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lunas-side-anime-blog · 3 months
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Modern College Student/BF Eren Yeager Headcanons
Armin version: HERE
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Changed his major so. many. times.
Tried premed bc of his dad but then realized he had to take a lot of math and was like “lol no”
Was a business major for a bit but he didn’t have enough tact or strategy so dropped that pretty quick
Philosophy was next but he has such black and white way of thinking, he always got into arguments with the professors
Ethics was ruled out after like a week bc of…well, obvious reasons
Joined Armin’s major for like a month but it took so much studying and memory that he quit
Tried psych with Mikasa but yeah every teacher kept telling him to go to therapy??? And he was like “no thank you.”
Eventually i think he will land in something like sport communication or management, bc the competition really gets him fired up and he’s only good at something if he’s passionate about it
also feel like he’d be a college athlete with some scholarships so yeah, it makes sense
Not a great student tbh
Type of bitch to say “c’s get degrees.”
Really its only his public speaking skills that are keeping his grade afloat bc his presentations are sooo hype and get the class all inspired n shit
His essays and quizzes tho? Yeah, not so good
Bad at attending classes too, for sure will be like “srry my grandma died.”
And the teacher is just like “you’ve used that excuse already?twice??"
And hes just like “ugh fine you got me, I was tired and hungover”
Def tried to join a frat but Armin and Mikasa threatened to not be friends with him 
Still hangs with the frat boys a lot and is always partying with them
Pregames wayyy too hard tho, wasted before the party even starts
Unironically dances to lmfao and pitbull at college parties like “party rockers” is his fucking jam
Casual pothead, has a bong he def like nicknamed the “titan” cuz it’s so fucking huge
Will share his stash with you but like next time you got alc or bud just know he’s hitting that shit
High Eren is just really philosophical about freedom but with the munchies
Diet consists of instant ramen, mcdonalds and box mac n cheese, probably alot of redulls too
Thank god he’s athletic w a high metabolism 
Is fucking rocking the man bun and will fight you if you say otherwise
Games often with Jean, Conny and Sasha
Rage quits all the time and yes, Jean has recorded most of them for blackmail
Still uses snapchat streaks and will be so salty if one of his friends broke it
“You know nothing of loyalty. It’s one snap a day! How fucking hard was that?”  
Smells like irish spring body wash, old spice deodorant and weed
Also mint? I feel like he’s always chewing gum
One of those smokers who think he can just splash cold water on his face and chew on some gum and it wouldn’t be obvious that he’s high af
Carmex lip balm is the only slightly self care item he owns
Really into anime, loves the boss fights
I feel like he’d really like Naruto, Demon Slayer, Bnha or jojo’s bizarre adventure
You know anything with a lot of fights or training 
Ppl say he’d like Deathnote bc light but honestly I think he would get lost with all the twists and be like “why tf aren’t ppl just punching each other???”
Loves rap if he’s feeling good or screamo if he’s angry, like there's no in between lmao 
For sure listens to his music way too loud even with air pods
“Max volume isn’t enough, I wanna fuck the song” type of dude
I feel like him and Conny at one point prob tried to make a youtube channel where they like react to stuff 
Jean is the top commenter…..too bad it’s hate comments lol
Is one of those guys who has such a high body temp that even if it’s like december and snowing out, he’s still in basketball shorts and a short sleeve shirt 
Progressive bc Armin taught him how sex doesn’t equal gender, and pronouns are to be respected
Still a dick tho
“He’s such a fucking- wait hold up what are your pronouns?  They? K cool was just gonna talk shit about you but wanted to be respectful about it, thanks.”  goes back to his other conversation like, “They are such a fucking worthless cunt.”
As your bf
Probably met off tinder or something bc he is just a fuckboy looking to get his dick wet
But after fucking he just keeps hanging out with you? Or like if u get ur period or don't feel like sex he’s like, “it’s okay we can just watch a movie or something😀”
So ur not quite sure if you guys are fuckbuddies or not?
It becomes kinda obvious tho if he like ever sees you with another guy and gets all up in his face like “wtf are u doing with my girl/boy?”
U guys don’t have a clear anniversary bc he never asked u to be his, it was just kinda silently agreed upon?
Clingy lil bitch after sex like will follow u to the bathroom if u let him
Needs to shower with you, otherwise you both aint showering cuz he will turn off the water 
“Now we both stinky, bitch.”
Gives me the vibe of a guy who learned sex stuff thru porn
He goes really hard, fast and will put you in crazy positions
If u have a vagina you prob will have to like teach him about clit stimulation and literally take his hand and lead it there, he’s a fast learner though 
Will pull your hair but if you dare pull his?
He'll flip you over and spank you 
Wants sooo bad to be called daddy, up to you though if u wanna call him that but you can tell he tries to lead you to say it sometimes
Not really controlling or anything, actually loves an independent partner who has their own goals 
Is insanely jealous though, the only time he’s all up on you is if he thinks another guy is trying to get on you
If you fight tbh I think Eren can be a lil brat but I think he always has a time limit 
Like..he’s the type of guy that has about three days in him of being an asshole or being in silent treatment mode before he just breaks and knocks on your door begging for forgiveness
A little toxic but again, more so about others than actually controlling you
The type to start a fight in your insta comments if anyone other than him or your besties call you hot
Will try to be cool and say “wear whatever you want, I can fight”
And he will but like will he also cry later? Yes. 
Dates with him aren’t really dates? I think his love language is quality time so he’s the type to just try to hang out and make everything a lil “date”
Lots of late night car rides where you guys just talk and share songs (also car sex if ur up to it), lazy days where you two watch movies and cuddle in bed, also I think he’s the type of bf to try to tag along with you everywhere you go and offer to get you food afterwards
Only for like birthdays or anniversaires will he try to take you out for a fancy dinner, even then you might have to drop hints that you want a nice date bc honestly he’s totally okay getting mdconalds with you and pigging out
Overall he’s kinda a scary dog privellage as a boyfriend
Whose mainly all bark and no bite
(mostly)
Fav nicknames: Babe, babygir/babyboy, sexy, shortie 
Songs that fit the vibe: 505 by Arctic Monkeys, Cherry Waves by Deftones, Daddy Issues by the Neighbourhood
“I’d probably still adore you wth your hands around my neck”
“I’ll swim down with you, is that what you want?” 
“I tell you that I’m thinking about, whatever you’re thinking about”
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darkestescapes · 1 year
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Sweet Temptation
Synopsis: Your Step-brother! Eren can't seem to get enough of you.
Pairing: Yan! Step-brother! Eren Jaeger x Fem bodied! Reader. (All characters are 21+).
Warnings: STEPCEST!!!! Eren is obsessed with you 🥺. Non-con. Dub-con. Oral (F receiving). Fingering. Penetrative sex. Unprotected sex. Daddy kink. Voyeurism (hehe you'll see). PWP. MDNI. Don't read if you're uncomfortable.
Before dinner was served, you decided to hop into the shower for a quick bath after returning from the gym. The way your gym clothes hugged your figure made Eren lose his mind. Your breasts perfectly outlined and so tempting all he wants to do is to suck on your nipples and make you cum. Your tight pants showcasing your ass and how your gymming is paying off.
Of course he shouldn't think like this about you, you're supposed to be family, but to be really honest, Eren never considered you as that type of family, not even once. So can you really blame him if he gets hard seeing your cute little ass peek out from below your shirt when you try and grab the cookie jar to soothe your midnight snack cravings. Can you actually blame him for almost cumming in his pants when you take the first bite of the chocolatey delicacy and close your eyes, your face contorting in pleasure and almost moan out loud at how good it tastes?
Can you really blame him for breaking the lock of your bedroom door from outside just so he can hear your soft moans when you try to masturbate using your cute little fingers while he touches his cock, imagining how cute you'd look sucking him off?
So naturally, when you excused yourself before dinner, he knew this was his chance to take you. Slipping away from the gathering in the living room, Eren made his way to your room, slowly entering and closing the door, making sure to latch it shut. He only broke your lock for a reason ;)
He sighed when he heard you still showering but not a moment later the water shut off. Knowing you, you have your music on while you shower and that music doesn't stop till you're ready to leave your room. And boy is he glad that when you come out, wrapped in just your towel, he can easily push you against the wall and cover your mouth with his big hand to prevent you from shouting in fear. Shhh.... He motions with his fingers, mouth stretched in a smirk, your eyes wide with fear.
Tearing his hand away, your chest heaving from breathing heavily, " Eren what the actual hell?", You ask.
"You are so beautiful.", He says shamelessly checking you out with his dark eyes. Wetting his lower lip he suddenly leans forward towards your neck, sniffs your scent and starts to become hard as the familiar feeling of wanting you takes over his brain.
Holding your wrists in place he pulls away chuckling, amused to see your scared expression, like you aren't his little temptress who keeps making him hard by merely existing.
" You smell nice. Why are you so scared? I'm only Eren. Your Eren." He says tucking your hair behind your ear. Gripping your towel, he tears it off your body in one go, leaving you fully exposed to him.
When you try to gasp his hand wraps around your mouth again. Your free hand tries to pry his strong hand away from your mouth but it's of no use. "Shh... I know you want to scream and fuck..., even I want to hear you scream for me really really bad, but I don't think we can afford that right now, can we? You're a smart little girl aren't you? Hmm"
Nodding in agreement, you take a breath of relief when his hand falls. You gasp softly when his lips kiss the top of your left boob. His tongue comes out to lick your nipple that is already protruding from coming in contact with the cooler air in the room. Engulfing your nipple in his mouth he begins to suck on it to his liking, his other hand coming to play with your right boob. You wrap your hands around his neck to push him away, but him being a lot bigger and stronger than you literally makes you weak.
Detaching from your nipple, his kisses proceed to go down your stomach, your hips, and finally they reach the treasure he's been longing for for so long. He stands up before doing anything more, smiling as he looks down at you. Taking your hand sweetly, he pulls you toward the bed and nudges you to lay down. Knowing Eren, not listening to him never ended well. Hesitantly, you sit down at the edge of the bed, legs pressed together to stop your embarrassment a little. Kneeling down near your legs Eren clicks his tongue in disapproval and taps your knees and pushes them apart. Turning your face away from his, you oblige.
He is in awe when he sees the sight in front of him. You're wet from just a few kisses, did you want him just as much as he wanted you too?
"So pretty for me" he says, his right thumb coming to play with your folds and to find your clit. When he flicks your clit your body jolts and a surprised gasp leaves your mouth. Temptation gets the better of him and he leans forward with his tongue stretched. He drags his tongue from your clit to your entrance, effectively pushing you onto your back in the process and he keeps eating you till your hands come to pull at his hair. Rubbing his face into your pussy he starts to get drunk in this experience of finally having you to himself.
"You're so small baby, I gotta stretch you out for me." Before you can process his words, he inserts his middle and ring fingers inside you at once. Moaning out loud you involuntarily rock your hips into his hand. You can't help but want more, why is he so good at this, you wonder taking and twisting your nipples in your fingers. Eren continues to fuck his fingers into you, eventually adding a third finger and also rubbing your clit. The juices gushing out of your pussy are being collected in his palm.
"Eren...." You warn him, moaning his name, saying that you're close, but of course he knows that, having watched you cum undone so many times. He captures a mental picture of you like his, at the mercy of his fingers, crying for him to make you cum. You bite your lip and arch your back when you finally cum, pushing through the high and trying to close your legs with Eren in between them.
Quickly he undresses himself. Using his cum stained hand, he pumps his cock, lubricating it with your juices. Hovering on top of you, he bends down to capture your lips in a kiss. The sweet sensation of your lips on his is something he knows he can never get used to. Placing his left knee on the mattress, he slowly penetrates into your entrance, swallowing your moans and cries from the stretch in the kiss.
Eren pulls away and groans loudly, feeling your walls around his full cock. God he knew you are perfect, but he didn't expect you to be perfect like this too. Eren is like a drug, you always want more of him. Making grabby hands at him you beckon him to come closer to you. He smiles as he leans down till your chests are touching. "Aren't you just perfect?" He whispers, more to himself.
He starts to move his hips, his cock fucking into you so good you can almost feel him in your stomach. With a dazed look you look into Eren's eyes, begging for him to go faster. Smirking, he obliges and starts to fuck you faster, the sounds of his thighs slapping yours being masked by the music from your phone. You wrap your hands around his shoulders, pulling yourself up to his chest, back arching every time the head of his cock grazes your spot.
" Fuck Eren... Harder... Fuck me harder... Daddy please!" You whine out to him. Somehow his eyes become darker with lust and with every thrust you feel your high approaching. This is the first time you'll be cumming twice in the same session.
" Yes FUCK.. Fuck me... Fuck me... God yess... Daddy... Daddyyyy" you moan loudly finally cumming for the second time, squeezing his cock and also his body as tightly as you could.
"Fuck...." Eren moans pulling his cock out and painting your stomach and chest with his cum. With both your chests rising heavily, you hear a knock on your door.
" Dinner's ready Y/N..... And Eren." Zeke says from outside the door.
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Zeke's POV (Skip if uncomfortable)
Sighing after being disturbed by his mother, Zeke stopped his reading and unwillingly climbed up the stairs to call you down for dinner.
Before he could knock he heard you moan so loud he had to look around to make sure no one was there.
Leaning his ear onto the door, "Daddy please!" Gasping in shock he pulls away from the door.
This is wrong, he shouldn't be affected by you like this. Yet here he is, his cock getting hard after hearing you moan. Checking the surroundings once again, he palms himself and starts listening again. His shock increased when he heard his brother's moans as well coming from your room.
" Fuck" he groans. He should've been the first to take you. But at least he has something to masturbate to tonight. Once he isn't able to hear any more moans from your room, he calls you both for dinner. Of course that is what he originally came to do.
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yandereshingeki · 2 years
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Dear Rabbit
Yandere! Werewolf! Eren Jaeger x Reader
Eren J Masterlist
Word Count: 19k
Pairing: Eren x Reader
Content: Smut, Slight Fluff, Yandere themes, Slight Violence
Content Warnings: Fem bodied reader, Eren calling reader ‘bunny’, use of ‘good girl’ once, calling Eren ‘sir’ once, Dubcon (reader consents but under the influence of “heat”), kidnapping, Hybrids(?), Mentions of Pregnancy/impregnation, implied forced pregnancy, mentions of hunting, Scratching, injury (Eren digging his claws into you), Stockholm Syndrome (speedrun edition—influenced by marking), violence, fighting, raw meat (does that need a warning??), very small amount of hurt/comfort, Yandere themes, possessiveness, obsession, Marking, Smut (Size difference, breeding, slight A/B/O themes, knotting, heat, rut, creampie, cunnilingus, nipple play, F! receiving oral, stretching, stomach buldge, cervix pounding, slight orgasm denial), slight monsterfucking(?)
Summary: A part-wolf part-human creature has been watching you for quite some time, and he’s finally matured enough to make you his mate. You don’t remember him, but he’d do anything to make you his.
Werewolf Eren’s size compared to an average height person
An extra dilf werewolf eren <3
While reading the smut portion of this—please remember that it is unrealistic as fuck, because if you had sex with someone who’s dick was as big as Werewolf Eren’s, your insides would probably break. I lowkey cringed a lot while writing about the heat stuff 😭😭 I am so sorry
Also I sort of combined his manga colors and anime colors in this—black hair and green eyes
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The rain fell heavily outside, crashing against the windows and roof of your apartment. Tree branches fluttered and waved with the wind, knocking against the window in your room as if they were begging for an escape from the storm.
You were getting ready for another day of school, packing your bag with all of the notebooks you needed, followed by your sticker-covered laptop and the pencil pouch you kept stocked with all of the pens, markers, and #2 pencils you could ever need. After pulling a waterproof jacket over your outfit of choice—jean shorts and a well-worn shirt—you pulled the thick bag straps over your shoulders and left your room, shutting the door behind you. 
One of your roommates sat in the kitchen on her phone, giving a quiet “morning” while she scrolled through Instagram. Without classes in the morning to keep her busy, she often made breakfast for you and your other roommate—which was always greatly appreciated. Today, she’d made toast, leaving out all of the possible toppings for you to choose from on the counter. 
You picked up a slice from the plate, munching on it quickly while raiding the pantry nearby for a granola bar or two, just in case the toast wasn’t enough to hold you off until lunch. As you prepared to walk out the door, your roommate was quick to say, “Watch out for werewolves!”
It was a running joke between people that lived in your relatively tiny town, brought on by the large wolf population in the surrounding forests—and also by the superstition of werewolves that supposedly lived beside their more canine brethren. Older people would tell their young grandchildren all about it, or mothers used it to keep their children from going too close to the woods. Either way, you didn’t believe it, but it was fun to joke about.
With a giggle, you bid her goodbye—pulling your jacket’s hood up, leaving the house, and starting your walk to the bus stop in the pouring rain.
The sidewalk was soaked, little worms wriggling out of the grass for fresh air. Carefully, you avoided them the whole way, reaching the bus stop and waiting quietly for your ride to show up. A few minutes passed before you heard the stutter of the bus engine—the long, white vehicle littered with advertisements pulling up to the bench you waited on. 
You got up, stomping through the tiny puddles of rain on the sidewalk and climbing the stairs into the bus. It was mostly empty, aside from a few middle-aged people on their way to work. The windows were blurred from the rain, making it difficult to see when you sat down and tried to look through them. Although, if you squinted and looked into the distance—hidden by the underbrush and the thick tree trunks—you could’ve sworn you saw someone standing there, watching you. Rubbing your eyes and looking again, you noticed the figure was gone. You simply shrugged it off and turned forward, resting your head against the cold window. 
It was probably never there in the first place, you thought. You always saw things like that out of the corners of your eyes that weren’t really there, so it was easy to assume that this time was the same. 
If only you had known it was real, maybe you could have done something to avoid it.
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  School went by quickly, and all of your classes for the day ended by noon. You just decided to go back home instead of sticking around—mostly because it would be easier for you to study there than in a public place. 
By now, the rain had lightened up a little and created a thin fog on the ground, making it difficult to see things at a distance. You no longer needed to wear your jacket, so you held it under your arm while you waited for your ride home. After the bus arrived and you got on, you texted your roommate that you would be back soon and asked if she could heat up some leftovers for you to have for lunch. She replied with a thumbs-up emoji, making you smile while you tucked your phone away into your bag.
The bus was quick to arrive back in your neighborhood, with fewer stops being necessary this time due to the lack of people. Stepping off, you walked past the end of the bus—only to stop at the sight of your neighbors waving at you from across the street. They were an elderly couple you became acquainted with while living at your nearby home, a pretty nice and sweet pair too. They just asked you how you were doing or how school was doing most of the time, so it really threw you for a loop when instead of their usual kind gestures, their faces contorted into ones of horror and paralyzing fear. 
Before you had a chance to question it, everything moved faster than you could comprehend. 
The first thing you realized was that you were being grabbed, but the next thing you knew—you were tumbling forward into the road, only being protected by whatever had a hold on you turning and hitting the pavement first. A scream from the elderly woman across the street echoed through the air, alerting the creature and causing it to panic and start running—with you in its arms. 
The grip it had on you hurt, its claws digging into you and creating small gashes in your sides that bled through your clothes. Only now, after having a moment to process what happened, did you start to squirm and scream for help. It was already too late for anyone to rescue you from the beast, but it was the only thing you could try. 
Your cries for help quieted into muffled sobs as you passed the threshold of the woods—the forest was huge; there was almost no chance of someone finding you there. You were going to die, you were sure of it, it was going to eat you.
Minutes passed, only filled with your cries of distress and the creature’s pants and feet crunching sticks and leaves on the ground—but then you hit a large clearing, and the sky was visible again. You couldn’t see well—your face buried in the shirt your kidnapper was wearing, and the sides of your head being blocked by the arms that were wrapped around you—only leaving you the ability to look up at the sky.
Small sprinkles of rain hit your face, joining the tears that dampened your cheeks. The creature let out a huff, its claws digging deeper into your already bloodied sides and making you wail in pain. You could feel it turn to look down at you, but you couldn’t see anything more than its neck and chin. After burying your face into its chest and letting out another cry, it started moving again, this time going from the woods into what you assumed to be a cabin—or a den of sorts. You couldn’t see much, but you did notice that it got darker and that the droplets of rain that you’d felt before ceased.
You were let go of without warning—dropped onto a soft, lumpy pile that was covered by a big linen blanket. Finally able to see your captor, you gazed up at him to see who and what he was.
He stared back at you, his bright eyes glowing green like the forest, even in the dark. Although he looked human, he wasn’t—there was no way he could have been, he was huge compared to the average person. Not only that, but emerging from his head stood two fluffy black ears that twitched as you studied him, matching his hair color—and further down, you could just barely make out a messy and tangled-looking tail, wagging back and forth behind him. The clothes he wore looked to be made by human hands, but considering how human-esque he was, they very well could have been made by him.
Your attention turned to your surroundings, eyeing the wooden walls surrounding the “bed” you were sitting on. There was more to this house that he had taken you into, but you couldn’t see past his broad shoulders and tall stature.
His wide eyes met with yours again, only for a second before he turned away and hurried off into the other part of the house, finally allowing you to see the rest of his abode when you sat up. Now that you could, you realized just how small the space really was—there was a big main room that held several different kinds of wooden storages stocked with different jars and bags, and then the small indent in the corner where the bed—and you—currently were.
The tall wolf-man dug through one of the cabinets attached to the wall, finally pulling out a roll of gauze. He hurried back to you, grabbing the hem of your ruined shirt and starting to pull it up without warning. Before he could drag it even halfway above your stomach, you slapped his claws away and fell backward, trying to curl into yourself and cover your bleeding sides. His ears fell back, and he held his hands up in front of him like he was trying to show that he wouldn't hurt you. 
“I can’t bandage you with your shirt on.” His voice was soft as he spoke, acting like if he raised his voice too high, you would shatter like glass.
The edge in his green in his eyes had changed, turning softer—his pupils dilated, eyes growing glossier the longer he looked at your scared figure, making it clear that he had no intention of harming you—because why would he, especially if he was giving you such a loving gaze. After thinking about it, you realized you wouldn’t be able to stop the bleeding as quickly as him, and you didn’t need to be any weaker than you already were. Otherwise, there might not be any hope for your escape at all. 
Slowly, you moved back to your previous position at the edge of the bed, starting to tug your shirt up. You stopped below your chest, still too afraid and untrusting to go any further. Every muscle in your body felt tense as he leaned in, maneuvering his hands around your waist to wrap the gauze tightly against your skin. It was fast, but the entire time you kept your eyes squeezed shut like it would make him disappear before they opened up again.
When he leaned away and you no longer felt his arms close to you, your eyes shot open so that you could stay aware of his every move. He stood over you awkwardly, leaning forward slightly and staring at your shirt with his lips pressed into a straight line while he contemplated his next move. You stared back at him, eyes darting to the side to ignore the uncomfortable tension.
And then, before you could stop him—he ripped your shirt off and speedily switched it out with his, barely giving you time to process what he had done before the oversized tunic was covering you up, the collar sliding off of one of your shoulders. Blinking for a second, you realized he began to walk away with your shirt—the only piece of clothing you had besides your shorts and underwear—so you jumped up and tried to take it back from him. He held it away from you effortlessly, high above his head where you couldn’t reach. 
“That’s—That’s mine!” You stuttered, stretching your arms up as far as you could before it made your sides burn.
“Go sit down—you’re going to hurt yourself if you keep doing that.” The stern tone in his voice didn’t match the soft expression on his face, but it did match his actions as he pressed the pads of his fingers to your chest, pushing you back until you fell onto the soft bed.
Still unwilling to give up yet, you protested again, “But—But my shirt!” 
“There's blood on it and it has holes. It’s no use to you now, especially not out here.”
What he meant exactly by the words ‘out here’ you didn’t know, but you assumed it had something to do with the fact that you were deep in the woods, surrounded by all sorts of things that would easily hunt you down and kill you if they caught the smell of your blood. You looked down a little, staying quiet to tell him you understood, and that you could live without the soiled shirt. 
With a smile, he gave you a small pat on the head before walking to the opposite end of the room and dropping the fabric into a small, wooden bin on the floor. After pulling on a new shirt, he turned back to you, the first thing he noticed being your gaze, glued to the ground. Your face was mostly void of emotion—meaning he had no way of knowing what you were thinking, and no way of even guessing—leaving him grasping at straws to try and figure out how he could comfort you. 
Without giving any thought to how you would react to it, he walked over and wrapped his huge arms around you—effectively caging you in against his chest. Your entire body tensed up, shoulders scrunched up as far as they could be. It made you feel so small and powerless. You were small and powerless—against him at least.
After sitting quietly for what felt like hours—but was only a few minutes, in reality—he finally spoke up, “You’re so small still, even up close. Like a little bunny rabbit.”
The amount of effort it took to crane your neck enough so that you could look up at him was enormous, your bones cracking as you rested your chin on his chest. He peered down at you, a toothy smile forming slowly and showing off his dangerously sharp teeth. 
Struggling to get the words out from a combination of anxiety and your jaw being pressed shut against his sternum, you managed to question him, “Who—who are you—what are you? Why did—Why did you do this?”
“Oh.” He said in reply, not giving you a real answer yet—he needed a minute to figure out how he would explain his connection to you without sounding like he was making things up. You squirmed in his grip, trying to loosen it so that you weren’t being crushed. 
He asked you, looking almost sad as he spoke, “Do you—do you really not remember?”
When you shook your head in response, he gave a nervous chuckle and just decided to start from the beginning, “Well then, I guess I’ll just tell you.”
One of his arms around you moved so that he could cup your entire jaw with his hand, forcing you to keep your head turned upward while he talked to you, “Maybe you were too young to remember, but we always used to play together when we were kids.”
His explanation began, the smile coming back to his lips while he reminisced on the memories he had of your first years together, “Your mom would set you outside while she gardened nearby. She never paid enough attention to you—you always wandered off, just far away enough for me to come out of the woods without being afraid that she would catch us,” he paused for a moment to chuckle before continuing, “You used to call me ‘doggy’ and bring out this plastic ball; it wasn’t really meant for animals, but you just insisted on using it to play with me. There were little bells inside that jingled when you threw it and made me fetch it.”
He chuckled again, “Maybe you did see me as a dog back then, but that doesn’t matter now.”
You stared at him, semi-spaced out while you tried to remember his presence in your childhood. There was no memory of a wolf-human coming to play with you, the closest thing being when your nice neighbors would let you see their friendly Bernese mountain dog pup. Then again, there was a lot about your toddler years that you couldn’t remember anymore—maybe he just happened to be part of those forgotten moments.
Either way—it wasn’t important right now. The most important thing at the moment was figuring out who he was, and any way you could escape. Your previous relationship with him could come later—that is, if you stayed long enough. 
Before you could ask him for his name, he was already talking again, going on about your old times together. “You were so special to me. It hurt so bad that I had to stop seeing you when we got older but… it doesn’t matter anymore. Now that I'm old enough—now that we're finally together again…I’ll never let you go.”
He began to lean down, pursing his lips and getting ready to kiss you—not expecting the hand that slapped over his mouth when he got too close. He wasn’t even able to ask why because you were already talking, “What—What’s your name? I don’t even know your name.”
Despite looking a little disappointed from his attempt at kissing you being blocked, he responded with an indifferent tone, “Eren.”
After seeing you nod, his smile returned and he grabbed both of your wrists with his giant hands, ensuring that this time there was nothing to get in the way of his kiss. Desperate to avoid it, however, you leaned back as he leaned in—eventually hitting the bed and having nowhere else to turn. Even with everything inside of you screaming not to let him, you had no way of avoiding the moment his lips pressed against yours. He pushed your wrists into the bed too, successfully trapping you again, although this time leaving you feeling even more vulnerable than before.
You let him kiss you for a moment, hoping that he would pull away on his own. When he didn’t, you realized you would have to risk angering him to free yourself—and as much as his anger scared you, the thought of him going any further with you was scarier. 
Ripping yourself out of his grasp, you balled your hands into fists and shoved him in the chest as hard as you could, creating enough space in between you to curl your legs up, allowing you to kick him in the stomach. He tumbled back, groaning and grabbing at the already forming bruise. You wasted no time, getting up and trying to run—not even thinking about how close he was to you, the lack of distance allowing him to recapture you easily. There wasn’t even enough time for you to make it to the door before he recovered and pounced on you, grabbing at your injured sides so that you would instinctively curl up and focus more on getting his hands off of you. It made it easy for him to pick you up despite your squirming, taking you back to his bed and shoving you into it. 
You tried to sit up again, but he was quicker than you, pinning you down by your arms. His claws dug into your skin, only gentle enough that it wouldn’t draw blood—and he looked angry, growling and baring his teeth. It was more wolf-like than human, his eyes turning dark, reflecting a hint of red. 
Horrified, you shut your eyes and started to tear up—thinking he was going to claw your arms or face as a sort of punishment for trying to escape—but instead, he did nothing. He didn’t say anything either, not even when his anger finally subsided. He just stared—his eyes that reflected the color of the very forest he lived in piercing straight through your head. 
He was waiting—waiting for you to open your eyes so that he could make sure he had your full attention before making his warning. 
When you finally did, he grabbed both of your cheeks with one hand, squeezing them until your mouth was forced into an ‘o’ shape. Your eyes met his, and he stared at you in silence for another moment before reprimanding you, “Don’t try that again. Ever.”
His voice was stern, contrasting his earlier, more cheery tone. 
“I’ll make it so you can’t run at all if you do.” 
The threat made a shiver run down your spine. He wouldn’t actually hurt you like that, right? Hopefully not. 
So distracted by your thoughts, you didn’t notice the hand sliding down to your thigh until it was being squeezed. It was anything but gentle, serving as another warning of what he would do if you tried to run again. Honestly, just the thought of his sharp claws digging into your thighs until it hurt too much to stand was enough to scare you away from the idea—at least until you found an opportunity where it was certain you could make it. 
“Got it, bunny?”
He snapped you out of your thoughts again, keeping his gaze on you until you nodded. Then, his smile returned, as did his happier demeanor—and he acted like it had never left in the first place. 
Letting go of you, he stretched back and yawned, giving you the personal space you needed. You curled up, holding yourself and rubbing your arms for comfort while Eren got up and made his way across the room.
“Are you hungry at all? It must be almost noon by now, you should eat.”
You shook your head, but he either didn’t see you or didn’t care, because the next thing you heard was the clattering of different containers and ceramics. Sitting up, you looked over and saw him digging out different kinds of meats, berries, and fruits—probably because he didn’t know what kind you ate—or if you even ate meat. It was obvious that he wasn't well-versed in the diet of humans, considering he didn’t even bother cooking the meat before he went to hand it over to you. 
Not sure what to do next, you just held the plate in front of you and stared at it. You couldn’t eat most of what was on it—you weren’t sure if you even wanted to eat any of what would be considered edible to people—there was no way to tell what had been adequately washed or not.
Confused, Eren waited a moment before asking you, “Is there something wrong? Do you not like any of it?” 
You shook your head, not bothering to clarify which question you were answering while you continued to hold the plate. After another minute of awkward silence, you finally explained to him, “I can’t eat raw meat. Or unwashed fruit.”
With that new information, his mouth formed into an ‘o’ shape, showing that he understood—or at least pretended he did. He took the plate back from you, staring down at the assortment of food to try and figure out what he was going to do with it.
“I guess I should cook and wash these then, right? Will you eat then?” He asked. You nodded, just wanting this to get through with the conversation so that he couldn’t keep using it as an excuse to care for you. 
After pausing in front of the wooden front door, he turned his head to look at you, carefully watching to see your response when he asked, “Would you be good? If I take you outside with me, that is?”
As much as he didn’t trust you at the moment, he thought that getting some fresh air might help you stay calm. And even if you did try to run, you would never be able to get that far before he caught you. The risk was low.
Without answering, you were already up and joining his side, eager for another possible escape attempt. You knew he would be watching you like a hawk, but that wasn’t going to stop you. Not if it meant you had even a sliver of a chance of being successful, you still wanted to try.
With a hum, he turned back to the door and pushed it open, revealing the misty forest clearing, everything still moist from rain. The idea of bolting past him and into the woods was at the forefront of your mind, but you held back—as painful as it was. You needed to wait until he wasn’t paying attention so you could get as far away from him as possible before he noticed your absence. 
He took your hand, dragging you outside and to the middle of the clearing. Pointing to one of several logs laying around what looked to be a small fire pit, he motioned for you to sit. When you did, he handed you the plate of food and went off to find wood, checking to make sure you were still there every 5 seconds.
It didn’t take long to gather enough firewood, considering you were surrounded by trees with plenty of broken branches lying beneath them. Eren returned quickly, arms full of different sizes of sticks that tangled together when he dropped them into the fire pit. Reaching for his pants pocket, he realized he left his box of matches inside of his cabin—meaning he’d have to either leave you alone or drag you back with him to grab them.
He didn’t even get a chance to think about what he was going to do before his solution was already walking right up to him. 
“Eren! Is this… the person you were talking about?”
“Armin! Yes, yes it is.”
His childhood best friend, Armin. He could watch you for him, definitely. 
Armin approached the two of you quickly, his shaggy blonde tail bouncing behind him. He was a lot smaller than Eren was but still big enough to tower over you—leaving you shaking in your boots at there now not only being one, but two dangerous werewolves you had to keep track of if you wanted to escape.
He slowed his pace, sauntering over to you to check out the person his best friend has told him oh-so-much about in the past. 
Stepping in front of you, he kneeled to meet your eyes—trying to make himself seem smaller so that maybe you would stop shivering at the sight of him.
“Hello!” He said, a small smile adorning his feminine face, “I’m Armin—like you heard. I know it’s difficult right now, but I’m sure you’ll adjust well!”
After he finished speaking, he placed both of his hands over yours—trying to encourage you to keep your spirits high, although it had the opposite effect. You didn’t respond or even nod—the anxiety inside of you forcing you to stay frozen in place. 
Turning around, he let go of you to ask Eren something, “Mind if me and Mikasa eat with you? We have our own food.”
Eren nodded, “Would you watch them for me for a second while I run to grab some matches?”
Armin gave him a thumbs up, taking a seat on a log near you while Eren ran off. Now you were alone with him. Great.
You shuffled your feet in the dirt awkwardly, praying that Eren would be fast. Armin looked past you, suddenly beaming while he waved his arm in the air.
That must be the ‘Mikasa’ he mentioned. 
She came from behind you, taking a seat next to Armin on the log. In her arms, she held a cloth bag—probably full of food—and an over-the-fire camp grill that was likely stolen from a nearby sporting goods store. She was beautiful, which honestly made you even more nervous than just the half-wolf part did on its own.
Fortunately for you, Eren was quick to return after Mikasa arrived, a box of matches in hand and a fistful of kindling. He lit the tiny twigs, tossing them into the larger pile and starting the fire. After a minute, the pit was engulfed in flames and burning brightly, emanating warmth on everyone surrounding it. 
Mikasa unfolded the portable grill, placing it over the fire and adding her’s and Armin's food onto it. She left an open spot on the other side of it for you, which you filled quickly with everything that was on your plate, including the fruits and berries that normally wouldn't be grilled. Eren gave you a strange look but didn’t say anything, just assuming that was how humans normally ate their fruit.
The following silence was deafening, nothing but the quiet crackling of the fire filling the air. You fiddled with your thumbs, eyes glued to the dirt to avoid any awkward eye contact. 
Eventually tired of the quiet, Armin spoke up, “So… are you going to tell your parents about this soon?”
After a moment of thinking, Eren shrugged, “I’ll probably just tell them when I get them pregnant—which shouldn’t take too long.”
You almost choked on air, whipping your head towards him and stammering out a pathetic, “Excuse me?”
Mikasa and Armin look equally as shocked, both of their mouths hanging open while they stared dumbfounded at their friend.
“Already? Eren you JUST got them—at least give them some time to warm up to you more!” Mikasa shouted, giving you a sympathetic glance.
“Mika, we’ve known each other since we were kids, you know this. It’ll be fine, they’ll have as many months as they need to get used to me—the faster we have pups the better. You know how—how competitive things get around here, and if they’re pregnant then everyone will leave us alone.” His tail was wagging aggressively side to side, brushing dirt into the air. The frown on his face spoke volumes, and so did his crossed arms that made him look like a pouty child—but you couldn’t help but also notice the sad look in his eyes as he spoke again, “I’ve waited too long for this. I don’t wanna lose my chance.”
After a long moment of silence, Armin picked up a stick and began to turn the meat over on the grill, just ignoring the solemn-looking Eren and the still stunned Mikasa. He turned your food over after, dropping the stick on the ground again.
The quiet after was even worse this time, everyone just staring and waiting for things to finish cooking. It didn’t take as long for the second side to cook, the meat turning darker in minutes. Both Armin and Eren dragged the food back into their plates with sticks, Mikasa dragging the grill off of the fire when they were done. She set it aside to cool off and sat again, blowing on the meat that Armin held.
When Eren handed his plate to you, you copied Mikasa and blew on the food to cool it before digging in. Armin and Mikasa ate mostly with their hands and mouths, both eating somewhat similar to the way dogs would. You were hesitant to pick up anything with your hands, nervous about the residue that it would leave. Instead, you offered some of the meat to Eren, just opting to eat the fruits instead. That was probably the safer option, anyways—and it left less mess on your fingers. 
You finished your meal faster than everyone else, being left to sit there and watch while everyone else was distracted by their food. 
Oh. They were distracted.
As you realized that, a thought crossed your mind. You could book it and run as fast as could, maybe making it to the edge of the forest before they could catch you. Or you could stay here sitting next to them—possibly missing the only chance you’d have to escape for a while.
Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to risk it. 
Slowly, your gaze drifted from Armin to Mikasa, and then to Eren—all still busy with their food. You carefully turned around in your spot, catching Eren’s attention for a split second before you moved closer to give him a false sense of reassurance. When you were certain that your footing was good enough to help you launch forward, you took in a deep breath and counted down from 3.
3… 2… 1…
You took off, trying your best to keep your breathing steady and ignoring the burning pain in your sides. You were ahead, managing to make it out of the clearing before Eren had even begun to chase you—although it didn’t take him very long after to drop everything and go sprinting after you.
The anxiety was growing now, knowing he was coming. His footsteps were loud, and so were his angry demands.
“GET BACK HERE! GET BACK HERE RIGHT FUCKING NOW!”
It was almost more horrifying than the sound of him catching up to you.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. He was going to catch you. You weren’t fast enough—your plan was backfiring. 
You weren’t even close to the edge of the forest, you underestimated how big it was. No. No. No.
This couldn’t be happening. It was so obvious that you wouldn’t make it. Why did you even think you could.
Tears formed in the corners of your eyes, the burning in your sides now spreading to your throat. Your legs were starting to hurt.
His grunts and growls were right behind you now, and before you knew it—he was tackling you to the ground and shoving your entire body into the dirt. He was so heavy on top of you—it hurt, it made you want to scream. You were covered in scuffs and bruises now, and you could feel the sticks scrapping against your skin and the dirt sticking to your wounds. 
Everything was blurred with tears. You regret ever thinking you could get away.
“I’m sorry—I’m sorry!” You could barely choke the words out, feeling like you were suffocating with him sitting on top of you. You didn’t even have to look at him to know that there was a scowl on his face and he was barring his fangs—evident through his low growls.
“I warned you, I fucking warned you.” He snapped back at you, finally getting up but still not letting go of you—instead, pulling you up with him. 
Your legs shook beneath you, and there was a multitude of twigs and leaves in your hair and stuck to your clothes. You were so dirty.
“We’re going home. Now.” 
No. No, you weren’t. That damp cabin—den, whatever it was—it wasn’t your home, and it never would be—but you didn’t even get a chance to protest before he was already picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder. His sharp claws dug into your hip, just a little lower than where the other marks on your sides were. You couldn’t even squirm, all you could do was cry and sob into his back as he carried you.
The walk back felt like an eternity. It was like he was moving slow on purpose, just to torture you. He didn’t even talk to you, it was just silent the entire time—although this was probably better than what you’ll have to face when you got back.
Mikasa and Armin were nowhere to be seen when you walked through the clearing. They probably left quickly to avoid any conflict, but you couldn’t blame them. You would too if you were in their shoes.
When he walked through the door, he slammed it shut behind him out of anger, leaving you even more fearful of what that meant for you if he was acting like that towards an inanimate object. You were tossed onto the bed, barely being able to let out your wail of pain before he crawled on top of you and forced himself in between your legs, leaning over you so you were stuck underneath him. He grabbed both of your thighs, squeezing them until his claws were just about to break the skin.
“No! No, No Eren, please! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Please, Eren, please don’t!” You cried, pleading with him to not follow through with his earlier threat. 
“I warned you. I warned you, bunny. The only reason we’re doing things the hard way is because YOU didn’t listen.” His grip tightened, forcing a sob from your throat as he broke skin, “If it hurts too much then you can bite me. Just don’t be too loud, got it?”
Through tears, you nodded your head, just wanting to get it over with if he wasn’t going to change his mind. His claws dug into your thighs, piercing all the way into the muscle. Almost immediately, you bite down on his shoulder, letting out a shrill but muffled scream as you felt warm blood begin to drip down your legs.
It burned, it burned so horribly. You felt like you were going to be sick, your teeth starting to hurt at how hard you were biting down. It only got worse when he pushed his face into your neck and bit you back, forcing his fangs as deep into your flesh as they could go. 
Your vision began to spot, whether it was the amount of pain or the amount of blood you were losing—you were going to pass out if he kept going. Flashes of hot and cold passed through your body, making you feel like you were drenched in sweat even though the only thing you had on you was blood.
As your crying began to grow quiet, and he could feel your head slipping away from his neck, Eren realized that you were about to pass out. Quickly sitting up, he let go of your legs and stared down at you—your eyes were droopy, the rest of your body starting to go limp. 
He gently slapped your cheek, trying to keep you awake, “Hey, wake up. Stay with me, bunny. C’mon…” 
You groaned in response, shifting your body slightly. He questioned himself if he went too far, eyeing the deep gashes that were likely going to heal into permanent scars on your thighs. Compared to him, you were so small and delicate—he could kill you without even using all of his strength. Now he was worried. He needed to be more careful.
With a sigh, he got off of the bed and went to grab bandages—because if you were going to pass out on him, then he could at least take advantage of it by fixing you up without having to deal with your squirming. After cleaning and wrapping your neck and legs, he sat at the edge of the bed, staring at you with a sad look on his face.
“I’m sorry.”
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  You woke up enveloped in a soft blanket, surrounded by a cozy warmth. As much as you wanted to snuggle into it, you had to open your eyes and make sure you were safe before you could relax. 
Yawning, you opened your eyes and took a moment to register what was around you before realizing that you were face to face with someone’s chest. More specifically, Eren’s chest.
His arms were wrapped around you, and you could feel him moving his arms around over and underneath you. You looked up to him, immediately being met with his gaze directly back at you. His eyes were red, and his hair was a mess. It looked like he had been crying.
“Eren?” You coughed after speaking, not realizing how dry your throat was. 
He just held you tighter, burying his face into the top of your head.
“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry… I shouldn’t have been so careless with you…” 
You stayed quiet, allowing him to hold you in his arms while he continued apologizing over and over. 
There was nothing you could say—no words of consoling that you could give without being a liar. You couldn't say it was ok. It wasn’t. You weren’t ok—but you didn’t want to make it worse for yourself by telling him that—so all you could do was stay quiet. 
Although, as un-okay as you were, you were oddly calm compared to before. It was strange, considering you would have normally already panicked and pushed him away by now—probably backing yourself into the corner and trying desperately to avoid him—but you had no temptation to do so. If anything, you felt at ease in his arms—which was undoubtedly a cause for concern in your eyes.
By now, Eren had calmed down, your scent managing to ground him rather quickly. This provided you with a chance to speak up.
“What—What did you do to me?” You asked.
“What do you mean?”
“I wasn’t… I wasn’t this calm before. What did you do?”
The silence he held for a moment after you asked scared you. You weren’t prepared for anything, no matter what the answer may be.
“I marked you.”
“You—You what?” You didn’t know what he meant by “marking,” but the implication of it was enough to make your stomach drop.
“I marked you. When I bit you—and you marked me, too. That makes us mates.”
“What do you mean by ‘mates?’” You pushed against him, creating enough space between your face and his chest for you to look up at him.
“We’re mated. Like… It’s like what marriage is for people, kind of. Except, a lot harder to break.”
Tears began to well up in your eyes. He had to be lying. It wasn’t true. It couldn't be. The marks would heal in a few months and be gone forever, wouldn’t they?
“But what about—the marks will heal, won’t they? That can’t mean that we’re…”
“These marks are special, bunny,” He ghosted a hand up to your neck, feeling the bandaged wound with his thumb, “Even the one you gave me. They’re permanent.”
The small drops in the corners of your eyes turned into a river. Knowing that even if you were able to escape now—if ever—that mark would still be stuck on your neck—it was too difficult to cope with.
“No, no, no, please don’t cry anymore… You’ve cried enough today…” Eren cooed, pulling you close to him again, this time with his face against yours, his nose nuzzling your cheek. His comfort had the same effect on you that a mother holding her crying newborn would have, calming you quickly and managing to reduce your tears to sniffles in minutes. You hated it. You hated the comfort he was bringing you now, but you didn’t know how to stop it.
With your eyes now dry, you let out a shuddery, very exhausted-sounding sigh. Eren turned his head from you to the window, taking note of the orange glow outside. He retracted his arms from around you and sat up, catching your attention while he pulled his shirt off and handed it to you.
“The smell on this shirt should be stronger than the one you’re wearing. Change into it, it should help you stay calm while I go hunting.”
Hunting? He was leaving you to go hunt, right after all of that, with no other warning?
“What do you mean you’re going hunting?” You asked.
“We need food, don’t we? Every couple of nights, a group of us goes hunting at dusk. We bring everything back and split it evenly with everyone else. Tonight is a hunting night.”
“So… you’re just going to leave? And I’ll be here alone?” You started questioning how smart he really was if he was going to leave you by yourself right after you tried to escape.
“Well, sort of. I’ll send someone to watch,” He paused for a second, making you think he was done until you saw the petrifying look in his eyes, “Still, I think you know better than to run off now… right, bunny?”
You nodded, biting your lip anxiously while a shiver went up through your spine. He was right. Even if you ran away, the chances of him finding and catching you again were high. And if he did catch you then… who knows what he would do to you. You didn’t want to think about it.
Eren moved to cup your cheek, tilting your head so you looked up at him, “You’ll be good for me, won’t you?”
When you nodded for a second time, he leaned in and pressed his lips against yours. Unlike the first time he’d tried to kiss you, you were unable to block it, so you could only squeeze your eyes shut and wait for the moment to pass. His chin was prickly, like he’d shaved a few days ago and it was just starting to grow back—it irritated your face. Even when he pulled away, you had to scratch at your face because of the itchy feeling his stubble left.
“Thank you. I’ll be back as soon as possible. I promise.” He said while he backed away, keeping his eyes on you as he moved towards the door, making sure you didn’t follow him. 
When the door clicked shut, you shot up—but fell right back down onto your knees, forgetting about the injuries you had previously sustained. Getting up again was difficult, the ache in your thighs making you stumble as you clung to the bed for support. Instead of trying again, you gave up. Eren was right when he said he would make it so you couldn’t walk—you really couldn’t. Not yet, at least—with the still-fresh wounds on your thighs that made your legs feel like they would implode if you took even one step. 
You could always try again in a little while before he got back—depending on how your legs felt then. If they still hurt then, you could always wait until his next hunting trip, as much as you didn’t want to wait that long. There were always going to be more chances for you to escape, hopefully. It wouldn’t hurt to rest, just for a bit.
After pulling yourself back into the bed, you saw that Eren’s tunic was lying crumpled up in the center of it. He gave it to you to change into, so you might as well—it was better than the dirty one you were currently wearing anyways. 
You swapped your shirt for his, throwing the torn and dirt-covered one across the room after and curling up in the bed, wrapping yourself in the same blanket that you woke up with before he left. It was warm and cozy, filled with Eren’s scent. You couldn’t describe it well, but it smelt vaguely like autumn, along with different hints of dirt and pine needles. It was comforting, as much as you hated to admit it—and it was starting to make you feel tired. 
Your eyelids grew heavy, begging for sleep—even though you hadn’t woken up that long ago. Although if Eren was still going to be gone for a while, sleeping could always help pass the time. Getting extra sleep wasn’t a bad thing, it wouldn’t hurt. Shutting your eyes, you began to let the weariness take over, letting yourself drown in the comfortable warmth.
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  “Hey… wake up… I’m back…”
You felt someone shaking you by your shoulder, abruptly pulling you out of your dreamland. Opening your eyes, you saw a blurry, shirtless Eren standing next to you. It took a few blinks for your vision to clear, and when you did you were finally able to look at him and mumble a slightly annoyed, “What?”
Eren chuckled at your half-asleep irritation, seating himself next to you to rest his legs, “I’m back.”
“Welcome.” You retorted, turning away from him and cuddling into the blankets again. He smirked a little, moving on top of you and putting all of his weight on you. Startled and mistakenly thinking he was trying something more perverted, you started to squirm underneath him, which only led to his arms tightly wrapped around you.
“I was so worried about you while I was gone, and now you’re being all cold to me?” He asked, letting out a very loud and overdramatic sigh, “So mean.”
You finally shoved him off of you and onto the floor, pouting and giving him a dirty look as he stood and laughed at your annoyance. As you looked at him, you started to take notice of things that you didn’t before. 
He was extremely fit—the muscles in his arms and torso were toned, allowing you to see them clearly even without him flexing. Surprisingly, there wasn’t a lot of hair on him that you could see, your eyes trailing from his chest down to his abs and hips. The only place you could see any hair was his happy trail, which started right underneath his belly button and slowly got darker the further it went south. There was a bit of blood on him, too—mostly on his hands and around his face, neck, and chest. You didn’t question it much—he was just hunting, after all.
Eren caught notice of your gaze on him and decided to tease you a little in response. He interrupted your stare, grabbing your chin and tilting your head up so that you would look at him, “My eyes are up here, bunny.”
Almost immediately, your face became hot and you could feel yourself growing flustered. You could feel heat begin to pool in between your legs, and you almost thought that Eren could tell with the way his eyes widened right after. Truthfully, with his heightened sense of smell, he could tell, but he didn’t want to embarrass you or make a fool of himself, so he kept quiet.
He tried to brush it off, turning his head to the side and looking out the window to try and hide his growing blush, “We—We should both take a bath… There’s a lake nearby with clean water, and I have soap. You can clean your bandages too.”
If you took a bath with Eren that would mean seeing all of him. The thought alone made you shiver. However, you did need it, especially after being forced face-first into the dirt—and so did he based on the sight of him. You could put up with seeing him naked if it meant cleanliness.
“Okay.” You replied to him, making your way to the edge of the bed. Before you were able to get up, he stopped you with a hand on your shoulder. 
“I’ll carry you. Your legs probably still hurt, right? It’ll just be better if I carry you there.” 
After you nodded, he got on his knees and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against him before shifting his hands to your butt. He stood up slowly, making sure to hold you tightly.
“Put your arms and legs around me, that’ll make it easier for me to hold you.” He asked, pulling you up more and intertwining his arms to hold you better. You did as told, wrapping your limbs around his torso and neck and clinging on. 
You shut your eyes, leaning against him as he made his way across his home and out the door. It was cold outside, goosebumps scattering over your skin in uneven spots. Feeling you shiver, Eren moved one of his arms from under you to around your upper body, rubbing his arm up and down on your back to try and warm you. 
“We’ll be there soon. It isn’t too far from here.” 
The sound of leaves and sticks crunching under his feet came to a stop soon after he said that, signifying that he had reached the lake. You opened your eyes and twisted your neck to try and look, although you were barely able to see the bright moon reflecting off of the water in the corner of the lake. 
“I’m going to put you down, ok? I’ll be careful.” Eren said, waiting for your nod in response before he dropped to his knees and gently placed you on the dirt and grass. He stood up again, patting you on the head before stepping away to start stripping. You whipped your head around quickly, not wanting to see him fully exposed. Because he only had his pants and shoes to take off, it wasn’t long before he was nude—walking up behind you after to inform you that it was now your turn to strip.
He promised not to look, although it wouldn’t matter much anyway. In a few minutes—when you were both going to be submerged in the lake—he would need to keep an eye on you for your safety.
Getting your shirt off was easy, but your shorts were another story. You slid them off oh-so delicately, afraid of being too rough and hurting your already injured thighs—you really didn't want to delay the healing process any more than you already might have earlier; when you tried to get up after Eren left.
Once everything you wore was off and discarded into the same pile as Eren’s clothes, you covered your chest and called for Eren to help you into the water. He turned around to face you—fully prepared to assist you—but froze. You stared at each other, both processing the sight of each other completely bare. 
His tail began to wag involuntarily, exposing his excitement. While he drank in every little thing about your appearance that he could see, you did the same—your eyes trailing down his body like earlier—only this time there was nothing to get in the way of seeing where his happy trail led.
Your eyes followed it, all the way down to where it turned into a larger but still nicely trimmed tuft of hair before—
Holy shit.
He was huge. 9 inches at least, and that was soft.
Your entire body felt warm at the sight of him, your lower regions especially. You had to take in a deep breath just to ground yourself, and even then, you couldn’t get rid of the warm feeling inside your core.
Eren seemed to notice where your gaze went as well, considering his face was now a bright red, and his eyes were blown wide open. He could feel the arousing building up in himself—so, in an effort to hide it, he ran to you and scooped you up, quickly getting into the lake and walking to where the water was waist-deep. 
You shivered in his arms, not expecting him to move so fast into the freezing cold water. Next, he set you down slowly, making sure you would stay standing before he let go. When you were stable on your feet, he gave you a quick kiss on the forehead before turning your stiff self around so your back would face him. 
“Stay still while I grab the soap.” He told you, wading past you in the water and going back to the pile of clothes in the grass, digging around until he was able to pull out a bar of soap from his pants pocket. He made his way back to you after, wrapping his arms around you and nuzzling his face into your head, “I’ll wash you. It’ll be easier for me to reach places you can’t. I promise I’ll be careful, so don’t worry.”
Nodding, you held your arms around your chest even tighter than before, just to be cautious if he was planning anything. You heard him dip the soap into the water and then press it against your back, the cold bar making you squeak and arch your spine. Your reaction made Eren chuckle for a moment before he began to wash you, continuously dipping his hand into the water whenever the bar felt dry so that it remained wet enough to eventually form suds.
The grip he had on the soap was strange, using the sides of his fingers instead of the pads to hold it, keeping his claws pointed away from you to keep you safe. After your back was clean enough, he moved on—scrubbing shoulders and upper arms. He didn’t want to risk your discomfort, so he carefully avoided the wet bandages and anything near your chest, simply handing the bar to you when he was finished so that you could wash those areas yourself.
You did so quickly, barely letting any suds form while you scrubbed away, rinsing everything off after and using your arms to cover yourself again. Eren asked if you were done, to which you nodded and handed him the bar, watching as he began to copy what he did to you, this time on himself.
With him distracted, you were able to examine his body once more. He faced away as he washed himself off, allowing you a nice view of his back muscles. Watching them flex and move was mesmerizing, the muscles stretching with the different ways he bent his arms. Part of you was curious about what it would be like, to be picked up and held in his huge arms while he—
The warm feeling came back. This time, it was even stronger than before.
You could feel yourself throbbing. You knew you were aroused, but it was so much more… intense than it usually was. Your entire body was hot, and it felt like you were burning up. Right now, it was probably a good thing that the lake was cold—because it was the only thing keeping you from overheating. 
Everything felt so intensified, and you felt like you were going to collapse into the water. You needed to get out—maybe sit down for a minute or two.
You treaded through the water, making your way to Eren and poking his back. He flinched, obviously not expecting anything to touch him, and turned around to look at you.
“Eren…”  
Your voice was shaky and unstable, your body shaking. You were going to ask him to carry you when he finished cleaning up, but you froze. Something was off about him. His eyes looked like they were glowing, and staring straight through you. 
Slowly, he turned his body towards you and wrapped his arms around you. You didn’t know how to react, just frozen in place while he leaned over you. He buried his face into you, his nose stuffed into the crook of your neck.
“Eren? What—what are you doing?” “You smell… so sweet.” 
He grazed his claws over your back, making you press yourself into him with your spine arched. It took everything inside of him, every ounce of self-control he had to keep from picking you up and taking you right then and there, in the middle of the lake. His sniffing was starting to tickle your neck, making you squirm.
“Eren…”
He didn’t respond—instead, beginning to back you up towards the shore. Eventually, the water was back to being well below both yours and his waist, going just above your knees and exposing everything. Instead of eventually backing out of the lake, you hit a ledge, almost falling onto it—if Eren hadn’t stopped pushing, you would have. He instead stepped back, grabbing you by the waist and spinning you around, pushing your upper body forward so that you were bent over it with your legs remaining half-submerged in the water. 
Confused still, you tried to stand up again, only to be stopped by his hand on the small of your back, holding you down.
“Ere—Eren!” You squeaked out, abruptly feeling him press the palm of his finger against your clit. It hit you then, that he could tell what you were feeling—and he probably knew the reason you felt that way too. 
Your entire body shook, your knees feeling weak and wobbly like jello. Eren didn’t stop, beginning to rub in small circles. He kneeled, one hand on the back of your thigh and the other wrapped around your leg to reach your heat. Being face-to-face with your cunt now, he was able to see how wet you were, your pussy swollen and begging for something inside of it. 
“Eren—Eren… please, I—” You stuttered out, feeling the warmth worsen throughout your entire body. 
“Shh, shh. I’ll take care of this.” He interrupted you, leaning in to leave a soft kiss on your ass. 
This was embarrassing, to be bent over the side of a lake by someone who stole you away a few hours ago, with his face so close to the most intimate parts of you. 
You covered your mouth, trying to silence the tiny whimpers that came out when you felt his breath on your cunt. He moved closer, slowly sticking out his tongue and dragging it down the slit of your pussy. Moving his other arm around your leg, he managed to put both of his thumbs on either of your outer labia, spreading your lips apart and taking another long lick.
If it weren’t for him, you would have collapsed onto the ground by now. His tongue moved back to your clit, flicking it a few times before dragging back to push into your entrance. Involuntarily, you pushed your hips back into him, begging for more friction. He pulled away, much to your dismay, making you whimper from the sudden cold breeze.
“You taste so good—you taste so good.” Eren panted, continuing to play with your folds and nudge your clit with his finger. He unwrapped one of his arms and closed his hand into a fist, only his middle and ring finger left extended. Carefully, he put the two claws into his mouth and bit down, effectively snapping the sharp nails off. After spitting them into the water, he moved his hand back to your pussy, feeling up and down to gather as much of the slick as he could before pushing his fingers in up to their first knuckles.
“Eren!” You cried out, your arms giving out and leaving you with your head buried in them against the dirt. 
His ears perked up, and you could feel him lean to the side to try and look at your face, “Are you ok?”
“Yes—Yes I’m ok. Please, please, please keep going.” 
Never before had someone putting just two fingers in you felt good. Even touching yourself hadn't. It was like your sensitivity was in overdrive, every ounce of contact you had with him had you melting. Not to mention, his fingers were massive, the two of them alone being longer than the average dick. 
As he pushed them deeper, you could feel yourself squeezing the digits, especially when he had driven them in to the third knuckle. You almost couldn’t control yourself, your shaking hips grinding back and forth on his fingers.
“Move them, move them, please. Please.” You begged, starting to feel irritated like there was an itch that he just wasn’t reaching—an itch that desperately needed the satisfaction of being scratched.
Weak to your pleas, Eren was quick to retract and thrust them back into you, using the thumb of his other hand to massage your clit while he did. You whimpered into your arms, rocking with the motion of his hand to force his fingers as deep as they could go. 
“So desperate—so wet too. Is this really all because of me?” He asked, making your embarrassment grow tenfold. Despite the intention of his remark being teasing, he ended up sounding unsure, almost in disbelief that he had managed to make you so worked up. Even when you nodded in response, he still wasn’t quite sure. 
“All this, because you saw me naked? Even with a soft dick?”
You nodded again, whining when he stopped moving his fingers to focus on standing up and leaning over you.
“Well, would you like to see what it looks like when it’s hard?”
You almost bashed your head into his chin with the way you stood up so fast. He chuckled at your eagerness, pulling his fingers out of you and giving you room to turn around and see him.
When you did, your mouth fell open, and you could feel yourself throb again. The need was almost starting to hurt, your entire body begging for you to let him rearrange your guts. Such a thing would be an easy task for him as well, with his cock being almost as big as a ruler. There was no way you would be able to fit it inside of you when the time came, surely—but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to see how much of it you could take.
From the thick tuft of hair right above the base of it, the slightly curved shaft seemed mostly even, only a few veins protruding and the girth only increasing slightly around the head. The tip was pink and leaking precum, pleading for a pretty pussy to penetrate and fill—your pussy to be more specific.
With a shaky breath, you reached out—only to be stopped by a hand gripping your wrist. When you looked up to Eren to see what was wrong, you were met with his beet-red face, his brows furrowed and his teeth clenched. Despite looking angry, he wasn’t—just struggling to hold everything in. He needed you desperately, and it felt like if he didn’t have you soon he was going to explode. But he didn’t want to do it out in the lake—he wanted your first time together to be at home in his bed, which is why this situation was so difficult. 
 “We need to go home. Now.” He said, sounding urgent and demanding. He knew if he didn’t get home with you soon, he’d end up losing it and fucking you against the ledge, which he’d definitely regret after. Before you could question how you’d get home while he was sporting a hard-on, he was already picking you up and making his way to shore. Instead of putting his clothes back on after shaking the extra water off of himself, he picked up the pile and held it over his crotch, positioning it so that he was holding the clothes with one arm and you with the other. You didn’t even get a chance to complain about how overly exposed you were, or how you didn’t want anyone to see you nude, because he was already rushing back home, leaving you to pray that nobody was outside tonight.
With no interruptions, you arrived back at his cabin quickly, getting dropped onto the bed almost immediately after he reached it. The clothes were discarded to the side, freeing his hands and allowing him to pull you to the edge of the bed and position you the same way you were at the lake—bent over the side of it with your knees on the floor.
He got on his knees behind you, grabbing your hips and sliding his cock in between your legs. You shivered at the contact it made with you, the base of it pressing against your pussy and the length going over halfway up your stomach. He wrapped his arms around you, feeling where the tip of his cock was against your stomach and letting out a breathy sigh.
“Shit, that’s gonna go deep, huh…” He dragged his fingers up through the middle of your chest, and then straight back down again. He moved his hand under his shaft, reaching your clit and beginning to rub it up and down with his middle and index fingers. 
“Do you think you can take it?” He asked, “I don’t want to end up hurting you.”
“Yes, Yes I can take it, Eren. Please, give it to me, please.” You pushed your hips into him, trying to move them closer to his fingers and cock, desperate for any kind of stimulation he had to offer. He hadn’t given you enough, and you just kept wanting more. You needed to be filled, fucked—something—or you might end up going feral.
When he pulled his hand and cock away, you prepared yourself to feel the tip of it push against your opening—but instead, you were met with his tongue again. This time, he had turned on his back and moved underneath you with his head on the bed, right below your cunt, allowing him easier access to your clit. As much as you wanted something inside of you, being able to grind your pussy against his face was enough for now, if that’s what he was willing to give. He lapped at it, flicking the swollen bud over and over with his tongue before wrapping his lips around it to suck. 
You buried your face into the sheets, embarrassed by how many lewd noises came from your throat. His arms found their way around your legs, one grabbing your ass, and the other—the one with his two cut claws—moved to finger you again. 
Your cunt was covered in his spit at this point, mixed with your slick and helping to lubricate your pussy for what was to come later. The ache inside of you grew larger, even as he ate you out and made you see stars. You needed something bigger, you needed all of him. Every inch you could take. 
“Want more, ‘ren. Please.” You begged with a shaky voice, tears cascading down your cheeks. His fingers weren’t enough anymore, and you were desperate.
He pulled his fingers out of you and moved from underneath you, turning himself upright and getting back onto his knees behind you. As much as he wanted to give in to what you wanted, he was still so afraid of hurting you. You were so tiny next to him, there was no way he wouldn’t tear your insides trying to put himself in. 
“Promise you’ll tell me if it’s too much?” He grabbed your hips, trying to hold you still while he slid the tip of his cock up and down your soaking cunt.
“Yes, Eren, I promise! Please! Please, please!” You tried to push yourself back onto him, not realizing you were only preventing him from penetrating you.
“Then hold still. I can’t get it in when you squirm like that.” Eren grimaced with frustration, eventually pushing your upper body down into the bed so that you wouldn’t move as much. He finally managed to slip the tip in, giving him time to reposition his hands on your waist for better leverage, “I’m putting in as much as I can. Ok?”
You nodded, taking in a large breath and preparing yourself for what his cock might feel like inside of you.
Carefully, the head breached your opening, his length slowly beginning to fill you up. As it did, both you and Eren melted into each other, your back arching so you could take more of him in while he began to lean over you, his chest resting against your back, allowing you to feel every pant from him. 
He was stretching you out, stuffing every inch of himself into you. Barely more than halfway in, and he was already close to touching your cervix. You were crying, begging for more, begging for him to give you more and more. He could barely hold himself up, the warmth of your tight cunt being almost too much for him to handle. How pathetic, to think that he was so close to cumming, and yet hadn’t even gotten one thrust in.
Using one arm propped up on his elbow for stability, he slid his other hand across your body and underneath you, gliding it across your chest and all the way to your lower stomach. He pressed down gently, pushing himself more and more until he could feel a bump form against his fingers.
“So deep, isn’t it?” His words came out in pants, sending a shiver up your spine and making you squeeze around his cock. After letting out a choked moan, he managed to push himself up again, pressing his length the rest of the way in until it reached the hilt. 
“I'm gonna fuck you pregnant. Gonna put some babies in you so everyone knows that you’re mine.” He placed his hands on your waist, sliding his hands up to your shoulder blades, feeling around them, then dragging his nails back down to your hips. Thin lines were left in place of where he had just scratched you, and instead of the usual whimper in response, it made you shudder and cry for more. 
His remaining claws dug into your skin, not deep enough to hurt or draw blood, but enough to keep a good grip on you. He pressed his hips into your ass again, forcing you against the bed before he pulled out halfway and fucked into you again.
Immediately, he picked up the pace and continued rutting into you, forcing the bed to bounce with his actions. You squealed and whimpered, your mind growing numb and dizzy as he continued. 
It felt amazing, like all of your sensitive spots were being touched. The itch was finally being scratched. He filled you up perfectly, his cock reaching all of the right places—you wanted to sob from how overwhelming it was. It was perfect.
“Hah—Eren! Please! Please, please, pleasepleaseplease!” You repeated the word over and over like it was the only thing you knew, begging for him, pleading for him to keep giving you what you needed, to keep taking care of you like he said he would.
“Please what, hm? Please—pant—what? Tell me what, tell me what you want.”
“Cum in me! I—I want—I wanna be full! I wanna be full of you…”
“You do, hm? You want me to—want me to fuck you full?”
“YES! Yes! Please!” That seemed like the best thing in the world right now. 
“You better be certain than, cause once I start I—I won’t be able to pull out.” His grip on your hips tightened, and he could feel a knot begin to form at the base of his cock as his thrusts grew uneven.
“Yes, Eren—I need it, I need it!” You started to move your hips with his, helping him hit even harder than before.
“Alright baby, alright.” He groaned out the last word, feeling dangerously close to tipping over the edge. With your pussy clenching him so tightly, he wasn’t going to last long—but he wanted you to cum first. Wrapping his arm around you, he moved his hand down to your cunt, pressing two fingers to the bundle of nerves and moving them. 
The slow circles on your clit combined with his hard, cervix-kissing thrusts were enough to begin your release, your pussy convulsing around him while you lost control of your sounds. Your entire body twitched and jolted as you came, an assortment of moans, cries, and pants spilling from your throat. 
“You coming? You coming?” 
You nodded.
“Yeah? Good. Good, good girl.” He slapped your ass, likely leaving a bruise before he leaned over you, holding himself up by his elbows and putting all of his energy into fucking you. You could see his arms on either side of your head, the muscles flexing as he moved quickly. 
“I’m gonna cum—fuck, fuck, you better fucking take it all.” He pushed himself as deep into you as he could, getting in three more hard thrusts before he bottomed out for the final time, his knot getting stuck inside of you while he unraveled. Not being able to pull out this time, he continued to rut and grind his hips against yours to keep the stimulation going, milking as much of his seed out as he could while mumbling for you to take it all—which you did. 
With his body leaned over you—almost laying on you—and his head next to yours, he buried his face into your neck, getting a big whiff of your scent before chomping down on your shoulder, right next to the mark he’d left before. It made you whimper, feeling his teeth dig into you just like they had before, but this time it was a nicer feeling of pain—one that was more soft and clouded by lust instead of pure discomfort.
He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you flush against his chest before he relaxed on top of you, sending both of you into the bed. His mumbles stopped soon, and his hips stilled against yours when he was finally done emptying into you. After a minute of relaxing in the sweaty, sticky pile containing you and Eren, you began to squirm, growing tired of being crushed by the heavy werewolf. With his knot still stuck inside of you, he chose to roll over instead, turning you to face him and leaving you on top of him—it was still a little uncomfortable, but at least you weren't as hot as you were with him on top of you. 
As you sat on him, his length began to grow, the feeling of the tip pressing against your cervix becoming increasingly less pleasing and more and more painful.
“Eren? Are you—“ you paused, shifting around awkwardly while trying to pull him out of you, finding it nearly impossible with the way he was swollen inside of you, “Are you going to pull out?”
He moved his hands over your thighs, carefully brushing your bandaged wounds, “I told you I wouldn’t be able to stop, didn’t I?” 
A nervous laugh was all he could muster, trying desperately to keep you from becoming uncomfortable now that your heat was beginning to wear off. 
“Oh. So you meant—you were being serious when you said…” You trailed off, looking down to where your bodies met. 
“Yea, I was. It should go away soon, though! Don’t worry—we can get some food after and rest a little before your heat starts up again.” His hands moved to your waist, tracing his hands up and down your hips.
Your brows furrowed together with confusion, “My—My what? Again?”
“Well… shit, it’s a little complicated, but—since I bit you, and since we’re…well, mated,” he stopped his awkward ramble for a second, trying to think up a good way to explain the mess that was a werewolf’s heat, “you’re going to start getting affected by more… werewolf things. You won’t look like one, obviously, but some of your hormones are going to be like ones.” 
Cocking your head, you leaned your head forward slightly, trying to give him a cue to continue.
“My dad told me about it when I told him I had my heart set on you as my mate…” His cheeks burned red, and his eyes drifted off to the side, “My mom was a human. Is—she still is, I mean. That’s how I know so much about this.”
Sensing him beginning to drift into another topic, you asked again, “Eren, what was the thing about hormones and heat?” 
“Right, right, sorry. Basically, werewolves go through heat cycles in the spring, and a bunch of things can trigger it. Usually, when it starts, it can be really hard to stop it. The only way you can is by mating—and even then, the relief is only temporary. The only way you can really stop it is—well…”
“Is what?”
“Getting pregnant, usually. Unless you want to wait for it to pass, which can be really painful, I've heard.”
This time, after his explanation, you stayed quiet, looking down at his chest and trying to process what you just learned. He had essentially given you two options: Get pregnant or wait for the agonizing cycle to complete.
Noticing your discomfort, Eren cupped your cheek and tilted your head up so that you would look at him, “My mom says that it got a lot better after she had me, though, so maybe it’ll be the same for you.”
His attempt to comfort you backfired, ending with tears on your end, crying about not wanting it, and him sitting up to hold you as you crumbled. By now, the swelling that had locked you together died down, allowing him to pull himself out of you. A slew of semen spilled out of you and onto his lap as you did, making you feel like a disgusting and sticky mess.
“Don’t cry, please… It’s going to be ok. You’re going to be ok. Please, please… No more tears.” He held your face, pushing his forehead against yours while he wiped your tears. “We can eat and then rest, right? We’ll rest as long as you need to.” 
After pushing your head into his shoulder, he fell back on the bed, holding you close while he pet your back and head. You were quick to calm, his body wrapped around yours providing a sort of comfort that was still new to you—a feeling of peace and home. It was hard to cry with that warm feeling in your chest. 
A few minutes of silence passed with Eren petting and holding you, allowing you enough time to relax so that you weren’t crying anymore, even when he got up to grab your clothes and a rag to clean you. When he returned to your side, he slipped his arm underneath your back to hold you up, handing you his shirt and telling you to put it on while he cleaned up the excess cum that covered your thighs. You did as told, changing into the clean shirt and watching him throw the rag into the heap of dirty clothes that he dropped on the floor earlier. As you stared at the pile, you realized that this would be your fourth time changing shirts today—and his third. 
“You change clothes a lot, you know.” You commented, pointing to where all of his previously worn shirts lay. 
Eren looked from the clothes to you, chuckling a little while he put on—what would hopefully be—his final change of clothes for the day, “Heh, only today. Normally I only change after bathing or if my shirt gets ripped, today was just special!” 
Tilting your head to the side, you questioned him, “Special? How?” 
“Because today’s my first day being with you since we were kids.” He responded with a small smile, sitting back on the bed and pulling you into his side. Your cheeks burned, and you pushed against him gently.
“Is it really that special?”
“Of course it is. I’ve missed you for years, why wouldn’t it be special? You're finally mine.”
Your face felt even hotter, but not like it did during your heat. 
“Stop it, Eren… Just go make me food like you said you would. I’m getting hungry.” You pouted, crossing your arms and trying to hide your fluster. 
“Aw, alright. Since you asked so nicely.” He got up, kissing your head and ruffling your hair before going to grab things out of the many jars and boxes he had, plating it all and heading for the door, “I’ll be outside by the fire pit; call if you need me.”
You nodded and watched him leave, barely even realizing that he was trusting you enough to be alone with the door unlocked. Escaping came as a secondary thought, and you didn’t bother to question it. You were too distracted by the comfort—the comfort of Eren, his presence, and his smell. It was overpowering any sort of negative feeling you had before. 
With a sigh, you buried yourself into the blankets and sheets on the bed, relaxing into the softness of it. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to stay like this for a while, drowning in the solace that you had here. You could always escape later, so why not enjoy this feeling while you had it. 
Just as you were about to shut your eyes and let yourself drift to sleep, a loud bark echoed from outside of the cabin. You sat up, listening for a moment to determine if the noise was a one-off occurrence or if something was happening outside. You heard the pitter-patter of a few raindrops hit the roof, but nothing else. After a minute passed with nothing else, you just assumed that maybe Eren had been startled, or maybe he got overly excited and barked at something—but all of those ideas went down the drain when you heard it again. This time, it was louder, and much more aggressive-sounding than before. And then, there was another bark—one from someone different. 
Worried, you got up and hurried to the door, your thighs thankfully not aching as much as before—well, the injuries on the outsides of your thighs that is. You pushed against it in a rush, swinging it wide open to see what was going on and if Eren was in danger.
The already wet dirt was beginning to flood as the second rain of the day poured down, turning into mud that caked Eren and another werewolf as they wrestled and fought on the ground. The food that Eren had previously gathered for you was scattered across the dirt, some of it crushed underneath the two fighting werewolves.
Eren was covered in dirt and blood, both his own and his opponents. Gashes, scratches, and bite marks covered his body, telling you how viscous this fight was—for it to wound him so badly in just a few minutes.
You watched as they tackled each other, tearing at each other’s skin and gnawing at the other’s limbs. Although you wanted to scream, to run and throw yourself in between them to stop the fight, doing such a thing would only lead to your demise—so all you could do was watch as they mauled each other. Eventually, the stranger was pinned to the ground, being able to do nothing but kick and bark while Eren continued to attack him. 
Unable to handle watching the battle anymore, you screamed for Eren, waiting for him to look at you before you went inside, slamming the door shut and leaning all of your weight against it. You began to cry, praying that Eren would be able to get away from whoever was out there fighting him. The numerous questions you had about why he was fighting could come later, right now you only wanted him to be safe. 
Something rapped against the door, startling you away from it. You scurried back to the bed on all fours, hiding underneath the blankets while staring daggers at the door, hoping that the next person to come through it would be someone familiar to you. As it swung open, the wood bashed against the wall forcefully, making the house shake. You let out a cry, squeezing your eyes shut and praying that when you opened them, Eren would be the one there.
The door was shut, and you listened to the sound of footsteps approaching you carefully. A large hand was placed on your back, and before you could react with a scream or shout—he spoke.
“It’s ok. It’s me, bunny.”
Your eyes shot open, and you launched yourself to him, wrapping your arms around his waist. He flinched as your arms touched his wounds but still wrapped his arms around you, petting your head as you held onto him. 
You pushed him away, eyes scanning over his body while you made note of every injury and bruise he had.
“You're bleeding, Eren…” 
“I know, I know. Help me get bandaged up… please.” His voice was hoarse as he spoke to you, making his weakened state even more obvious. He pointed to a box that sat on a wooden shelf against the wall opposite to you, “They’re in there. Please get them for me.” 
Nodding, you were quick to stand and rush to the shelf, opening the box and digging out a roll of bandages along with a few other first-aid supplies, such as a bottle of rubbing alcohol and a rag to clean him off. He sat on the bed, hunched over and panting while tugging off his ruined clothes and throwing them into the trash with everything else that had been tarnished that day.
“So much for that being my last change of clothes.” He joked, trying to lighten the heavy mood before he pointed to a large vase in the corner, “There’s some water in there. You can dip the rag in it to get it wet.”
You walked over to it, taking off the ceramic lid and placing it aside, dunking the cloth into the water inside of it. You rang it out after, flinging it over your shoulder and walking back to where Eren sat. He lifted his head, sitting up straight when you arrived at his side. When you began cleaning him, he couldn’t help the small sigh that left his mouth, the washcloth pressing against his skin and scrapping off the drying mud and blood was already making him feel better—especially because you were the one doing it. 
“Thank you.” He brushed a hand over your cheek, catching your attention and stopping you from your task for a moment. His thumb grazed over the curve of your cheek while he admired you, a glimpse of relief and sadness in his eyes. You were more important to him than you would ever even begin to realize, and the fact that he could have been so close to losing you during that fight had cemented that fact—making him feel even more possessive over you than before, a strong desire to keep you safe with him overpowering any rational thought. 
You nodded at him, continuing to clean his wounds with the wet rag. After you had wiped down as much as you could, you folded the rag in half and doused it in the rubbing alcohol, going over all of his wounds again to clean them. Eren clenched his jaw, hissing at the stinging feeling that followed.
Working quickly, you managed to finish in less than a minute, allowing you to move on to bandaging him. He lifted his arms, giving you room to wrap the bandage around and pull it tight against him. 
This process took longer, wrapping each limb individually in a way that still allowed him to move was a lot more time-consuming than just running a soaked cloth over everything. You moved in front of him, continuing to cover his wounds while he watched you. It was almost eerie, having him watch your every move so carefully, not being able to tell what he was thinking.
As you finished wrapping the last of his injury, he moved one of his arms around you and pulled you into his lap, letting you finish tying off the bandage before he rested his head on your shoulder. You did the same, resting on his and snuggling into him. He smiled, holding you against him securely and relaxing with the comfort of you in his arms. 
Moving a hand up to your open shoulder, he began to trace over the bite mark in the crook of your neck. He smiled to himself, the proof of you being his mate putting a warm feeling in his chest. His mark had worked to bind the two of you, but whether you had figured that out yet or not, he didn’t know. He wanted to tell you.
“You know, you seem a lot calmer with me than you did before.” He began, deciding that the best way to bring it up was subtly so that you wouldn’t freak out. 
“I guess I have.” You replied, tracing your finger over his shoulder blade, “Haven’t really thought about it that much.”
“Ah, I see.” There was a pause while he thought, deciding what he should say next, “Do you remember earlier—when I was talking about how your hormones are going to change and stuff?”
“Yea, I remember.”
“Well, it affects more than just your sex hormones, you know.” As he finished speaking, he braced himself for your response.
“Oh. I guess that makes sense.” You shrugged it off, trying to ignore the fact that he now had a large influence over your emotions, whether you wanted him to or not. You could come to terms with it later, but for now, it was easier to just ignore.
Your answer was unexpected to Eren, but he didn’t want to push it any further, deciding to just leave it be for your sake. After that, he allowed you to steer where the conversation went, and if it continued at all.
“Does the fight you got into have anything to do with hormones, Eren?” You asked him, trying to get back onto the topic of the fight so you could figure out what caused it. When he let out a sigh in response, you began to regret asking—thinking you’d upset him. Feeling you tense up in his lap, he placed his hand on your back and massaged up and down your spine, reassuring you that things were ok.
“I guess that’s part of it,” He began, wrapping his arms around you again and holding you even tighter than before, “That other guy… He’s always been really pissy over other people having mates because he could never get one. He’s always starting fights over it, trying to ‘win’ the other person’s mate so that he could have one too. I didn’t expect him to be out there, and I thought I would be able to ignore him, but… he could smell your heat on me and it made him really aggravated. He kept saying these… disgusting things about you, and joking about how he’d take you from me when I wasn’t looking so I just—I snapped.”
With his face shoved into your neck, you could feel his tears soaking into your skin. You moved your hand to his head, digging your fingers into his scalp and massaging gently, trying to comfort him. You heard a whimper from him, followed by a few hiccups as he started to cry. 
“I’ve waited so long to have you. I can’t handle the thought of losing you—I just—I just got you. You’re mine. You’re mine. I don’t want anyone else to have you.” He nuzzled into you more, trying to force himself as close to you as he could get, “You’re mine. Mine.” 
His hands pressed against your back, nails beginning to dig into you while he mumbled possessive things. You began to squirm, growing uneasy with how close he was to making you bleed again—but he stopped, pulling his head away from your throat and sliding his hands from your back to your front, moving them up to cup your face. 
With all of your attention on him, making sure to use the softest voice he could muster while tears flooded his eyes—he asked you, “Promise me that you’ll never leave me. Promise you’ll always be mine.” 
He looked desperate for a response, but reluctant to answer, you gawked at him. As the seconds passed, he grew more distressed with your hesitance, growing visibly more upset the longer your reply took. As much as you wanted to, his sad puppy-dog eyes and the fear for your safety made it difficult to deny him—so you didn’t. You gave in.
“I promise.”
Relief flooded his face when you said that, the tears finally leaving his eyes and a small smile coming to his lips. He pulled your face against his, pressing your lips together and kissing you with everything he had. You didn’t fight it, your hands previously in his hair falling to his shoulders. You relaxed into each other, both of you leaning into the kiss. Eren ran his hands back to your shoulders, down to your arms, and up to your wrists, grabbing them and moving them to his face.
When you caught on and held his face, he let go of you and moved his hands down to your thighs, rubbing them gently before sliding them to your back again. With one arm holding you against him, he rolled over and pressed his body against yours, continuing to kiss you while you were pinned underneath him.
He caressed your face, tilting your head to the side to deepen the kiss further and get an angle that allowed him to get even closer. His thumb rubbed against the curve of your cheek, making you feel warm and fuzzy inside; you were so comfortable in his arms. 
When he pulled away, it was only for a second to breathe, and then his mouth was back on yours, holding you there for as long as he could. A few more minutes of him repeating the process, and you began to feel him becoming wound up. The more he kissed you, the more he pushed against you—and the more he pushed against you, the more desperately he seemed to cling to you. 
The kisses began to grow shorter, but so did the pauses between them, allowing him to kiss you over and over as his body pressed against yours. His tail was wagging back and forth, increasing in speed the more he relaxed. You wrapped your arms around his neck, digging your fingers into his hair again and scratching behind his furry ears. Feeling nothing but pure bliss, he let out a satisfied moan and practically melted on top of you, the burden of holding up his body weight falling to you. 
His mouth continued to press kisses on your cheek, trailing slowly to your jaw. Your body tensed as he kissed down even further, reaching your neck and pausing his journey to give some more attention to it. He laid a few pecks here and there, scattering light kisses across your throat before finally deciding on a spot to ravage. First, his sharp teeth grazed over the spot, tickling your skin and giving you goosebumps all over. With his lips puckered, he latched onto you, harshly sucking at your skin and leaving a deep bruise. When he was satisfied with what he’d left, he abandoned it to join the rest of the marks on your neck, moving on to kiss your collarbone.
He moved off of you, maneuvering himself around until he managed to get into a position in between your legs. With his hands now free, he was quick to cup your face, giving you a peck on the lips before speaking, “Please—let me make you mine. More than you already are. Please, let me take all of you.”
His hands slid down your neck, moving to fondle your chest through your shirt, “I’ll let you have me too. I’ll let you have anything you want. Just—Please. It’s all I want. You’re all I want.” 
You could feel your face heat up, tears welling up at the idea of what being his could mean. Every sensical thought you had was being pushed away, your instincts—poisoned by his bite and clouded by your returning heat—inclining you to give yourself to him. In any other situation, you would say no. In any other situation, you would have already escaped and run away, giving no second thought to the werewolf that kidnapped you. In any situation where he hadn’t already bitten you, you wouldn’t think twice about rejecting him—but that wasn’t this. 
You only had one answer to give, lifting your hand up to his face and holding it delicately, “You can have me, Eren.” 
With your consent given, he smiled and his tail began to smack against the bed over and over, showing how excited he was. A little rougher than before, he was already groping and squeezing your breasts, growing eager to take you again. His crotch was pressed against yours, allowing you to feel the way his length grew as he touched you, struggling to become fully erect in the tight confines of his underwear.
Your body already felt hot again, a feeling similar to what Eren called your “heat” before. It grew more intense with each second, every touch or grind against you sending a strong wave of euphoria through your body. 
“I’ll take such good care of you, bunny.” He said, grabbing your shirt and pulling it over your head. He threw it to the side—planning to come back for it later when you were done—and grabbed onto your chest again, pawing at your tits and rolling his thumbs over your hardening nipples. He grew rougher, grinding his hips into yours and moving one hand away from your chest, allowing him access to kiss your now unoccupied boob. 
Eagerly, he popped the nipple into his mouth and lapped at it with his tongue, moving it around and flicking it. Already sensitive enough to his advances, shivers went across your body, and you couldn’t help but grind yourself against him, whimpering as the warmth began to pool in between your legs.
He sucked on it, gently pulling on and rubbing the other nipple with his fingers. You whined quietly, back arching so that your chest would push further into him, your brain so high on dopamine that all you could think about was the pleasure you were receiving. There was no way to take things slow when you were this excited. 
“Eren—Eren, I want—want more.” You begged, your body starting to shake with need.
Eren pulled away from your nipple, but only for a second so that he could speak, “Now now, you have to be patient. I want to keep touching you. I said I want to take all of you, so I intend to touch all of you too.”
With a few more whimpers and squirms, you gave up on asking for more than suckling, because that was all he seemed to be focused on at the moment. He finally pulled back from your tit with a ‘pop’, eyeing the spit-covered and swollen nipple before beginning to kiss down your stomach, sliding both of his hands down to your thighs to spread them apart. The heat from your cunt could be felt on his chin as he reached your clit, his eyes never leaving yours as he wrapped his lips around it, sucking on it and reveling in the whines and cries that left your mouth. He held your waist, his arms underneath your legs and hands on the curve of your hips, slowly rubbing up and down and thumbs massaging them leisurely.
You could see his tail swaying, a clear sign that he was enjoying his time between your legs. A small giggle interrupted your whimpers while you moved your hand, threading your fingers through his hair and petting him. He raised an eyebrow at you, pulling his mouth away for a moment before switching to using his tongue, lapping and flicking the bud. 
Your body jolted, the grip you had on his hair tightening, “Eren!”
He didn’t stop, the licks going from just on your clit to the entire slit; his tongue dragging up your cunt to taste how wet you were. It turned you into putty in his hands, and it took everything inside of you to not squeeze his head with your thighs and suffocate him with your pussy. 
His grip on your waist grew, allowing him to pull you closer to his face and push his tongue into you. One of his hands moved to your groin, his thumb pushing against your clit and rubbing it up and down. The stimulation made you twice as sensitive, his tongue buried inside of you making you feel like you were drowning in bliss.
“It feels good, Eren. It feels so good.” You cried, grasping his head with both of your hands. He nodded, trying to rub his thumb even faster to milk more cute noises out of you. Your legs began to shake, your back arching as you absentmindedly ground your hips against him. You were getting close, you could feel it. The feeling pooling in your core was familiar—you were getting close.
“Eren—Eren, I’m going to—”
You couldn’t finish your sentence, being interrupted by Eren pulling away and sitting up, “No, you aren’t.” 
Taking advantage of the temporary space between you, he ripped off his underwear and crawled back to you, situating himself in between your legs again with his cock sitting in between your thighs, “You’re not going to cum until I’m fucking you so deep that you can feel it in your stomach, got it?”
Tears formed in the corners of your eyes from being denied your orgasm, but you tried to ignore it. The sooner you could get him inside of you the better, and if you started crying that would undoubtedly get in the way. 
“Yes—yes, sir.” You nodded fiercely, wriggling your hips and trying to turn yourself over, just assuming that his preferred position was doggy style because that’s the position you were in before. To your surprise, he stopped you—a hand on your waist pushing you down so that you couldn’t move.
“Don’t move. I want to see your pretty face this time.”
Your face grew even hotter than it already was, feeling flustered at his compliment. When you nodded, he smiled at you, cupping your cheek again and leaning down to kiss you. He was trying so hard to be gentle, especially knowing that he struggled to be most of the time. You smiled back at him, putting your hand over his and lacing your fingers with his.
He kissed you again, again, and again, finally moving back and sitting up all the way, letting go of your hand. This time, he focused on getting inside of you, grabbing his length and moving it back to your pussy. It was a small struggle to get the tip lined up with your opening, but when he did, he pushed it in hastily. He ended up forcing more in than just the tip like he intended—another example of how rough he was without meaning to be—but you didn’t seem to mind, your head thrown back with your eyes squeezed shut, letting out an abundant amount of moans and whimpers into the palm of your hand.
You watched as he continued pushing into you, barely giving you any time to adjust. With how wet you were, it went in easily, allowing you to watch a bulge form in your lower stomach in real-time. For a moment, you thought you would pass out with him so deep inside of you, already so close to touching your cervix—but you managed to stay awake through heavy panting, allowing him to keep pushing deeper and deeper. 
What really sent you over the edge, though, spiraling into a mess of high-pitched whimpers, was when he pressed his palm against the bulge, stroking your pelvis and groaning at the feeling of his cock so deep inside of you. You managed to wrap your legs around him, locking him in place and pushing him closer to you—eliciting a long, drawn-out moan while you squeezed him so tightly that he thought he was going to cum right then. He struggled to pull himself out, wanting to stay buried in your warm pussy—but if he didn’t, he might finish a lot sooner than he intended to. As he did, making sure he left only the head inside, you let out a loud whine, begging for him to put it back in. 
With little warning, he thrust his hips into yours, pushing everything back inside of you swiftly. After that first thrust, he began to move more steadily, keeping his hand pressed to your lower abdomen to feel himself fucking into you. Your slew of moans every time he buried himself back to the hilt were like music to his ears, urging him to go faster—to fuck you until you were a crying, shaking mess, begging for him to pull out because you couldn’t take anymore.
“Feel good?” He asked.
Your response came out as a whine. 
“Use your words, bunny.”
“Yes—Yes, feels so good Eren!” You gasped, feeling your entire body shake as his cock stretched you out over and over.
He moved his hands, grabbing your waist and lifting it up with little effort—allowing him to get even deeper with the new angle. You grabbed onto the blankets underneath you, crying out his name and trying to move your body in sync with his, making your tits bounce as he picked up the pace. He managed to hook his hand underneath you, allowing him to continue holding you up while he used his other hand to rub your clit, sending a wave crashing over you as he repeatedly hit your cervix. The pain felt good—so good that you felt like you were going to melt as an orgasm ripped through your body, making you cry out for Eren while your legs spasmed. 
You weren’t given a chance to rest, Eren instead dropped you and leaned over your body, putting his face close to yours as he continued to pound into you. He licked the tears that fell from your eyes, grabbing one of your hands and pinning it next to your head with your fingers intertwined together.
“You’re so fucking pretty. So so pretty—and you’re all mine,” he leaned into you, groaning as he ignored how sore his legs felt in favor of fucking you faster, as fast as he could manage. You were forced to ride through your orgasm, being pushed to another one quickly with how tender you were now. You felt so full, like you were packed to the brim with his dick—everything felt so warm and satisfying. 
When you finally managed to open your eyes, you were met with Eren’s half-lidded, piercing green ones. Both of you were panting, sweaty, and sticky messes, but that didn’t stop you. You wanted more—and you both got it. Eren’s face was red, and you could tell that he was getting close—his thrusts were growing sloppier, more uneven—and you felt a knot forming at the base of his cock, just like you had the first time. You begged him to put it in you, spreading your legs as wide as you could without feeling like your tendons would tear, making it easier for him to hit just hard enough that the bump could slip into you too. 
With only a few more thrusts, his hips finally stuttered and snapped into yours one last time before his orgasm, his cock pulsating inside of you as he emptied his cum into you. 
Before he could stop himself, he was already stuttering out, “Tell me you’re mine. Tell me who owns you. Who do you belong to,” his judgment clouded by his arousal. 
“You, Eren! You, I belong to you!” You cried in response, your brain too filled with pleasure and longing to comprehend what you were actually saying.
He kept his hips grinding against yours, forcing himself to bear the overstimulation in favor of pushing you through the final release that you were begging for. Despite not being able to get any deeper than he was now, he continued to push, driving the head of his dick into your cervix again and again until your legs were shaking, wrapped tightly around his waist and holding him in place while you went through your climax.
After it was all over, he laid on you, head buried into your neck while you both panted and gasped, desperate for rest after expending so much energy. You used your free hand to lace your fingers in his hair, combing through it and comforting him after the taxing activity. His nose nuzzled against your neck, his breath tickling your throat and making you let out a small giggle—which made you smile. 
As your heats faded, he was able to pull himself out but stayed on top of you, cuddling into you and holding you tight. You pet his head, shutting your eyes and relaxing under him, welcoming the comforting heat he emitted. 
A couple of minutes passed, allowing both of you to catch your breath and unwind—and while doing so, the sticky mess in between your legs became more and more noticeable, but you were trying to ignore it in favor of staying cuddled up to him. Eren, however, had other plans; assuming that the abundance of cum spilled all over your thighs was uncomfortable for you, he got up to get something to clean you off with—much to your dismay. 
You whined for him to come back, but he blew you off with a chuckle and continued to search for a rag. He moved quickly, not wanting to make you wait any longer than you had to—wetting the rag, ringing it out, and returning to you in seconds. After wiping your legs down and chucking the cloth with all the other dirty clothes, he jumped back into bed and pulled you into him. You nestled against his chest, content with your position until you felt a hand on your stomach, stroking it up and down as gently as he could. 
“Do you think it worked?” Eren asked, sliding his hand over your tummy in slow circles. 
Biting your lip, you put your hand over his and responded with hesitance, “I forgot about that.”
You leaned into him more, shutting your eyes and letting a few tears slip down your cheeks. It was so easy to forget the reason you were here when you were intimate with him, and now it was biting you in the ass. There was very little chance that you would be able to make it out now, especially if you did end up pregnant. Even if you did, god knows what lengths he would go to to find you again. You were stuck.
Eren noticed your tears and immediately jumped into action, wrapping his arms around you and petting your head. He cooed sweet words and meaningless reassurances, managing to calm you with little effort.
You wanted to hate him. You really did—but physically, you just couldn’t. All because of a stupid bite mark. At least, that’s what he says is the cause.
It hurt. It truly hurt, but there was nothing you could do about it now. You were stuck; like a rabbit caught in the jaws of a wolf—you were helpless. You would never see your family or friends again—at least not anytime soon. All you could do was learn to accept it, or at least pretend to. 
So that's what you did, curling up into Eren and wrapping your arms around him as he covered you both with a blanket, squeezing your eyes shut while you tried to sleep. He held you there, relaxing with your presence.
“I love you, bunny.”
“I love you too, Eren.”
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pairing: s4 eren x fem!reader word count: 2.5k warnings + tags: general yandere and obsessive themes, unhealthy relationships, one-sided pining, childhood friends, p*rn w/ plot, non-con, manipulation, guilt-tripping, loss of virginity, forced fingering, forced f oral sex, vaginal sex, bounded hands (kinda), panty-gag, praise & degradation, slight edging, spitting, hair-pulling, forced cheating, all characters are 18+ synopsis: ignoring the romantic feelings of the man you thought was your beloved childhood best friend was never your intention, but you should have given eren a shot. maybe then you wouldn't be begging for forgiveness underneath the star-filled sky. a/n: continuation of boundless, as requested by many anons hehe so this is just straight up smut, mostly cause i'm still practicing how to write it. no i will not write a third part of this little series but i will accept asks about it just like any other fic i've written. i also reached over 500 likes since the start of this blog and i wanna thank y'all sm for the support!! i really didn't expect this much love towards my silly writing and i'm really grateful to be able to share a small piece of what i like to do. have fun with the read! i would love some feedback on the smut and how to improve it cause i feel like it's not up to par 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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A good god would never hurt their creations.
A good god would never bestow pain, sickness, or selfishness within their creations.
A good god would be morally just.
If there was a god here, they wouldn't have created this hellhole called Paradis. If there was one, what a cruel and merciless creator they'd be for letting thousands upon thousands of cannibalistic monsters live across the land.
No amount of written literature or street-wide sermons could convince you that any sort of higher being would create this generational agony out of the kindness of their heart. What was the lesson that humanity needed to learn? Why create this animosity towards the beings that you supposedly love?
You believed in no god. No merciful god was able to exist on this forsaken island.
Yet as Eren pressed the pads of his fingertips against the nub of your clit, the pleading incantations for something or someone — anyone — could not cease from spilling out from behind the cloth.
He sighed in annoyance but still rubbed it in slow circles. "I'd love to hear your voice but you know the rules up here. You don't want to get in trouble do you?"
The amount of pressure around your wrists tightened to the point that you thought he was going to break them, hot tears spilling out of your cheeks. To the best of your ability, you tried relaxing but your legs tensed and squeezed around Eren's waist as he began to pick up the pacing. You wanted to believe that he wouldn't hurt you, the dearest boy that you've loved ever since the two of you were little.
"Good girl." He quietly praised under his breath and you couldn't help but feel your heart ignorantly skip from those simple words, parts of his now-long brown hair falling over his eyes as he focused on your lower half.
His eyes had always reminded you of a clear morning sky, bright and confidently focused on the future ahead of him. You've adored those turquoise-blue eyes of his for years, admiration running through your veins whenever you shared a look with him. Now as you were able to catch a glance of them as he played with your now-throbbing clit, only dread crawled up your spine.
He was unrecognizable, a build-up of years of pain and resentment rippling off in a dark stormy sky. This was someone who simply existed to get revenge, tearing through everything to get what he wanted in the end.
This man wasn't your best friend. This man was not your Eren. This was no longer the boy that you playfully chased after over hills and through alleys. Whoever this was on top of you is a stranger.
A monster.
A demon.
He began to dip two of his fingers into your hole, a small shudder of breath escaping you as he slowly pushed one of his digits in. "Fuck, you're tight. That asshole doesn't know what the hell he's doing with you."
It hurt, the stretch from only two of his lithe fingers was foreign to your body. The sound of them going in and out with the slightest sounds of squelching made you cringe internally.
Your boyfriend never touched you once, both you and him promised to save each other until marriage. The idea gave you comfort at the time that no matter what, this fight will be worth it in the end. Since the Titans started to slowly thin out, the chance of finally starting a family with him became even more likely. It seemed that the world thought otherwise, digging its claws deep within your flesh. You shook your head towards Eren, who raised a confused eyebrow before grinning ear-to-ear.
"Don't tell me he never touched you?" He let go of your wrists and the warmth of his hand left from between your thighs. You thought he was letting you go scot-free. The two of you would just forget this night ever happened and go back to pretending that you were the best of friends. Unfortunately, you thought wrong.
Once Eren got an idea in his head, it was difficult to convince him otherwise.
He suddenly grabbed your waist, pulling your lower body close to his face, your legs dangling on-top of his shoulders. His arms tightly wrapped around your stomach and held you upside down, blood rushing to your head. You struggled around for a little bit, confusion and terror melding into your expression before he pressed his mouth against your hardened clit and sucked.
"He's missing out then." He groaned and the vibrations shot through your body, hands gripping at the blanket underneath you. Like a starved man, he lapped up your fluids like it was going to be his last meal. You felt dizzy, from the position you were in and how feverishly focused he was as he continued to lick your folds. A muffled whine came out of your mouth as his tongue started to tease around your slick opening, your head shaking back and forth as you stared at him with scared eyes.
Eren ignored you, squeezing your body even closer to his, tongue now slipping in. He started to hold you with one arm and reached over to play with your clit as he prodded the muscle in you, your legs squeezing around his head. You tried to ignore the pulse in your core when you felt him press against your back, the tears coming back in full force. Never in years have you felt this powerless, especially when it was coming from the very person that you've always looked highly upon.
You felt disgusted as his saliva intertwined with your slick began to drip down your pussy, the flesh becoming glistened in the moonlight. Feeling his fingers soon dip in along with his tongue had you loudly exhale into the gag, your legs shaking as the tips of his fingers brushed against a particular spot with you. He kept poking and prodding till you could feel a heavy pressure build up in the pit of your stomach, an exploding desire to finally release something in your body had your eyes tightly closed shut.
You tried imagining the man that was enjoying you was your boyfriend, that this was your honeymoon and that he was the one that was pleasing you. Yet your body and mind refused to think picture him. The hands and fingers that touched you was far too calloused to be his. The hair that brushed against your inner thighs was too long. The body against yours was more muscular than his.
No matter what you tried to deny, this was Eren. Completely and wholly Eren.
A throaty groan made your whole body tense up and your eyes shoot back open. Eren finally pulled away from your lower half, his eyes half-lidded and dazed with lust. You were in a haze, confused and partially irritated that the pleasure was suddenly stopped, leaving you horridly unsatisfied. His mouth was covered with your fluids and you watched him run a tongue over his lips, a grin forming as he knew what you were thinking.
"I wanna feel you cum on my mouth another time. If I waited any longer, I would've came in my pants." He teased, letting you finally rest flat back on the blanket. You heard the click of his belt and the shuffle of his pants being pulled down, his lower half settling back in-between you.
"Watch me put it in." You shook your head in refusal and closed your eyes once more, but he didn't take that response well from the way he grabbed the top of your head and pulled at the hair roughly for you to look down.
"I said watch." He bore his teeth at you as tears formed in the corners of your eyes, the pain making you open them back up. You wished that you kept them closed, your breaths beginning to quicken as you realized his cockhead was getting close to your entrance.
It was a pretty cock, not too girthy nor was it too short. The tip was flushed a soft pink from what you could see in the moonlight, already dripping and glossy with precum. Tufts of dark brown hair trailed down towards the base of it and there was a shadow of a protruding vein that you were able to see on the side of his shaft.
Eren used his other hand to align himself to your hole, and you begrudgingly watched and felt him slowly sheath himself into your pussy. Agony was the first sensation that shot through your body, hands twisting the filthy sheet underneath you. The stretch burned your core and you painfully whined against the gag.
"Fuck — fuckkk — you're so warm and tight." He moaned as he released his hand from your hair. You felt grateful that he hadn't made any sudden movements, letting you at least adjust to the insertion. Perhaps there was still some form of compassion in the man you knew.
His hands went to your hips, gripping and kneading around the fat. You could feel him shaking, his cock twitching against your walls. Eren was never good at restraining himself and it showed, a muffled cry slipping out of you as he began to thrust without warning. You watched as his dick rhythmically slid in and out of you, splitting you in two.
"You're fucking mine, you hear me?" He hissed as he continued to rapidly plunge into your slopping cunt. You let out a muted cry as the palm of his hand made contact against the side of your ass, a stinging pain forming. "From the moment we were kids to now, you were and have always been mine."
He was relentless as he pounded into your pussy, every thrust caused sharp but muffled moans into the gag. You wanted to fight back but when you looked back into his eyes, your heart sank down to the pit of your stomach.
Desperation.
The most recognizable expression you've witnessed on others on numerous occasions. He fucked you like it was the last thing he'd ever get to do, as if this was a necessity. The tormented expression in his face, the way he bit down on his lip and dug his nails into your hips. No doubt he felt guilty for taking you like this, it was like he had no other option left.
His fingers reached over in between your lips and ripped out your spit-soaked panty, tossing it to the side. You took in heavy gulps of fresh air before he pressed his lips against yours, sloppily rubbing his tongue against yours. It was like he was trying to devour you whole, almost taking the air away from your lungs.
Eren pulled away with a pant, letting you moan out to the world without any more obstruction. "You're a cruel bitch, ignoring my feelings for years like this. Running to some bastard that'll never understand you."
His hips started to slam angrily against yours and reflectively, you wrapped your legs around his waist tightly. You could feel the tip of his cock nudging and poking against your cervix, whines slipping out of your lips as he continued to push his dick against it.
"E-eren, I'm s-sorry." You begged, tears pricking at the edges of your eyes, hoping that he'd ease up on your poor hole. You heard him breathily scoff at your weak apology.
"Yeah? You're sorry?" He half-heartedly laughed and put one of his hands under your jaw, squeezing your cheeks together. "If you're really sorry, open your mouth for me then slut."
You hesitantly obeyed, confused with his request but at least he stopped thrusting so violently. He grinned cockily and spat on your tongue, your face contorting to a grimace as you felt the warm and thick liquid rest on the surface. You wanted to spit it out, almost gagging as it was nearly sliding down your throat but Eren stopped you from turning your head to eject it out.
"Swallow it." He absolutely lost his mind if he thought you were going to do that. You glared at him but he simply smiled smugly, running his fingers through your hair, lightly tugging at the strands.
"Swallow it and I won't cum in you." The second he said that, your blood ran cold, eyes widening in fear. He can't be serious, can he? This was Eren you were talking about, of course he'd be serious.
You hated this, you hated how it felt like you knew him but at the same time, knew nothing about him at all.
With one swift motion, you swallowed and started coughing, trying not to throw up the dinner you had nearly an hour ago. He pried open your mouth with his fingers, checking as if you really did do it and kissed you once more after he finished his inspection.
"Good, you're doing so good." He whispered into your ear as he rolled his hips, plunging you once more with his cock. You unintentionally squeezed him as he angled himself more to hit a spongy spot within your cunt, a dragged out moan coming out as the tip rubbed it.
"You like that, you whore?" You nodded wordlessly as you rolled your head back, pleasure swimming in your muddled brain. You could feel his fingers slip in-between your drenched pussy, curling against your throbbing clit.
"Ha— What would your boyfriend think? His so-called innocent girlfriend being a filthy cock-slut for her best friend." He teased as he rolled his fingertips around the nub, your core clenching around him. You wanted to tell him off — to stop mentioning your boyfriend — but you were so close to that release from earlier that you couldn't focus on what he was saying about him.
You could feel Eren start to speed up, his thrusts becoming more deeper and erratic, his fingers moving faster and faster against your clit until you couldn't hold it in anymore. You could barely hear him tell you that you can do it, that he was almost there too. Your walls gripped around his moving cock and your vision went white, every single muscle in your body became pulled taut as you finally came.
He didn't stop throughout your orgasm, letting out a broken cry as he finally stopped moving. You felt nothing until he sat up and pulled away from your body, whining quietly as he slipped his now-soft cock out of your still-sensitive pussy. With that, you could feel a warm liquid spill out of your hole.
"You p-promised." You sobbed out in a whisper and he silently stroked the side of your face.
"I didn't promise you anything, but I meant what I said earlier. I love you, I won't let anyone or anything take you away from me. Not even fate will tear us apart." Eren laid next to you, your bodies sweaty and sticky. You couldn't stop crying, letting the tears fall down your face as you stared up at the night sky with him.
"I'll take care of you, okay? You won't need anyone else but me from now on." His calloused hand took in yours, interlocking his fingers with yours and holding it firmly.
"Me, you, and our baby. That's all that matters in the world." You couldn't help but cry aloud at that.
If there was a god, good or bad, may they never let this child live through this hell.
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thecuriousquest · 28 days
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A hill I will die on: Yanderes with ideals of freedom are the most dangerous types. I say this because they go from being their regular selves where they say that freedom is the most important thing to killing everyone in their way and saying that they deserve to freely be with you.
Eren Jeager & Tengen Uzui
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lesinquietes · 3 months
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I just love the idea of Eren slowly manipulating you into believing in him, and sticking strong by his side, and serving your purpose as his little sex toy ❤️ who else provides stress relief like you do? You’re so obedient and willing to give him precisely what he wants. He doesn’t regret grooming you at all. His guilty conscience dissolved the second he saw how enthusiastic you were to suck him off after he came back from Marley, cute little ass poking up in your deep blue thong. He missed you while he was gone. He’s glad you came around in his absence, devoting yourself to him in all your entirety; he’ll have to thank his minions for positioning your mind with his ideologies, priming you for his return.
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lovedeathalice · 1 year
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eren making his servant bathe him and then him just putting her in the bathtub and fucking her in the bathtub himself
God Eren would be that teasing asshole who abuses his power relentlessly.
Imagine you're washing his back, all ripped and sculpted from training and littered with battle scars.
Then he just turns around & shoots a hand out and grabs you, submerging you in the big tub and soaking you and your servant clothes.
He tears those thin scraggly robes off your body and just starts pounding the fuck out of your cunt.
Few rounds later and you're just passed out naked on his bed, while that smug asshole sips wine from a gilded goblet, running his fingertips along your smooth, bare back.
Man, he sure loves his cute little servant. Who knows, maybe soon, you won't be a servant any longer.......
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yoru-no-seiiki · 5 months
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Ur like one of my fav authors now because u get the potential of Canon Eren. Like I don’t like reading most Eren fanfics because they are all modern au like please begging for more canon fics need them links fr
Fr! I have a fic that revolves around what I would think Yandere! Canon Eren would be like actually. Now that the anime is finally getting finished I can work on it some more.
Cause like he has so much fucking potential. Dude knows the past and future. He’s in the middle of a fucking war and battle against his people and those that oppressed them
but what he wants the most is to create a world where the two of you are at peace and free.
Getchu a better Yandere than that
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lazywriters-blog · 2 years
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CRUSH-KILL
YANDERE EREN JEAGER
Warning: Mentions of suicide, suicidal and unhinged yandere, forced marriage? May contain triggering content, homicide. [MODERN AU] What's this version of eren called again? Himbo?
Summary: Her crush certainly didn't harbour the most good of feelings towards her.
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Her crush no longer appeared the same.
Back in high school, things were simpler. She had been a witness to many happenings, many conflicts, many ups and downs, but the boy she was attentively eyeing seemed to have gotten the harsher end. He had shrunk inward from whatever nagged him, brown hairs longer than she remembered peaking out his cap, energy and eagerness drained from his green eye.
She had to wonder, what went wrong?
He turned towards her, and they met eyes for a brief moment before she pushed herself to the other side of the mall, hurrying over with a racing heart. Playing pretend as she inspected the kitchenware to oust the brunette's gaze still lingering around her.
She had no guts to even look at him.
Terrifying herself when she overturned her heel to catch sight of him a few shelves away from her, the black hoodie concealing away his facial contour. She had to leave. Whatever embarrassment she had endured was far enough for a day, putting down the yellow cup and jogging down to the check-out counter, she quietly stood in line.
Nervously glancing around as the cashier scanned the products, slightly curling within herself when he walked out of the kitchen section and straight towards her. She gulped, trying to think best and soundly in her excessive unease. He stopped close to her, a strong smell of cologne plaguing her senses, she wordlessly urged everything to finish soon.
Despite being well past her youth days, she's still somewhat of a clumsy and prudent gal, however, something was different about the feeling blooming within her chest, a tang of dread, a pinch of adrenaline, and a bitterness of fear. Mistakes were made and she almost ignored the cashier telling her to pay, she felt warm upon that realisation, she had to quickly gather her purchases and speedwalk out of the mall.
When she's safe inside her car, she remains still for a moment, lost in thoughts of her long-lost crush, concluding that perhaps the rumours around her school during his sudden withdrawal, she had heard he had been caught doing drugs, she doesn't know how ethical that info was, unfortunately, after seeing him, she might have believed it.
As sad as it was, she shouldn't be ignorant.
She started the engine and drove her way home in eerie silence. Abandoning the memories of the past till the time came to reminisce.
She had reached home an hour ago, begrudgingly washing the last of her dishes and preparing a hasty meal, items she brought from the store sat atop her dining table, a constant eye-catching colour to her beige and orange living room, her house was amicable, pondering the last time she had guests.
And seemingly, her wish was answered.
She glanced to the entrance, the doorbell only rang once and she got up leaving the dirty plates in the sink and quickly running to see who she had kept waiting for a minute.
Their eyes met, and she is stunned for a moment, his brown hair wasn't bundled in his hood and she noticed his left eye, cleanly wrapped in bandages. She hadn't suitably seen it before.
"Oh-... Hello eren." She probably looked like a fish out of water staring at him, because what were the chances he'd come to visit her on the same day they barely met?
"Hey..." He replied, she could almost distinguish how different it sounded now, sapped of enthusiasm, deeper and Huskier, and something seemed a little amiss.
"Um... Please come in." Snapping herself out of her daze and a gut-wrenching feeling of dread she briefly stepped aside, watching the man enter and wait for her to accompany him inside. She smiled, gesturing for him to sit down while she positioned herself a few distances away from him.
"Can I get you something?" She softly asked, and he looked up, and down again once he saw her expression, "... Water is fine." He said. She rushed ahead to see things done.
As she settled down the clear glass on the table in front of him, she observed how he stared at it in earnest, not inclined to bend towards it yet. He rotated his face to hers, and she vividly sees the dullness evading the boy on who she had grown a tiny crush. A crush that came with an expiry date.
"You have a nice place..." He wondered out loud, maintaining the indifferent tone in his voice and face, despite the obvious signs that something wasn't right with him she smiled, "thank you."
"Do you live alone?" He asked, she paused, swiftly replying with a "no." She had lied.
"Who do you live with?" He asked again. This time, she shortly answered, "with my parents. They just left a moment ago, you barely missed them." She responded and he didn't pry anymore, his grown hair covering the sides of his face as he slightly leaned forward and lowered his head.
"When will they come back?" He suddenly inquired after silence had passed, they both maintained eye contact as she opened her lips, "shouldn't take too long, did you want to talk with them?" She interrogated, eyeing him curiously, he shook his head, "no... Would have been nice to see them." He shrugged, gazing down at the concealed floorboards, donning a frown and permitting the tension to swallow them whole.
"I see..."
"How is Mikasa?" She added soon after recalling the black-haired girl who followed him around like a second shadow, "she's... Alright, I guess."
It was brief but the frown on his lips grew tighter and his grip around his hand forged crevices in his skin.
"That's good to hear. I'm kinda surprised she didn't come with you. You two were inseparable and Armin too " she grinned remembering bittersweet memories, she stole a peek at the silenced man and found him stiff and reticent to reciprocate her sentiment.
"I haven't been in touch with them for a while so... I don't know." He answered, and she nodded, not daring to press him for a proper response.
"I just got discharged from a mental hospital." He quietly begins, slowly pulling his gaze up from his shoe and looking at her.
"I'm glad to see you are doing well now." She reassured with polite eyes, figuring it was too soon to put pressure on an open wound. He didn't seem to react, his facial features remained intact. Not a single muscle moved.
To place her gaze elsewhere, she anxiously darted her attention to the ticking clock on the wall.
"It's almost time for dinner, would you like to have some with me?" She implored, hoping she didn't come across as mean by changing the topic she had avoided discussing or interfering with.
He didn't say anything. Simply stared at the wall in front of him with disturbed eyes, drawing in shallow breaths and dismissing her query in favour of an unquiet notion.
"I killed someone." He released his breath, facing her slowly and carefully, drinking in the smallest shift manifesting on her face, her mind still comprehending the abrupt and cold realisation of what he had just disclosed.
"Who... Who did you kill?" She nervously raised a question, peering up at the man, her shoulders closing in to protect her from harm subconsciously.
He didn't say anything.
Her heartbeat paced up and she held in her breath, unable to bring her frightened eyes away from him.
"Eren... You are scaring me, what's going on?" She muttered, ready to bolt and hide if things come to it.
"I'm sorry." He spoke, the hand he had placed inside the pockets of his hood mere moments ago withdrew a box cutter, instantly spelling out danger. She rushed out the hall, ignoring the man charging at her from behind until he slammed her to the ground and resisted most of her squirms and struggles.
Dragging her arm back, he placed his knee on them, his hand reaching inside his pocket to fish out another item. Forcing the cloth in-between her mouth, his stomach churning at the sight of her tears, he immediately picked her up, along with more squabbles and heartbreak, he stopped in front of her room and walked straight in, tossing her on the bed while he retraced his steps back to lock the door.
She, on the other hand, attempted to race towards the window, wanting to escape far more than trying to take off her restraint. He was impressed.
However, she was easier to heave back after he had gotten a strong hold on her waist, he resettled her down on the mattress, keeping a threatening grasp on her thigh while he darkly gazed into her eyes, "shh." He whispered, enjoying the subtle way she grew docile and aware, he added, "I know this might not have been how you imagined it but, this was all I could think of." He softly grumbled, gently caressing her fingers with his other hand.
"I'm going to die soon." He confessed, resting his head on her lap as he chokes in a breath, "I don't want to be by myself." He uttered, "I want to marry you."
He closed the gap between them, admiring her teary eyes and red nose, he near her lips, and she denies him any closure, turning her head to the right and refusing to make eye contact. He laughed in glum and looked down as he clutches her shoulder.
"I should make you my bride first... Right?" He mumbled, and soon, he unhurriedly took out a ring. Grabbing her hand and wordlessly idolizing how good it would look on her finger. He grinned, sliding the ring on her index finger and stopping for a moment to laugh and stroke her skin, "now, we're officially husband and wife, right?" He whimpered, moving in close and grabbing her neck in case she changed course at the last second.
And finally, their lips connected, hers was tense and stiff and all he wanted was to open her lips and share a passionate kiss. This was all he wanted.
As she was busy refuting him, his hand plucked back the box cutter he had purchased from the store and fixed it against the tender surface of her neck, she gasped. Felt the blade dig into her skin, and somehow she knew.
She wasn't going to make it alive.
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shumidehiro · 22 days
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His Legacy
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My very first AOT fic lol. Keep in mind, I haven’t watched it properly (because I don’t want to get depressed), aside from reading some spoilers, wiki, and fanfics.
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“Eren, the reason why you impregnated me is because you want our child to inherit your Titan powers, isn’t it?”
The said man merely spared you a glance as the silence continued, neither awkward nor tensed. Before you, a carpet of tall grass and trees stretched far and wide. The sun slowly descended in the horizon, bathing the whole farmland in a warm golden glow. It was the kind of peaceful and picturesque scene you’d imagined after you retired and settled down.
The kind of peaceful and picturesque scene you’d told Eren once in a joking way, not knowing that he’d grant it so forcibly. So abruptly.
“No, not really.”
You frowned.
“What do you mean?”
“Exactly what I meant.”
A disgruntled grunt tickled your throat.
“Am I supposed to believe that you did this because, what, you wanted to have a child with me or something?”
“Is that so hard to believe?”
You scowled at him.
“Eren, we’re in the middle of a war! And you’re about to… to… do the Rumbling!”
“Exactly.”
“It’s not funny, Eren. If you die, who’s going to help me raise the baby?”
Eren sighed, “Even if I die, it doesn’t mean the whole Yeagerists will too. Just relax. I’ve got everything under control.”
“That’s easy for you to say!” you snapped. “You’re not the one who’s pregnant here!”
“I know. But trust me, you won’t be alone in raising the baby.”
And that was it. He didn’t even bother to comfort you by saying that he’d survive and whatnot, just a guarantee that you’d have assistance in the future. It was a purely practical solution that satisfied your soldier side, not your hormonal side.
You leaned against the porch column and looked down sadly, holding your bulging stomach.
“Can you just not do it?”
Despite the vagueness of the question, Eren seemed to understand what you meant because he soon frowned resolutely yet solemnly.
“I told you I can’t.”
“Why don’t you just ask Ymir to take back all the Titans?”
“I wish it was that easy.” said he, eyes softening slightly. “You know it won’t stop Marley from attacking us. In fact, it might even cause us to become easier targets. And other countries will find a way to hate us, regardless.”
The afternoon breeze swayed the grass, filling the momentary silence between you both. Eren tucked the loose strands from the bun behind his ear.
“Does that mean this might be our last meeting?”
Eren glanced at you and pulled you into a hug wordlessly.
It was true; he did want to build a legacy with you, even if it was understandably hard to believe. But, unbeknownst to you, he also wanted to leave a proof to other men that he’d marked you.
And what better way to do it than a child?
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𝓜𝓸𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓷 𝓐𝓾 𝓨𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓔𝓻𝓮𝓷 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓷𝓸𝓷’𝓼
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Trigger warning: Murder, Violence, Tragic Death, Slight Gore, Blood, Cursing, Bullying, Suicidal Thoughts, Promotion of Suicide from a Bully, Corrupt Cop. Please correct me if I'm missing any. 
Contents: It’s a head cannon with a little story at the end. This is how I think Modern Au Yandere Eren would be I haven't proof read… (;゙゚'ω゚')
18 + only! MDNI
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𝓔𝓻𝓮𝓷’𝓼 𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵 𝓐𝓯𝓯𝓪𝓲𝓻’𝓼
❥ Eren isn’t in any college clubs, and tends to be anti-social. Although he has some friends from middle school but they aren’t as close as they used to be since Eren grew into his own person. His friend and him had a huge falling out when his father died and despite making up they have grown even more distant since he became obsessed with you but, they don’t know that you are the reason; they speculate however, that you could be involved due to the uncharacteristic wavering of his eyes when you’re around.
❥ He’s snarky. He genuinely wakes up on the wrong side of the bed every morning and rolls with it.
❥ He’s pretty much silent unless someone gives him shit, then he’ll make a sarcastic remark or be snippy; he’ll even leave if it’s too much. If that doesn’t work or he can’t leaver, he’s not afraid to intimidate the living shit outta the person pestering him. He doesn’t care about what they say or think, he’s busy working on getting his life together to best take care of you. Because you will end up together and all of life’s struggles will melt away in your union.
❥ He likes music so he learned how to play the guitar. He’s pretty good at it. 90% chance if you have a favorite song, he already knows how to play it.
❥ Despite his appearance fitting the stereotype of ‘energy drink fanatic’ he actually likes coffee. When I write coffee I don’t mean a Dutch bros picture perfect or a caramel frappuccino from Starbucks—he likes straight from the press, dark ass coffee. He’s not addicted or anything like that, he just prefers something bitter in the morning that won’t get him hopped up like an energy drink—not that he wouldn’t have one here or there. He just has a preference.
❥ He’s been trying to be more independent, doing things his mother used to do. He ended up learning how to cook Japanese Coquettes, but they don’t taste exactly like his mothers. However with a bit more practice he believes he’ll get the recipe just right. He has to eventually right? On that note, he’s the kind of Yandere to learn how to make the things you like without drawing to much attention to it. If you were to be over while not knowing of his Yandere tendencies and to question it, he’d respond in a slightly irritated voice saying—“I guess I’ve cooked a lot of things you’ve liked the past couple of days, how was I supposed to know you like those dishes too? You should just be grateful I’m feeding you, and quite your complaining. You have already complained enough for the both of us.”
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𝓐 𝓒𝓸𝓾𝓹𝓵𝓮 𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰’𝓼 𝓗𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮’𝓼
❥ Steve Lacy—Dark Red
❥ Arctic Monkeys—505
❥ Monkeygunk—The Less I Know The Better
❥ Soundgarden—Blackhole Sun
❥ The Neighborhood—Daddy Issues
❥ Radiohead—Creep
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𝓔𝓻𝓮𝓷’𝓼 𝓢𝓽𝔂𝓵𝓮
❥ Eren has black hair at mid length and it’s always half up with a man bun which is probably the only cute thing about him. He tends to wear darker colors like black, navy, forrest green and so on. He is unintentionally bordering on E-boy attire 99% of the time but his outfit is always a little bit simpler then the light tones and patterns that come with being an E-Boy. However he isn’t found without a pair of dark jeans and a pop of jewelry on his fits.
❥ He has a couple piercing not because he thinks he’s hot shit; he’s gott’em because he is hot shit. He has one on his right eyebrow, a Nose ring on his left nostril, Snake bite piercing’s—which he often puts in two silver rings; also, both of his ears have a double helix piercing, a conch piercing and a basic lobe piercing.
❥ He hasn’t yet—but he has been deeply contemplating getting something on his upper left shoulder. Also he’s the kind of Yandere to get a tattoo of your name or birthday on him after you’ve been dating a while.
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𝓨𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓣𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓲𝓮’𝓼
❥ Eren is an extremely intimidating Yandere. He doesn’t necessarily have the best reputation since his falling out with his friends. They’ve reconciled a bit—or so you’ve heard through the grape vine but over all he’s still alone most of the time. Now that you’re both in college, the amount of people who know about the event are diluted but apparently he was very aggressive. However it’s hard not to be graceful with him because ultimately his mothers death could have impacted him back then in that moment when his father was sick—most people decided to forgive but not forget…as if they had any business mingling in it.
❥ When people act poorly to you, he just observers, watching everything unfold with attention to detail. Part of him likes watching you suffer just a bit; despite that sadistic desire, the other part of him will waste no time in correcting the offenders behavior. Only when its the right time and place a place where no one can hear them beg for help. He really does see his own characteristics in you when you suffer, because struggle brings out the best in you.
❥ He doesn’t mind if you catch him staring, he is one of those Yandere’s who will stare a moment longer then necessary before looking away. He honestly doesn’t care if you know he has his eye on you. His gaze sometimes makes you wonder what you did to get the attention of the schools most intimidating loner—we’re you gonna get it like some of the other kids? That’s what you thought at first at least, until you realized the people picking on you were starting to apologize left and right—you started to look at him first, rather then him initiating it. The silent acknowledgment between you two only grew longer with every passing day as you tried to read the other mind.
❥ At first he doesn’t make his feelings for you obvious at all. When you’d think of Eren, the majority of your thoughts were, ‘he always just happens to be near when something happens…but he never does anything…he’s just there.’ At first Eren uses this approach because he doesn’t want you to see him as confrontational because of his past and the rumors surrounding him. However when your bullies and aggravating classmates started apologizing, you knew something was up and that there was only one other person who was connected to each and every single event that someone apologized for. That’s when he started to be a little more obvious about his presence because he realized you found a strange sense of safety when he was near, as if no one would test you because they knew what he’d done to the people who had before.
❥ Eren doesn’t kill. Or rather he hasn’t killed a lot. He doesn’t really need to, so why would he? He can just beat the living crap outta his rivals or scare them off. If he ever were to kill someone it would be because they wouldn’t back off and he got carried away with the beating—but he wouldn’t feel bad about it. Some of his first killings though we're out of unchecked rage or unwanted impulses…He was pretty sloppy but he has a frien—somebody… on the force. Eren isn’t really capable of caring for Zeke as more then a tool.
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𝓔𝓻𝓮𝓷’𝓼 𝓔𝓷𝓭 𝓖𝓸𝓪𝓵’𝓼
❥ He wants to be your forever partner, buy a house, maybe get married. He doesn’t really have any strong ambitions other then keeping you around and finding happiness. He really thinks you’re the one who will end all of his suffering—he knows you are. You’ve already given him enough hope to keep living, he could wait to see what more was to come.
❥ If you wanted kids he’d be happy to have some, the more of you there are the better his life is. However, he isn’t exactly aspiring to be a father, he just knows if that’s something you want, he is willing to take on that role and appease you.
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𝓔𝓻𝓮𝓷’𝓼 𝓟𝓪𝓼𝓽
❥ When Eren was younger he was a much happier kid. He was polite, ambitious and always trying to see the good in things. However when his mom died in a massive 15 car pile up his father caused, he became much crueler.
❥ Mikasa and Armin were there to help him through it but Eren was not respective. Eren was so upset with his father who had sustained severe injuries and was on life support, that according to rumor, he wished his dad death; quite vividly. He was so belligerent in his sentiment that Mikasa and Armin couldn’t even get him out of the room without security. Erens father died a couple minutes after, due to the rarity of his life support machine having technical difficulties. The sick rumor people liked to spread was that Eren “pulled the plug” but no one could prove anything like that. Even if they were probably right, they shouldn’t have said it.
❥ After the loss of both of his parents, Eren was taken in by his long lost half brother Zeke. While living with Zeke, Eren learned so much about his father and his hatred continued to boil. The home environment wasn’t the slitest bit helpful in aiding Eren through his loss and because of this Eren started to become more confrontational. Eren started to learn from Zeke the futility of mingling in life.
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𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓓𝓪𝔂 𝓗𝓮 𝓜𝓮𝓽 𝓨𝓸𝓾
After a particularly long day beating up annoying assholes who ran their mouths and dared to bring up his mother, Eren found himself on his high schools roof top. Somehow he had gotten on the other side of the fence, sitting in pure disarray.
‘Was this truly living?’ He’d though to himself analytically. ‘Was the purpose of life to never be happy? What even was happy to him? What could he possibly take away from this life?’ With every step he found himself hyper-fixating on some aspect of the ground below. At first he was playing a little game with himself, tossing rocks from the gardening clubs rooftop flower beds up above onto certain spots below. But he grew distracted by things like a butterfly was drinking from a freshly bloomed bud, he also happened to notice a bit of dirt was dusted on the pavement—he wondered if he landed about a half inch in front of it maybe the wind from the collision could brush it back into place. Maybe the forensic crime scene cleaner would rinse it off with his blood…
“Hey!” A furious voice taints his train of thought.
Great another cringy highschool drama, where could he find a mute button for obnoxious people like this. Ugh, her voice wasn’t making painting the pavement any less tempting.
“Stop her!” The same person as before screatches as two other chicks grab a blur of white who was unintentionally rushing straight into the trap. There was a loud pounding sound as the lone girl hit the other two with a great deal of force, the unsuspecting victim whining weakly in her defeat…
Her voice was so alluring to him…not that he payed to much mind to it. Not intentionally anyway. Couldn’t he just call it how it was without being to attached? Besides a voice as pleasant as forks scratching plates was quick to over power it.
“Did you honestly think we’d let you off the hook? How fucking stupid are you? Even if you ran all the way home, you know we’d just drop by.” At this point, despite Erens distance he noticed the way her skin was littered with bruises and drops of crimson. The source, the corners of her mouth…just how long had she been trying to out run this beating anyway? Clearly she wasn’t doing a good job of avoiding it…
“I doubt you could find where I live, you’re so stupid deciphering left and right is a daily struggle. I don’t even know how you get to scho—“ A kick hits the girl straight in the stomach without any mercy, a pathetic curse fumbling from her lips. “FuCk!”
Eren knew better then anyone else confronting your ass beater was the dumbest thing you could do, if someone would have mocked him, he woulda given ‘em a broken arm instantly. This bully was different then Eren though, he could tell they really got off on torturing their prey.
“You always have to run your mouth; you always have to be a pain in my ass. Well I have news for you (l/n), you aren’t shit, in fact I don’t know why the fuck you were born in the first place.” yep, they loved making her feel like she was nothing more then a worthless human being, as if they were any better or in a place to determine the value of life; the main one reminded him to much of his father. She disgusted him. “Probably so you could be a sore in everyone’s side, why don’t you just head on home and fuck the hell off into the next life…just like your daddy did.”
Well didn’t god have a sick sense of humor… it was clear they had struck a cord with their by the way her face scrunched up in disgust.
Maybe (l/n) or who ever the hell she was would understand exactly what Eren was thinking…how shitty all the people walking this earth truly were. How horrible this life was; how people like you and him were only here to suffer and then die. There was no point in continuing this pathetic facade that the world was full of amazing people and that there was some bullshit fools gold at the end of the rainbow—
“You wish.” Her voice pierces through the roaring silence of Eren’s mind. “If you think I’m so weak that I’m going to off myself over your stupid opinion and perception of me then your a couple cents short of a dollar. Give me all you’ve got, I’m not going anywhere.” By the time she’d finished her voice grew powerful, which intrigued Eren…he was intrigued despite the way she was quickly decked in the face.
Why was this girl so passionate about living in a world that was full of people like the ones throwing hands at her? What could she possibly know that he didn’t. As she became weaker by the secound Eren found himself chucking a pebble towards the main bully. Like a bullet the little pebble soared through the air.
“What the fuck! WHAT THE FUCK!” One of the girls screamed pulling away from the scene and analyzing what just happened. A shade of rich vermillion pouring out onto the concrete as a thud resounded. The pebble had hit a little harder then intended, leaving a hole in the bullies head. Eren was quick to hop the fence, it wasn’t like they could really see him up there or that they had even thought to look but, he found it best not to be at the scene of his own crime, Not that he had any remorse for what he’d done; in fact he was much more interested in this (l/n), chick…
When officers Zeke Yeager arrived at the scene he wrote it off as an accident, one of the pebbles must have fallen and happened to land right in-between the girls head—how strange. He sure seemed to keep running into little unfortunate coincidences here and there…at least ever since he became involved with his half brother. Although it didn’t bother him, it wasn’t something he wasn’t a-custom too, there just needed to be a chat about the consistency of said accidents perhaps…
After that, Eren was the Elmers to your Glue. Not that you knew he was your second shadow, you were not-so-blissfully unaware, considering you watched a girl's brains spill out of her skull. Talk about sick karma, telling a girl to end her life and then your own life coming to such a sick end…ugh you couldn't eat without needing to upchuck for a week. It truly became a struggle to get back to neutral…honestly you never fully did.
Either way Eren was there, and everyday you reminded him of himself before his mother passing. As if despite what ever event you experienced in your life, you kept your perseverance for finding happiness. You kept your hopes up that one day all of the suffering could come to an end…You gave Eren hope. You gave Eden someone to root for…You were the only person he's rooted for since his mother's past. And with every passing day Erens infatuation for you grew more and more developing into something he'd never felt before, something he couldn't label…
All he knew that you were the only thing binding him to this earth…You were his one and only ambition, and he would one day join you in ending all the pain and suffering life brought. That you and him would find sanctuary in each other...
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Mental Hospital AU! Yandere! Attack on Titan x Female Reader
Chapter 4- Break Time!
Y/N made her way to the lounge room where she saw Ymir, Krista and Sasha waiting for her and talking amongst each other.
After sitting down they began talking about the crazy encounters of their patients and how some were nice and some were bad.
Y/N talked about Eren pushing away others except for his close friends and family, whilst Armin could be scary yet innocent and how Levi was just as Sasha described.
Ymir talked about the foreign patients in her Ward and how much of a pain they were even though it was her first day.
Krista explained the different children she met and how she felt bad about their current state. in the meantime Sasha just munched on her food.
“It’s honestly awful! Those kids are locked up because of past trauma and are seen as crazy.” Krista ranted.
”I got some foreign guys in my ward. I think they might get moved into a different Ward but I’m not entirely sure.” Ymir said before snacking onto her food.
”Did you guys check if you have lunch duty?” Sasha asked the group.
”Lunch Duty? What’s that?” Y/N asked confused.
”Hehe.. I originally thought it was something else but it’s basically when Doctors or nurses are in charge of the patients during their lunch.” Sasha explained.
”But I thought they eat lunch in their cells.?” Krista asked “It is safer and it prevents fights between patients.”
“Yeah, but it only happens if all the inmates have some sort of good behaviour for the week. It helps them socialise as well so that’s nice I guess.” Ymir said.
”I’ll check my schedule and see if I am in lunch duty. Hopefully we all are, that way we can all talk.”
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Erwin was sitting at his desk, somewhat sweaty and overwhelmed. He kept looking under his desk and at his phone, scrolling through the pictures.
”God she’s so beautiful.!~” he was able to whisper out.
Erwin wasn’t one to be on social media that much but after seeing you he just had to. What type of woman wouldn’t make an account to make extra money just by taking cute selfies of you and your friends?
Y/N.
She had no social media accounts on any platform which disappointed Erwin as he hoped for a few pictures for him to.. check out.
Being the smart man he was, he looked up your friends and luckily found Krista’s account. Clicking on it he saw pictures of Y/N and the other three. 
Beach pictures, birthday pictures, Girls Night Out! Pictures. Everything he had wanted of Y/N was on there and he could only smirk and scroll through them, making sure to print the pictures of just her.
He went through the collection of pictures of Y/N and to his lunch he saw her in a black dress and smiling as she was bending down to cut her birthday cake, showing her cleavage a bit.
He place his hand on a massive problem he had to take care of so he reluctantly called Hange on his work phone and asked her to walk with Y/N to her meetings instead.
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”Man! I don’t want to deal with those annoying pests.. say Krista how about I join your Ward?” Ymir suggested.
”But, Ymir, you’ll get in trouble for skipping.!” Krista said.
”So?! Those patients won’t even care if I leave. They have their nurse to feed them medicine whilst I stay-“
They soon stopped in front of Hange who had listened in on everything.
”Y/N, you’ll have to walk with me to your next patient. Also, Ymir was it? Get to your Ward.” Hange said before walking off with Y/N.
”Hange, who will be my patient right now?” Y/N asked.
”Eyebrows- I mean Erwin gave me your schedule so I think it’s best if I give it you to keep.” Hange said whilst giving her schedule. “ From what I know, you have a patient named Connie Springer.”
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DID NOBODY THINK ABOUT YAN!DAD EREN AND YAN!MOM MIKASA? IT IS THE PERFECT COMBINATION FOR AN UNTOUCHABLE BBY READER.
Oh my god, anon, yan!dad Eren and yan!mom Mikasa can only mean one thing: no one is touching their bby.
No, seriously, nobody is laying a single finger on the reader and anyone who dares to try to do so will bitterly regret it. Death will be the most merciful act they could do to that person or... something.
I can imagine them as his bby's possessive and extremely overprotective yandere!parents. They don't like it when you get close to someone other than them, they're your parents, and family always comes first, right? And they won't let anyone steal you or your attention.
You belong with them, you belong to them.
They both try to be nice to you and they are, in their own way at least. Eren is the one who spoils you the most, Mikasa will spoil you too but only if she thinks you deserve it. Both will be fiercely protective of their bby and no one, absolutely no one, is allowed to touch you. Touch you and they will lose hand if not their life.
These two will go to extreme lengths to protect their bby and no one can stop them. They love you and want only the best for you, what's wrong with that? They want to see you happy, but only with them by your side.
After all, they are your parents and parents and children should stick together forever, right?
~ Lady L
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Milk, Honey, and Sugar
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Yandere Eren x Reader
Milk Honey and Sugar Masterlist
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Word Count: 12.7k
Content: College AU, Yandere content, Obsessive and Possessive behavior, Fluff, Smut, Dark content, Jiyuu beloved
Content Warnings: Stockholm Syndrome, Obsessive Behavior, Eren is a bit of a pervert, but somehow also shy about it, reader going thru it, Eren is described at taller than reader, Pet names (Angel, Baby), Dubcon (from stockholm syndrome), Eren is SO WEAK TO YOU, you’re both a bit shy, Reader is implied to be a tiny bit insecure, Tiddy sucking, Falacio, hand job, Little bit of subby! Eren but only a little, description of Eren’s dick lol, reader makes him CRY, mention of him pulling their hair a little, a smidge of edging, aftercare
Summary: After the realization hits that you aren't ever going to see your friends again, Eren is the one to comfort you—slowly turning you more and more dependent on him.
Oh my goddd It's been so long and I'm so sorry!!! A bunch of things got in the way of me writing for a while, but It's finally back! I'm going to try to focus on this series more so hopefully, there won't be such a big gap in posting again! I already have the next part nearly finished so it shouldn't be long before the next chapter! Also, I'd like to say thank you to anyone that's still here after my absence and anyone that's been here from before :,,) I'm so grateful. I hope this is enough to satisfy until the next chapter! There's a little doodle at the end for you all <33 Can't wait to write the most exciting parts of the story!! (In my opinion at least, lol) Please enjoyy
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Chapter 7: Warmth (part 1)
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The hours grew longer the more days you spent alone.
Your world was quiet, apart from the tick of the plastic analog clock or the occasional sound of water going through pipes and creaking footsteps from above. Being stuck on your own was such a lonely, stir-crazy existence. The only time you found solace from it was when Eren would make his way down the stairs, greeting you with his abnormally gentle smile and a soft kiss, giving you the company you constantly longed for and sometimes a consoling meal.
He had you wrapped around his finger by now, so tired of the isolation and quiet that you’d do almost anything if it meant he’d stay, just to ease your loneliness for a while. He was a distraction you took with little resistance because you didn’t want to think about the pain of being trapped for even a second.
He seemed to be the only thing that helped your ever-fragile mood, the one thing keeping you grounded as your mental stability frayed. It was hell when he would leave you, forcing you to face the cold basement alone again. You’d try to sleep through it, but sometimes your brain wouldn’t quiet and your emotions would explode to the point that you’d bawl your eyes out and sob until your nose was clogged and your head ached, your mind plagued with the overbearing thoughts of your long-gone friends and freedom. If they’d been looking, you were sure they would have found you by now. It should’ve been so obvious who’d taken you. Or maybe, everyone was too trusting of Eren to realize that deep down, he was an obsessive stalker, someone who kidnapped his best friend. 
Either way, your hope of being found had almost completely diminished. With no access to the outside world, you didn’t even know if a search was ongoing. You had no motivation anymore, even for escape—although it’s not like you could because Eren hadn’t let you go upstairs since your last attempt. He hadn’t touched you the same way he did that night either, occasionally letting his soft kisses grow more heated but never going as far as he did then. You almost missed it. The intimacy, that is. He’d been nothing but sweet to you most of the time, even when all you could do was cry into him.
You felt pathetic being in such a state, constantly switching between craving his presence and despising him for taking you away. You barely felt deserving of being rescued since you gave in to your captor so quickly. Would anyone even want to help you if they knew what you’d done with him? How close you’d remained even after his betrayal? It brought a sick feeling to your stomach whenever you thought about it. All of the lame excuses and blaming your actions on your once adolescent crush or your dwindling will to escape. You knew the truth, yet you still didn’t want to admit it.
It’d been four weeks since your failed escape, and just a little over a month of being stuck in the basement—not that you even knew the specifics of how long it’d been because of how your days began to blend. Since your attempt, Eren spent more time downstairs, sometimes taking his entire day off to stay with you, slowly making you more dependent on his presence because it was all you had. 
Akin to every other day, it started with his journey down, breakfast in hand and laptop under his arm, the device fully charged and ready for another day of playing offline games and watching videos or movies. But, also like every other day, his plans, per usual, were halted when he reached the bottom of the steps and saw you curled up on the bed, crying into your palms. 
His guilt overflowed whenever he saw you like that, but he pushed it away when he remembered all the things that could’ve happened if he hadn’t brought you here. All of the people that could have gotten to you, the things they could have done to you. It made him irrationally angry just thinking about it. In his house, you were safe, and he always knew where you were. To him, that was worth the pain it brought you.
Laying everything on the desk, he rushed to sit next to you, trapping you in his comforting arms and pulling you into his lap, “What’s wrong, baby?” 
He always asked that when you cried, always with the same pet names he’d use to try and ease your tears. You always replied that you didn’t want to discuss it, but he knew what the truth behind your sadness was. He knew it was because you missed everyone and you were terrified of telling him. 
“I don’t wanna talk about it right now.” You said, as usual, voice hoarse from tears that’d been pouring since you woke up. You put your head against him, soaking the white pajama t-shirt while he rubbed your back and cradled you like a child. His warmth and his pleasant autumn-like scent made it harder to focus on your problems, the comfort pulling you back to him in an instant. Sometimes it was like you were addicted, craving the constant reassurance of his presence and the distraction from your situation. 
This had become almost routine—he would come downstairs or wake up with you, find you crying, and drop everything to comfort you, just to continue whatever he had planned for the day after as if nothing happened. It was such an exhausting pattern for you, but he couldn't care less. All he cared for was being able to have you with him where you were safe. Being able to hold and touch you was just a bonus.
He held you as tight as he could, trying to make you feel secure while compressed in his arms. You could only snuggle into him, pushing your ear against his chest to listen to his racing heart. It was a calming and familiar white noise that helped distract you from the fact that you were probably never going to get out. It helped you feel sane and reminded you that Eren was another human too.
He sighed feeling you ease into him, finally safe enough to relax too. The room was quiet other than the gentle sounds of breathing and the mechanical ticking of the clock. It was almost peaceful like this, just the two of you cuddled up together. Listening to each other’s soft sounds and finding comfort in them.
“Can I have breakfast now?” You asked, your voice still crackling from your dry throat. You were sniffling and your face was still wet from past tears, but you were more hungry than upset now and didn’t want to wait for food anymore.
Eren smiled and slid you off his lap, making sure to plant a loving kiss on your forehead before he got up to grab the wooden breakfast tray from the desk. He walked back, setting it on your lap and revealing the stack of 4 heart-shaped pancakes to you that still radiated the warmth from being cooked. There was a tiny plate of butter and a cup of syrup sitting next to it, along with a ceramic mug of Eren’s favorite drink, his warm milk with honey and sugar mixed in. He always used to give it to you every time you came over, trying desperately to get you to favor it, and every time it always tasted bland. Not bad, but it didn’t fit your normal preference for drinks.
Recently though, whenever he’d give it to you with your breakfast, it was much sweeter than before. The milk and honey blended together with a pinch of dissolved sugar just tasted saccharine all of a sudden.
At first, you questioned if he spiked it, but when nothing happened after you drank it, you abandoned the idea. It felt so strange to suddenly enjoy something you’d been so indifferent about, but you didn’t want to overthink it. After all, you just wanted to enjoy the warmth from whatever he made you—to enjoy his warmth because it was all you had. 
“Well, are you going to eat?” Eren asked, questioning why you were staring at your food for so long.
Realizing that you’d spaced out while deep in thought, you muttered a quick “sorry” before grabbing the dull plastic knife on the tray to spread the butter over your pancakes.
While you were preparing your breakfast to your liking, Eren sat on the bed again, placing his arm behind you and sliding as close as he could without getting in your way, your thighs pressing together and his cheek almost touching your head.
He watched intensely as you cut into the syrup-soaked cake and stabbed into the small piece you separated, chomping down on it. As you chewed and swallowed it, he leaned his head on yours to get your attention, “Is it good? Did you like it?”
Nodding your head, you cut out another piece to shove into your mouth, “They’re really good! Did you make them from scratch?”
Eren smiled, feeling his heart melt when you gave him praise. He always ate up every little compliment you gave him, no matter how small it was. It was like a hit of dopamine every time you were even the tiniest bit nice—and he was addicted to it. Once he’d even kicked his legs and squealed into his pillow after you commented that he looked hot in a picture he posted, but that was a secret he would be taking to his grave.
“It’s my mom’s recipe… I just made them with a heart-shaped pan for the shape.” He replied, leaning into you and burying his face into the side of your neck while you continued to eat.
“I didn’t know you owned a heart-shaped pan,” You paused mid-bite, “When did that happen?”
“I got it when all of the Valentine's Day stuff was on clearance in stores… I just hid it in my room because I didn’t want anyone to see it while they were here.” He explained, his cheeks warming up at the thought of someone other than you seeing he owned such a bright pink and heart-shaped pan.
You giggled at his embarrassment and kept eating, enjoying the sweet syrup-soaked pancakes while you could. They were delicious, but especially warm compared to everything else, and you were so desperate to have that warmth that you were scarfing them down and barely savoring the taste. The sweet milk with honey came next, the most familiar part of the meal. You chugged it down so fast that you could feel its heat travel down to your stomach, officially ending your breakfast that morning.
It almost made you sad whenever you finished your food. You always felt extra cold after, especially without Eren there. It was never fun to experience.
“All done?” Eren asked, not allowing you a response before taking the tray from you. He placed it on the nightstand at the foot of the bed and went back to you, pushing you onto your back and crawling on top of you without warning. 
After taking a moment to maneuver himself around and get more comfortable, he placed his head on your shoulder and embraced you, the weight of his body crushing you into the mattress. It hurt a little and almost restricted your breathing, but having what was similar to a heated and weighted blanket on top of you was nice. 
He always did this when you finished your breakfast. It was one of his favorite things to do too. He loved being close to you, breathing in your scent and littering tiny kisses all over your neck and collarbone. It felt wonderful to claim you like that.
As you cocooned him with your limbs, he wriggled his way down until his head met your chest, putting his face between your breasts and squeezing you so they squished against his face. You let a gasp slip, face growing hot as a large smile formed on his lips. 
You tried to push against him to get him off, but you struggled immensely from his weight compared to your strength. It took almost all your energy to get him to budge, but he finally got the hint and sat up after minutes of your whining and squirming—only to grab your chest and squeeze as soon as his hands were free. 
You flinched and simultaneously gasped at the sudden grope, yelling at him with fake anger while batting his arms, “You’re such a fucking perv!” 
He chuckled and put his hand on the bed to lean down, his reddened cheeks so close to yours that you could feel his breath against your face, “Yeah, sure. But you love me, don’t you?”
You were silent while you considered what to say, afraid to lie to him but knowing that if you gave him any answer other than yes, he’d probably lose it on you. You did love him. You really did, but not in the way he wanted you to. You didn’t think you did, at least. He was just a safe space for you. A source of comfort while you were trapped. That didn’t mean you loved him, did it?
Growing insecure at your lack of response, Eren squeezed your arm just tight enough to regain your attention and asked you again, this time with more desperation lingering,  “Don’t you, angel?”
Without thinking it over more, you gave him an unconvincing answer, “Yes. I do.”
Satisfied with your response, he gave you a quick peck on the lips and got up to grab his laptop from the desk. You watched him carefully the whole time, sitting up and eyeing him as he picked up the small computer and carried it back to you. 
He placed carefully it in your lap, plopping down and leaning into you like he did during breakfast, his arm slung around your waist. You stared at the sticker-covered computer in your lap, your hands trembling while you considered asking him about going back upstairs again instead of spending another day in bed binging a random show you chose. 
You’d asked previously, even begged him to give you another chance, but his answer was always the same. He’d tell you that he isn’t ready for that, or that he doesn’t trust you yet. If you tried to ask repeatedly or beg for it, he would get angry with you and even lash out, leaving you alone for the entire day as a punishment, no matter how loud your cries got or how much it stung him to hear them. 
“Can I ask something before we start, Eren?” You managed to get out, your words shaking as you spoke.
You could feel him tense up next to you as you asked, his gaze now fixated on the laptop instead of you.
“What is it?” He asked, already knowing the answer. 
You opened your mouth to talk but stuttered so much trying to get the first word out that you had to pause again before talking.
“Can I go upstairs for the day?” You pleaded, quickly adding onto it so he couldn’t instantly deny you, “I’ll do anything you want! Please! I just… want to leave the basement for a while.”
Silence followed.
You were shaking, terrified of what he was thinking. He was staring at the floor, his brows furrowed as he ran through all of his options. He wasn’t angry, not yet at least. He only would be if you pushed for it too much, but he still hated having to answer that question. Why couldn’t you just be happy with what he gave you? He understood that you were bored and lonely, but it was still frustrating. It was so, so frustrating.
“I don’t know if I can trust you yet,” was all he could manage in response, because If he said any more or got too aggressive there would be tears. And he was so weak to your tears. It was the sole reason he always had to leave you when you cried to be let out. If he stayed, his already weak spirit might break, and then you could weave your way into having your way and escaping. He didn’t want to risk anything close to that.
Despite his effort to avoid it, tears began to prickle in the corner of your eyes, almost as if on command. You wanted to leave so badly that you were partially willing to give up your hope of escape if it meant you could at least have that. You would give all of it, just to have that ounce of freedom and self-autonomy back. 
“I don’t want to leave anymore, Eren! I promise! Chain my ankles or handcuff me to you, whatever!  Please, just let me go upstairs with you!” You begged. It was evident you were pushing his limit with the look that took over his face, but you didn’t know what else you could do to convince him.
Eren shut his eyes, the frown on his face deepening, “Baby, please. Don’t do this today.”
“Please, Eren. Please.” You begged again, the first fearful tear spilling over your cheek. The look you gave him was painful, his chest tightening the longer he stared at you. You’d done this almost every day for the last week and it was so aggravating. He hated being separated from you but you forced it on him by pleading so often.
He looked away from you and leaned forward, his elbows on his knees and his face in his hands as he snapped at you, “Why? Why do you want to so badly?! Can’t you just be happy with what I give you?” 
He finished with a sigh and waited quietly for your response, but nothing came. You were silent. 
It took Eren several moments to realize that you weren’t going to talk back, so when he finally lifted his head and looked at you, the sight ripped his heart in two.
You had your eyes squeezed shut and your mouth covered as you sobbed into it, trying to hide the sounds so you wouldn’t irritate him more, but seeing you cry like that with such obvious fear diminished any anger he had. He hated being the cause of your tears. He hated it.
Pulling you into his arms again and pushing the laptop aside, he apologized profusely and held you tighter. You whimpered into him, gripping his shirt while he pushed your face against his chest. 
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry… I’m sorry for snapping, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” He had his hand on your head, digging his fingers into your hair while he repeated his apology, “Please stop crying. Please, you know I hate hearing you cry.”
You hiccuped, holding your breath to choke down your tears. You held it in for a few more moments until you couldn’t anymore, taking an involuntary breath and sobbing into his shirt. In a poor attempt to silence it, you covered your mouth while you cried, quietly begging him not to leave you between sobs. It broke his heart. 
He tried to reassure you, hugging you tightly and petting your head while he cooed, “I won’t leave. I won’t leave this time.”
It took a while, but following a few violent hiccups, silenced sobs, and deep, difficult inhales, your tears were dissipating and you were calming down, clinging to Eren as if your life depended on it. 
He held you close, basking in your touch. He knew why you wanted to leave the basement. He was stupid to think that being trapped there would be enough for you, but after the last time he let you up, he was terrified that you’d try to leave again. If you ever did manage to get away from him, it would mean he’d lose everything, and he didn’t even want to think about that happening. 
You needed to stay with him, where you were safe. Where he could watch over you. But, it was clear you also needed at least a little freedom, otherwise, your mental state could deteriorate even more than it already had, and that would be just as bad as losing you through escape. He didn’t want to reduce you to a shell of your former self. He didn’t want to break you. He just wanted to keep you to himself.
Thinking it over some more while you were wiping your face on his shirt, Eren decided to go against his better judgment and give in to what you wanted, which was exactly what he had been trying to avoid. It was easier that way, considering you were both feeling awful about your situation.
“I’ll—I’ll take you upstairs. I’ll take you upstairs today.” He blurted out, sounding reluctant to say it out loud.
Your entire mood had changed from just that sentence, perking your head up so you could meet his eyes from where you sat on his lap. Eyes wide with excitement, they were lighting up more than they had in the month you’d been stuck there. It was nice for him to see. He’d missed that sparkle so much. 
“I’ll only let you come up if you follow my rules though, okay? If you break them I’m sending you back down and I won’t even think about letting you up for at least a year.” He aggressively added to his previous statement, wanting to be clear with what he expected of you so there wouldn’t be any complaints later.
You rapidly nodded your head, getting ready to agree to whatever he asked if it meant getting that slight sliver of freedom in the end. Lucky for you, he didn’t want to take advantage of your eagerness—not too much at least. He loved you too much to hurt you like that.
With a small sigh, Eren slid you off of his lap and took his laptop, holding out his hand for you after he got up. You took it with a large smile plastered on your face, pulling yourself onto your feet and practically skipping to the stairs because of how happy you were. He was slow to follow after you, not particularly joyful about letting you out of the safe haven he’d created for you, but still willing to if it meant he got to see your bright smile again.
Once he made it to the top, he was hesitant to unlock the door. He really didn’t want to let you out, but when he looked over and saw how excited you looked standing next to him, he couldn’t help but picture how upset you were just prior, and how quickly that changed when he said you could go upstairs. Keeping you locked up and to himself was already selfish enough, he didn’t want to keep suffering even more in a cold basement for his own benefit.
Before he went through the final step of opening the door, he grabbed your hand and squeezed it tight. He was trying to make sure you couldn’t just run off, but also trying to reassure himself that he was doing the right thing. With a final heavy sigh, he unlocked the door and turned the knob with his laptop under his arm, pushing it open and revealing the dim light of morning to you.
You tried to run, not with a hope to escape but more so out of excitement—but Eren was quick to pull you back to him and remind you of your place.
“Don’t forget what I told you.” He spoke sternly, the grip on your hand growing tighter to the point that it hurt. 
His rules—to behave. To do what he asked. From the first time he let you upstairs. The same rules that you broke the last time you were here, and not just because he was vague about what “behaving” meant. Of course, you couldn’t forget.
You sounded dejected as you looked at the creaky wooden floor, “I’m just… excited. Sorry.” 
Sighing, he sauntered forward while pushing you with him, taking the lead but ultimately doing what you wanted by going to the living room. 
Jiyuu got visibly excited when you walked into his view, his fluffy wings opening up slightly while he paced back and forth on the giant bird tree across the room, considering if it was worth it to fly over. 
Eren stopped in his tracks, a small smile brightening his face when he realized what the bird wanted. He always thought it was sweet that he liked you, despite parrots' common behavior of being possessive over their owner. It also made your integration into his home a lot easier, so he wouldn’t have to worry about the bird going after you whenever he was affectionate with you.
“Why don’t you go pick him up?” He asked, trying to push you forward, closer to Jiyuu. 
Excited to see the bird—a living creature other than Eren—but terrified of doing something wrong and being punished for it, you turned to look at him, asking for reassurance that this wasn’t a trap, “Are you sure?”
“Yes. I’m sure. I won’t be mad at you for walking away from me this time.” He assured you, the hand on your back pushing you even further, harsher this time to the point you almost stumbled.
You stepped forward with hesitance, slowly gaining confidence the closer you got to Jiyuu, your saving grace from complete isolation with Eren. Watching carefully, Eren stayed behind, his gaze burning holes into the back of your head. It made you so nervous, his eyes fixated on your every move. Being watched so closely was highly unpleasant and anxiety-inducing, and you could tell that Jiyuu didn’t like it either.
Climbing onto you when you held your arm out, Jiyuu was quick to run to your shoulder and puff his feathers up, squawking loudly at Eren. He’d never been especially protective of you, nor aggressive towards Eren, so this behavior was completely new—at least to you. It was especially shocking because of how loud he was able to scream, the sound triggering a constant ringing in your ears. 
“Eren? What’s wrong with him?” You panicked, turning to see what the bird was so upset about that he had to shriek, only to be face-to-face with Eren. His knees bent slightly so he met your height, startling you even more when you unexpectedly met his piercing green pupils.
His eyes were glued to the bird, his hand lifted in front of him so he would step up from your shoulder. To your surprise, the bird nipped at his hand and chewed on it, stepping on it when he was finished and acting like he hadn’t just screamed at him. “He’s just being moody. Don’t mind it too much, he just gets like this sometimes, ‘specially when I’m not in the best mood. He can tell.”
As he put Jiyuu back on the tree stand to chew on more of his toys, he walked closer and wrapped his arm around you, practically forcing you into his chest with his laptop pressed against your back. When his other hand was free from the bird’s talons, it joined his other to squeeze you tightly, keeping you close as he leaned over you, inhaling the comforting scent from your skin and hair.
You returned the hug, trying to distract yourself from the sinking feeling you had in your chest when he implied that he wasn’t in a good mood. It was obvious it was because of you—because you wanted to go upstairs. It made you feel so guilty, but also so afraid. He could be unpredictable when he was upset, which is probably why Jiyuu didn’t like it either.
“Why don’t we just watch some TV for now? Since he’s in such a bad mood and I still want to laze around…” He spoke up, backing away but leaving little space between you and him.
Without a thought, you nodded, ready to agree to almost anything as long as it would improve his mood and keep you out of your personal hell known as the basement. With your compliance, he was quick to drag you back onto the couch, setting the laptop down on the coffee table and pouncing, crushing you under his weight. Your whines went ignored by him in favor of grabbing the remote to activate the TV, bringing up the news before he swiftly changed it to an on-demand streaming service. He put on one of your favorite shows—one you’d already watched, probably dozens of times since you’d come here—and threw the controller
down, burying his face into your chest and engulfing you in his arms.
Resting your hands on his back when you finally processed everything he’d sped through in seconds, you focused more on him than the TV, although only able to see the top of his head and his messy bun. His face was buried between your boobs again, except this time, instead of smiling and teasing you about it, he shut his eyes and eased into you, feeling secure enough to relax with you trapped underneath him. The shift in mood was apparent, but all you could think to do was run your hands through his hair, hoping that would soothe him enough to think about letting you stay upstairs more often. 
It was silent after that, besides the background noise of the TV playing and Jiyuu preening his feathers and chewing wood. You were both clinging to each other, unmoving and resting. Eren was so warm, it almost made you tired—but you didn’t want to sleep. Not when you were finally experiencing what you’d wanted so badly for weeks. You longed to walk around and explore the house more, but he probably wouldn’t let you. It was frustrating.
“Eren?” You said, trying to get his attention on you instead of whatever he was thinking about in the silence.
He hummed in reply, not bothering to lift his head because he was too comfortable with his face against your chest. 
You twirled some of his loose hair between your fingers, silently trying to persuade him as you asked, “Can we go to your room? I want to see more than just your living room and kitchen.” 
Before you could continue with your long-winded speech trying to convince him to let you go to a different part of the house, he interrupted you with a finger over your lips, letting out a muffled “mm-mm” while he shook his head that was still against your chest. You frowned, moving his finger away from your mouth and continuing to push, “Why not?”
A scowl took over his face as he peered up at you, his chin stabbing into your sternum when he replied with aggressive venom in his tone, “Because I said no. Drop it.”
Once you nodded, a look of stinging fear glazing your eyes, his expression relaxed and he put his face back into your chest. Although your response calmed him, his answer did nothing to satiate your curiosity. You’d been in his room a few times prior to the kidnapping, so what was so different about now?
You let out a small sigh, continuing to run your hands through his hair but turning your attention towards the TV that still played your favorite show, although you’d begun to get rather tired of it after watching it over and over so much. Especially now, when watching different shows and dramas was all Eren had let you do aside from occasionally letting you play games on his laptop. As relaxing as the routine used to be, it was starting to grow excruciatingly dull. There were only so many days you could do nothing but laze around before you grew tired of it.
“Eren.” You began again, desperate for something to entertain you. You didn’t want to spend all your time out of the basement doing the same thing you did in it.
With a quiet groan, he lifted his head again and frowned, “What now?”
“I’m bored… I want to do something other than watch TV.”
Realizing that you weren’t trying to annoy him about getting into his room again, his eyes softened and he replied with a sweeter tone, “Like what?”
“I don’t know. You have games, don’t you?”
“In my room, yeah. But I don’t want you going in there right now and I’m not leaving you alone to grab anything.”
“Then what else can we do?”
When you asked, his brows scrunched together and he averted your gaze, deep in thought. You watched carefully, worried that he would become irate if you were too talkative while he was trying to relax. 
Slowly, his cheeks darkened as an idea popped into his head—one he’d usually tried to push away so that he wouldn’t risk making you feel uncomfortable with your already fragile emotional state, but right now? You seemed to be in a better mood, and much more content with doing just about anything to ease your boredom. There was nothing to stand in the way of his selfish desires.
Noticing the way his former annoyance bloomed into a red-faced fluster, you grew worried and tried to turn his head so he’d look at you, only for him to avoid meeting your eyes. His cheeks were burning hot to the touch and you could tell he had something on his mind.
“What’s wrong?” You tried to ask calmly despite the tremble in your voice, mentally preparing yourself for whatever emotion he might reply with.
A silent pause followed, and he barely managed to stutter it out, his hesitancy to explain his thoughts holding the words back, “I thought of something we could do if you are really that against just watching TV, but—but it’s kind of lewd. It’s—It’s really lewd actually.”
You could feel your cheeks grow warm at all the things that could mean, quietly urging him to continue out of curiosity about his desire, “Yes…? What is it?”
He was quiet again before he met your eyes, replying with a faltering voice full of anxiety, “I was thinking that maybe… we could take turns touching each other, and we could—I could learn more about your body… and we could make it into a game, I guess? If you really want to, the person who finds the most sensitive spots on the other person could win. That would make it more fun, right? Would something like that interest you more than TV?”
He stared at you with pleading puppy eyes while awaiting your response, his pupils swallowing his irises that practically glowed as they peered into your soul. 
Your entire face burned hot, now matching his. You were like shy kids confessing to each other, so tense and unnerved. 
Speaking with an unfamiliar kind of softness in his voice, he sounded like he would explode with embarrassment if you didn’t respond well, “We don’t have to, but I just—I just really want to touch you again. Even without the ‘game’ part. I’ve missed it. A lot.” 
He felt so perverted just saying it out loud.
His offer was tempting, but you didn’t know if you could trust it. Your judgment had felt so clouded recently and you’d been giving into him more under the guise of gaining enough freedom to escape, but how much would you need before you tried to leave again? The thought of escaping was crossing your mind less and less, and you were growing used to being with only Eren all the time, getting dangerously close to enjoying it. 
Part of you was terrified of ever leaving, terrified of how your friends would react when they found out what you’d already let him do to you, and terrified of leaving what you’d just started becoming accustomed to—but another part of you was terrified to stay. If you did, how far would things go? How deep of a hole would you dig for yourself before it was too late to get out?
“We don’t have to!” He repeated, pulling you out of your thoughts, “I could just find something else for us to do if you don’t want to,”
“It’s okay! It’s fine, it’s fine. We can do that.” You blurted out without processing what you were saying. The last thing you wanted was to upset him, so satisfying him was the only option even if it went against your better judgment. You could deal with the guilt later, but right now you had to focus on keeping his trust. Besides, it wouldn’t hurt to give in and have a little fun with someone you’d trusted while you could, take advantage and get the experience you missed out on years before. You’d rather it be him than a stranger. That’s what you told yourself, at least.
“Really? Are you sure?” He asked again to reassure your consent while his lips shifted into a sly smile.
No. You weren’t. But you’d already made your bed, and you’d rather lie in it than rip off the sheets and start from the beginning, “Yeah. I am.”
There was a small moment of silence, the two of you staring at each other before he jumped off of the couch, swiftly making his way to the tree where Jiyuu was. He was quick to take his feathery friend to his cage, closing the door and covering it with the blanket he’d normally only use for him at night. Despite the bird's clear displeasure of being put to bed early, showcased through his sad-sounding caws as the cage was locked, he left the cover on and returned to you on the couch, towering over you with half-lidded eyes and a beet-red face.
“Uh, could you get on my lap when I sit down?” He asked timidly, placing a hand on your shoulder. 
You responded by nodding and sliding to the side, allowing him to sit while he dragged you onto his lap to straddle him.
Once again, it grew quiet. You were looking at anything but each other, the awkward tension making it difficult to keep eye contact. You were both used to intimate actions, but not intimate words, so anything you thought of saying fell short before it could leave your lips. 
It felt like you were fumbling teenagers again, lacking experience and not knowing where to begin—although Eren was the only one of you who had any to begin with. The most you had under your belt was some awkward and sloppy kissing between you and your short-term ex-boyfriends from high school, but he didn’t know that.
“Since this is a game… Do I get anything if I win?” You asked first, trying to break the ice and guarantee at least something good would come out of this.
You watched the cogs turn in Eren’s head for a moment before he responded, trying to figure out how to word it so that you didn’t request anything unreasonable after his answer, “I guess you can have something… Just tell me what, as long as it doesn’t have anything to do with leaving.”
It only took you a minute to decide what you wanted, the idea popping into your head rather quickly when you thought about what he would actually be willing to give, “Can I go in your room?”
He sighed hearing your response, a cross glare in his eyes while he reluctantly acceded, “Fine, but only if you A, win, and B, give me until tomorrow to clean it.”
The excitement you had grew rapidly, but just as it peaked, it dissipated when you remembered what you would have to do to get your reward, and the fact that it wasn’t guaranteed in the first place. The small smile that’d grown on your face faded once you realized it, and then the pressure ramped up once again.
“So…” He finally began, a short pause holding him while his eyes drifted down to your chest, his hands landing on your hips where he rubbed small circles into them with his thumbs, “Where should we start?”
You were both anxious, but he was the only one trying to hide it. His hands were shaking, but he tried to mask it with subtle movements down your plush thighs. He wanted to touch you. He wanted to feel all of you and run his hands over your entire body—but he wanted to make sure you wanted it too. He needed you to want it too.
“Wherever you want,” you replied, too nervous to say much else. His hands felt like fire against your cold skin, the feeling of them gliding over your body making your cheeks boil. 
His fingers grazed down to your knees and back up your body, stopping just below your chest to speak quietly, “I want to touch you everywhere though.” 
It was obvious what he wanted to do, but was too nervous to do it. His brows scrunched together while he stared at your chest, sunken in thought. The sight almost had you giggling from how silly he looked like that, so deeply focused on your breasts. To try and urge him forward and get past both of your anxieties, you slowly intertwined your fingers with his, leading his hands up to grope you.
His eyes flicked up to you as he made contact with your chest again, his gaze relaxing and eyes lighting up as they stared into yours. You looked so pretty in your current position, sitting on his lap with your cute thighs squished against him, your hands covering his, and your gorgeous eyes shying away from his stare. 
“Can I kiss you? Please?” He asked, leaning in so close that you could feel the heat radiating off of his crimson face while he squeezed you.
Letting out a small squeak from his grip, you decided to skip the verbal reply and gently pushed your lips against his, your noses bumping awkwardly because you were hesitant to do anything that could deepen the kiss further. Despite this, Eren missed the cue and tilted his head to the side, trying desperately to interlock your lips and part yours.
His groping grew rougher as he relaxed, fingers touching your nipples through the thin shirt you wore, the fabric barely shielding how hard they were growing. Your face was burning while he felt you up, sweat beading on your forehead when something stiff pressed against your crotch. 
It was so warm. Everything about him was warm. His body, his demeanor, even his smell. It was all so warm compared to the cold you always felt. Even before he took you away, it was always cold. But he was so warm.
“Eren…” you mumbled into his lips, your pulse rising and your arms falling over his shoulders.
He pulled away for a moment, face still inches away from yours, “What is it?”
“You’re warm.”
You could feel him chuckle as you said it, responding with “So are you.”
He kissed you again, this time carefully pushing his tongue between your lips in a way that was less than forceful and moving one of his hands to the back of your neck to hold you there. His touch sent tingles up your spine, your body melting into his hands. It was like your integrity burned away when he was close, and you couldn’t help but crave more.
Eren’s other palm slipped under your shirt, sliding up your stomach and squeezing your bare breast before lifting the fabric further. Your body tensed again, suddenly growing anxious at the thought of him seeing your chest nude. It’s not like he hadn’t before, but it was only now that it felt so nerve-wracking. You couldn’t pinpoint why, but now the thought made your heart race.
When he finally pulled his face away from yours, giving you time to breathe, it was only so he could pull your shirt over your head and throw it aside. Following that, his mouth was back on yours and he was reaching for your chest again—but this time, you stopped him. You took your arms off his neck to cover yourself, anxiety pulsing at the thought of him looking at you more. You didn’t feel this way the other times you’d been nude around him, so why were you so nervous now? Everything was burning all of a sudden, and it almost made you feel sick.
“Hey, is something wrong?” Eren questioned in his sweetest voice, attempting to quell your sudden fear by backing off to cup your cheek, his other hand resting on your thigh. You tried to look him in the eyes, but your stomach sank when you met them. His irises were the brightest, most intimidating green that made your heart ache, you couldn’t stand to stare. 
“I’m—I’m kind of scared.” You stammered, staring down at his hand while his thumb rubbed small circles into your skin.
His brows furrowed as he overthought what you said, “Just… all of a sudden? It wasn’t like this before, why now?” 
He didn’t mean to seem angry, but his expression showed the opposite. So, feeling pressured with a slight tinge of fear in your eyes, you quietly apologized and began to uncover yourself, afraid of upsetting him and causing any harm that might get you sent back downstairs. He stopped you immediately, grabbing your wrists and holding them so your arms still covered you. 
“Don’t apologize… It’s fine if you don’t want to.” He reassured, reaching to grab your shirt beside him on the couch, “I don’t want to do anything if you don’t want to.”
Sadness laced his tone, his expression matching it as he pulled the garment over your head. It wasn’t because you were hesitant to go further with him, you knew that, but your heart hurt to see him making such a face. So sad, even with the tiny smile on his lips that was meant to reassure you. It was more than just wanting to stay upstairs. You wanted to make him feel happy. Even if you felt guilty about how you would do it.
“No, no, Eren…” You stopped him from pulling the shirt down, pushing it back over your chest while you wiped your watering eyes with your other arm. “It’s—It’s not that. I'm just—I’m—So nervous.” 
“What are you nervous about?” He asked, trying to avoid the temptation of looking at your now bare torso while he addressed the issue at hand. 
“I don’t know,” you started, mentally going through the list of things that were making you anxious to find something to say other than the truth about the shame you felt, “This is just… a lot different than the last few times you’ve seen me naked. You’re so close so you’re going to see… everything.”
“I don’t care what they look like. The only thing I care about is that it’s you.” He grabbed your hands and squeezed them, cheeks blazing red as he leaned close to you to confess, “You’re perfect to me. So perfect.”
Your heart began to swell again, this time for a different reason. 
He always made you feel so wanted, even before he took you away, his words like a warm blanket around your needy heart. It almost had you crawling into his hold, with no intention of ever leaving. No one ever praised you like he did, so maybe that’s why it had such a large effect on you. You were so susceptible to it that it was dangerous to your escape, constantly tiptoeing the line between enjoying the praise and falling face-first into Stockholm syndrome. It was a dangerous game you were playing, and without even realizing, you were losing. 
“Can… you touch me again?” You asked quietly after letting his praise marinate in your head for a minute, prying your hands out of his to pull your shirt over your breasts again. 
Shocked by your sudden switch-up, his eyes widened for a moment before he awkwardly nodded while placing his hands on your waist, finally letting his eyes trail down to your breasts.
Seeing them so close sent blood rushing not only to his face, but also down under, his already semi-hard on pushing uncomfortably against his pants. He wanted to brand them with his bites and kisses, cover them in his spit, and bruise them with hickeys to claim them as his. He was opposed to rushing you though, so all he could do was drag his hands up your torso until they finally cupped around your soft flesh, squeezing lightly just to confirm that he was really touching you and that it wasn’t just another wet dream.
You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to repeat his reassurances in your head while he fondled you. His normally cold hands were warm against your skin, squishing and playing with your chest and making your already hot body feel like it was burning. 
He was pushing them together, bouncing them, and holding them in his palms. It was so embarrassing, but you were trying desperately to keep it together. When you finally brewed up enough confidence to pry your eyes open, you saw how happy he looked, as silly as it was, and it took everything inside of you not to let out a giggle that could’ve embarrassed him. You wanted him to keep enjoying himself, even if your face burned from the awkwardness of it.
But just as you were growing used his hands on you, he threw a question at you that hit like a brick to the face, draining every ounce of courage out of you in a split second, “Can I… suck on them?”
He was leaning towards your chest as he spoke, looking up at you with anticipating eyes that made another wave of intense heat flare through your face. You were barely getting used to his fondling, but to suck on them? You might faint. With no experience except your own fingers and numerous toys, you didn’t even know how sensitive your nipples could be. The thought of squirming around in his lap while he lapped so leisurely on your tits made you shiver. But at the same time, it also piqued your curiosity and made the warmth between your thighs grow. You couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like.
“Yeah. Sure. That’s—That’s fine. Just—be gentle, ok? No one’s ever done that to me before…” You replied with a shaking voice, brows pushed together with worry while you avoided eye contact.
“Why wouldn’t I be?” He asked rhetorically, hungry eyes still gazing up at you as he leaned towards your chest. He broke his stare to pull your shirt up and off again, cupping your breasts and latching onto one of your nipples like it was all he was born to do. 
You winced in response, anxious to experience the feeling for the first time. Just having your sensitive bud in his mouth felt so different, so warm and wet—so when he took a long, slow lick, you couldn’t stop the whimper that left your throat. 
He almost lost his composure right then when he heard that noise. It was amazing, like a slice of a heavenly melody he wanted to keep locked in his brain forever. He wanted more of those sounds. He needed more of them.
With your other breast cupped in his palm, he started to pinch and nudge the bud while he sucked softly on the one in his mouth. You were already letting out more quiet whines, holding the back of his head while your fingers tangled in his hair. You couldn’t even begin to explain the burning pleasure that rippled from your chest to your core or the throbbing ache that proliferated between your thighs. It felt so much better than you imagined, and as much as you didn’t want to admit it, Eren being the one to do it made your heart race. 
Desperate to pry more sounds from you, his intensity rose by the minute, lips tugging on your nipple and fingers pinching the other. As more soft whines and moans spilled from your mouth, your spine arching to push your chest further into his face, he could feel the stiffness in his pants painfully begging to be freed. You sounded beautiful, he just wanted to throw you onto the couch and fuck you senseless while you cried out. Holding back from that was so hard, especially with all the cute noises you were making. He wanted to take you right here, but he knew he’d have to be patient if he didn’t want you to feel rushed or forced. He needed to be like a wolf stalking its deer. Slow, calculated, determined.
Pulling away from your mound, he looked at your swollen, spit-covered bud, smiling to himself with newfound confidence while moving to your other one. His possessive feelings were growing with each mark he left on you, every new blemish claiming another piece of your body for himself. Once he had all of you, god knows how he’d act.
He had one arm around you, pushing you closer to him to make it easier for him to swallow your chest while his hands groped your ass and felt up the wet spot between your legs, just barely tugging at the hem of your shorts when the opportunity arose. He was sucking hard, running his tongue diligently over the nipple and flicking it repeatedly to steal more moans from you. Every noise, every whimper, and every whine was just more motivation to him, fueling his excitement to keep touching you and eventually have you touch him. He almost couldn’t take it anymore, the bulge in his pants becoming increasingly painful the longer this went on.
It seemed he finally snapped after a few more minutes of vigorous sucking and quiet whimpers, grabbing your arms and forcing his face away from your chest after he heard you whisper out his name. As much as he wanted to continue the petting, he needed to have you now or he might just burst. 
“Fuck whatever stupid idea I had for a game, I need you to touch me. I need you to touch me now, please.” Eren begged, sounding more desperate than you’d ever heard him before, almost growing teary-eyed at how pent-up he was becoming. His hips were roughly grinding into yours, praying for anything to rub against or release his tension. He was so frantic that you thought he might get on his knees and beg if you said no.
If you were being honest with yourself, you were curious. You wanted to know what he felt like and how he would react. You wanted to revel in the feeling of being desired so badly.
“You want me to touch you… that bad?” You asked, your voice quivering from the intense feeling rumbling through your body that you could only describe as heavy. Without Eren’s support, you would probably collapse into a hot mess on the couch.
Eren’s eyes grew wide as if you were spouting nonsense in a language he didn’t understand, “Of course I do! Why the hell do you think we’re here in the first place? I’ve never wanted anything so badly!”
His hands were shaking out of frustration, his grip strong enough to leave marks. Though, when the fear gleamed in your eyes and your muscles tensed up, he was quick to calm, loosening his hold and sliding his hands down to hold yours instead.
“I’m… I’m sorry, I’m just… so, so desperate. I want you so badly,” He apologized, looking down to avoid shameful eye contact with you, “I need you. Badly.”
You stared at him quietly for a moment, playing around with the ideas in your head before deciding through your lust-clouded judgment that you wanted him too. In the moment, you didn’t care if you would regret it later. You just wanted to touch him. You wanted to have control over him, if only for a little while.
For once, you were the one to make the first move, leaning forward and placing a soft kiss on his forehead while you reached your hand to his groin. His entire body stiffened as you put your hand on the tent in his pants, his cheeks flushing when he peeked up at you with that desperate look in his eyes.
“Please—Please be gentle. Don’t squeeze it too much, I don’t—know how much I can take…” He stuttered out as if the fabric holding his cock back hurt any less than you squeezing him too tightly would.
Nodding, you caressed him again, watching carefully as his eyes squeezed shut and he leaned back, uttering a soft moan from your hand on the underside of his cock. He was still tense, but you could see that he was enjoying your touch, so you carried on. Beginning gently, you cupped him through the thin fabric of his pajama pants and massaged your hand up and down his pulsing shaft, eventually moving to tug at the band around his waist to silently ask permission to free him from his confines. 
Although you wanted to take it slow, you were also desperate to see and touch him without the barrier separating you; and it seemed like he was too. That much was evident when he didn’t bother to let you pull his pants or boxers down, ripping them off himself and leading your hand back to his freed shaft by your wrist.
Catching on quickly, you tightened your hand around him and eyed up his length, examining it while he went back to gasping at every little movement you made. He was a lot bigger than you expected him to be up close, not to mention how heavy he felt in your palm. Seeing all of the little things you hadn’t noticed previously, it looked so different too. 
Veins crawled up from the bottom of his girth, stopping a few inches before reaching his head, and he was swollen and red at the tip, already leaking precum. His bush was well-trimmed, a tiny freckle at the base of it, and it curved upwards while it twitched in your hand. You never thought you’d see a dick that looked so… perfect. Just holding his weight in your hands had you clenching around nothing, the thought of it filling you up passing through your mind more than once.
You slowly moved your hand up, stopping with your thumb on the underside of where his head and shaft met. You’d read online about men being sensitive in that spot, and it appeared to be true by the way his breath hitched when you ghosted your digit over it. Curious, you pressed lightly and caressed the spot up and down, causing his hips to jolt unexpectedly while a louder gasp left his throat. 
“Ohh my god. Oh my god.” He breathed out, pushing his elbows into the cushions behind him to grip the couch beneath his thighs more efficiently. He’d never felt this good, even with his other, more experienced flings in the past. Even with less skill and precision, you were just so much better.
You were you. His dream. Everything he’d ever wanted in life. That’s what you were. His most prized possession, his most important person. That alone made everything feel superior. Because it was you doing it.
Enjoying the erotic look on his face, you kept up your motions and continued to stroke the spot below his head, sending him into a frenzy of squirms and whimpers as he grew overstimulated just by the pad of your thumb. His hips bucked up, desperate to get more friction to tip him over the edge of his already approaching orgasm.
“Fuck—Fuck, you have no idea how good this feels.” He uttered under his breath, voice shaking as you rubbed even faster. His whimpers were high-pitched, turning into something more akin to whines as he neared the end; but just as he was reaching the hilt of his pleasure, you pulled your hand away, leaving him to cry and plead for your touch again. 
Seeing him so desperate for it was such a change from his usual self. It was like the roles swapped, and now you were the one that had him wrapped around your finger. You never wanted it to end. You longed to keep what little control over him you had for as long as you could. Plus, he looked cute when he was the one tomato-faced and begging.
Leaning close, you kissed his jaw while he audibly sniffled, reaching up to put your hand behind his head and push it forward to kiss his forming tears away. He whimpered again, one hand clawing the couch while the other flew to your hip. You pecked his face, slowly trailing to his lips so you could kiss, fully entrapping him in the scheme forming in your head. 
Your fingers wrapped around his shaft for a second time, shocking him into pulling away before you pushed your lips against his again, assertive about keeping his mouth against yours. He was already moaning into you, grip growing tight as you began moving your hand up and down his length.
He was practically melting underneath you, arms trembling as your hand worked his hardness, pumping it rapidly. His cries for you were only growing louder, turning into muffled chants about how close he was to finishing. You loved to hear it, but you knew you didn’t want it to end so soon.
Once again, you let go of him, moving off of his lap and taking a seat next to him on your knees while he whined about your second absence. However, his complaints ceased when he realized what you were doing, your head already moving closer to his length and your hand taking its place at the base of it. 
“Wait, wait,” He panicked, trying to stop you, reaching forward to grab some of your hair and pull your head away, “Are—Are you sure you want to do that? It doesn’t taste as good as you might think.”
Your mouth changed from its open “O” into a pout, a frown taking over your features as he stopped you from finishing him off, “I know what I want, Eren. Please let me.”
With your familiar longing gaze piercing his, he was quick to give in and remove his hand from your head, thanking the lord that he held the motivation to wash himself regularly and make sure he was clean every time he interacted with you. Right now you wanted him almost as much as he wanted you, and if you were so certain about it then he wasn’t about to stop that. He needed to take his chance to savor it because god knows how long he’d wanted this and when he'd get another chance. You finally wanted him too, so it would be foolish to stop now.
“Just… don’t push yourself.” He muttered, running his hand down your back while you resumed what you were doing before.
You nodded with a quiet hum, placing a gentle kiss on the head and taking an experimental lick just below. Tracing the pad of your finger up and down his veins, you took in all of the little shudders you managed to coax out of him and began a trail of kisses down the underside of his length. The way he was almost pouting with embarrassment while his cheeks were such a deep shade of red was adorable, it just made you want more. You wondered if this was how he felt about you most of the time, so enamored that he couldn't think about anything other than your face.
Reaching the base with your pecks, his cock twitching every time you made contact, you stuck out your tongue and pressed it against him. Slowly and tediously, you dragged it back up to the top, leaving a trail of saliva in your wake while Eren bit back a whine. A few more frivolous kisses to the tip and you finally took him into your mouth, pushing your tongue against him while you lowered your head as much as you could without gagging.
Lifting your head, you peered up at him, studying his face while you tried to force more into your mouth, unable to fit more than a few inches before tears emerged in the corners of your eyes. He was so big, you could barely get anything in, but that didn’t seem to affect the amount of pleasure it gave him when you finally began bobbing your head. Eren was already turning into a mess again, but the second you started moving the hand on his shaft in rhythm with your mouth, he nearly broke down crying from the feeling. 
Tracing shaky hearts on your back, he stared down at you, trying to burn the image he saw into his memory and lock it away for safekeeping. It was exhilarating to see you like this, so much so that he had to cover his mouth to prevent the moans that slipped out from growing too loud. He couldn’t handle it, especially after being edged twice, he was going to go crazy if you didn’t let him finish this time. 
Holding himself still was the most difficult thing, especially when all he wanted to do was hammer into your throat like there was no tomorrow—but he didn’t want to make you choke on him. Not yet, at least. It felt too early to be that rough with you. 
Being built up and denied satisfaction the last two times meant it wasn't long before the band was stretched again, dangerously close to breaking. The way your tongue pressed against the sensitive spot below his head, the way your fingers curled around him and stroked everything that didn’t fit in your mouth had him gasping for air. It was driving him up the wall, pushing him so close that he could feel himself at the very edge, nearly tumbling over it even if you weren’t the best at what you were doing. 
When your eyes flicked up to meet his, watching his ruby-red and sweat-slicked face twisted with pleasure, he finally snapped. You watched his eyes squeeze shut as he threw his head back, crying out in whimpers as he lost control of his hips through his orgasm, repeatedly chanting “I love you” between swears.
You couldn’t help but gag as more than you could handle was shoved down your throat, eyes going wide as your mouth was coated with a bitter taste that made you wince. You had to pull away while he was still coming, coughing and gagging more at the feeling of his release in your throat while the rest spilled over your hand.
Eren was apologizing under his breath, still struggling through the pleasure of his climax—but you decided to push him the slightest bit further as revenge for making you choke, massaging your finger over the same spot you had earlier and sending a shock through his entire body again. You continued to touch him as you sat up, leaning into him with your head on his shoulder so you could feel the way he shook from the overstimulation. 
“Please—Please, oh my god I can’t take it.” He cried, tears bordering his eyes as you teased him. Seeing that you didn’t want to go too overboard, you decided to give him mercy and let go, watching him go limp as his body finally relaxed. He was panting, covered in sweat like he’d just finished one of the intense basketball scrimmages you used to watch him do, even though he’d only gotten sucked off and pleasured. It was almost cute to you, mostly because it made it much more obvious how much of a hold you had on him, and you enjoyed it. You enjoyed being desired.
  Following a few minutes of quiet, filled only with sounds of his panting and shuffling of you snuggling against his arm, he spoke up again through pants, slowly coming back into his normal headspace that was dedicated to caring for you, “Was… Was that okay? Are you doing okay?”
Your eyes half-lidded while you stared at him from his shoulder, you nodded with a smile spreading across your lips. The bliss of everything was still holding onto you, the giddy feeling that bubbled in your chest stemming from the moments prior. You just wanted to stay like this, cuddled up against him while you relaxed together in sweet silence, only broken occasionally by your back-and-forth comments about aftercare and gentle kisses to his collarbone.
When Eren finally decided to get up, still so delirious from the pleasure that he hadn’t even thought about how you were out of sight, it was only to grab a rag and some water from the kitchen. Then was back on the couch as quickly as he’d left, tidying you up and pulling you into his lap to cradle you. While you clung to him, burying your face into his neck, he leaned forward to grab your shirt from the floor, quickly pulling it over your head so you could get back to cuddling. 
You were feeling oddly clingy, more so than before. You just wanted to stay in his arms, snuggled up to his warm body. It was the most at peace you’d felt since you’d been taken. It felt nice. 
Suddenly pulling you out from your comfort, Eren pushed your face away from his neck, eliciting a whine from you as he grabbed the glass of ice water and brought it up to your lips, “Come on, you should drink. I know that I probably didn’t taste very good…”
Pouty about being pulled away, you snapped back playfully with a raised brow while pushing the glass away, “How would you know what you taste like?” 
His face twisted in embarrassment, his brows furrowing as he stammered trying to explain himself, “Well, I don’t, but I’ve just—I’ve been told it doesn’t taste very good.”
You giggled at his response, “That doesn’t mean you don’t taste good to me,” even though it was true that he tasted rather foul.
Slightly flustered, Eren quickly tried to regain control of the conversation, feigning confidence while placing his hand on your nape to push your face close to his, “Well why don’t you let me have a taste for myself so I can see?”
“Mm, how am I supposed to do that?” You asked.
“Like this.” He replied, pushing his lips against yours and dipping his tongue into your mouth before pulling away just as quickly, leaving you stunned at his sudden shamelessness.  
While you were still staring at him with your mouth slightly agape, he pushed the glass cup into your hands, forcing you to hold it as he guided it up to your mouth. Finally pulled out of your trance, you let out a small sigh and took a sip, the cool water finally washing away the bitter taste his release had left in your mouth. 
“I guess I don’t taste that bad,” He started, which on its own almost caused you to spit out the water, only to be shocked again when he continued the statement, “Or maybe I was just tasting you.”
You nearly choked while trying to swallow, yelling out afterward and slapping his shoulder, “Eren!”
“Shh, shh, just come here so I can hold you again.” He cooed, taking the glass from you and pulling you against him, “My angel.”
Pressing kisses to your head, he smiled as you snuggled into him, nuzzling your nose into the crook of his neck while he pet your hair. With both of you relaxed, it was quiet once more, the two of you cuddled into each other as the silence surrounded you, leaving you both to your thoughts.
Eren was thinking about what you’d said, about what you wanted if you won his “game.” Even if you didn’t remember it in the moment, he would feel bad if he didn’t give it to you eventually. Not to mention, you were smart. You’d end up asking about it again at some point. He knew you would, and the thought of it made him anxious.
It’s not that he didn’t want you to go into his room, it was just that the things he had out would be deathly embarrassing for you to see. Once he got the chance to clean everything up, it would be fine for you to come in. If anything, he wanted you to stay in his room. He wanted to be able to trust you enough to sleep in his bed with him, to experience that kind of deep intimacy with you; but with everything you’d done recently, he still wasn’t sure about it. However, he did have a somewhat peculiar idea about what you could do to gain his trust—one that would get the authorities off of his back too if he played the cards right. Your reaction to the idea would tell him all he needed to know about how much he could trust you too. It was brilliant—at least to him, it was.
As if your minds were parallel to one another, you decided to speak up and ask about what’d been promised to you, “Hey… am I still gonna get my reward since I technically won that game you mentioned?” 
“Funny you say that actually, I was just thinking about it,” he began his reply, tightening his arms around you so that you would be as flush against him, no space separating you, “And I thought about something else we could do that you might like a little more.”
Jumping to the conclusion that he was trying to back out of his past agreement, a frown formed on your face and you opened your mouth to scold him, only to be stopped with a finger pushed to your lips followed by his loud shushing.
“Shh! Just let me finish before you chew me out!” He hushed you, pressing kisses between your wrinkled brows until they relaxed, then continuing, “My idea wasn’t that different from yours. It’s pretty much the same. I’ll let you come into my room tomorrow, except I’ll also let you stay the night with me there.”
Again not allowing him to finish, you interrupted excitedly with a smile already taking over your face, “Really? In your bed? With you?”
Eren already spent many of his nights downstairs with you, but that wasn’t the same as sleeping with him in his bed. Sleeping in his room not only meant you were free from the unfriendly aura of the basement, but that you would have light when you woke up. You could wake up to the warm morning sun for the first time in a month. You’d missed it so much.
“Yes. With me.” He began again, clearing his throat and frowning at your repetitive habit of interrupting him, “But only under one condition.” 
Taking note of his annoyance, you stayed quiet this time, eyeing him as a way of silently asking him to continue.
“You need to call the police department tomorrow morning and tell them you don't want to go home.”
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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?"
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