal ball rolling around against your tongue. He kissed you as if he was starving, as if it was vital that he had to have you like this. It was completely overwhelming. The shock put you in a hazy daze, your body burning up to a scalding and uncomfortable heat.

Unlike Armin's, he was needily intense. He messily intermingled his saliva with yours, pushing even more deeply into you. It was suffocating, he was suffocating. Through the thickened haze, you felt his hand trail down to the curve of your ass and something solid was slowly rubbing against your thigh, immediate fear coursing through your body.

Without a second to waste, you bit down as hard as you could. Eren cried out in pain in your mouth and pulled away from you, his hand shooting to his face. He removed his hand and you saw a dark liquid dripping down his chin, the taste of iron and a spherical object in your mouth soon coming into realization.

Spitting out whatever was in your mouth into your hand, immediate nausea started to come in waves as you gazed upon it. You felt dizzy and out of breath, your heart wildly beating to the point where it started to ache.

You ignored the squeeze of the string, feeling it tighten till you were sure that circulation had cut off. The two of you shared a look, yours reflected a terrified stare and his... his pupils were blown out with a mortifying desire. A desire that you did not want any part in.

You dropped the piercing and ran, completely horrified to look back.

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You didn't tell anyone what had happened afterwards. You texted Jean that you left after a few drinks and thanked him for the invite, but you neglected to tell him the other bits and pieces. He didn't need to know or else he'd get all worked up about it. You didn't have Armin's phone number but you assumed that his friendship was still intact, occasionally seeing the blond visit the Jaeger household every few days or so. All he will be would be the one that took your first kiss from you.

It was difficult trying not to think about what had occurred in Jean's party. How can you even forget that kind of moment? You didn't even know what Eren wanted from you anymore, did he still hate you or did he finally realize he had feelings for you far too late in life? What a jackass. Technically, he cheated on Mikasa and that made him even more scummier than before. Regardless, you weren't ever going to reciprocate.

There was a particular temptation to smash the cup that Eren made into itty bitty pieces. When the two of you got an A on the final, you told him he could keep his cup. It was only fair after all.

He refused, instead taking the one that you made. You watched him carefully tuck it into his backpack, partially in awe that he actually cared to keep it from breaking. All you were left with was the teapot and his heart-shaped teacup. Instead of throwing it away, you put it on a shelf next to other various trinkets of yours. Now that you were looking at it now, a mix of a melancholy frustration occupied your thoughts.

The weeks after the party, you tried avoiding getting out of the house unless your parents strictly forced you to. Fate had always been against you so if there was even a minute where you were alone, you knew that Eren would mysteriously come along. Your parents just assumed that it was college jitters and you were afraid of leaving home, but unfortunately it was really more than that. It was not their burden to bear — they were already too old to be worrying about soulmate issues — this was your mess and you had to deal with it like an adult.

In better news, the college that you've wanted to go to since junior year graciously accepted your application. Sooner or later, you were flying a few states over for orientation and to check into the apartment that you and your parents found after the acceptance. You got the email mid-June while you were still moping over the party incident, screaming the house awake once more as if it was your ninth birthday.

You told Jean over the phone, the speakers nearly blowing out on his side of the call. The two of you promised to try syncing up breakfast and dinners since you were moving in a city with a separate time zone, and he'd update you on what's happening back in the town. He decided to take a gap year, the sole reason he explained to you was to gain work experience from what his dad was doing. You joked saying that you would be graduating before he would; in response, he told you to piss off and have a safe flight.

You tried having the move be as downlow as possible, making the decision to only bring essentials and anything else that was too big and noticeable would stay at home. It sucked that it had to be this way — you worried that you might leave something important behind — but you didn't want to catch the attention of anyone that wasn't family or friends.

You adjusted the bag on your back, flicking the edge of the orientation pamphlet that was handed over to you before entering the university. The map layout was on the front, other pieces of information were inside, ranging from various major and club booths to scheduled times of educational presentations the university was providing for today. For fun, you were thinking of joining the photography club or one of the book clubs, slinking through the crowd to get to the booths. After checking out the booths, you were going to one of the presentations for your chosen major.

This had to be your most peaceful moment in your life. The air was fresh and everyone was so kind, it was a relief that none of them knew about the person that haunted your very being. He no longer shadowed you, consumed you to the point where your identity was constantly associated with his.

You entered the room that the designated presentation was being held in and settled in the back, getting the full view of the space. No one was inside yet, maybe because you had got here just a little bit too early. It was fine however, it let you quietly observe without looking too weird.

This university was on the slightly older side, the seats were still the big wooden seats that served as a table at the same time with a deflated cushion and one side of the walls had stained glass windows, softly reflecting the colors onto you. It was a charming place, you'd love to attend a class in here.

There was a sound of someone settling down besides you, the seat creaking with age. You wanted to make any friends that were in your major as quickly as possible, miss any opportunity to befriend someone and you'd be lonely and struggling the entire time you'd be here. Turning towards the stranger, you began to extend your hand and greet them, until you fell short on your words when your eyes connected.

"E-eren?"

It couldn't be. It shouldn't be.

How did he know where you were attending? You never told anyone besides Jean and your parents. Jean would never tell anyone, especially him out of all people, and you've begged your parents not to publicly post anything about where you were attending until you graduated. Your jarred confusion must've amused him because a pleased grin started to form on his face, his head resting on his hand as he stared back at you. The glow of the string illuminated the side of his face, malice reflecting off of him.

Those cursed teal-green eyes, a color of a persistent poison with no antidote.

Everything crashed down on you, the world turning upside down. You abruptly stood up, stumbling backwards as you tried to get away. He didn't make a move, only watching you idiotically bumble around. Like a predator stalking its prey, you could tell when he was getting ready to strike. Maybe he had already got you wrapped up in his web, you just never realized it until now.

As you tried to get out of the room, the door handle didn't budge. Terror shot through you and you still tried to open it, tugging and pushing against the wooden door. You cried out in panic, beginning to hit the door with your fists, hopeful that anyone outside would hear you. A few minutes went by and no one came, your luck at an all time low.

Nothing. Nothing you did worked at all.

You finally faced him unwillingly, watching him stick out his tongue. A hand went over your mouth in shock. Nearly from the middle to the tip, there was a healed slit. He moved it and you gasped, his tongue parting in two. Oh God, what the hell happened? Wait... where did the metal ball go?

In that very moment, that very night came back to you in a flash. The taste of blood. The spherical piercing in your mouth. Your stomach churned in horrid disgust.

You did that.

"So..." Eren put away his tongue and got up from his seat, slowly nearing you. You were shaking, the feeling of consciousness slipping away as your heart hammered too fast for everything else in your body to keep up.

"Won't we finish what you've started?"

#tw: yandere #tw: violence #tw: stalking #tw: bullying #yandere #yandere attack on titan #yandere aot #yandere shingeki no kyojin #yandere eren jaeger #yandere eren yeager #yandere eren #yandere eren x reader #yandere x female reader #yandere male x reader #yandere male #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #attack on titan imagines #shingeki no kyojin imagines #eren jaeger #eren yeager #eren jaeger x reader #eren yeager x reader #eren x reader #reader insert #fem reader

[karizard-ao3]

Clueless Teens all grown up headcanons

I guess technically as the author I could declare this all fic canon but I think it's more fun to leave it open-ended so people can imagine their own things. Still, this is what I was picturing for them in the future. (Actually, for some of the couples, the kids I imagined for them got recycled over to my single parents au. Not Eremika's kids, but the other ones for the most part.)

Historia and Ymir have one daughter who they spoil the fuck out of. They also plan elaborate vow renewals approximately whenever they feel like it. When I was considering writing a one shot of them all grown up it was going to be everyone gathered at one of Yumihisu's destination vow renewal ceremonies.

Reibert. Oh gosh. They were going to "no homo" their way right to the altar and be very happy together.

Connie. He does not end up with Mina. I was of two minds with him: Either he is trying to find a milf to settle down with, or he is married to Sasha's cousin and they are struggling with fertility so he's the cool uncle with all the dogs and the secret pain of wishing they could have a child. I don't know why this is the case. It's just what I feel. Connie would be pretty much the ideal stepdad, imo.

Nicosasha. Again, I was of two minds! It's not realistic to have this many high school couples end up together in long term relationships/ marriages, but I also don't want to make anyone break up. Still, I can see Sasha and Nico having some kind of separation for a few years. Maybe getting married and then divorced and then marrying each other again ten years later or some shit. Why? I don't know. They are clearly very much in love, but that doesn't always last. Still, out of everyone I can see Sashe remarrying her first husband, with maybe a second husband in between. Greedy.

Aruani. These two go on their little date after Armin graduates and then proceed to not get together for another four years. Like, they still talk all the time and probably hook up when they see each other but they're like, "Meh, let's not do long distance. Let's keep it casual and if we still want to be together after college, we'll move in together immediately." It works for them and they eventually have a little boy, but Eremika are absolutely scandalized because they could never be so hands off.

Eremika. As you know, they have four kids super close in age. Mikasa makes a living streaming (she's the breadwinner. She's got that Azumabito business sense and Ackerman gaming skill) and Eren does civil rights law. So they have a pretty comfortable life and they spend a lot of time with their families. Eren walks around shirtless a lot, which is very popular on Mikasa's streams and he likes to come up and read the chats while she plays. If anyone tries to hit on her or says something sexual, he immediately loses his shit and starts threatening to find them and kick their asses. Mikasa is very pleased when she finally makes enough money to be able offer to fund Armin's dreams of opening a comics and games shop.

Pokkopiku. I think they also are the type to be parents to an only child. I'm thinking a girl. Pieck is very busy with her journalism career and Porco is living the stay at home dad dream. Maybe he becomes an influencer. He definitely keeps taking photos at every opportunity and he's got a bit of an online following. I think he might manage to book some gallery shows. When their daughter gets older he might get back into doing photojournalism again, and eventually they become a journalistic team once more, kind of like when they were in high school except this time with globe-hopping. I could see Pieck deciding to homeschool their kid so the whole family could go on assignments with her. In single parents au, I gave Porco twins, though (he's only in a couple scenes and we never meet his family, but he mentions them), and so I also kind of like the idea of Clueless Teens Pokkopiku having boy/girl twins. The point is, Pieck is willing to delay her career advancement long enough for one pregnancy and no more than that, so if they're going to have more than one kid, it has to be a multiple birth.

Am I forgetting anyone? I feel like I'm leaving someone out. I don't know! It's getting late and I have a few more things I want to work on before I go to be, so let me know who- Jeanmarco.

8. I don't really know if I think Jean and Marco end up together. I don't think they ever admit they have any kind of romantic feelings for each other because Jean is not totally comfortable with admitting to being bi at this juncture in time. I think they stay friends but Marco eventually moves on with a nice guy and Jean meets a nice woman who didn't know what a skeeze he was in high school and settles down with her and then eventually comes out when he's older and it's less taboo. He also does not revert back to being a creep.

Okay, now I think that's everyone. But let me know if I left anyone important to you out!

(Read Clueless Teens here)

#clueless teens #my fics #headcanons #fic headcanons #eremika #aruani #reibert #yumihisu #pokkopiku #jeanmarco #eren jaeger #mikasa ackerman #armin arlert #annie leonhart #connie springer #nicolo from attack on titan #sasha braus #historia reiss #ymir freckles #reiner braun #bertholdt hoover #porco galliard #pieck finger #jean kirschstein #marco bott #longfic #attack on titan fanfic

[darlingkirstein]

fic masterlist — ao3:

EREMIKA:

abgtdtm/mpwd (gang au series):

• a beginner's guide to destroying the moon — after a chance encounter at the casino eren is employed at, he and mikasa instantly hit it off. the problem lies in the mystery that surrounds him — and his temporary unwillingness to answer certain questions. mature, multi-chapter, complete. 156k words. contains smut scenes.

• man proposes, woman disposes — motivated by the murder of her love, eren, mikasa teams up with all his greatest allies to take down the person truly responsible — grisha jaeger. mature, multi-chapter, ongoing.

other multi-chapter fics:

• thespian's coquetry (broadway au) — eren jaeger, a well-loved broadway actor rising in popularity, gets the chance to work with the talented, up-and-coming costume designer mikasa ackerman. mature, on-going.

• salvation's on your lips (midsommar au) — after a devastating accident leaves him without a family, eren jaeger is in search of inspiration abroad. mikasa ackerman, an inhabitant of a remote settlement in finland's lapland, offers him and his artistically-inclined friends the opportunity of a lifetime — until the group slowly realizes that the secluded paradise is not what they imagined. explicit, dead dove, ongoing.

smut one-shots/short fics:

• breed (breeding kink eren) — whenever he's inside mikasa, all eren can think about is putting a baby inside her belly. explicit, 3.1k words.

• heat lightning (phone sex) — stuck in a long-distance relationship, eren and mikasa have to be creative when it comes to satisfying their sexual frustration. explicit, 2.4k.

• nepotism baby (office romance) — mikasa starts working as grisha jaeger’s assistant at his company and is quickly introduced to his son, eren — the chief operating officer and the talk of the office ladies. mature, three chapters, complete, 16.8k words.

• divine feminine (stripper mikasa) — eren jaeger becomes infatuated with a stripper going by the name rose after she selects him for a random private dance. explicit, ongoing.

• dinnertime debauchery (medieval smut) — the lord and lady of shiganshina struggle to make it through a duke's party without excusing themselves to relieve their lecherous appetites. explicit, 12.2k words.

• nothing pairs better than pie with a glass of milk (1950s au) — mikasa, a housewife sick of her monotonous existence with a husband who hardly sees her as a person, falls into the open arms of eren — the handsome new milkman stopping by with the latest delivery. explicit, ongoing, 4.7k.

JEANPIKU:

one-shots/short stories:

• punch-drunk love — pieck tends to jean after an irresponsible night of drinking with his friends. teen and up, two chapters, 5.2k words.

• something like healing — jean takes care of pieck during a bad depressive episode. teen and up, one-shot, 4.7k words.

• kirsten's anatomy — a collection of all the times that medical mishaps befall jean — and all the ways that pieck is right there to support him. teen and up, on-going/anthology.

• dreams of dissonance — jean wakes up with a distressing nightmare, and pieck is right there to comfort him. teen and up, one-shot, 1.6k.

• sit pretty (let your wife do the work) — contrary to what his friends might assume, jean definitely isn't the dominant one in his marriage. pieck is. explicit, 3.7k.

EREMIKA:

• letters to hizuru (medieval) — prequel to dinnertime debauchery. details the arranged marriage of eren and mikasa following the death of eren's father, the lord of shiganshina. mature, multi-chapter.

• sequel to dinnertime debauchery (medieval) — detailing mikasa's pregnancy and the birth of the lord and lady's first child.

JEANPIKU:

• canon-verse ambassadors boat smut — explicit, one-shot. tbd.

GENERAL:

• jean kirstein trichotillomania character study — teen and up, one-shot. sensitive content.

#writers on tumblr #writing #fic writing #eremika #jeanpiku #ao3 writer #ao3 #darlingkirstein fics

[sinigangsta-ao3]

chp. 4 - "sins of our fathers" (rival gang eremika au)

READ ON AO3

rating: explicit (fic ongoing)

pairing: eremika (with minor background relationships)

tags: modern rival gang au, enemies to lovers, forbidden love, age difference, sociopolitical issues, racism, economic disparity, political corruption, family dysfunction, smut, angst, bit of a low burn...

chapter preview:

“You are meant for more than the small-town politics that we are all steeped in now.” Kiyomi looks toward their car, now pulled up to the curb. “Your uncle knows it. Your cousin knows it. Both clans in their entirety know it. We’ve readied you as best we can, and we are ready for you now. This is your time.” Mikasa tastes warm iron. Sometime amidst her aunt’s speech, she had gnawed the inside of her cheek raw. She runs her tongue over the damaged tissue. “What if—“ The words whither on Mikasa’s tongue when Rin appears at her side. He wordlessly beckons for the garment bag. Mikasa gladly relinquishes it. But the heaviness remains. Mikasa’s throat feels like sandpaper, coarse and painful. She forcefully swallows to lubricate her vocal cords, to enable speech as Rin returns to open the door, to assist Kiyomi into the car. “What if I’m not ready, Aunt Kiyomi?” Her voice is sharp and gasping, as if she had been drowning. “What if I don’t want this to be my time?”

#eremika #eremika fic #rival gang au #sins of our fathers #my fics

[pickalilywrites]

An Ackerman family Christmas party. Rivetra is married and Mikasa is dating Eren

last xmas request from 2023. thanks :)

just an ackerman family christmas

eremika. rivetra. modern au. 1817 words. read on ao3.

“Why are you so nervous?” Mikasa asks, glancing down at the foot that Eren hadn’t even been aware that he was tapping. She elbows him and throws him an encouraging smile. “You’ve met my family before. They all love you.”  

“I’m not sure that’s entirely true,” Eren mumbles as he shuffles on the front porch steps of Mikasa’s cousin’s house.  

It’s true that Eren has met her entire family before and for the most part he gets along well with many of her relatives. Her parents adore him, and her aunt has been nothing but kind to him. He was afraid of her grandfather and uncle at first, but both warmed up to him after a few drinks. Mikasa’s cousin Levi, however, is an entirely different story. 

“Oh, Levi’s just like that,” Mikasa says with a roll of her eyes. Despite all the complaints she has about her cousin — his lack of social skills, his crass sense of humor, and his foul mouth — Mikasa gets along incredibly well with him. Eren should probably trust her when she says that Levi doesn’t hate him, but he still can’t bring himself to believe it. “Relax and enjoy yourself instead of worrying about my cousin. It’s just an Ackerman family Christmas. Nobody’s going to hurt you.” 

“Maybe I can just stay out of his line of sight and everything will be fine,” Eren suggests. 

Mikasa snorts in amusement. “Does he terrify you that much? He’s harmless, you know. He might seem like a thug, but he’s a total softie inside. How else would he have pulled Petra otherwise?” Mikasa asks, referring to Levi’s wife.  

“I went to the wedding, and I still can’t believe it,” Eren says.  

Levi is the grumpiest person Eren has ever met. Petra is the human embodiment of sunshine. Maybe it’s true that opposites attract, but Eren still has a difficult time understanding how the two had made their relationship work in the first place. He will agree that Levi and Petra have an amazing relationship, but he just can’t understand it at all. 

At that moment, Levi pulls open the door. On his face is the same disgruntled expression that Eren always sees him wear except Eren swears that Levi’s frown grows deeper when he sees Eren standing next to his cousin.  

“H-hi,” Eren stammers, stumbling back in surprise at Levi’s sudden appearance. 

“Merry Christmas,” Mikasa says, greeting her cousin with a pleasant smile. She holds out a pot of cream stew for Levi to take. 

“Merry Christmas!” Petra chimes from inside the house, popping her head out from the kitchen to flash Eren and Mikasa a welcoming smile before disappearing back into the kitchen. Already, the delicious aromas of tonight’s Christmas dinner fill the small and cozy house. The sight of her makes Eren feel a little more relaxed, but any feeling of ease disappears as soon as Levi opens his mouth. 

“We said no gifts this year. Why did you bring that?” Levi asks, gesturing towards the bag hanging from Eren’s hand. As Eren stammers and fumbles over his words, Levi takes the stew from his cousin and begins walking into the house. He glances back and notices that Mikasa has followed him in, but Eren is still idling by the open door. “Don’t stand in front of the door like an idiot. You’re letting the cold in. Get inside and shut the door behind you before you catch a cold.”  

“Y-yes, sir!” Eren says before tripping over his feet trying to get inside before Levi casts him another disapproving glance. He nearly falls flat on his face trying to kick off his boots, but he manages to stop himself from looking like a bigger idiot than he already is and quickly shuts the door behind him. He scurries hurriedly behind Levi and offers Mikasa’s cousin the bag. “I know you said no gifts, but I thought it would be nice to get you and Petra something to thank you for hosting.” 

Levi glances down at the bag that Eren offers him. His hands are still full with the pot of stew and Eren immediately feels stupid for not remembering. Levi nods towards a console table sitting in the hall. It’s decorated with a festive, red tablecloth and a simple ivy runner that hangs down the sides. “Set it there for now. Petra and I will bother with it later.” 

“Levi, don’t be rude. It was very sweet for Eren to bring an unexpected gift. It wasn’t necessary, but it’s such a kind gesture,” says Petra with a wide smile on her face as she emerges from the kitchen. She pats her hands down on her apron before taking the gift from Eren and placing it on the console table for him. As Levi disappears into the kitchen to heat the stew on the stove, Petra takes Eren by the arm and leads him and Mikasa towards the living room where the rest of the family is gathered.  

Mikasa’s family look happy to see Eren and Mikasa, their faces breaking out into a smile when the two of them enter the living room. Mikasa goes immediately to her parents who stand up to greet her with a hug. Her father and mother turn towards Eren and gesture for him to join them as well so that they can envelop him in their arms. 

“Poor boy. Why is he shaking so much? Did you scare him, Petra?” Mikasa’s father jokes and Petra can only laugh and shake her head.  

“I was in the kitchen, so I’m afraid that Levi got to him before I could,” Petra says. She gives Eren’s arm a squeeze and smiles apologetically at him. “I better get back before Levi burns the kitchen down. That man can burn water if nobody’s watching him. Go ahead and talk to everyone else before we serve dinner. It’ll probably help you feel better before you have to sit at the same table as Levi.” 

“Haha, yeah,” Eren says, laughing weakly as he watches Petra leave. He turns towards Mikasa and hisses, “See, I told you he hates me! Even Petra knows.”  

“Petra’s joking. Levi doesn’t hate anyone except maybe your brother Zeke,” Mikasa snorts.  

“Yeah, I don’t understand that either!” Eren says. Zeke and Levi have only met each other a few times, but it’s been very apparent that Levi has a distaste for Eren’s older brother. Maybe Levi just has something against Jaeger men in general? 

“God, you’re so oblivious,” Mikasa sighs, but she gives him an affectionate pat on the head anyway.  

Eren isn’t sure what Mikasa means by that, but he decides not to dwell on it too much. He’s already worried about why Levi dislikes him (despite Mikasa’s insistence that it’s not the case) without worrying about why Levi dislikes his older brother, too. He wants to worry about it, chew his nails and whine about it to Mikasa, but he knows it would ruin the festive mood so he decides to mix and mingle with the rest of Mikasa’s family. He feigns a smile and converses with Mikasa’s grandfather and uncle, laughing at their jokes even if they aren’t all that funny and throwing in a few punny jokes of his own. He talks to Mikasa’s parents about what has been going on with his life recently and listens to them attentively as they gush about the old Ackerman Christmas parties of the past and how delighted they are to celebrate one with him this year. Despite his cheerful demeanor, he’s actually terrified on the inside about how he’ll eventually have to sit at the same table as Levi Ackerman who will most definitely staring daggers at him while he tries to swallow down honey smoked ham and mashed potatoes drowned in gravy.  

Eventually, the dreaded family dinner begins and Eren is devastated to find that he’s been seated across from Levi. Even with Mikasa squeezing his knee encouragingly under the table, Eren still finds it difficult to eat. He pushes his food from side to side on his dish as he smiles nervously at the people around him, not realizing he’s doing so until Levi comments on it. 

“Eat before your food gets cold. Don’t insult Petra’s work by not eating anything,” Levi says. 

“Sorry!” Eren says and immediately starts shoveling food down his mouth. He’s sure it’s delicious, but he’s too busy trying to inhale as much food as possible to truly appreciate all the textures and flavors of the dishes Petra has prepared. With a mouth full of food, Eren gurgles, “’s ama’ing, Pehra!” 

“Thank you, Eren! I’m glad you’re enjoying it,” Petra says with a warm smile before shooting her husband a steely glare and jabbing him in the side with her elbow. She hisses, “Be nice to Eren. You’re scaring the poor boy.”  

Levi snorts in response, lifting his glass of wine and taking a sip to hide his smirk.  

The rest of the dinner goes just as unsuccessfully. Eren is so self-conscious of himself that he can’t help but tremble under Levi’s gaze. He has difficulty even cutting into the Christmas ham because his hands shake so much and Mikasa eventually has to take over and cut his ham into manageable pieces. It’s a Christmas miracle that he doesn’t spill his hot chocolate everywhere on the table. By the time dinner is over, he’s a complete wreck of a man and can only stand in the corner of the room cowering while the rest of the Ackermans socialize.  

“Look what you’ve done, Levi. You’ve taken a perfectly good boy and completely destroyed him,” Petra sighs with a shake of her head. She puts her arms around Eren and glares at her husband.  

“He’s fine,” Levi says dismissively. He waves Eren off. “Don’t stand there like a fucking statue. Go talk to everyone. Don’t be rude.”  

“Yes, sir!” Eren says and walks mechanically towards the rest of the family.  

Mikasa and Levi watch as Petra gently guides Eren to a couch. He takes a seat beside Mikasa’s parents who invite him into their conversation about their New Year’s plans. As he engages with them, he begins to relax and even smiles.  

“He’s going to run away if you keep treating him like that,” Mikasa comments as she and her cousin continue to observe her boyfriend. 

“Believe me, if I wanted to get rid of him he would have been gone a long time ago,” Levi replies before taking a sip of his wine. From the corner of his eye, he observes Mikasa observing Eren and sees how the corners of her lips turn up slightly as she watches him laugh. “Congratulations, cousin. You found yourself a good one.”  

“Thanks,” Mikasa says. She purses her lips to hide her smile while her parents laugh at something her boyfriend has said. “I think so, too.” 

#eremika #rivetra #snk #eren jaeger #mikasa ackerman #levi ackerman #petra ral #modern au #requests #asks #answered #anon #anonymous

[strscrossed]

hi!

stella or rae, she/her, 30+ ❤️

this is my writing sideblog for fics and current fandom fixations. i like to muse and post my thoughts here a lot and i like to word vomit my ideas here!

my current hyperfixation is aot. my ships are mainly eremika, jeanpiku, and jikupiku but i am a multishipper and i like most ships! my other interests are hotd, jjk, thg/tbosas, star wars, various books and tv show!

this blog is 18+! so minors please do not interact! there is quite a bit of nsfw and dark content here! this is a safe space for all ideas so please keep that in mind!

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tumblr aus:

mean dom hobo eren

high school reincarnation au

divorce au

mechanic paths au

pirate au

baby trapping au

nannykasa

unemployed mikasa au

omegaverse apocalypse au

published on ao3

🖤 i killed the sun for you - [eremika / warlord au / multi-chapter / ongoing]

❤️ blood red and sweet - [eremika / royalty au / multi-chapter / ongoing]

💜 a losing game - [jeanpiku / canon-divergence au / multi-chapter / on-going]

💛 i promise you a million tomorrows - [eremika / modern cabin au / multi-chapter / ongoing]

💐 to another place and time - [eremika / 123 elopement au / one-shot / complete]

🌊 and then the sea swept in - [jeanpiku / modern au / multi-chapter / hiatus]

🔥 i know your devils by name - [jeanpiku / role-reversal au / multi-chapter / complete]

✨ serendipity - [eremika / actor au / multi-chapter / ongoing]

🥀 love you to death - [eremika / death and the maiden au / multi-chapter / ongoing]

ideas/upcoming:

-> ballerina/mafioso au - au where ballerina mikasa and mafioso eren have an affair. mikasa is unaware of her family's position in the crime world and their relationship is forbidden.

-> do-over/world without walls semi-reincarnation au - au where eren and mikasa get a do-over starting from the day met. they get one chance to do it all over and do it right.

-> war god/love goddess au - au where eren is the literal personification of violence and mikasa is the literal personification of love and beauty. love and violence are two sides of the same coin.

-> victorian serial killer au - au where eren is a surgeon by day, serial killer that haunts the red light district at night and he meets and falls in love with a prostitute named mikasa.

-> jikupiku spin off of the actor au - basically jikupiku's love story and all the craziness that entails.

-> omegaverse au - very early stages with this one but something about single mother mikasa, an omega, who is raising two alpha daughters when she meets a very aggressive young alpha named eren.

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[sunlightandsuffering]

Hey lys! Remember that au where eremika were highschool sweethearts and then porco framed eren so they broke up. And then they reunite at their high school reunion but erens already got a girl.

I wanted to ask, do you know how you wouldve ended that au:

1) any ideas of scenes on the process of how they would end up together?

2) And what would be erens decision making behind choosing mikasa instead of the other girl - someone who he genuinely liked and who couldve given him a fresh new start, a potentially healthy lovely relationship?

OMG DIVORCE AU!! I do remember it!!!

I think they would have gotten together!! After a lot of drama and hurt feelings probably, like it would have taken a lot of work on Mikasa's part bc she really kind killed Eren, they straight up divorced!

I think he’d be very reluctant but he can’t help himself he gives her a chance this is the one that got away the ex love of his life back on his doorstep saying she regrets it, how could he not at least see where it goes. And then I think he dates them both for a bit, he’s really biased towards the other girl wants it to work. But after a romantic date together and spending the night he realizes he’s thinking of Mikasa and she’s what he wants, thinking about them hanging out and how persistent she is and he has to take her back 🥺🥺

Eren is fuming, positively fucking pissed, angrier than he's ever been in his life as he walks towards Mikasa's door, her little townhouse in the nice neighbourhood with good neighbours, exactly like her, pretty, sweet.

But Eren doesn't have time to consider her sweet right now, not when he's angrier than he's ever been in his twenty eight years on the fucking planet because what the fuck does she think she’s doing, who does she think she is??

All he feels is hot eclipsing rage as he bangs on the door, fist slamming into wood, the pain almost a balm to his fury.

She opens the door looking surprised to see him, her mouth parted and she’s stunning even this morning, no makeup, barefoot in a pair of blue sweat shorts and a threadbare T-shirt he’s sure belonged to him in high school.

“Eren! I’m sorry did we have plans and I forgot?”

“No,” he snaps, his tone frosty, his gaze trained on her pretty face, how irritatingly beautiful she is, how happy she is to see him.

He can’t take it, bursting abruptly, “What the fuck Mikasa?”

“I’m sorry?” She says, confusion evident on her face as she struggles to make sense of his sudden outburst.

Eren continues, unfazed, how dare she? His anger only grows because she has no idea what she’s done to him.

“What do you think you’re doing huh? Who do you think you are?”

“Ere I- I’m sorry I umm I don’t know what I’ve done, if you don’t want to see me anymore—“

He cuts her off, grabbing her by the waist, and going In dor a long brutal kiss, pulling her close, crushing her to him so she can’t escape. She makes the sweetest little noise into his mouth before melting into him.

He pulls back, out of breath and still angry as ever as he looks her over, her lips swollen and red, soft slate grey eyes wide and confused as she looks up at him.

“Who do you think you are Mikasa Ackerman to make me fall in love with you all over again?“

“Eren?” She says, her voice choked and questioning, “is it me are you choosing me?”

He brings his forehead to hers, leaning in to kiss her nose, “Yeah baby I’m choosing you and I’m fucking pissed about it.”

She laughs through her tears, crying in relief as her arms wrap around him for a hug, “Of course I’d fall in love with you not once but twice.”

#divorce au #lys’s drabbles

[likesunsetorange]

the last 10 days - aot countdown

thank you to @onwriting-hrarby for this idea and for tagging me! deliveries of love will always be near and dear to me because it was my (very late) intro to the aot fandom, and reignited my love for writing. i’ll be eternally grateful for the joy and relationships that’ve come into my life as a result.

on love and its unspoken sentiments

Her heart lurched at his words, an endless amount of support and consideration always being thrown her way. She gave him a soft smile, before leaning her head against his shoulder, her embrace offering up the words she wanted to say—a silent thank you. They sat like that for a while, eyeing the patrons of the park, letting the warm winds sway their hair, the sound of laughter and cicadas offsetting the comfortable silence between them.

Because sometimes words didn’t always need to be spoken to convey sentiments of what was felt. The actions and soft touches could say more than a million words ever could. So that night, when Eren held her a little closer, and Mikasa let her caresses linger just a little longer, it was clear that words like I’ll always be here, and You’re not someone I want to lose, were conveyed through every embrace and touch—an unspoken mutual understanding.

title: deliveries of love (ongoing, multi-chapter)

pair: eremika

tags: modern au, strangers to lovers, mentions of grief mental health issues, fluff

summary:

Slowly opening the door, she peered up to the face of an objectively attractive man taught in a pair of work pants and work boots, Trost Fire Department, adorning the shirt that covered his broad chest. Noting the look of annoyance that was painted all over his face, she finally opened her mouth to speak before he quickly cut her off.

“Umm, hi,” he started, “Did you happen to take my package?”

or

a little misunderstanding sparks a potential romance between two (unknowingly) new neighbors

#eremika #aot #eremika fanfic #aot fic #tag games #dol #fic previews #vic’s fics

[cream-no-sugar]

love me low (a smutty eremika one-shot from the "straight/edge" universe)

fandom: aot/snk

characters: eren jaeger x mikasa ackerman

synopsis: straight-a student mikasa has been spending more time with the local drug dealer eren jaeger. and as their relationship deepens, mikasa's inhibitions lower — and she becomes more willing to let loose, with eren's guidance, of course. (or, eren eats out mikasa while they're in a parked car)

tags & warnings: modern au; eren is a drug dealer; mikasa is a straight-a student; car sex; fingering; oral sex; loss of virginity; light praise kink

a/n: this is technically a deleted scene from my eremika "euphoria" au, "straight/edge." while I have smut outlined for the actual fic, it's basically one scene — and that's it. candidly, I just really enjoy their dynamic in this au and felt like they (especially mikasa) deserved a little somethin' somethin' more than what I'm already planning to write. so enjoy! (this is also posted on ao3, if you'd like to read there)

word count: 2.7k

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Late April rain pitter-patters against Eren’s car windows, and Mikasa watches the droplets race down the glass. She blows into the paper cup in her hand, cooling down her hot cocoa before she takes a long, slurping sip.

Since they’ve begun hanging out more frequently over the past couple of months, Eren has offered almost every day to drive her home (or wherever she wants to go) after school. Usually, Mikasa rejects him: she tells him that she likes biking because the movement calms her overactive mind.

(Plus, she doesn’t want to feed the gossipmongers in Trost, who would undoubtedly tell Mama that they spotted Mikasa in the car with some suspicious-looking boy.)

But today, with the rain freely falling since lunch period without any signs of stopping, Mikasa has finally relented and asked Eren to pick her up from school. Her bike is tucked in his car trunk, and they’ve decided to grab some warm drinks and park at the overlook on the other side of town — a treat and some time together before he drops her off, always a block away from her house and away from potentially prying eyes.

It’s been nice: how comfortable Mikasa has started to feel in Eren’s presence, how he has started to anticipate her needs, how he likes to treat her to things, just because. It feels nice to be taken care of, she thinks to herself as she sips on her hot cocoa and as Eren intertwines his hand with hers, his fingertips dancing on her skin.

“You okay?” He puts his emptied coffee cup into the cup holder and starts to draw more deliberate circles on her skin with his thumb.

Mikasa hums her assent, then sighs. “Just feeling a little wound up,” she responds, her voice breathy. “Just… thinking about a lot of stuff. School. Some things I need to do this weekend for the spring formal. Family stuff.”

He hums understandingly, then leans over to press a kiss to her temple. He’s always very sweet, very tender with her — and Mikasa relishes the fact that she gets to see this side of the boy who seems so menacing to everyone else in town.

“Need a distraction?” he murmurs against her hair.

Mikasa doesn’t even answer. She just turns her head for a kiss. She tastes his coffee’s bitterness and the remnants of the cigarette he smoked earlier, probably right before he picked her up. And she’s grateful when, still attached to her lips, Eren takes her half-empty cup from her hands: she takes advantage of her freed fingers and threads them in his long hair.

She doesn’t even have to signal anything, and Eren knows that she needs him to kiss her more ferociously. He massages her lips open. Licks her tongue and the roof of her mouth. Mikasa gets dizzy, lightly whimpers at the overwhelming taste of him — and, unthinkingly, she untangles one hand from his locks so she can grab his wrist to place his hand on her inner thigh.

Eren breaks away from her mouth with a gasp. He pants heavily, obviously trying to calm himself down, as he stares — entranced, marveling — at his tan hand absentmindedly rubbing circles under Mikasa’s skirt, on her pale and silky smooth thigh.

“You sure?”

Mikasa feels like she’s lost all faculties of speech, answers his question instead with a soft whine and by opening her legs wider for him. Eren looks down, his eyes darkening at the damp white cotton peeking from beneath her skirt. Then, without prompting, he takes his thumb and presses it firm against her center — Mikasa winces, arches her back off the seat, her eyes squeezing tight and her fingernails digging into his neck, as he rubs the calloused pad of his thumb slowly, but deliberately, a little forcefully, against her quickly wetting center.

“Too much?” He searches her face, looks for any signs of discomfort. But Mikasa knows that he’s only going to find a little bashfulness, maybe a little awkwardness due to her inexperience — and mostly her flushed eagerness at how good he makes her feel.

She nods. "A little bit." Then she blushes. “But I like it.”

He chuckles. Kisses her tenderly on the lips — then moans, low and deep, when Mikasa spreads her legs even wider (as much as possible in the cramped car) and thrusts her hips upward so that Eren can press harder already.

“Fuck, you’re gonna be the death of me, Mika, I swear,” he murmurs against her lips. “You want more, huh?”

Mikasa nods quickly, desperately. She whines when Eren removes his hand from between her legs — she wants to slap him teasingly when she sees how much he’s smirking. But she doesn’t have a right to, can’t even deny how much she misses his ministrations on her center — and his smirk shows that he knows it. Then, she gasps in surprise as Eren pulls the seat’s lever and the passenger seat zooms back, making just enough room in front of her for someone to nestle between her legs.

She giggles like a maniac as she watches Eren climb out of the driver’s seat and over the center console. He’s cursing up a storm: he can barely squeeze through the cramped space, and Mikasa would be worried that he’s going to pull a muscle or tweak his back — if she weren’t so entertained by how ridiculous he looks.

But her giggles die on her lips — although her smile doesn’t fade and her blush deepens — when he finally settles between her legs. His face is flushed from the effort he exerted. But his eyes, usually vibrant blue-green, have become nearly black. Mikasa shivers in anticipation, both fearful and eager to discover what Eren is about to subject her to...

Kneeling in the cramped space between her legs, Eren leans forward, and Mikasa hungrily meets his lips in a fevered kiss. There's an urgency in his movements, as he slants his mouth over hers, then as his lips travel across her jawline, down her neck, across her collarbone.

Mikasa's breath quickens into desperate pants — and she whiningly curses as Eren palms her center, the first time that he's ever touched her this way... The pads of his fingers caress the cloth where she’s wettest; the heel of his palm deliciously presses down on the spot where she’s most sensitive.

Mikasa has touched herself before, has done so more frequently over the past few months and has thought of Eren countless times when she has rubbed her own center. But it’s overwhelming — he’s overwhelming — because his palm covers her center so easily and his fingers move with a deftness that betrays his experience.

“Eren?” She can barely speak; she feels near breathless.

“Hm?”

“I haven’t done anything like this before,” she confesses.

“I know.” He kisses her mouth one more time, sucks on her tongue before releasing it with a loud pop. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No.” Her protest is almost embarrassingly quick.

“Just tell me if it’s too much — promise?” He refuses to break eye contact as she silently nods, as his fingers start to graze the seam of her underwear. “Keep looking at me, baby, okay? I wanna see your face when I…”

And Mikasa gasps and her face contorts in pleasurable discomfort when he slips his middle finger past the gusset of her underwear and into her cunt. She’s fingered herself before, but her mind nearly goes blank as she adjusts to the foreign nature of someone else being inside of her. She tenses slightly, gives herself a moment to adjust to the pinch and pressure — then, coaxed by Eren’s large hands rubbing her thigh and his lips suckling her neck, she feels her limbs melt. Feels her center burn in the best way.

“Eren…”

“I know, baby, there you go. Just relax, okay? I got you,” he murmurs against her lips — right before he slips a second finger inside. His fingers feel too long, bigger than her own — and the only thing grounding her to reality, the only thing that she can focus on as he starts to pump his hand, is that godforsaken, lopsided smirk on his face.

“Eren…” She winces. Pleased.

“Fuck, Mika, I know. You’re so tight and so fucking wet.” He sloppily kisses the corner of her mouth, so focused on building a decent rhythm that he almost misses her lips. “That’s good. You’re doing so good.”

She whimpers. And, through her half-lidded eyes, she sees Eren look down at where his hand meets her center, wonderment making his eyes sparkle.

“Fuck, you’re gushing now, Mika," he murmurs, his words dragging and reverberating in Mikasa's chest. "You like when I say that you’re doing a good job, huh? Want that gold star for taking my fingers so well?”

Mikasa digs her nails into his upper arms, tries her hardest to kiss him — but she can only manage to breathe against his mouth. She can tell that Eren doesn’t mind, though: he just pushes his hand against her clit as he fingers her, the squelch of her pussy harmonizing with the rain pelting the car roof and the praise and encouragement falling from his lips.

“You touch yourself like this?”

She nods.

“Think about me?”

She nods again, desperate to make him understand. And his smirk widens, triumphant.

“It doesn’t feel as good as when I do it, though, huh?”

She shakes her head, whines. “Eren, please…”

She wants so badly to finish on his hand. She can feel the pressure building, the wet cotton chafing against her lips below. Eren knows how to apply just the right amountof pressure so she knows it’s not gonna take long for her to fall off the edge…

So she groans, frustrated, when he suddenly removes his fingers from her cunt. A part of her wants to be embarrassed by how his hand is dripping with her juices… But her shame is overshadowed by both her anger that he stopped so suddenly and her fascination and pride when she sees him hungrily lick his fingers.

“Eren, what are you doing?" she huffs. "I was so close…”

He doesn’t answer her yet. Instead, he flips her skirt up, baring her sopping underwear, and moves to remove her panties. She wants to understand his actions, but she’s admittedly so blissed out that she doesn’t question — just lifts her hips, then lifts her feet, one by one, so that he can slide her sopping underwear off of her.

She watches as he pockets her panties. And she lets him lift her legs, one by one, so her calves rest on his shoulders, her white tennis shoes rest on the dash, and she's splayed out on the passenger seat, her naked pussy lined up with Eren's face.

“Eren...”

He doesn’t answer, just runs his fingers through her dark curls — and Mikasa’s breath catches in her chest as Eren dips his head down and licks her slit.

She throws her head back and nearly kicks the windshield. She grabs the headrest with one hand and Eren's long hair with the other. And, although she usually doesn't curse, a stream of obscenities pour out of her mouth as Eren tongues her. (In a brief moment of mental clarity, she marvels at how many new things Eren has coaxed her to do: shout curse words, confess her secrets, let a boy eat her out in a parked car after school.)

"Fuck, you taste so good," Eren hurriedly murmurs when he comes up briefly, his chin glistening and his lips barely an inch from her cunt. “Never had anyone lick this perfect pussy before, have you, Mika?”

She knows he's teasing, knows that he already knows the answer to that question — she confessed to him one evening that she's still a virgin, never even kissed a boy before she kissed him.

“You taste so good, and you did such a good job with my fingers." He runs his index finger against her slit, and Mikasa can only moan. "Think you can come on my tongue, baby?”

She’s anxious, concerned by her inexperience. But Eren’s eyes impossibly darken more as he watches her chest heave with anticipation. The naked lust in his gaze spurs her confidence, makes her feel desirous.

She nods, before she breathlessly responds: “Yes, I think so."

He smirks, places a surprisingly tender kiss against her clit. "I know you can. And I got you, okay?"

"I know, Eren," she breathes out, her gut burning with nervous anticipation as she watches him shift slightly on his knees — then lower his mouth back down to her center, never breaking eye contact.

And, when Eren places another open-mouthed kiss on her cunt, Mikasa cries out again, her moans echoing in the cramped space of Eren's car. His nose grazes her clit, and his tongue dips inside of her. His teeth scrapes her folds with how forcefully he presses his mouth against her.

Mikasa feels her whole body tremble as she lets out a shaky moan. She's a kaleidoscope of emotions and sensations: overwhelmed by the feeling of someone (of Eren) tonguing her most intimate place; warm from the mugginess permeating the car cabin; suddenly nervous if she's going to be able to get off this way when she knows that Eren can just make her come the way he usually does...

She gasps, then unthinkingly pushes Eren's forehead away with a forceful palm. "Wait, wait, wait," she squeaks.

And Eren rushes to comply. His chin glistens with her juices, and his chest heaves with effort.

"It's too much," she whimpers.

He shushes her and gives her a gentle kiss. Mikasa wrinkles her nose a bit at the thought of tasting herself. But her concern melts away as Eren caresses her tongue with his own.

"How about we compromise?" he murmurs against her lips as he slowly slides two fingers inside of her. "I know you like how my fingers feel, right, Mika?"

She nods and whimpers against Eren’s mouth. Eren meets her eyes, his pupils blown wide, and pumps his fingers between her folds.

“There you go,” he murmurs, as Mikasa feels the tension melt from her limbs and builds at her core. “Do you trust me, Mika?”

“Yes.”

“Do you trust that I know how to make you feel good?”

She whimpers her assent as Eren crooks his fingers upward inside her.

“Just relax, okay, baby?” He moves away from her lips and lowers his face again. “You just be a good girl. I’ll take care of you.”

And Mikasa wails as Eren wraps his lips around her clit, sucks her with fervor as his fingers caress her insides.

She has never felt so vulnerable, with her legs splayed wide and her sneakers leaving marks on the fogged-up windshield. She closes her eyes, tries to listen to Eren and just relax…

But she’s so distracted by how deftly he fingers her, how his lips feel on her sensitive bud. She looks down, and she moans as she sees Eren watching her.

That’s what keeps her anchored: his blue-green irises and his heated gaze; his unspoken encouragement that he got her and that he’ll take care of her and that she can let go…

And when she comes, Mikasa swiftly sits up in surprise, nearly crushes Eren with her thighs as he buries his face between her legs, nearly rips some of his long threads of his hair from his scalp from pulling so tightly.

She lets out a loud, wordless moan that Eren, panting lightly and slowly pulling his fingers from her cunt, swallows with a hungry kiss. This time, Mikasa welcomes the musky tanginess of her arousal. So much so that, unthinkingly, she pulls away from Eren and grabs his hand, sucks his dampened fingers into her mouth and licks them clean.

“Fuck…” He marvels at her, smirks at her, as Mikasa darts her tongue between his digits. “You’re gonna kill me one of these days, you know that?”

Mikasa smiles: she feels like a live wire, buzzing and exposed.

“I think I love you, Eren,” she whispers, a hushed confession that she never would have expected to make.

Eren’s eyes widen, and his jaw drops. But he quickly recovers — gives her a smirk and tugs on one of her loose curls. He smiles as it bounces back into a tight coil.

“I know I love you, Mikasa.”

#eremika #eremika smut #aot smut #eren jaeger smut #mikasa ackerman smut #euphoria #cup of joe ☕️

[moonlightknightess]

in open relationship au, eren and sasha will have seggs in the room next to mikasa who is having a zoom meeting. make mikasa fcking horny.

As i said before, I feel like in this AU they wouldn't enjoy that much to see each other when they are doing it with other people 👀 They can get very jealous despite being fine with their respective partner enjoyng themselves on the side (it doesn't make sense ik but it's just sooo funny 🤣) So they would try to be careful not to do anything with anyone if the other one is close!

But my EreMikaSasha side really wants to dwell into this scenario so much you got no idea 🤭

Not proof readed!

PS: This ask has been sitting on my drafts for so much time i even forgot i was answering it lol

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She could hear the not so subtle creak of the bed frame hitting the wall behind her, loud bangs of wood clashing against the hard material of the only barrier that divide them becoming stronger the more she starts to pay attention to it, the grunts of pleasure coming at full force on the room next to hers to a point where she fears the microphone would pick up at the sound of his husband and her bestfriend going at it

She knows Eren Yeager just as much as she knows herself, sometimes even better than herself to be honest, so the fact that she was seeing this coming from a mile was not as surprising as someone would think, afterall, he can be a vindicative asshole whenever he feels like he felt wronged in some way, plus it wasn't rocket science to figure out why would her come home with someone else right at the time where she had an important zoom meeting with her coworkers, especially considering how not too long ago the situation was the other way around

In her defense, she didn't know that in that particular day he was coming home sooner than expected, if she really knew, she would have the decency of taking Jean to a motel room instead of going at it in their house, right in front of the living room table where Eren took a prime view of them when he entered his house

It's not like he got a problem with Jean or anything, he already knew she got a interest for him and they always were open about the people they wanted to do things with just so they avoid making the other one unconfortable, it just made things run smoothly between them, plus, his whole frenemy dynamic with Jean ended right at college graduation

What probably annoyed him though was how he wasn't the only one who saw them, if the several people behind him and the missed messages on her phone left forgotten because of the heat of the moment were any indication of it, messages that were meant to tell her he was having a job meeting at their house...

Obviously several messy explanations had to be made, a new place had to be found, her face glowing red for an entire week at the ocassional thought of unknown people seeing her in such state and his fiance trying so hard to explain how she was not cheating on him

She truly wanted to die right there

Leaving that story for another day, she kept focusing on the matter at hand as much as she could, her boss explaining something about the raise of production of their company as her mind kept dwelling into the havoc that his husband was creating in the room next to her

She is not sure if this is him just paying her with the same coin, but she really couldn't stop him when he came home and locked himself in the guest room, the too excited voice of Sasha asking him if it was really ok for her to be here since Mikasa was home before he seemed to shut her up for good, Mikasa locked in her room since this was an important meeting that she should focus on

But it was so hard to be honest, Eren was not really quiet when it comes to sex and Sasha wasn't any better, the several moans he was eliciting out of her sneaking their way to her head, her brain putting images in her mind that made her folds sting with something akin to arouse as her mind toyed with her

She could feel it already, even if she was not with them in the same room she could perfectly tell how Eren was pounding her from behind like a piston, hips creating shockwaves of pleasure in Sasha's bunddle of nerves that would make her toes curl into themselves, ecstasy filling her whole selve as she was filled to the brim with Eren's impresive lenght, several curses leaving their mouths as the knock in her wall started to increase

She really didn't know if she wanted to knock some sense into them, she might need to since it's not like she deserved this in the slightest

But at the same time, some sick, deep part of her mind really wants them to keep going... To enjoy the little performace they were pulling out in which she was their only expectator

She doesn't know when it started, maybe she has been this way since the beginning, or maybe it just something that came along when they opened their relationship, but whenever the images of his husband with her bestfriend comes to her mind she can't help but get excited at the idea of them in the same bed, her hands more often than not making their way down where she is oozing and dripping just at the mere idea of it

It's not even something that happens with every single partner Eren has had, quite the opposite actually, she hardly ever thinks about it, so far just Sasha is the one who can awaken this feeling inside of her that makes want dwell more into it, not sure if its the thrill of getting some as close to her as Sasha with her significant other or if it is the satisfaction she feels whenever she gets to see Eren bent her and shape her to his will and every demand, knowing that in the end she was still the woman of his life

Who knows, it might as well be because Sasha was the girl who she went with to experiment about her sexual identity and just enjoyed her time with her

Yeah, maybe thats why she couldn't help herself even if she tried, this time it was not her imagination which got the better of her, she got the real deal right on the room next to hers, the delicious sounds of slippery skin meeting skin making their way to her brain and her hand rubbing soothing circles at the pace they made those ground breaking moans, thighs twitching the more Eren's quickens his tempo and the more she hears Sasha moan his name like her life depends on it, her avaliable hand pinching her nipple in hopes to alleviate the fires of hell that was consuming her whole self right there, trying so hard to mimick at least a fraction of their lustful share, to alleviate her body from the stress of being forced to participate in this meeting that doesn't really served a fucking purpose and just-

- ... Miss Ackerman? - She heard someone say, the broken microphone of one of her bosses making her snap her eyes open and take her hands away from her below, a coat of arousal dripping fron her fingers as the noises of his husband and her bestfriend never stopped

- ... It seems like your neighboors are... lively right now... It would be prudent if you deactivate your micrpohone for the time being -

Shame washes over her as she makes a quick apology for it, quickly deactivating the device, her mind so absorted in the heat of the moment and forgetting about the important things yet again and at the same time so thankful they thought it was her neighbours who were doing those sounds

Thank god she got the camera turned off...

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When the meeting is finally over and she hurries her way to them, she finds them exactly as she imagine she would, with a Sasha set in his husband's chest shaking to the core and struggling to breath, the room a mess of clothes discarded to the floor and filled with a funny smell that makes her nose sting

-Hey - He welcomes her, a cocky smile set on his lips as he decides it is the perfect time to snaps his hips up and elicit a moan out of Sasha from where they are still connected, gushing her juices out and creating the nastiest of the sounds as he did so, forcing her to muffle her moans in the crook of his neck - Thought you weren't comming -

She doesn't evene bother to come up with a witty answer, instead of that getting right to the action by gently shoving Sasha away and getting her damped panties to the side, teasing his still standoing manhood with her slippery folds and provoking him to curse through his teeth, with Sasha giving him kiss on the lips as if trying to calm him down, the sight of them making her shove her hips down and get some of their attention

When Eren finally grabs her by the hips and Sasha makes her way up to her, that's when she finally feels at ease, the hard jab of his dick stirring her insides as Sasha gets closer, foreheads touching and lips whispering - Welcome back - before she robes the air out of her lungs with just a mere touch on her meaty button, the open mouthed kiss she gives her afterwards serving to start the night for real this time...

#eren smut #mikasa smut #sasha smut #eremika open relationship au #eremikasasha #aot smut #eren yeager #mikasa ackerman #sasha blouse

[liquorisce]

when their open relationship, what do you think about the first time mikasa had sex with anyone else besides eren? will she be nervous? or excited?

A mixture of both definitely!! I think it’s more than just sex. Even the act of going out on dates, letting herself flirt with other people, getting spoilt by their affections, questioning her sexuality, etc I think it’s gonna be such a great eye opening experience for Mikasa!

#anonymous conversations #open relationship au #eremika

[onwriting-hrarby]

Alrighty some ideas for my wips include:

Arumika wip

- Mikasa was pregnant in the cabin fantasy and when the dream ended and she pulled out her scarf from inside the shirt, she knew that she had lost her child of the fantasy (but didn't know she was pregnant with another one, a real one) this is a headcanon of mine actually, and i think the symbolism is there

- it's a... GIRL (and armin and mikasa name her Ève)

- When Armin breaks up with Annie, Annie goes to Reiner

- Jeanpiku for this one (Jean was the true instigator of Eremika and helped them meet in jail for their sex during the week Eren was imprisoned. He did that because he loved them both as his first love - a little bit of my headcanon in here)

Rivamika au

- They meet 4 years after the war and Mikasa has tried having a relationship with... JEAN (it didn't work because Jean thought that Mikasa was still hung up on Eren while the truth was that she was still hung up on Levi)

-Levi only uses a cane when he's tired but the ackerman genes are the bomb. His hair is shorter then and spiked with white (although he is only 30).

-age gap: settled that mikasa is 18 when she joins the survey cops and levi is 25. Im the time skip, 21/28. After the war, 25 and 32.

- the only ones who knew of their relationship were hange (dep) and gabi and falco (levi told them once) and levi doesn't know that eren knew (but he knew, and he was alright with it because he wanted mikasa to be happy)

- sad/angsty/open ending maybe

#hrarby musings #mywriting #aot fanfiction #writing #arumika #rivamika

[karizard-ao3]

Hi Karizard! Just finished reading Clueless Teens in like … two sittings - it’s legit the best school caste au fic I’ve come across, i love it so much. I know Eremika is the main focus but holy shit ur Aruani is! So sweet! 😭 Would you ever consider writing more Aruani stuff in the future?

Aw, thank you so much! I'm glad you enjoyed it! I tend to include Aruani as a side ship in my longer fics. They feature in Anamnesis but I didn't tag them as a ship because they do not have a happy ending together and it's pretty much just solid angst between them throughout lol.

I'm still working on finishing my single parents au wip, but Aruani are the other couple in it. They, of course, don't show up as much as Eremika, but they are in it and they deal with changes to their relationship due to becoming new parents.

I'm going to share a little snippet, as a treat (also, I'm chomping at the bit to get this finished and posted, so I want very badly to share scenes and whatnot).

Here, Armin and Annie bring their baby on his first outing, meeting up with Eren, Mikasa, and their kids at the playground.

BEGIN SCENE!

Annie made sure Alexander was secure in his sling while Armin grabbed the diaper bag and slung it over his shoulder. 

"Is he okay in there?" he fretted. "You're sure he won't fall out or smother?"

"Maybe the sling wasn't a good idea…" said Annie, looking up at the other families occupying the playground near Eren and Mikasa’s houses. "Maybe bringing him out at all wasn't a good idea…" 

She bit her lip and glanced over towards where Eren and Mikasa were watching their kids play. Mason was running back and forth across the play structure’s bridge, doing spin kicks at each landing, while Adriana squealed and hollered because Eren was wiping her nose when she wanted to play. She had been a snotty, coughing mess all morning, he’d warned them, adding, “But don’t worry. The doctor said she’s not contagious, just gross.”

So maybe Adri wasn't an infection risk, but what about all these other kids? Annie held Alexander protectively against her body. He made a grunting sound, bobbing his fists and looking up at her. She glanced down at him just in time to see his face screw up and relax as he farted. Her heart swelled. "We're going to bring you home so none of these rowdy little shits can get you sick," she cooed. 

Alexander grunted again, not comprehending but pleased to be part of the conversation.

"Armin, we're going," said Annie.

"Sounds good!" said Armin, opening the car door he had just closed and stowing the diaper bag back inside.

Across the park lawn, Mikasa smacked Eren's arm and pointed at them.

"Ope!" he said, setting Adri free and jogging across the grass to the Arlerts. "Don't even think about it!" he said, stopping next to them. "You told us you were going crazy stuck at home. Now that the baby has his shots and it’s warming up, it's time for you two to get out of the house. He’ll be fine. You don’t need to keep him in a bubble."

"Look," said Armin. "I know it probably seems like we're being excessive to you, but you don't know what it's like having a child with medical issues."

Eren gaped at him. “Seriously?”

"What?" said Armin. "You don't."

"My kid literally can't breathe without daily steroids and gets bronchitis multiple times a year," said Eren, his eyebrows dropping into a dangerous line across his face. "What is Alexander's chronic illness?"

Armin averted his eyes. 

"Sorry. I didn't hear you. What was it again?" said Eren. He was in a far worse mood than usual.

"Nothing," grumbled Armin. "The doctor gave him a clean bill of health.”

“Oh!” said Eren. “How interesting!” 

“But his immune system is still immature so we have to be careful with him,” Armin persisted.

Eren held up his hands. "Fine. But if you keep sheltering him from everything like this, Alexander is going to turn out like you," he warned.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Armin demanded. "My parents did a great job!"

Annie reached past him to open the car door and get the diaper bag back out. “I guess a little fresh air and sunshine wouldn’t hurt.”

Armin turned to look at her, the betrayal evident all over his face. 

"I love you so much, baby," she said. "Just the way you are."

"That's not really what it seems like right now!" said Armin.

"No, really!" said Annie. "You're so intelligent and handsome and talented!"

"But?" said Armin, folding his arms.

"No buts," said Annie, heading towards Mikasa. "It's just that my dad didn't coddle me at all and I'm much less…"

"Much less what?" said Armin, scowling and chasing after her.

"Um... Prissy," said Annie. 

“We are talking more about this at home,” said Armin.

“Yes, dear,” said Annie.

“Tan I see the baby?” Adri squealed as soon as she noticed the Arlerts had finally joined them, chugging down the play structure steps as fast as her little legs could carry her and wiping her snot on her pudgy wrist.

Annie closed her eyes, took a deep, stabilizing breath and kneeled down so Adri could see Alexander. 

“Hello little Aleskander!” Adri said, then sneezed in his face, spraying him in spit.

Alexander gasped, his eyes popping open wide and his arms flinging out to his sides. “Oh, god…” groaned Annie.

Armin glared at Eren.

“Sorry little guy! I promise she’s not contagious,” said Eren, snatching his backpack from the ground and pulling out a pack of wipes. Alexander’s fists were bopping a mile a minute. His run-in with Adri had been very exciting. Eren held out the pack of wipes for Annie and she extracted one, using it to clean her son’s face while he aired his grievances in a thin wail. He was no longer enjoying his grand adventure now that it included being subjected to torture. 

“He’s crying,” Mason observed, skipping toward them to see the new baby. “Maybe he’s hungry. Mom, can I have a snack?”

“Tan I have one, too?” said Adri.

“I might have something,” said Mikasa. She hadn’t packed anything besides her and Mason’s lunches because they were going to be eating so soon but she might have a bag of chips or a protein bar in her purse that the kids could split.

“I’ll give Aleskander his bottle,” Adri said, putting her hands on her hips and inspecting the baby with an officious nod. “I’s going to take very good care of him.”

Mason grabbed his hair. “You know what? I can’t take it anymore, Adriana!” he shouted. “It’s I’m! Not I’s! You are saying it wrong! You say everything wrong! How can you be so dumb?”

"Mason!" said Mikasa.

Adriana’s face twisted with rage and she punched him.

“Ow!” Mason yelped. “She hit me!”

“Adriana May Jaeger!” Eren barked.

“I think she gave me internal bleeding,” Mason moaned, doubling over and clutching his stomach.

“He said I’s dumb!” Adriana howled.

“I’m,” Mason screeched. “You’re supposed to say I’m! Did you learn to talk at upside-down school?”

“I’s! Too! Little! For! Stool!” Adriana shrieked, punching him again.

“My organs!” Mason wailed.

“Kids with busted organs don’t get to play at the playground,” said Mikasa, sifting through her giant bag with greater urgency. Maybe if their mouths were occupied with chewing, the kids would stop screaming at each other. “Kids with busted organs have to go to the hospital.”

Mason eyed her, then straightened with theatrical uncertainty, patting his abdomen. “Hey! It doesn’t hurt anymore! ” he said as if he were as shocked by the news as any of them. “I’m okay!”

“A miracle,” said Mikasa.

END SCENE!

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[daddy-suguru]

i know you already write a fic with eremika x reader but would you write one with them + lactation kink

𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐤𝐲, 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬

𝕘𝕖𝕟𝕣𝕖…nsfw, one shot

𝕤𝕪𝕟𝕠𝕡𝕤𝕚𝕤...Eren got Mikasa and You pregnant within weeks of each other. Which left Mikasa, Eren and You unable to be intimate with eachother as you’re bellies got too big. Now a month after the birth of both baby girls, Mikasa, Eren and You make up for lost time.

𝕔/𝕨…poly relationship, baby mama!mikasa, baby mama!reader, ceo!eren au, sub!mikasa, dom!eren, switch!reader, wxw, wxwxm, wxmxw, mommy!reader, babygirl/princess!mikasa, daddy!eren, lactation, fingering, eren jerking himself off and watching mikasa and you

𝕨/𝕔…1.8k

Mikasa straddles your lap, her fingers tangled in your hair and her puffy nipples drip milk onto you. Which only mixed with your milk that is dribbling out of your left breasts. As Mikasa gives your swollen tit encouraging squeezes before taking a moment to swirl her thumb around your nipple.

It has been a while since Mikasa had been able to sit in your lap like this. With your matching pregnant bellies making only side by side cuddling possible. And now that both babies were out of the penthouse with a sitter for a few hours. Mikasa and You to work out that ache that had formed in the absence of closer intimacy with each other.

Groaning, “Fuck Mikasa we are making a mess.” Before leaning in and pressing soft kisses onto her collar bone. With the last kiss you nip at her skin and she gasp, her hips rocking forward.

Mikasa closes her eyes as she moves her hand from your breast to your side. As she says, “Which is why I put towels down. I fed both Serena and Willow before the sitting came and got them.” Trying not to get lost in the attention your giving her, her own words remind her what she intended to do.

She whimpers, "Please Mommy." her usage of the title telling you she is slipping into sub-space. As she takes her hand out of your hand and grabs your other breasts, softly squeezing some milk out. As she takes your other your nipples into her mouth, suckling on the milk.

She whimpers, "Please Mommy." her usage of the title telling you she is slipping into sub-space. As she takes her hand out of your hand and grabs your other breasts, softly squeezing some milk out. As she takes your other your nipples into her mouth, suckling on the milk.

She waits for you to put your hand down between her body and slips two fingers inside of her. Before she lets your body rest on yours, her soft breasts pressing against you. Whilst her own milk drips from her nipples, making you wet.

Spread your fingers apart before bringing them back together and slowly dragging them out, savoring the softness of her wet gummy pussy.

MIkasa clenches around you as she grinds her hips. And as you slowly drag your finger along her soft gummy walls. She pauses from drink to moan, the vibrations on your nipple as you arching your back.

The bedroom door opens, as a shadow falls across the bed. And Eren softly says, “Now that’s what I like to see when I come home. Both of you look so beautiful keeping each other company while Daddy is gone.” Eren unbuttons his white button-up shirt., shrugging his shirt off his shoulders and tossing it to the side.

Slipping your fingers out of Mikasa's pussy and spanking her ass, making her whimper. As you tell her, "You want to give Daddy better view of his princess' pussy and cute little asshole by putting your butt in the air?" Mikasa slips your nipple out of her mouth and adjusts herself. With her face in your breasts and her full, muscular ass in the air.

Mikasa asks, "How is this Daddy?" Eren grins as he takes off his belt, which he holds onto as he unbuttons his slacks and rids himself of those alongside his underwear. He grabs his cock, wrapping his enormous fist around his weeping head.

Swiping his thumb over the head of his cock, he groans, "Perfect baby girl, your pussy looks so yummy and your asshole is just begging to be fucked, isn't it?" He loops up his belt. As you rub her clit, making her pussy clench as Eren thinks about letting Mikasa have his fingers. Or if he should keep watching what you do to her.

"Are you going to cum for Mommy and Daddy, baby girl with your cute ass in the air. I'm sure Daddy wants to see your cute pussy hole tremble as you get creamier."

Mikasa takes your nipple back into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it. As you softly massage one of her fat breasts. Eren spits in his hand and starts stoking his cock as he watches some of Mikasa's breast milk drip onto you.

Eren groans with a lopsided smirk, "I'm so fucking glad that meeting was over quickly today. Otherwise I might have missed out on seeing both of my lovely wives be sweet on each other. I'm suck a lucky Daddy to have two beautiful princesses." Mikasa had been Eren's long time sugar baby and girlfriend by the time you came along. And after Mikasa had lingered one night, she met you and Eren noticed the flustered and aroused tension that both of you had with him, quickly sparking between the two of you.

So after a little conversation about comfortability between the two of you with being within the same scene, Eren had set you both up with each other the next night. As he watched, and a friendship between the two of you blossomed quickly after.

Eren remembers the delight at finding out that the two of you liked to cuddle in the morning after he leaves for work. And even more so when Mikasa set him a video of you calling her Mommy, claiming that they had to keep you. That's when it hit Eren that it was much more than sexual tension, but that you meant to be with both of them. And between the three of you, Mikasa and Eren closed off their relationship, wanting to spoil you and still have time for each other.

Her cheeks are burning as she says, "It is, want to bounce on Mommy's cock and suck on her tits as you fuck your cum into my ass. It's been so long since you've both fucked me." You look behind Mikasa at Eren, who is glancing up from Mikasa's pussy to catch you looking at him.

Eren gets on the bed, Mikasa and Eren both have your legs trapped. And as he rubs his cock rub and down Mikasa's wet pussy he says. "Babygirls, I don't care which one of you is topping who both of you are fucking each other and letting me fuck both of you. We have four hours for just the three of us, and I've missed making the two of you scream and cream for me." Slapping his cock against Mikasa's puff lips. As the beautiful women in between Eren and you, slips two of her fingers into your heat as she moves to your other breasts.

You whine, "Daddy!" He looks up at you, admiring your cute and half-open eyes. As you keep moaning while Mikasa sucks on your nipples as she fingers you. While her thighs tremble as you play with her clit. With Eren watching and groaning behind Mikasa.

"Sweet baby girls. I was thinking on the way home that I want both of my princess to suck on my cock and make out for me. After Mikasa cums do the two of you want to suck the day's sweat off Daddy's cock and balls?"

Eren lets go of his cock, keeping it resting on Mikasa's slit as wraps the belt around Mikasa's throat and pulls. Making her let go of your nipple and forces her head back. Which lets you see her face as she cums, her creamy white cum spilling onto Eren's cock.

"Please Daddy, I know baby girl here wants to suck on your balls. While I deep throat your cock." Mikasa lets out a strangled whine as her hips jerk. And Eren touches his cock head against her quivering hole, teasing both her and himself as he softly pushes. With no intention of giving Mikasa any of his cock just yet.

Pulling his cock away and gathering some of Mikasa's wetness onto his fingers. He loosens the hold around Mikasa's throat as he leans over her. And holds his thick, cum covered fingers out to you.

Mikasa whimpers as she watches you happily suck her cream off Eren's fingers. She says, "Mommy is so damn beautiful. I love you so much. And I love you too Daddy, I'm excited you're off early for once."

Eren slips his fingers out of your mouth, as he says, "I love you too princess. And you too Mommy." Eren winks at you as your cheeks burn. And his eyes slip down to your breasts which Mikasa has been happily sucking on.

You slowly look from Mikasa to Eren as you say, "I adore you, princess and Daddy, I've missed you all day." More milk beading up on your harden nipple, making his mouth water. He takes the belt from around Mikasa's throat and tosses it onto the ground.

Eren moves out from behind Mikasa, as he says, "Move over so I can sit in the middle of the bed. I want both of you straddling one of my thighs so I can take turns sucking on my sweet princesses' tits." Mikasa gets off of you as you move out of the middle of the bed for Eren to get comfortable.

Mikasa and You are quick to straddle his thighs. Your thighs pressing together as you grind your clit on Eren's thigh. As he places a hand on one of Mikasa's butt cheek and his other hand another on your's. He slaps Mikasa cheek, and she raises up so Eren can suck on her one of her soft pink nipples.

You groan, "Daddy your thick thigh feels so good against my needy pussy." Watching Eren suck on one of Mikasa's fat tits. As you keep rocking your hips, your wetness smearing on his thigh making it easier for you to rub your clit.

You reach down to cup Eren's balls as Mikasa grabs Eren's cock. The previous plan of both of you sucking him off, forgotten in favor of sucking the milk dripping from Mikasa and You.

You praise Mikasa, telling her, "Princess you're so beautiful moaning like that with Daddy sucking on you like that. Eren squeezes your cheek as you stop moving your head as your own high builds quickly. The sight of your beautiful husband and wife urging you to your peak faster.

Mikasa groans, "I want to see your face as you cum on Daddy's thigh. Afterward I want to taste the sweet cream of your pussy like you did mine." Eren pulls Mikasa pull out of his mouth with a loud wet pop.

Eren assures Mikasa, "Don't worry princess, you'll get to eat out Mommy's pussy tonight unless she squirts. You can can eat her out while I fuck Mommy's cute mouth." Mikasa lowers onto Eren's thigh as she rocks her hips and Eren takes a second to admire both of his needy wives riding his tights with thick milk dripping from sweet puffy nipples. And when you both lean forward and start kissing on his chest Eren knows he is in heaven.

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