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Yours to Break.

Pairing: Ex-boyfriend!Eren x F!Reader

Word Count: 9.3K

Summary: No matter how hard you try to stay away from Eren, he always finds a way back to you—and you always let him.

A/N: hihihiya! I hope you enjoy and if you do, please consider to like, reblog and follow :D. I’m always open to give additional headcannons on my fics, so don’t be afraid to fill up my inbox with questions or comments—I’d love to answer them! The ex!bf eren won the poll so here it is. Look forward to the jock!Eren x reader that will come out some time next week (aiming for Tuesday night). Also, thank you for all the love on “What Was Mine.” I’m super glad so many of you enjoyed it :)

Side note (read after you finish fic to avoid spoilers): I know Eren’s pretty toxic in this one (I genuinely didn’t mean to do that lol) but I promise you he gets better over time and him and reader work it out.

(Warnings are below undercut)

Warning(s): Toxic!Eren (sorry), borderline abusive relationship (Eren’s very manipulative), Violent!Eren (but not towards reader), fight scene, possessiveness, angst, jealousy from both sides, insecurity, unprotected sex (wrap your willyyy), p in v, rough sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, marking/biting, dirty talk from Eren, hair pulling, cum eating, fingering, finger sucking

Taglist❣️: @erenjaegerwifee, @m0chamami

Eren Yeager was your first love.

It started in high school, in a cramped math classroom where he took the seat beside you and, with an easy confidence, offered to help when he noticed you struggling. Numbers had always come naturally to him, while you found comfort in words. So when you walked into English class and spotted him flipping aimlessly through the pages of a novel he clearly had no interest in, it only made sense that he patted the seat beside him, smirking as if to say, your turn to return the favor.

He was charming in a way that felt easy, the kind of person who could make anyone laugh with little effort, who was liked by everyone without even trying. And he knew it. He took advantage of the way you got flustered when he leaned in too close, how your gaze would drop to your desk anytime he said something bold, teasing you just enough to make your stomach tighten in that unfamiliar, fluttering way.

At some point, he asked for your number. It started off as innocent as it could be—just conversations about homework and upcoming assignments, exchanging notes before tests. But before long, the texts became less about school and more about each other. Late-night messages filled with inside jokes, subtle flirting that you’d overanalyze before falling asleep.

Then, one day, he asked if you wanted to hang out after school. You said yes, and sitting in his car, parked in a quiet lot, he turned to you and asked you out on your first real date. From that moment on, Eren was yours, and you were his.

For three years, life was blissful.

Then, in your first year of university, something shifted. Eren changed.

The boy who had once been so easygoing, so secure, had suddenly become possessive. At first, it was subtle—an offhand remark about how a guy in your class seemed too friendly, a joke about how you were too nice for your own good. But soon, it escalated. If you had a male partner for a group project, Eren had to be present, insisting it was only to “keep an eye on things.” The first time he said that, you could only stare at him, stunned into silence.

He had never been this way before. He had never cared if you had male friends, never acted as if he didn’t trust you.

"Why would you even think that?" you had asked him, incredulous, because you had done nothing—absolutely nothing—to warrant the suspicion lacing his voice. But he brushed it off, called it a joke, even though there was nothing funny about the way he was suddenly scrutinizing your every move.

You should have left then. You should have realized that love wasn’t supposed to feel like walking on eggshells, wasn’t supposed to be a constant battle to prove your loyalty to someone who once trusted you implicitly. But the thought of leaving him was suffocating. You didn’t know how to exist in a world where he wasn’t yours, where you weren’t his. So, you bit your tongue every time he accused you of things you hadn’t done. You let it slide when he checked your phone, when he questioned why a guy had liked your photo, when he made you feel like you had to explain yourself for things that never needed an explanation before.

And you endured it all—until the night of your best friend’s birthday.

She had gone all out, booking a VIP section at one of the best clubs in the city, followed by a stay at a high-end hotel where everyone would unwind, sober up, and just enjoy each other’s company. The moment you told Eren about it, he made his stance clear—he didn’t want you to go. You weren’t surprised. You had skipped out on nearly every get-together in the past year to appease him, and on the rare occasions you did go, Eren had been right there with you, monitoring, hovering, making it painfully obvious that he didn’t like or trust your friends and your friends felt the same way about him.

They had been in your ear for months now, warning you that his behavior was concerning, that he was controlling every aspect of your life. The worst part? They weren’t wrong. You just weren’t ready to admit it yet.

So this time, you refused to back down. You had to go—if not for yourself, then at least for the people who had been patiently waiting for you to come to your senses.

Eren wasn’t happy, but there wasn’t much he could do about it. Instead, he settled for damage control, reminding you—no, demanding—that you answer every single one of his messages throughout the night and call him the second you want to go home and he’ll pick you up. Because god forbid you stay the night with your girlfriends. God forbid he didn’t have a grip on you, even for just one evening.

You smoothed your hands down the fabric of your dress, adjusting the hem before stepping out of your room. The black bodycon hugged every curve, accentuating the shape Eren had always been so possessive over. And judging by the way his eyes darkened the moment he saw you, that possessiveness was alive and well.

His gaze swept over you slowly, his jaw tightening. He didn’t say a word at first, just exhaled through his nose like he was biting his tongue. It was rare for him to hold back, but you knew exactly why he did—because if he started an argument now, there was a chance you’d walk out of this apartment and ignore his messages for the rest of the night.

And Eren couldn’t have that.

So instead of criticizing your outfit, he did what he always did. He pulled you into him, his hands trailing down your waist, pressing flush against the fabric he so clearly disapproved of. His lips ghosted over your cheek before dipping lower, warm breath fanning over the sensitive skin of your neck. Then, before you could react, he sucked at the spot beneath your jaw, just enough to leave a mark.

You let out a sharp whine, shoving at his chest. “Eren.”

He smirked, fingers tracing over the faint bruise he’d left behind like a signature. “M’sorry, baby,” he murmured, though he sounded anything but apologetic. “You just look so good. Smell good, too.”

You sighed, shaking your head. You knew what he was doing. He’d played this game before, trying to soften you up with kisses and sweet words, hoping you’d decide to stay in instead. But tonight, you weren’t falling for it.

“Come on, ‘ren,” you said, stepping back before he could try again. “I’m gonna be late.”

The corner of his mouth twitched downward, a heavy exhale slipping past his lips. He looked like he wanted to argue, but he must’ve realized it was pointless. Without another word, he grabbed his keys and his jacket, leading you out to the car.

The drive to the club was quiet. His hand rested on your thigh like it always did, but there was a stiffness to his touch, like he was holding something back. When he pulled up to the entrance, he reached for his phone and sent you a notification.

“There. Sent you money for drinks,” he said, his voice low. “Text me if you need anything. Call me when you leave.”

You glanced at your phone before looking back at him. His green eyes locked onto yours, intense and expectant, waiting for you to promise you’d do exactly as he asked.

You leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. “Thanks, ‘ren. I’ll see you later.”

He didn’t look satisfied, but he let you go, watching as you stepped out of the car and made your way toward the entrance.

Inside, the club was already packed. Music thrummed through the walls, shaking the floor beneath your heels as you moved through the crowd. Your friends spotted you before you even had a chance to search for them, waving you over with excited grins.

The night started exactly as planned—shots, music, laughter, all of it. You danced with your girlfriends in the middle of the club, letting loose, letting the alcohol warm your veins and wash away the stress. A few guys—friends of your friends from university—joined in, pairing off with the girls around you. You weren’t interested, content just dancing with them, but then—

You felt hands wrap around your waist.

You stiffened immediately, your body reacting before your mind could catch up. The touch was unwelcome, unfamiliar, and when you tried to pull away, the grip only tightened. The man behind you was drunk—too drunk to register your discomfort, too drunk to listen to your protests. You shoved at his arms, twisting in his grip. “Hey—let go.”

He didn’t.

Instead, he chuckled, slurring something incoherent into your ear as he held on tighter. Eventually, you stomped on his foot hard enough with your heel that he let go, but the damage had already been done. 

Somewhere in the crowd, a camera was on. 

You didn’t know who recorded it, didn’t know how it got out so fast, but somehow, the video landed in front of Eren. Some guy—one of the ones dancing with your friends—had been filming his own night, oblivious to what he was capturing in the background: you, struggling against a man who wouldn’t take no for an answer.

Eren follows that guy and by chance, viewed his story. And he saw everything.

By the time you finally ripped yourself from the stranger’s grip and rushed back to the VIP room, dragging your friends with you, your phone was already blowing up with notifications. Call after call. Message after message.

 What the fuck?

Who the fuck was that?

Pick up the damn phone.

Answer me.

Your stomach churned. You sat down, fingers flying across your screen as you started typing an explanation, but no response. You sat on the couch, in distress. Your friends pried, asking what was wrong, but you played it off, painting a smile on your face. “Nothing! I’m just a little overwhelmed from all the drinks and dancing. You guys should get some more drinks, I’ll join you in a bit.” 

The girls nod and make their way back to the bar. The moment the last girl leaves, your attention is back on your phone. 16 minutes have passed and still no response. You chew at your lip. You knew it was only a matter of time before his face appeared here. 

And you were right. 

The door to the VIP room slammed open.

Eren stormed in, his eyes locking onto yours. They were sharp, furious, burning with an intensity that made your breath hitch. You stand up to explain yourself, praying to get an explanation in before he rains hell on you. 

“Eren, I didn’t—”

“Save it,” he cut you off, voice low, edged with something dangerous. “I don’t wanna fucking hear it.”

He didn’t give you a chance to argue, didn’t wait for an explanation. He grabbed your wrist and pulled you, dragging you through the club. You followed, chest tight with unease, because you knew—knew the second you got in the car, he was going to explode.

But the universe had other plans.

Before you could reach the exit, a body stumbled into Eren’s path, swaying with the weight of too much alcohol and poor decisions.

It was him.

The same guy from before. The same hands that had grabbed at you, the same slurred voice that had whispered too close to your ear. His eyes were glazed over, unfocused, but the smirk he wore was clear as day. He was saying something, words too muddled to make out over the bass of the music, but whatever it was—Eren understood. His shoulders tensed, jaw locking so tightly it looked like it might snap. You barely had time to react, to process the moment, before—

Crack.

The first punch landed so fast, so brutally, you almost didn’t register what had happened. The guy’s head snapped to the side, his body crumbling beneath the force of Eren’s knuckles meeting his jaw. A choked grunt left his lips as he staggered back, crashing into a nearby table, sending glasses and bottles tumbling to the floor in a shatter of glass and spilled liquor.

Gasps rippled through the club. The air shifted, charged with electricity, the weight of too many eyes turning to watch the scene unfold.

But Eren wasn’t finished.

He was on him before the guy could even think about recovering. Grabbing the front of his shirt, he yanked him forward, then sent another devastating punch across his face, knuckles colliding with bone. The guy groaned, his head snapping back with the impact, but Eren didn’t stop. His rage was relentless, a force of nature that had no intention of slowing down.

Another punch. Then another.

The force of each hit sent dull, sickening thuds reverberating through the air. Blood smeared across Eren’s knuckles, staining his skin as his breathing grew heavier, more ragged.

“Eren,” you gasped, reaching out instinctively, but he wasn’t listening.

He couldn’t hear anything over the white-hot fury roaring in his ears.

The guy was barely putting up a fight, too drunk and dazed to do anything but weakly raise his hands in a feeble attempt to block the blows. But Eren didn’t care. He just kept going, pinning him to the floor with his weight, his fist drawing back once more—

Until strong arms wrapped around him from behind. The bouncer.

It took everything in him to haul Eren off, muscles straining as he pried him away from the bloodied, barely conscious man beneath him.

“Enough, man! That’s enough!” the bouncer barked, struggling to keep a firm hold as Eren thrashed against his grip.

The guy’s friends rushed to his side, helping him up, but he could barely stand, his legs wobbling beneath him as he slumped into their arms. Blood dripped from his nose, from the corner of his mouth, smearing across his cheek in messy streaks.

You swallow hard, the weight of a hundred eyes pressing into your back as you force your legs to move. Shame coils in your stomach, heavy and suffocating, burning hotter with every step you take toward the exit. You don’t need to turn around to know your friends are still watching—silent, wide-eyed, exchanging looks you can’t bring yourself to decipher.

You just keep walking, head low, body tense, each step dragging under the weight of everything that just happened. The pulsing beat of the club feels like it’s mocking you now, a steady thrum against your ribs as you push past the crowd, past the mess Eren left behind, past the whispers and the stares. The moment you step outside, the cool night air hits you like a slap to the face.

Eren stands a few feet away, back against the wall, shoulders still rising and falling with the remnants of adrenaline surging through his veins. The bouncer is in front of him, speaking low, one hand raised in an attempt to keep him grounded, to keep him from snapping again.

Eren doesn’t look like he’s listening.

His hands are still clenched at his sides, blood smeared across his knuckles, a muscle ticking in his jaw. He’s seething, barely restrained, like a live wire just waiting to spark. You hesitate for a second, nerves twisting in your gut, but then you take a deep breath and step forward. The gravel crunches beneath your heels, and at the sound, Eren’s head snaps up.

His eyes find yours instantly.

And just like that, the bouncer’s words fade into the background. Whatever thin thread of patience was keeping Eren in place? Gone.

He pushes off the wall, rising to his full height, and you swear the air shifts. The tension is palpable, thick and suffocating as he takes a step toward you. His expression is unreadable—stormy, dangerous, still brimming with barely restrained fury.

You open your mouth, not even sure what you’re going to say, but you don’t get the chance to speak.

“Let’s go.”

His voice is rough, tight, leaving no room for argument. There’s no question of whether or not you’ll follow him. It’s a command, plain and simple.

Then he turns, not waiting for a response, and starts walking toward the car—expecting you to do the only thing you can.

Follow.

But you don’t.

Not after what you just saw.

Your body refuses to obey, frozen in place as a cold, creeping realization sinks into your bones. Eren takes a few more steps, fully expecting you to fall in line like you always do—but when he doesn’t hear the familiar rhythm of your heels clicking against the pavement behind him, he stops. 

Slowly, he turns, and that’s when he sees it.

The look in your eyes.

It’s not anger. It’s not disappointment. It’s something far worse.

Fear.

His chest tightens, the breath leaving his lungs in a slow, staggering exhale.

Eren’s seen you upset before. He’s seen you roll your eyes at him, huff in frustration when he’s being stubborn, even cry when things got too overwhelming. But never—not once—has he seen you look at him like this. Like you don’t recognize him. Like you’re not sure if it’s safe to be near him.

A sharp, ugly pang of regret twists in his gut. His fingers flex at his sides, still smeared with the remnants of his outburst. He doesn’t even remember throwing that first punch—doesn’t remember the decision, just the impact, just the raw, unchecked fury that swallowed him whole the second he saw that guy put his hands on you.

This wasn’t supposed to happen.

The club doors swing open behind you, breaking the suffocating silence.

“Don’t.”

Your friend’s voice is sharp with concern, and then she’s right there beside you, eyes scanning your face before snapping to Eren. Her grip on your arm tightens slightly, grounding you.

“She’s not going with you,” she says firmly, her tone leaving no room for argument.

Eren’s jaw tenses. His shoulders rise and fall with a deep breath, but he doesn’t respond. He doesn’t look at her. He only looks at you. 

Waiting. Pleading. Silently praying for you to tell her she’s wrong. That you’re still his. That you’re coming home with him.

Your friend gently pulls you closer, lowering her voice as she leans in. “Stay with us. Stay with me,” she urges. “You know you’re more than welcome to.”

You hesitate, one last glance at Eren, but the answer is already clear. You nod.

That’s all it takes.

Your other friends begin trickling out of the club, surrounding you in a quiet show of support. And Eren—Eren just stands there, watching it all unfold. Watching as you choose to stay. Watching as the space between you stretches wider and wider, until it feels impossible to cross.

Your heart pounds against your ribs, and for the first time tonight, you feel the weight of everything settle over you. You don’t want to get in that car. You don’t want to sit in silence while he stews in his anger. You don’t want to go home with a version of Eren you don’t recognize.

Something in Eren’s face cracks. It’s small, barely noticeable to anyone else, but you see it. You see the way his brows pinch together, the brief flicker of pain behind his eyes before he locks it all away. 

Eren exhales through his nose, dragging a hand down his face. He nods once, more to himself than anyone else.

And then, without another word, he turns and walks away.

You don’t watch him go. You can’t.

Because deep down, you know.

That was the end of you and Eren.

—

The first month without Eren felt like a drug withdrawal. 

Your friends had to step in, blocking his number on your phone because they knew you wouldn’t. They were the ones who went back to your shared apartment, packing up your things and returning them to you in silent understanding—because if it had been up to you, you would have walked through that door and never left.

You weren’t strong enough to face him. To see the place where your life with him once existed.

So you let them handle it.

And in the weeks that followed, it felt like you cried enough tears to drown in.

Everything felt hollow. Your bed, too big. Your room, too quiet. Your days, a haze of exhaustion that you couldn’t shake, no matter how much sleep you got—though sleep rarely came easy. Your body ached for something familiar, something warm, something safe. But the only thing that had ever felt like home was the very thing you had to stay away from.

Eren.

Your friends were your lifeline, your anchor in the storm that threatened to pull you under. They kept you moving, kept you functioning. They took turns staying over, making sure you ate, helping you through assignments when even the simplest tasks felt impossible. They covered for you in class, took notes, did everything they could to make sure you didn’t fall apart completely.

Because you couldn’t face campus.

Not when you knew he was there.

So you hid.

You spent hours in the library, surrounded by books, teaching yourself the material from the safety of quiet corners where you knew he wouldn’t find you. Where no one would look at you with pity or whisper about what happened. Where you could pretend, just for a little while, that you were fine.

But the second month was different.

The second month, you forced yourself to return to class.

And the very first lecture you walked into—he was there.

Your heart lurched before you could stop it, the reaction so deeply ingrained that it disgusted you. Because even after everything, even after what he did, some part of you still longed for him.

But you didn’t let yourself look at him.

You didn’t need to.

You felt his eyes on you the second you walked through the door.

He was waiting for you.

You knew it before you even sat down. Before you even heard from your friends that he had been asking about you. That he had been the one sending them notes, making sure you didn’t fall behind. That he had been looking for you, searching for any trace of you on campus.

You didn’t know any of that then.

All you knew was that you couldn’t give him the satisfaction of acknowledging him.

So you took a seat on the opposite side of the lecture hall, your posture rigid, your focus locked on the professor, even as you felt the weight of his stare.

Unfortunately, avoiding him wasn’t as easy as you hoped. You had chosen your classes together, planned your schedules to align—because, back then, you had never considered a world where you wouldn’t be by each other’s side.

And now, you were paying the price.

He was in most of your classes. Which meant he was always there. Always watching.

Never approaching.

Just watching.

Sometimes he would get distracted, pulled into conversation with his friends, and you would take the opportunity to slip out unnoticed. But most of the time, you had to move. Had to find new places to sit, new spots to claim as your own. Because he had taken over the one you used to share, as if holding onto it would somehow bring you back.

But it never did. Because you knew better now.

You reminded yourself every single day that Eren was bad for you. That you left for a reason. That no matter how much you missed him, no matter how much his absence burned, going back would only mean getting hurt all over again.

And you wouldn’t survive it a second time.

By the third month, you were starting to feel like yourself again.

The ache in your chest was still there, but it was duller now—less consuming. There were even days when Eren didn’t cross your mind at all. Small, fleeting moments where you were too busy laughing with friends, too immersed in your coursework, too wrapped up in your own life to remember the ghost of what used to be.

You had caught up with all your class material, no longer drowning under the weight of everything you had missed. You even started going out again, slowly reclaiming the pieces of yourself you had lost along the way.

But parties were different.

Parties meant a high probability of running into him.

And you weren’t sure you were ready for that.

The first time your friends convinced you to go out, you had braced yourself for it—for the possibility of seeing him across the room, for the way it might send you spiraling. But he wasn’t there. Or if he was, he stayed buried in the crowd, out of your sight, allowing you to actually enjoy yourself for the first time in months.

You had smiled that night. Laughed. Felt alive in a way you hadn’t in so long that your friends took notice.

Which was exactly how you ended up here.

“I don’t know… I really don’t wanna go,” you sigh, flopping onto your bed as your best friend digs through your closet. “He’s going to be there. I know it.”

She rolls her eyes, unfazed. “And? You can’t let Eren stop you from living your life.” She turns, leveling you with a look. “You’re bound to see him at graduation. What, are you gonna skip that too just because he’ll be there?”

You glare. She has a point, but you don’t want to admit it.

“I just don’t see why we have to go to this party,” you argue, grasping at straws. “It’s a frat party for the football team’s season finale win. Eren is the quarterback. That’s literally his event.”

“Which is exactly why you should go,” she counters. “Show him you don’t care. Show him you’ve moved on.”

You scoff, unconvinced.

She sighs, dramatic and exasperated. “Besides,” she says, wiggling her eyebrows, “that cute guy from Kirstein’s party—Porco, right?—he’s gonna be there. Maybe you two can finally hit it off.”

Your stomach twists, and you don’t know if it’s from nerves or uncertainty.

You hesitate.

Because deep down, you know she’s right.

You’ve spent the last three months avoiding Eren, avoiding anything that might put you in his orbit again. But that fear has kept you from actually living, from moving forward, from proving to yourself that you can be okay without him.

And you want to be okay.

So you exhale, pushing past the doubts clawing at the back of your mind.

“Fine,” you mutter, crossing your arms. “But if it sucks, I’m leaving early.”

Your best friend grins, victorious. “Deal.”

—

You step into the crowded frat house, the noise and chaos of the party immediately hitting you. The sharp stench of alcohol, weed, and sweat clings to the air, mixing with the heavy bass of the music that rattles the walls. It’s so loud, your ears ache, and the vibrations almost drown out your own thoughts. People are packed into every corner, some stumbling around in drunken oblivion, others caught up in their own heated conversations, laughing and shouting to be heard.

Your friends immediately vanish into the mass of bodies, their laughter and voices lost in the tide of noise. You can barely catch a glimpse of their heads as they weave through the crowd. You sigh, already feeling the weight of isolation. You should’ve pregamed, should’ve had a drink or two to take the edge off, but you figured you’d be alright. Now you curse to yourself. 

The feeling of being an outsider gnaws at you as you weave your way toward the back of the house, looking for some reprieve from the madness. The music seems slightly quieter in the corner, the people fewer and farther between. You make your way to the counter, pouring yourself a crappy, sour concoction. It’s just something to occupy your hands, something to take your mind off the fact that you're surrounded by a sea of people, yet feel utterly alone.

You lean against the counter awkwardly, your fingers tapping the rim of your cup as you survey the scene. The longer you stand there, the more you realize how much you wish you didn’t feel so out of place. It’s supposed to be fun, right? You’re supposed to be enjoying yourself, yet all you can think about is what’s happening on the other side of the room.

And then you see him.

Your breath catches in your throat, and your heart skips a beat. His green eyes find yours almost immediately, locking with yours from across the room, and for a moment, the noise of the party seems to fade. It’s just you and him, that intense, familiar gaze burning into you. Your stomach flutters, your pulse quickening as you instinctively look away, embarrassed by the sheer weight of his stare. But even as you force yourself to focus on anything but him, your brain locks the image of him in that moment in a way that feels almost intrusive. You can’t unsee it.

There he is, sitting on a couch, looking effortlessly handsome as always. His friends are scattered around him, but it’s the girls that draw your attention. They’re all over him, leaning into him, touching his arm or laughing too loudly at everything he says. Their eyes are bright, eager, like they’re competing for his attention. The sight makes your chest tighten in an unfamiliar, raw way. You hate it. You hate how your stomach twists in jealousy, how your pulse spikes as you watch them cling to him, as if they’re the ones who belong there, the ones who get to be close to him.

It’s ridiculous.

You have no right to feel this way, but there it is. The jealousy. The sharp, bitter ache in your chest.

Eren, oblivious or maybe not, remains relaxed, his attention still half on the crowd and half on whatever conversation his friends are having. A beer bottle rests lazily in his hand, and yet you can’t help but feel that he’s watching you too. Noticing you. It’s like he’s waiting for you to react, to do something, anything, just so he can watch you squirm. 

So, you decide to play his game. If he’s having fun, then why shouldn’t you? The burn of his gaze on your back is unbearable, but you’re not about to let it control you. You clutch your drink a little too tightly and step toward the nearest guy—a random face you don’t even recognize. Without hesitating, you drag him to the dance floor, your body moving to the beat of the music as it blares in your ears.

The guy seems more than happy to comply, his hands moving almost immediately to your waist as you both start dancing. You can feel his eyes on you, a heat that sears through the crowd, but you refuse to give in. You tilt your head back, letting out a laugh at whatever nonsense the guy is saying, letting the music drown out the weight of Eren’s presence. You want him to see. You want him to feel the sting of watching you, of knowing he has no claim on you anymore.

The night carries on, and so does the game. You're all over the place, hopping from one group to the next—dancing with the guy, laughing with your friends, joining in on a game of beer pong. You’re doing everything you can to avoid Eren. When you make your way down to the basement for beer pong, you know before even turning around that he’s there. Right behind you, close enough that you catch the faintest trace of his cologne beneath the scent of alcohol and sweat. And because he’s there, so is everyone else. A crowd follows, drawn in by him like gravity, but you don’t care.

You don’t acknowledge him. You don’t spare him even a glance. Instead, you make it your mission to rub it in his face.

Beer pong used to be your thing. You and Eren were practically unbeatable. But tonight, you’re not teaming up with him. You find a random guy and start the game with him, your laughter filling the air as you take your shots. The game ends, and you lose—your partner was terrible, after all. But it didn’t matter because you were having fun.

Even though the guy was terrible at beer pong and completely clueless, there was something undeniably cute about him. You couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes lingered on you, like he was captivated, and the more you chatted, the more it seemed like he was genuinely into you. Honestly, it wasn’t the worst thing. He was easy to talk to, lighthearted, and in the moment, you found yourself enjoying the attention.

You stepped outside for a break, finding a chair near the backyard to cool off. The chill air did wonders against the heat of the party, and for a brief moment, you let yourself enjoy the solitude.

Of course, the rando followed. He sat down beside you, leaning back casually, his presence comfortable in a way that didn’t feel forced. You had a casual conversation—mostly about the party, how much fun you were having—but you could tell where this was going. His eyes had a certain gleam, the kind that made your stomach flip with unease but also something else—something more promiscuous.

Then, just as you were about to stand and go back inside, he leaned in closer, his voice low and smooth as he whispered, “Wanna get out of here?”

You almost said yes. Almost.

But before you could respond, a strong hand wrapped around your arm and yanked you to your feet. The sudden force took you off guard, your body jerked backward, and you barely had time to blink before you were being dragged back into the house. You glanced up, heart sinking, and sure enough, it was Eren. His grip tightened around your arm, pulling you through the crowd like you didn’t have a say in the matter.

You tried to break free, your heels digging into the floor, but it was useless—Eren’s hold was ironclad. He didn’t give you a chance to fight back, leading you down the hall toward the laundry room. The door creaked as he shoved it open, the dim light flickering above. Without a word, he stepped inside and pulled you after him, letting the door fall shut behind you with a quiet thud.

Your heart skipped, irritation flooding your chest as you pulled against him. “What the fuck is your problem?” you snapped, voice trembling with a mix of anger and confusion.

He didn’t even flinch. He stepped closer, his presence looming over you, dominating. His jaw was tight, clenched in frustration, eyes darker than you’d ever seen. You could practically feel the heat radiating off him.

"You are my fucking problem," he growled, his voice like gravel, rough and unforgiving.

The air between you two thickened, suffocating. He was close—way too close—his chest brushing yours, his breath heavy with alcohol and desperation. The faint scent of his cologne lingered in the space between you, and it hit you harder than you expected. You tried to ignore it, but it made your heart race.

He stepped forward, his eyes narrowing as his voice dropped lower. "You really thought I was gonna let you leave with some random asshole?"

You recoiled, your chest tightening with frustration. You fought the urge to push him away, the words already on the tip of your tongue. "It’s none of your business, Eren," you snapped, your own voice shaking with a mixture of defiance and frustration.

Eren’s lips curled into a humorless smile, but the anger in his eyes was sharper than ever. “The fuck it isn’t,” he spat, his voice filled with venom.

Your chest rises and falls as you try to steady your breathing, but it's impossible with Eren this close, the heat of his body searing through the tiny space between you. His jaw is clenched, eyes burning with something between anger and desperation.

"You don’t get it, do you?" Your voice shakes as you step back, putting distance between you. "You’re bad for me, Eren. You always have been."

His jaw tenses, hands balling into fists at his sides. "And you think you’re any fucking better for me?" He takes a step closer, eyes locked onto yours. "You think I don’t know how much we fuck each other up?"

"Then why do you keep coming back?" you demand, voice cracking despite your best efforts. "Why can’t you just let me go?"

Eren exhales sharply through his nose, a bitter smile tugging at his lips. "You think I haven’t tried?" His voice is rough, wrecked. "I’ve done everything I fucking can to move on. To stop thinking about you." His hands twitch like he wants to grab you, but he forces them to stay at his sides. "But every time I try, I just end up right back here. Right back to you."

Your throat tightens, and you shake your head. "This isn’t love, Eren. It’s just something we don’t know how to quit."

He exhales sharply, jaw clenching. "Maybe I don’t want to quit." His voice is rough, ragged. "Maybe I’d rather ruin myself than live a life without you."

His words slam into you like a wrecking ball, knocking the breath from your lungs. Your mind screams at you to walk away, to end this now, but your heart betrays you. You don’t move when he presses closer, don’t push him away when his fingers finally brush against your skin.

"Tell me to leave," he breathes, lips ghosting over your jaw. "Tell me you don’t want this, and I swear to god, I’ll walk out that door and never look back."

But you don’t say a word. Because you can’t. Because you do want this.

Eren sees the answer in your silence before you do. A dark smirk ghosts over his lips, a glint of triumph flashing in those wild green eyes. "That’s what I thought."

His lips are on you before you can protest, his hands gripping your waist, pulling you flush against him. The second you kiss him back, it’s over. The tension, the months of pent-up frustration, the unbearable need—you both snap. Months of anger, heartbreak—it all ignites in a way that’s so ferocious, so consuming, that your knees nearly buckle beneath you.

His hands are everywhere—gripping your waist, sliding up your sides, pulling you impossibly close until there’s not even an inch of space between you. You’re supposed to shove him away. You’re supposed to hate him. But when his hands slip down, fingers digging into your thighs, lifting you onto the edge of the dryer, you don’t protest. You can’t.

“Fuck, I missed this,” he breathes against your lips, his voice rough, desperate. His hands tighten around your thighs, spreading them so he can step between them, pressing himself against you. “Missed you.”

Your fingers tangle in his hair, yanking him back up so you can crash your lips onto his again, swallowing the low groan he lets out as you roll your hips against him. His grip tightens—possessive, desperate—as he presses you harder against the cool metal, his body heat swallowing you whole.

“This whole time,” he mutters against your lips, voice low and wrecked, “you’ve been acting like you can move on, like you’re fucking over me.” His fingers dig into your hips, keeping you right where he wants you. “But I see you, baby. You burn for me just as much as I burn for you.”

You hate how true it is. Hate how easily he reads you. 

His hands slide up your thighs, bunching up your dress, fingers teasing along the bare skin underneath. His lips are everywhere—trailing down your neck, over your collarbone, his breath hot and heavy against your skin.

“Tell me to stop,” he murmurs, his voice all smooth arrogance, all cocky challenge as he drags his lips back up to your ear. “Go ahead. Push me away. Walk out that door.”

Your breathing is ragged, your fingers curling around the fabric of his shirt like it’s the only thing keeping you upright. You should push him away. You should leave.

But instead, you whisper, “I hate you.”

Eren smirks. “Liar.”

Then his hands are on you again, and this time, there’s no stopping it.

“Eren—” you whimper.

“Shh.” His teeth graze the side of your throat, nipping at your skin before soothing it with his tongue. His breath is hot against your ear, sending a violent shiver down your spine. “You can pretend all you want, but I know you, baby.” His hands slide higher, thumbs brushing over sensitive skin, making your breath hitch. “I know you still belong to me.”

Your nails dig into his shoulders as he presses his body against yours, hips rolling forward in a slow, deliberate grind. The hard press of him makes your breath stutter, makes heat coil deep in your stomach. You arch into him as he sucks a mark onto your skin, claiming you in a way that makes your head spin.

“You gonna keep lying to me, baby?” Eren mutters, voice thick with amusement. His fingers trace slow, lazy circles over your thighs, his movements teasing, controlled.

You open your mouth to snap at him, to tell him to shut up, to stop playing games—but before you can, he grabs the thin fabric of your dress and rips. The sound of tearing cloth barely registers before his hands are on you, gripping your breast, his mouth attaching to your sensitive tit. 

You gasp, fingers curling into his shoulders, legs wrapping around his waist, bringing him impossibly closer. He rolls his hips into yours, pressing the full length of himself against you, a broken whimper slips past your lips.

"Feel that?" he breathes, voice thick with need. "All for you, baby."

Then his fingers finally move between your legs, brushing over your thin, damp fabric keeping him from what he really wants. His smirk deepens. "Tell me what you want. Beg for it."

Your breath stutters. He’s playing with you, dragging this out just to watch you fall apart. You hate him. You hate how good he is at this—how he knows exactly what to say, exactly how to touch you to make you melt.

But you’re not giving in that easily.

“Fuck you,” you snap, but it comes out shaky, breathless—less of a threat and more of a plea.

Eren grins, like he’s thriving off your frustration, like it only makes this better for him.

“Oh, you will,” he purrs, dragging his lips down your jaw, your throat, sucking another mark onto your skin like he wants it tattooed there. His teeth graze your pulse, and you can’t stop the way your body jerks toward him.

“Fuck,” he groans, pressing his forehead against yours for just a second, his grip tightening. “Look at you.” His fingers press against the wet spot, slow and teasing, and you whimper. His favorite sound. “So fucking wet for me, and you wanna sit here and tell me you hate me?”

You bite your lip hard, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a response.

But then he hooks a finger under the waistband of your panties, pulling it down, and fuck—

“You’re soaked, baby,” Eren moans like it’s the hottest thing he’s ever seen, his head tipping back, his fingers barely dipping into your heat. “God, I fucking knew it.”

Your body betrays you, bucking against his hand, and Eren laughs. 

“There she is,” he murmurs, lips brushing against your ear as he slowly, slowly drags his fingers up your slick folds. “Knew you’d stop pretending eventually.”

You should tell him to shut up. You should shove him away.

But when two fingers slip inside you, curling just right, pressing against that spot that makes you see stars–

All you can do is moan his name.

And Eren loses it. 

“Fuck, baby,” he groans, lips crashing into yours again, swallowing every sound you make. His fingers fuck into you, deep and slow, his palm rubbing against your clit just enough to make you tremble. Your hands claw at his shoulders, your head falling back against the dryer as he works you open, stretching you out with his fingers, his mouth kissing your pretty titties before trailing down to your belly button. You’re falling apart, barely holding on, your whole body trembling, burning.

And Eren knows it. Feels it.

“That’s right, baby,” he whispers, voice thick, lips dragging back up so he can see your face as his fingers fuck into you harder, deeper. “Cum for me.”

And you do.

Your body shatters, waves of pleasure crashing over you so violently you think you might black out. Eren groans as you clench around his fingers, watching every second of it with hooded, hungry eyes, like he’s memorizing the way you come undone for him.

“Fuck, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he breathes, his free hand cupping your jaw, forcing you to look at him as he drags you through it, fucking you with his fingers until you’re shaking, whimpering, completely wrecked.

Then—without breaking eye contact—he pulls his fingers out, glistening with your release, and licks them clean.

Your whole body burns at the sight.

Eren groans, closing his eyes briefly before he looks at you again, smirking. “Goddamn. You taste even better than I remember.”

You’re still gasping for air when his hands grab your thighs, pulling you flush against him again.

“My turn, baby,” he murmurs, his voice thick with need. He grinds against you, and fuck—he’s so hard it makes your mouth go dry. “This is what you do to me.”

Your head is still spinning, but when you feel him reach for his belt, your heart beats faster. Eren’s belt hits the floor and your whole body tenses, every nerve ending on fire. Your thighs are still shaking from your last orgasm, but Eren—cocky and relentless—grins down at you like he’s just getting started.

“We both know you’re not leaving until I’ve fucked you so good you forget why you left me in the first place.”

You don’t get a chance to argue because suddenly his hands are gripping your thighs, yanking you to the edge of the dryer, forcing your legs wide open. And then—fuck—he’s pushing inside, and your brain short-circuits.

You can’t think. You can’t breathe. You can’t do anything but gasp as Eren buries himself inside you, slow and deep, stretching you in a way that has your head tipping back, your fingers clawing at his shoulders.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Eren groans, his forehead dropping to yours, his hands digging into your waist like he’s losing his mind. “Still so fucking tight.” Your breath stutters. Your legs tremble. And then Eren pulls out just to slam back in, knocking the air straight from your lungs.

Your nails dig into his skin, and Eren grins like he loves it. “Yeah? Feels good?” he pants, dragging his lips down your throat, sucking another mark into your skin. “Tell me, baby.” You can’t form words. Can’t do anything but whimper, moan, cling to him like you’ll fall apart if he stops.

Eren fucking thrives off it.

“C’mon, use that pretty mouth, sweetheart,” he taunts, rolling his hips in a way that has your whole body convulsing. “Tell me how much you fucking love this.”

You want to fight it. You want to bite back.

But then he grinds deep, his fingers brutal on your thighs, and—fuck—you break.

“So fucking good,” you gasp, damn near crying as your head tips back, giving yourself over to him completely. “Eren, please.”

Eren’s groan is animalistic, his grip tightening as he picks up the pace, snapping his hips into you over and over, fucking you so deep you see white. “Yeah? Missed this cock that much?” he growls, his teeth grazing your ear, his breath hot against your skin. “Missed me that much?”

Your whole body shudders because—fuck—you did. You hate how much you did. Eren knows.

“That’s what I thought,” he murmurs, grabbing your jaw, forcing your teary, fucked-out gaze on him. “You can’t stay away from me, baby. You never could.”

His thumb brushes your lips, and without thinking, you part them, sucking it into your mouth, letting your tongue flick over the tip. Eren’s breath stutters. “Fuck,” he chokes out, his body trembling against yours as he watches you. “You’re gonna fucking kill me.”

You smirk, flicking your tongue against his thumb again, and Eren snaps. His pace turns brutal, desperate, unhinged, his grip bruising as he drives himself deeper, harder, faster, like he’s trying to ruin you. Like he’s trying to make sure you never forget who you belong to. 

“Not letting you go again,” he pants against your lips, each word punctuated by a sharp, punishing thrust. “Not fucking happening.” The dryer beneath you shakes, slamming against the wall by the force of his thrusts. You break around him, legs trembling, body shaking, a sob of pleasure ripping from your throat.

Eren follows seconds later, burying himself as deep as he can groaning, “fuck, m’gonna breed this fucking pussy. Make you all round and full with my kid. Bet you’d fucking love that shit.” He bites down on your ear, his whole body tensing as he spills inside you. 

And even then, even when he’s breathless and spent, he doesn’t let go.

His arms stay wrapped around you, his lips press against your forehead, his breath warm and heavy against your skin.

“You’re mine,” he whispers, softer now, rough fingers tracing lazy patterns into your back. “Always have been.” And this time, you don’t argue. Because fuck, you know it’s true.

You look up at him, wrapping your arms around his neck, and for a brief moment, you let yourself savor the feeling of being close to him again. But that moment is short lived. His mouth crashes onto yours once more, swallowing any protest, any resistance. You whine against him, the sensitivity of your body only driving him further.

Without warning, he thrusts back into you—hard, deep—your gasp echoing through the room. Your nails dig into his back, and his body presses against yours, moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm, as if savoring every inch of you. You can feel the muscle in his body, each movement setting fire to your senses.

The stretch is almost too much, overwhelming in the best way, and you can't help but chant his name, your body trembling beneath him. It feels like too much, but at the same time, you crave more. God, the way he makes you feel, you can’t fucking deny it anymore. 

Eren pulls back for a second, his breathing ragged, and looks at you, his eyes filled with hunger. “Say it. Say you need me, say you fucking belong to me.” His voice is rough, almost begging, but not quite. It’s a demand wrapped in raw desire.

“I need you,” you gasp, your head thrown back, lost in the feel of him inside you, his cock hitting all the right spots. “I belong to you.” The words come out in a breathless rush, and it feels like every part of you is finally breaking apart—letting go.

His grin is triumphant, dark, like he’s just won something, but he doesn’t slow down. No, he’s persistent. His thrusts are harder, faster, making your body jerk against the dryer, the sound of skin meeting skin echoing in the confined space of the laundry room.

“You’ll never get away from me again,” Eren growls, his grip tightening on your thighs, pushing you up against him harder. “I’m not letting you leave. Not this time.”

You can’t answer. The words are lost in the swirl of sensations, the overwhelming pleasure coursing through you. But when you feel yourself about to break, when your body tightens and your heart skips a beat, you know the end is near.

“Eren, I can’t—” you try to warn him, but it’s too late. You’re spiraling.

And then, he moves faster—deeper—pushing you over the edge. You explode around him, your entire body shaking as you scream his name, clinging to him like he’s the only thing that keeps you tethered to the ground.

He follows shortly after, his own release deep inside you, his body shuddering with the force of it. He collapses against you, his forehead resting on yours, both of you gasping for breath, tangled together in a mess of sweat and desire.

For a few moments, neither of you moves. The only sound filling the quiet room is your heavy breathing and the slow, steady hum of the dryer spinning behind you. Eren shifts, pulling you up against him, and you can feel his warmth as he wraps his arms around you. He grabs a shirt, handing it to you, and you pull it on before he tugs you back against his chest.

There’s an elephant in the room, and you don’t fight it. You can’t stop yourself from saying, “Eren, we can’t just pretend this is...”

He cuts you off before you can finish. "I know. I'm getting help."

Silence fills the space between you, the weight of his words settling around you like a heavy fog. Then he speaks again, voice raw, vulnerable.

“The night we broke up, the look in your eyes... it haunts me every single day. You were scared of me. And all I wanted to do was protect you. When that happened, I knew I needed help. And fuck, I’m so sorry.”

He holds you tighter, burying his face in your hair. It’s rare for Eren to be this open, this vulnerable with you. The only other time he’d ever let his walls down like this was when he found out about his dad’s affair. He’d taken it hard, and all he wanted was for you to hold him, console him. And that’s what you did.

“I’ve been going to therapy. I bottled up all my emotions, and the shit with my dad sent me into a spiral. I saw what it did to my mom, how it affected her, and I started thinking if I controlled you, you wouldn’t hurt me like that. Now, when I think back, I realize how fucking dumb that was. You’re everything to me. So precious, and I can’t stand the thought of losing you.”

He pauses, his voice shaking slightly as he continues. "But I did. I pushed you away, and I was out of my fucking mind. I get it if you don’t want to jump right back into this, but... with time, could you give me another chance?"

You look up into his eyes, your thumb brushing away the tears that streak down his face. Your heart aches seeing him so vulnerable.

“I’m sorry you had to go through this alone, Eren," you whisper softly. "I wish you’d let me be there for you.”

He shakes his head, pulling you closer, his hands trembling. "Don’t apologize. This is all on me. I just… I can’t fucking lose you. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me."

“You’re not losing me," you say, your voice firm but full of tenderness, trying to calm him down and reassure him. Eren stares at you for a moment, his lips parting slightly before he breathes out, barely a whisper, “I love you.” Your heart stutters in your chest, the words you've been longing to hear for these last few months. You lean in, your forehead resting against his as you whisper back, “I love you too. Everything’s gonna be okay.” 

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hate sex with eren. cw nsfw minors dni he’s mean af

“don’t stop.”

the words come out muffled with your cheek smushed against the door. you are partially making sure that no one will hear the two of you in the closet, but also because it’s all you can do. he makes your whole body turn to putty in his hands, so the least you can do is try to stand up straight.

you shouldn’t have said anything, because even with him inside you, he’ll find someway to piss you off.

eren pauses his movements abruptly, his fingers pressing into the fat of your hips. “weren’t you sayin’ something earlier?” you can practically hear the smirk on his face. “something about you despising me?”

“eren.” you whine, body unconsciously trying to grind against him.

he is quick to stop it. eren’s palm pushes at your lower back while his other hand grips your hair, jerking it down harshly so that your head tips up to face his. it hurts, but everything with him does.

“tell me.” he sneers, watching how tears prick your eyes. “tell me exactly what you said.”

you do your best attempt at matching his expression, narrowing your eyes. “said that you’re a pathetic asshole that can only think with your dick.”

something inside you sinks as you see his anger morph into a sadistic smile, his green eyes sparkling in mischief. you feel his cock twitch inside of you. “so what does that make you? a slut or a whore?”

“fuck you.” you spit.

he lets go of your hair to shove you back against the wall. you can’t even get adjusted before eren pistons inside you faster than before. your hand is quick to slap over your mouth to try and stop your moans but eren is quicker— he grabs your wrists with one hand and pins them against your back.

“and what is it,” he mumbles in your ear before nibbling on the shell of it, “that you think i’m doing?”

“s-stop.” you bite on your lip so harshly it may as well bleed. “someone will hear.”

“who gives a shit?” he groans as you clench around him. “you deserve to have your pretty reputation ruined anyway.”

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when is this word going to leave our lexicon

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My Prince

Synopsis: Eren always takes the lead in bed, why not show him a little gratitude?

Warnings: SMUT, switch!eren (??), oral!m receiving, p in v, use of nickname “princess”, you call eren “my prince” like twice, ?? idk what else to add

AN: this is my first time writing smut idk the rules SO DONT ATTACK ME OKAY. also i have some ideas for part two so if u guys like it i’ll write a part two if you don’t like it ill still write a part two. also i did not read this over.

Requests are open ~

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You had been teasing Eren all day, slipping in sly comments and casual touches that drove him crazy. This time, you smacked his ass as he walked in front of you.

Eren grumbled, his face flushed with embarrassment, as you grinned at him. He glanced around to make sure no one was watching before turning back to you.

“You’re a damn tease, you know that?”

“Oh, but you tease me so much more,” you replied, slipping away before he could grab you. Eren watched you walk away, winking at him, and nearly lost his mind. He was determined to have you today, one way or another.

~

It was late at night, and all the scouts were asleep. After deciding to take a shower, you let the hot water spill over your body. Stepping out of the shower room, you saw Eren standing outside the door, waiting for you.

“Well well, running around in just a towel, L/N?” he teased.

“Oh, shut up! It’s late at night; everyone’s asleep,” you whisper-yelled, gripping your towel tightly. “Besides, what’re you doing here?” You teased Eren, knowing exactly why he was there. After a day of teasing him, he was ready to get you back. Eren stepped closer, towering over you.

“You’ve been teasing me all day, princess.”

You grip his shirt and pull his face towards your own, “So fix my attitude…” You whisper in his ear and Eren holds back a groan at your words. “Damn, you’re gonna regret that.” Eren grabs your wrist and drags you with him to his room, once he’s there he throws you inside, closed the door and you hear a click as he locks it. “Now you’re all mine.” Eren says as he steps closer to you, his eyes roaming around your body as he sees you clutching onto your towel.

You step towards Eren, “No Eren,” you say as you push him on the bed, “you’re all mine tonight.” Eren lets out a low, involuntary groan as you push him onto the bed, his body tensing up as he lands with a soft thump. He looks up at you, surprise and lust warring in his eyes as he realizes you’re taking charge. A smirk slowly spreads across his face as he realizes that for once, he doesn’t mind being at the mercy of someone else. “Oh really… Princess wants to play, huh?”

“Oh you bet… Now strip for me” You all but command and Eren agrees, “As you wish princess.”

His smile widens, a hint of challenge in his expression as he stand up in-front of you, his hands moving to the hem of his shirt. He pulls it up over his head in one smooth motion, revealing his toned, muscular chest and arms to you. Eren grabs your wrist and presses your hand against his chest, his skin hot and smooth under your touch. He can feel your breath fan across his chest, making his pulse quicken, and he chuckles lowly at your reaction. He leans down, bringing his face mere inches from yours, his voice a low, seductive rumble. “You like it, princess? You like seeing what I have to offer?” You drag your nails across Erens abdomen, your nails running over his toned abs, “Yes… and it’s all mine” You say as you push him down on the bed.

“All yours huh? Getting a little cocky there aren’t you?” Eren says as he watches you climb on top of him and straddle his hips. You hand tangling in his hair while your other hand grips his chin forcibly and you make him look up at you. Eren can see a teasing smirk on your lips, the excitement in your eyes fuelling his own desires. He attempts to sit up, but you hold him in place with your hand in his hair and he doesn’t struggle, a hint of excitement and surrender in his eyes.

“Damn… You really are on top tonight, huh?” Eren’s breath hitches as you lean down towards him, your lips so close to his but not quite touching.

“I’m gonna make you cum over and over for me Eren”

“Is that a promise, princess?”

“It’s more than just a promise… ‘my prince.’” Eren hears you using his own nickname for you against him and he shivers slightly at the nickname. He looks up at you, his eyes dark and filled with hunger. His hands move to your hips and he squeezes them. “Do your worst, I’m all yours.” Eren moans into your mouth as you kiss him ferociously, his hands tightening on your hips as he kisses you back with equal fervor. He can feel his body responding to your touch, his desire for you growing hotter and more intense with every passing second. You push Eren down on the bed harshly, and he lets out a gasp of pleasure as you start kissing and marking his neck, his body arching up towards you in response. He closes his eyes, his breath coming out in ragged pants, as you move down his body, leaving a trail of kisses in your wake.

You grip Erens belt harshly and he lets out a low growl. His whole body responding to your touch, his hips bucking involuntarily, “You’re playing dirty princess,” He says looking down at you, eyes dark and hooded. “Just wait and see what I’ll do to you then. Just relax ‘my prince’,” You tease, “Let me make you feel good.”

You take off Erens belt and throw it to the floor, “Damnit Y/N, you have no idea what you’re doing to me.” Eren says as he tries to hold back a groan, “Oh trust me I can see it.” You reply smirking at Eren. He lets out a low, rough chuckle as you smirk at him, his eyes flicking down to his obvious arousal and then back up to your face.

“Yeah, I'll bet you can. You're enjoying this, aren't you? Having me at your mercy like this.”

“Quite the opposite Eren,” You lean down to whisper to him, “I’m here to treat you like royalty” You tease and you unzip his pants. Eren lifts his hips slightly to help you pull off his pants, his body trembling with anticipation. He's nearly panting now, his expression dark and filled with raw need. As you finally undress Eren, you look his expression, he stares at you with anticipation, his hands clutching the sheets under him and you almost laugh at how desperate he looks like this. And you barely even started. You lean your head down and give his dick a nice hard lick, from the base to the tip your tongue flat against him. Eren's breath hitches at the sensation of your tongue on him, a low moan escaping his throat as his hips involuntarily jerk in response. He grips the sheets tighter, his knuckles turning white as he struggles to keep himself under control.

"God damn it, princess. You're going to make this end real quick if you keep that up." You chuckle softly “We’re barely starting Eren~” You say as you move your head back down, using your mouth and your hand. Eren leans his head back against the bed, his breathing erratic and uneven as you continue your movements. His body is tense, his whole being focused on the sensations you're evoking in him.

"Nnngh... damn it. That feels... too good.” Eren gasps as your movements on him become faster and more intense sucking and licking him like he was your own personal lollipop. Eren’s hips occasionally buck into you and he placed one of his hands on your head, tangling his fingers in your hair. “I can't... hold on much longer." Eren says as he pants, you can hear chocked gaps and moans coming from him and you can tell he’s close. You double your efforts and with the final push Eren bucks his hips into your mouth and throws his head back in pleasure, his grip on your hair tightening and you hear him let out a loud moan.

Eren’s breath comes out in ragged pants as he slowly comes down from his high, his eyes lustful as he looks at you. He watches you stand up in front of him his eyes slightly widen as he sees you drop your towel to the floor in front of him and climb onto him again. Eren throws his head back again “Ngh, you’re gonna be the end of me” He whines as he sees your face drawing closer to him, “You better get hard soon Eren.” You tease and Eren’s body is already responding to you. His fingers dig into your skin and he looks up at you. “Oh you don’t need to worry about that Princess. You drive me crazy, I’ll be ready in no time.”

You grip Erens wrist and pin them to bed next to his head. Eren lets out a ragged gasp as you pin his wrists, his body responding to the force of your touch. His eyes are dark and filled with desire as he looks up at you, his breath coming out in ragged pants.

"Fuck... princess. What’s gotten into you? It's driving me crazy." You don’t respond to Eren, instead you kiss his neck leaving marks and bites all over his neck and shoulder, Eren’s body arched up towards you in response and he can feel himself getting hard again just by how rough your being.

You grip Eren’s hair and force his head back to give you more access to his neck and you make your way up. Hiss kiss neck, his jaw, to his mouth as you capture his lips in a fierce kiss biting his lips as he moans into your mouth. His hands slightly resisting against your grip, he can easily get out if he wants you, but he wants to see just how far you can push him over the edge. Indulging in the feeling of having you on top of him for once.

You lean down to his ear as you bite his earlobe, whispering into eren’s ear after, “Tell me what you want me to do my prince” you tease. Eren lets out a low, jagged breath. His body is taut with tension and need, his heart pounding in his chest as he tries to regain control of his thoughts.

"Nnngh... princess. I want... I want you to do anything. Everything. I want you.” Eren all but whined back to you, and you run your hand down his chest dragging your nails along him as you do. You reach down to his member and you feel how his cock his already hard again. “Already hard Eren?~” He whines “You know I am.” He says through gritted teeth, his hands bawling into fists and you can feel his body tensing at your touch. You whisper again “How do you want me?” You ask and Eren almost cums on the spot. “Anyway!” Eren groans just wanting to feel you inside him already.

“Tell me Eren… Do you want me to ride you? Or do you want to use me.” Eren's eyes darkened with desire as you speak to him in such a vulgar way, his mind racing through all the possibilities of how he could use you.

"Nnngh... princess. I want to use you in every way” You giggle at his response, but you’re still not satisfied with his answer. “Tell me Eren. Pick your poison.” Eren's breathing is ragged and uneven as he tries to decide what position he wants you in, his eyes roving over your body as he imagines all the ways he can stuff you full of his cock.

You edge him on further “Well?” Eren's expression darkens even more as he looks up at you, his eyes hungry and possessive as he gazes at your body. He lets out a ragged breath, his muscles tense as he struggles to hold back his need for you.

"On your knees, princess..."

You hold back a whine at his sudden change in demeanour, and you get off of him and into position. Eren looks at you, on your hands and knees in front of him, his hands coming out to grips your hips as he pulls you closer to him. “Don’t hold back Eren.” You almost beg him as he runs his fingers through your folds and he can feel how wet you are. “You asked for it.” He all but growls at you, Eren's hands suddenly grip your hips and flips you onto your back, pinning you down onto the bed with ease. His body hovers over you, his weight pressing down on you in a possessive manner. You giggle at him “What? Change your mind?” You tease. Eren lets out a low, dark chuckle as you mention that he told you to get on your knees, his eyes dark and dangerous.

"Changed my mind. I want to see you laid out beneath me, completely at my mercy princess." You wrap your arms around his neck and pull his face closer to yours, “Well? What are you waiting for?” Eren chuckles at your words and he whispers back to you “I’m waiting to hear you beg.”

Eren sucks in a sharp breath as you wrap your legs around his waist, the feeling of your body pressed against him driving him wild. He looks down at you, his eyes hooded and filled with desire as his fingers dig into your hips. "Damn princess... you're making it really hard for me to hold back."

“That’s because I don’t want you to.” You whisper to him, your voice filled with tease and impatience. Eren's hands slide down your body, caressing every inch with a possessive touch. His lips find your neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin as his breath fans across your ear.

"You're mine, princess. All mine. And I'm going to make sure you never forget it." Eren lets out a ragged moan as he slides into you, his eyes shutting tightly as the feeling of being buried inside you threatens to overwhelm him. His body trembles with the effort to hold himself back, his hands gripping your hips tightly. His head drops down to your neck, his hot breath fanning across your skin as he lets out a ragged breath. His body taut with tension as he holds himself still, his breaths coming out in ragged pants as he tries to regain some semblance of control. His eyes are dark and intense as he looks down at you, a mixture of desire and possession in his gaze.

"God damn it, princess.” Eren thrusts his hips into you, the lewd sounds of your bodies coming together fill the room, and your face gets tinted red at the sounds. You feel yourself twitching around Eren, the way he’s pounding into you and the sounds your hearing from him and from your bodies making you shudder with desire. Eren lets out a moan as he feels you twitching around him, the sensation driving him even closer to the edge. His eyes darken with desire as he looks down at you, his hands gripping your hips even tighter.

“D-damn-“ Eren's words are cut off as he lets out a ragged moan, his body reacting to the sensation of your body around him. He looks down at you as he slowly, slowly, slowly pulls back out of you. He chuckled at your reaction, and he agonizingly slowly, pushes back into you, his eyes dark and intense as he looks down at you. He tries to hold back the ragged moan that threatens to escape his lips, but it comes out anyway as he speaks.

"Nnngh... princess. You feel so damn good. You're mine. All mine."

Eren's grip on your hips tightens even more as he hears you whine at his teasing movements, his eyes darkened with desire and possessiveness. He looks down at you, a smirk playing on his lips.

"What's wrong, princess? You want more? You want me to take you harder, faster?" You nod your head feverishly “Yes! Eren please!” Eren lets out a low, groan as you implore him to take you harder and faster, the sound sending a jolt of desire through his body. A devilish smirk crosses his lips as he looks down at you, his eyes dark and intense with want. He pulls back slowly, almost completely out of you. His eyes never leave yours, his gaze burning into you as he hesitates for a moment, savoring the moment before he plunges back in. He moans as he drives himself deep into you, his body tensing with the effort. You almost scream Eren’s name at the harsh thrust and Eren’s eyes darken at your reaction.

A wild, primitive expression taking over his features as he looks down at you. "I warned you, princess," he growls. "You're going to get what you asked for now."

Eren's hands grip your hips so tightly that you know there will be marks tomorrow, his body taut with tension as he sets a fast, intense pace. He leans down and captures your lips in a fierce, possessive kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth as he swallows the sounds of your moans. His hips never faltering once as he kisses you with fevour. Your hands reach up to grip his hair tightly, moaning into his mouth as you feel him hitting a certain spot inside of you.

With every rougher, harder roll of his hips, Eren lets out a low, gutteral moan, the sound punctuating his ragged breaths. His body is taut with tension, his muscles straining as he tries to hold back, to prolong this moment as long as possible. But the feeling of your body against his, the sound of your moans, the sight of you writhing beneath him, it's all too much. He is losing control, his body responding to you without thought or reason.

Eren lets out a ragged gasp as he looks down at you, his eyes dark and intense as he speaks in a low, strained voice. “I’m-… I’m so close” He says, in a way questioning if you are too. “Cum for me Eren.” You say, and Eren can’t tell if you’re commanding him or begging him.

His breathing is ragged and uneven, his chest heaving as he struggles to hold on for just a few more seconds. But your words, your voice, it's too much. He can’t hold back any longer. He lets out a ragged gasp as he feels himself reach the edge. Just before he does, he hears you moan loudly as you grip his hair and finish around him, the feeling of your walls twitching and clenching around him makes Eren choke on a moan as he throws his head back, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. He grips you tightly as he finished from his own release and he collapses on top of you, his hands shaking and his breath uneven.

You your hand still in Eren’s hair as you arch your back slightly still coming down from your high. Eren lets out a groan as you grab his hair, his body still shuddering from the aftershocks of his release. He looks down at you, his eyes burning as he watches your back arch beneath him. He looks down at you, his eyes dark and intense as he gazes at your body beneath him. The look in your eyes matches his own, filled with a primal need and desire. He leans down and captures your lips in a fierce, possessive kiss. Eren leans into the kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth as he deepens the kiss. His hands roam over your body, touching and caressing every inch of skin he can reach. He pulls you closer, his body pressed against yours as he devours your mouth. His body is still buzzing with the aftershocks of his release, and the feeling of your hands on his skin, your body against his, it’s driving him wild. He can feel himself getting aroused again, and he growls into your mouth as his hips buck involuntarily against you.

You moan as you feel his bucking, his hands grip your hips tightly, his fingers digging into your skin as he rolls his hips against yours, the need to be close to you, to have you again, driving him wild. “A-agin?”

“Yes. Again” Eren says as he flips you over, his hand pressed against the small of your back as he pushes you down onto the bed. He kneels behind you, his body taut with tension as he gazes down at you, his eyes dark and possessive. He runs his hands down your spine, his touch rough and possessive. He leans down, his body pressed against yours as he whispers in your ear.

"So eager for me, princess."

… part two? 🙈

[secrelty-z]

usually i’m all team eren but i stared rewatching aot and tell me WHY ERWIN IS SO YUMMYYYYY

GIVE ME SOME ERWIN REQUESTS RIGHT. NOW.

pls 🙏🥹

[secrelty-z]

ˋ°•*⁀➷ · a kinky confession !

⤿ what's that? you want him to do what to you?? why don't you tell it to them directly!!

♥︎ incl: gojo, geto, nanami, choso, toji and sukuna

[secrelty-z]

Don't Cry Yet

Yandere!Gojo x Reader

Warnings: yandere themes, kidnapping mentioned, obsessive behaviour, violence, breaking of bones, gojo being crazy

Synopsis: You escape Gojo, or so you thought.

A/N: First post in a while and first time writing yandere stuff 🙈 REQUESTS ARE OPEN~

The sun had long set, casting the city in a blanket of darkness. You ran through the labyrinthine streets, heart pounding in your chest as you glanced over your shoulder. Satoru Gojo's piercing blue eyes flashed in your mind, a chilling reminder of who was pursuing you.

The memories of the last week flash in your mind as a way of encouragement to get you to run faster than before. To get away from this nightmare to get away from him. Stuck in that damn suffocating apartment, barely able to walk into another room before you get yanked back by the tight leash Gojo has you on.

'Who the hell does he think he is?' You think as you begin to turn your fear into anger.

You weaved through the narrow alleyways, your mind racing as fast as your feet. You couldn't let him catch you. Not again. You deserved your freedom, your life back. The thought of returning to that gilded cage sent a shiver down your spine. You channeled your cursed energy, using it to enhance your speed and agility. You were determined to put as much distance as possible between you and Gojo, even if it meant pushing yourself to your limits.

You turned a corner, hoping to lose him in the maze of alleyways. Your breath came in ragged gasps, legs burning with the effort of running. But you knew better than to think you could escape him so easily. He was always watching, always one step ahead.

"Will you stop running, darling? You know you won't get far." His voice echoed through the alley, teasing and playful, yet dripping with an underlying menace.

You pushed yourself harder, refusing to let his taunts break your resolve. But it was no use. You felt his presence like a shadow, creeping closer and closer. Suddenly, a flash of white, and he was in front of you, blocking your path with that infuriating grin.

"Did you really think you could escape from me?" he asked, cocking his head to the side. His eyes gleamed with a dangerous mix of amusement and possessiveness. You tried to dart around him, but he caught you effortlessly, his grip like iron around your wrist. "Oh no, you don't," he said softly, pulling you close. "You belong to me."

You quickly fired up your cursed energy into your fist and swung it straight at his face. Only to be stopped by his infinity and pinned against the wall. His hand shot out, fingers wrapping around your throat in a vice-like grip. Your breath hitched, eyes widening in fear.

"Don't struggle," he murmured, his voice low and dangerously calm. "You know you can't win."

He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear. "I've given you too much freedom, haven't I? Let you think you could run away from me." He pulled back and brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, looking at you with an expression full of love and admiration that quickly turned into one of pity. "You even had the nerve to try and hit me." He laughed in your face while squeezing your throat even tighter.

Your vision started to blur as his grip tightened. Panic surged through you, the fight slipping away, replaced by a cold numbness. Just when you thought you might lose consciousness, he loosened his hold, letting you gasp for air. He dropped you to the floor at his feet, giving you a chance to cough your heart out.

"There, there," he cooed, bending down to your level. "See what happens when you try to run? It's much better when you stay with me, isn't it?"

Tears welled up in your eyes as you raised a defensive hand between you and him. He smiled, admiring your stubbornness. "No need to cry just yet, baby." You opened your mouth to say something when you heard a crack of bones followed by an overwhelming amount of pain surging through your raised hand. Your scream barely reached past your lips before you felt the same sensation in one of your ankles. "That's for trying to hit me... And that's for running away." He stared at you with no emotion whatsoever, watching you cry and scream on the floor while he simply crouched.

Scooped up effortlessly as he carried you away, you realized with a sinking heart that escape was impossible. Satoru Gojo had claimed you, and he wasn't letting go.

[secrelty-z]

Minors dni-

Gojo is a menace.

His favourite way to tease you is to pull you into his lap, sitting with your back against his chest as his hand roams.

Nonchalant. Eyes still firmly on the TV, what's happening on the screen.

The seat is never that comfy for you but you don't complain. You're distracted before too long.

His hands trawls up your inner thigh, strokes your stomach. Slips under your top and caresses your tits. He likes to pinch your nipples until they're rock hard and you're squirming. He's too rough for you to completely lose yourself, but not painful enough for you to stop a moan from leaking out.

Gojo nips a line along your shoulders, your neck, your earlobes. Murmurs his thoughts and opinions of the show. A constant stream of commentary that might as well be gibberish. That usually would be annoying in other circumstances but you don't care. You writhe in his lap, searching for friction as his hand teases and wanders.

It doesn't matter that you can feel his cock poking you in the ass, demanding attention. He only releases you from his grasp on his terms and when he decides that you've had enough and he wants more.

When your panties are sufficiently soaked through, your nipples sores and lovebites litter your neck, Gojo spreads your legs and rest them either side of his.

"Good girl," he chuckles, his full attention fully on you as he strokes your pussy through the drenched fabric. Rubbing his long fingers around your clit, down your folds and adding pressure to your pussy.

"You always make it so easy."

You can hear his smirk but it doesn't matter. You're too far gone and desperate for him to fuck you.

[secrelty-z]

gojo who’s touch deprived cuz he’s been on constant missions finally has his hands on you

and while u make out on the couch he creams his pants and gets red and embarrassed asf.

[secrelty-z]

YES YES YES

what about a toji fic where the reader dominates him? She ties him up and teases the hell out of him and he’s pisseddddd, he wants to escape that rope so bad but he can’t, and when he DOES he goes feral. i feel like that’d be scrumptious 🤌🏻

everyone please let anon cook.

MDNI!! incredible smut ahead, this is your final warning.

WC: 4.8k

CW: Toji x reader. Breeding. Name calling. Teasing. Little bit of free use. Toji is a whiny begging mess?!?!? Smut smut smut.

“Hey babe?” You call from the kitchen of your shared apartment. There’s a few creaks in the ceiling above you as you hear who you assume to be Toji shuffling to his feet.

“Whaddya’ want?” Toji yells from the top of the stairs, not wanting to make the full commitment of coming down just yet.

“Could you come down here? I wanna talk to you,” you yell back before he’s hesitantly taking the first step down. He was nervous since your birthday was in a few days. He wanted to play the nonchalant type and then surprise you this weekend with a party full of friends, drinks, and music. He already had plenty of presents picked out, buying one for each day of the month.

You were nervous, too. Your birthday was in three days and while you’ve mentioned it on and off to your boyfriend, you were still scared he’d forget. He worked at odd hours of the night and you didn’t even know if he had to work on your birthday. Birthdays weren’t usually a big deal for you, but you at least wanted him to acknowledge the day somehow.

“Hey, y/n, what’s up?” He says, heavy feet dragging the floor before he hugs you from behind.

You turn to face him, finding it a little difficult to escape his strong grasp.

“Remember that special day coming up soon?”

Oh god. Here you go. He wanted to act as if he had no idea, hoping to not spoil the surprise in case you asked if he made plans. But seeing that poor look in your eyes was enough for him to drop the façade.

“Of course baby doll, it’s your birthday. Why?”

Oh. So he did remember! Why has he led on like he didn’t?

“Well, it’s sort of embarrassing but I wanted to ask you somethin’. Figured you’d say no if it wasn’t my special day,” you admit, crossing all of your fingers and toes that Toji doesn’t laugh at your request and walk the other way.

“Shoot. Nothin’ to be embarrassed about, hun,” he says, putting a hand on his hip and the other on the counter, leaning into it while he studies your expression. You looked hopeful but scared, like a stray pup on the side of the road that just met their new owner.

“So ya’know how you like to tie me up sometimes when we…do it?”

How elementary.

“You mean when we fuck? Yeah, I like it quite a lot. Love seein’ you tied up on your back for me, ready to take me. If that’s all you want for your birthday don’t worry, I was plannin’ on doin’ that already, love,” he responds earnestly. You two didn’t use the ropes that often as Toji preferred using his own hands and arms as your restraints. But he always saw the way your face lit up when he tightened the rope around your wrists, corded nylon digging into your soft skin hard enough to leave marks for a few days.

“Well I was thinkin’ maybe we could do it like that but the other way around…?”

Jesus, if you weren’t blushing already, you sure were now. Toji always gets excited when you talk to him about anything remotely sexual. It seems as if a switch was flipped when you mentioned the ropes as he was now towering over you, green eyes peering into yours as he drinks in every word that leaves your lips.

“So tie you up and fuck you in doggy? We’ve done that before, ya’ just gotta’ ask, sweetheart. Use your words and be clear with me, you know how I feel about trying to read through your lil’ mind games you like to play,” he says with a smirk on his pretty face.

He grabs your hand in his, fingers interlocking as he rubs his thumb over yours as if you two were being purely romantic and thinking no kind of sinful thoughts.

You huff when he grabs your hand. You thought he’d catch on by now. You were never one to really take initiative in the bedroom. Toji always had to ask what you wanted and make you speak up if you mumbled too lowly. You were too embarrassed to voice your needs to him although it was something he could never get enough of.

“No, I-I don’t mean like that. I was thinking I could tie you up…?” You ask, nearly closing your eyes for fear of him laughing in your face.

He grips your hand tightly.

His other hand flies to your waist, large thumb pressing into your ribcage, hard.

His eyelids are lower, and his eyes quickly dart between your lips and your eyes.

Was he… mad? You couldn’t tell. When he got angry, he looked awfully similar to how he looked when you two were in bed together. A part of you found yourself slightly excited whenever he did get mad, losing yourself in his aggressive body language and taut figure.

“Oh. You wanna’ tie me up?” He removes his hand from yours, bringing the back of it up to your cheek as he brushes the hair out of your face.

“That’s what you’re all embarrassed about? You’re too cute. What’s gotcha’ wantin’ to take charge all of a sudden?”

Fuck it, you think. If there was a time to be honest, it was now.

“Well… I was watchin’ this video the other day. She had him tied up.. and it looked like he really liked it. Jus’ wanna make you feel good,” you admit, knowing the video you saw was much more explicit than your words let on.

“Make me feel good? On your birthday?” He asks.

He was trying to keep his cool as he pictures you finally taking control. He loved having the say-so in bed and he was more than happy to keep it that way. He liked to push your buttons and make you squirm, making you speak clearly when you asked him if he could eat you out or kiss your neck. But something about this scenario has him feeling red hot.

“I mean we d-don’t have to, I just thought it’d be fun to try… I even looked up knots I could do and stuff,” you beam, overly excited that he hadn’t shut you down the moment the words left your lips.

You were so precious. Doing research on a project you hadn’t even gotten approval for yet, overzealous at the slight chance he might say yes.

“Aw hun, look at you hittin’ the books. You think you could find some rope I can’t break out of?”

This conundrum had occurred to you, and you’d taken it upon yourself to run to the hardware store a few weeks ago to find some rope that was somewhat Toji-Grade.

“Maybe? I went to the store a while ago and found some I think might be good,” you respond as you watch the smirk leave his face.

He steps impossibly closer to you, now covering you completely in his shadow.

“If you’re extra good for me and you let me fuck you whenever I want, however I want for the next week, you have yourself a deal,” he says, quite excited to have you ready to use at his disposal as he pleases.

Holy shit. He actually said yes? All you had to agree to was a shit ton of sex for the next week? This was going to be your best birthday yet.

“O-Of course, baby,” you coo.

He picks you up by your thighs and puts you on the counter, attacking your neck with his lips, tongue, and teeth.

“How ‘bout we get started on that free use now then, huh doll?”

The day was finally here. You’d all eaten your cake, opened way too many presents, and the drinks were flowing. Most of your friends had left, only leaving a few stragglers that were currently looking for their belongings before their ride arrived.

You were starting to get very nervous. You had practiced a few of the knots that morning while Toji was out getting your cake, and you were sure you had the basic ones down. You had never practiced on a live model before, but you were hoping the glass of liquid courage you just finished would boost your confidence.

You wave the last of your friends goodbye, thanking them for coming. Toji had thrown one hell of a party. You twist the deadbolt to the left after you make sure your friends make it to their cars safely. You turn around to see Toji going upstairs.

“Where are you runnin’ off to?” You ask, hoping he hadn’t forgot about his promise.

Always so nosy.

“Don’t worry, I didn’t forget. Gotta shower first, get yourself ready baby,” he says, not even turning around as he reaches the top of the stairs.

You rush upstairs as soon as you hear the shower faucet running. You grabbed one of your kitchen chairs, trudging upstairs, trying not to hit the walls on either side of you.

You steady your breath as you place the chair on the hardwood. You grabbed the rope from your closet and took your party dress off to reveal your black lingerie underneath. You sit in the chair, tapping your foot wildly while you wait for your best present yet.

You hear the doorknob turn and you hop up, grabbing the rope tightly as you try to calm your nerves. You knew this wouldn’t be good for either of you if you half-assed it — the whole reason Toji made you fall apart when you two had sex was because of his confidence with his words and actions. You take a deep breath, reminding yourself that the more into it you were, the better it would be for your man.

He saunters into the office, droplets of water still beading off of his musculature while clouds of steam rise from his figure. All he had on his lower half was a short white towel, leaving next to nothing to the imagination. He lets out a whistle as he sees you dressed in your not-quite birthday suit.

He walks towards you, reaching his hands out to grab your waist and pull you in for a heated kiss.

Or so he thought.

You poke your finger against his burly chest, trying with all your might to push him back, though all you do is stop him in his tracks.

“Uh-uh sir, no touching. Sit down.”

He laughs at you, apologizing as soon as he saw the hurt look on your face.

“S-Sorry baby, didn’t think you’d be ready to start quite yet. This is gonna be hard for me ya’know, but I’ll try my best to act like how you do when we fuck, okay?” His reassuring words ease your worries, as you grab his hand and lead him to the chair.

You walk to the back of the chair, placing one hand on his buff shoulder, leaning down to whisper in his ear, “don’t call me baby. it’s ma’am and nothin’ else, yeah?” You ask, trying your best to channel whatever dominant nature you possessed.

Fuck. He told himself he wouldn’t like this. He needed to regain his composure before you got any bright ideas about dominating him more often. He mumbles back a low ‘yes ma’am’ as he watches a small tent form underneath his towel.

You start to unravel the rope, grabbing his large wrists and bringing them behind the chair before you’re wrapping the thick cord around them.

“What was that? Gonna’ have to speak up f’me,” you said, coining one of Toji’s phrases for your own.

Jesus. You were really laying it on thick.

“I said yes ma’am,” he growls, ashamed at how excited he was that the roles were reversed this time.

“Good boy,” you coo in his ears, noticing how his cock twitches as the sound of your voice.

You’ve wrapped the rope up and around his arms and the back of the chair, and while the first knot you tied around his wrists was shotty work at best, the rest were definitely suitable. You move your way to his front now, wrapping the rope underneath his broad pecs extra tight, loving how the rope accentuated his voluptuous figure. With each taut pull of the rope, his dick would spring up a few inches further.

“Won’t be needing’ this anymore, huh?” You ask as you snake your cold hands under the towel, pulling it off of him slowly as he raises his butt up to let you grab the rest of the fabric.

He huffs as he feels the cool air hit his member, a bead of precum at the tip revealing his love for the scenario he was in all too soon.

“Looks like somebody’s enjoying themselves,” you add, noticing just how excited he’s gotten since you two have started.

“Let me take care of you tonight, baby. I know you’re so stressed from work and you always take such good care of me. Wanna’ make you feel so good, yeah?” You say as you tie the last bit of rope around his ankles.

You were surprised he was being so silent about this. No protests, no sly remarks, no jokes at your expense. He was always so quick and cunning both in and out of the bedroom.

“Cat got your tongue?”

“No, just ready to get this shit over with s’all,” he scoffs, hoping you didn’t catch onto his bluff.

“No what?”

You were pushing him to his limits. He liked this, but his pride was being wounded with every word that left your pretty lips.

“No ma’am. Let’s hurry it up though, yeah? Been waitin’ for you to put that pussy on me all night,” and you can’t help but blush at his words. He took all the dominant energy you were feeling and turned it into submissiveness just with a sentence. You take a deep breath as you drop to your knees in front of him, ready to get the show on the road.

You glare up at him as you run your hands on top of his thighs, fingers splaying over the ropes holding him tightly. He smiles down at you, looking past his cock at your soft lips, aching for them to be wrapped around his leaking tip.

You finally reach the area Toji wanted your hands to be most, running your nail up the bottom of his long dick. He grunts at the contact, not anticipating just how much you wanted to tease him through this.

“So pretty f’me baby, you look so good all tied up when you’re not runnin’ that mouth,” you say, running your thumb on the underside of his tip before he bites his bottom lip.

You wanted to tease him plenty, sure, but you also had needs of your own that needed to be fulfilled, soon. You finally wrap your fingers around the base of his cock, and he was so thick you couldn’t even join your thumb to the rest of your fingers.

He drops his head back behind him, not realizing just how desperate he was for your touch. He’s cursing as you run your hand up his length, stopping to gather all the precum at the tip before you use it as lubrication.

You’re now teasing just the tip, rubbing your hand over and over it, overstimulating his most sensitive area just like he loved to do to your clit when he ate you out. The whiny moans he was emitting made your cunt ache with want. You reach your other hand down to play with your throbbing clit, moaning at how erotic this whole situation was.

“You like i-it too, bab — sorry, f-fuck,” he says before he’s even realizing he said it. He didn’t want to hear you chastise him for not calling him ma’am, but he couldn’t help but speak up when he saw your tiny hand rush down to your sweet pussy.

“What’d I tell you, huh? Am I gonna have to punish you?

He shakes his head with a fervor, responding with a firm “no ma’am”. He was so fucking whipped for you and if Shiu ever found out about this he would have to kill him. Absolutely nothing personal, just business.

You tell him he’s a good boy, wanting to reward him for being so quick to correct himself for you. You reach your head down before you lick his weeping tip so teasingly. He grunts, looking down at your pretty face as you take the full tip inside your wet heat.

“God, jus’ like that,” he whines, needing you to take more of him now.

You suck his tip harshly, pulling off with a loud pop!

“Don’t tell me what to do,” you command. You were all too eager as you cover your fingers in your lust, using it as lubrication to enter yourself (although you wish it was Toji’s fingers instead).

You take in more of him, hollowing your cheeks, using your free hand to stroke the rest of his massive length. You were hardly ever able to take him all the way down your throat, but the liquor helped you loosen up just a little bit more. You shove your head down until he reaches your throat, taking a deep breath before you remove your hand and push yourself almost all the way down. You swallow around him in your throat, trying your best to breath through your nose. Toji is squirming in the chair, so frustrated that he can’t grab a fistful of your hair and fuck your throat like you deserved.

“F-Fuck, takin’ all of me so well, doll,” he says, too lost in the warm wet walls of your throat to notice his mistake. He tries his hardest to buck his hips, making you gag around him before you’re pulling off of him much too quickly. He worries he pushed in too far before you’re sitting in his lap, so ready to scold him for slipping up one too many times.

You put one hand on his chin, running your finger over his bottom lip like he always did to you. You knew you looked far from intimidating right now, but you tried your best to keep up the act.

“That’s three times now baby. Guess I’ll have to punish you after all,” and boy did you have the perfect punishment in mind. You knew how difficult it was for him to keep his hands off of you the entire time, especially when you were reaching a hand down to continue touching yourself.

He tracks your every movement, panting while he watches you push two of your tiny fingers into yourself. He wouldn’t be able to last much longer like this. He knew your knot tying skills weren’t as practiced as his, and the ones you tied at his hands were loose from the start. He starts pulling on the rope more than he already was, hoping he can loosen the hold it had on his wrists to finally take you like he so desperately needed.

“You’re torturing me,” he says, making extra sure not to throw in a nickname like he usually would, “please just touch me, I’ll do anything,” he adds, really hoping you’d give in sometime soon.

You moan on top of him, leaning down to kiss his poor, over-bitten lips. He whines into the kiss, trying his best to be aggressive when all he could do is pull against the tight ropes and hope you take it easy on him.

“Anything, huh? Would you beg for it? I love when you get all needy for me. Beg and I’ll think about it, boy,” you tell him. You loved when he asked anything of you, just knowing that he wanted you had you absolutely melting for him.

He was passed the point of caring at this point. He was painfully hard, his red swollen tip leaking an obscene amount of precum. Watching you attempt to please yourself while he knew that he’d be able to make you cum in a minute with just his fingers was sending him.

“I’d do anything I swear. You don’t know how bad I need you. You look so fuckin’ good and I’m about to cum just watchin’ you. I know you want it, too, you still look so desperate f’me even though you’ve got this whole tough guy thing goin’ on,” he rambles, hoping what he said was enough to break you.

“Me? D-Desperate? I could just cum right here and be done with you, slut. You look like you’re about to explode j-just waitin’ for me,” you add, knowing he was about to fucking lose it.

The knot was so close to coming undone, but he didn’t want to let on as to was he was doing. He had to stop in his tracks once you reach a hand down to tug at his puffy nipple, cursing under his breath. You knew that was one of his most sensitive spots and you were too quick to use it to your advantage.

“I am, I promise I am. I’ll be such a good boy for you, I swear. Please just fuck me. Please I swear I’ll be good I don’t know what else to say just please fucking put it —“ he says as all the breath is ripped from his lungs. You had stood up at this point, turning around as you line up his cock with your puffy folds.

You sit down on him, wasting no time before bottoming out entirely. The stretch was so extreme, but you were much too desperate for him to fill you up. You hear Toji let out a desperate whine, not expecting you to take all of him so quickly. He was so pent up from all the teasing and all he wanted to do was to fuck into your sweet cunt with reckless abandon.

“G-God, yeesss, you’re so good for me, ma’am,” he says as obediently as he could.

You slowly draw your hips up before you slam back down, giggling at how cute Toji sounded when he was this pussydrunk. One taste of your cunt and he was already whimpering for you and obeying your every command.

“That’s it, you’re a quick learner, aren’t ya, daddy?” You ask. You knew Toji loved when you called him that, which is why you saved using it for special occasions such as these. You continue to fuck back into him, grinding on his lap as you moan so sinfully for him. All that can be heard is the lewd plap! plap! plap! of your skin meeting his as he whimpers underneath you.

Toji could tell your legs were getting tired as your pace became more sloppy.

“F-Fuck, baby, so so close,” you whine out, trying to fuck yourself through your high before your legs give out.

This would be the perfect opportunity to escape. With one final tug of the ropes around his wrist, he feels his hand set free. He bucks his hips into you, quickly removing the other hand from its confines.

“Yeah, is my baby gonna cum all over my cock like the cockslut she is? Huh? I asked you a question, bitch,” he spits out.

Did you hear him correctly? Did he forget how this game was supposed to go? You were debating pulling off of him entirely until you feel —

A hand?

Toji grabs a fistful of your hair before he yanks you back into him, wrapping the other around your waist before he is pounding into your sopping cunt at lightning speed. The ropes you bound were only held together by the knot at his wrist and two at his feet, so the rest of the ropes fell off of him with ease. You had no clue how he escaped and quite frankly, you didn’t care.

“Gotta get better at tyin’ those ropes, doll. Coulda’ got out a while ago, but I like watchin’ you struggle to cum,” he says casually, like he’s not brutally fucking you through your long awaited orgasm.

“That’s it, take this fuckin’ dick, doll. Lemme feel that pussy suck me in like she does so well,” he says, fully talking you through it as you release all you have onto him.

Before you can even come down from your high, Toji is literally spinning you around on his dick before he’s standing the both of you up. His legs are still bound to the chair, so it takes him a minute to find his balance. But once he does, he is absolutely abusing your filthy cunt as he fucks you in the air. Two big hands glued to your ass cheeks as he moves your whole body on top of him, not leaving any inch of his cock uncovered with your slick.

“Been teasin’ me so fuckin’ much, brat, gonna make me cum too soon.”

Your arms are tight around Toji’s neck as he absolutely ruins you, nothing but choked moans leaving your lips.

“Not my f-fault you can’t last old m-man,” you stutter, all power behind your words lost as soon as that knot came undone.

All he can say is a loud, “fuck you,” before he’s bullying into your precious cunt with a ferocity you’ve never seen before. You warn him that you’re so close to tipping over the edge.

“Nah, babydoll. Little brats don’t get to finish. Yer’ gonna’ take this fuckin’ load like the cumslut you are and you’re gonna fuckin’ like it,” he says as he’s fucking into you with a harsh final thrust before he empties his thick load into your tight, wet heat. His cum shoots out so fast, he’s moaning into your neck with each rope that comes out.

He’s all but collapsing back into the chair with you still on top of him, earning a low moan from you as the position pushes his seed even further into your womb. You start to pull off of him to go get a towel before he’s grabbing a wad of your hair and slamming you back down onto his cock for the nth time that night.

“No ma’am. We’re jus’ gettin’ started, hah.”

@theobsidianempress @scorpiosugar @voloslobotomyservice @lostsoul526 @shhreya @placxdbaby @iminurwallsgege @slvttyplum @tojiluhbit @leeisyourmom

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family: “why are you just sitting in ur room smiling at ur phone?”

me who’s been reading smut about fictional characters for the past 6 hours:

[secrelty-z]

Sorry, but I'm a coward so I can only reach out this way. I just wanted to thank you for sharing your honest feelings on Kate while reading the routes. I had the same exact thoughts and I thought I was crazy because I only see so many people raving about her. It brought me genuine joy to see I'm not alone ❤️ 😭

thanks 😭🫶

honestly i deleted the post i made because so many people were so mad for some reason 💀

like defending her like she’s a real person which is wild

but i’m so glad u think the same cuz bro she’s not all that 😭

also don’t worry about feeling like a coward ur valid 🫶

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this just in:

leaked footage from the crown 101 lessons

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finally a normal mc 😃

Broken Wings: A Broken Mind

Heeeeeyyyyyyyyy, guess whhhhaaaattt. I just finished writing the first fanfic of the broken wings au after I just said it would take awhile lol. I was lost on what to do for the start of this au and had no idea how to set things in motion UNTIL i finished reading chapter 12. When I finished reading it I was like "MC sees a horrible murder and is spiraling in feelings of not only herself, her morals, but also her soon to be lover?! Oh yeah. It's all coming together." So, with inspiration and stuck with the feelings of how my MC (Belle) is going through, i grabbed my laptop and started binge writing all the way into one in the morning. So, naturally, it's gonna be really messy. But hopefully it's mostly messy where it needs to be messy. Same warnings as before, things can and will be inaccurate to the timeline so take it as a part of the au. This fanfic will be using my mc and fair warning. This fanfic does delve into some heavy mental health stuff so if you are sensitive about that kinda of stuff like mental breackdowns and such, do not read this fanfic. I also will be editting this periodically when I'm awake and not sleep deprived and can actual proof read my work so don't feel afraid to come back and read this. With that being said, Lets get into the fanfic.

There was so much going on. Belle couldn't make sense of the madness. Her mind was stained with the sight of blood, blinding her from what was going on around her. Her chest felt heavy. She could barely breath. She hear screaming and crying and........ Oh. It was her. She was the one screaming and crying. Her head hurt. Like someone was pulling her hair. Was she doing that? It got to much. She couldn't make sense of anything, she couldn't breath, she couldn't.... She collapsed, William catching her swiftly. He order Elbert to carry her back to the castle. She slept in his arms, though it was far from a peaceful sleep. In her sleep, she was piecing together what happened.

They went to kill the marquis who not only ran an illegal drug laboratory, but was also the one who reawakened the Golden Butterflies. It felt like it was all a trap but William had him right where he wanted him. He used his powers and froze everyone in the room, Belle included by accident. She watched as he taunted the marquis and called out all of his wicked deeds. She was furious at the marquis for all he had done, and she felt something she never thought she would feel. She wanted him dead. She wanted to see him wither and suffer for everything he had done. She even wanted to do it herself. She didn't want this and was screaming at herself in her mind, but it did silence the loud hatred. She was in shock when the deed was done. The voices were still screaming in her head. But when William mentioned the marquis's family was still in the mansion, she snapped and began screaming and crying. Conflicted by how she felt about herself, about William, about what happened, about what she believed, about everything. She was going mad.

She woke up the next morning, only feeling worse. She felt numb everywhere. Her mind, her body, her soul. The voices were still raging in her head but she couldn't listen to them. It hurt too much. She wouldn't get out of bed. She felt to weak and didn't want to talk to anyone. Whenever someone went to knock on the door and tried to talk to her through it, she remained quiet. She even refused to eat, even when they offered to take breakfast in her room. Everyone became worried about her. This wasn't like her.

"Is she even still alive?" Harrison asked. "I can still hear her breathing, so she's not dead" Roger confirmed. "Poor Belle, other than when she first came here, this is the first murder she truly witnessed." Liam sympathized though his tone sounded more like she just got rejected rather than she just saw some die. "Ugh. I swear she's being so dramatic. She already saw someone die and she knew what we were doing. I don't understand why she's so-" Before Jude could continue, William shot him a look that chilled even his spine. "N-never mind..." He muttered. They've never seen him this angry. Not even when he kills someone he despises. "Well, someone needs to go in there and talk to." Harrison said. "I agree." Ellis said. "I'd hate to see her so miserable." "Who would even go in there? She refuses to talk to any of us. Who would she-?" Elbert was interrupted. "I'll do it." volunteered William. "What?!" everyone exclaimed. Alfons interjected. "William, with all due respect, I don't think-." "Brilliant idea! William, you will go talk to Belle and make sure she's all right." Victor instructed. Everyone wanted to object, but they could how much William cared about her and how close they have gotten. And so they agreed.

Belle laid on her bed, under the covers, completely disheveled. She looked and felt like a complete mess. It felt like her mind was going to brake. Suddenly she heard a knock. "Belle, it's William." She froze. "May I come in?" he asked. She didn't know what to think. Her mind was running a thousand miles a second. She couldn't tell if she hated him, admired him, feared him or loved him. Her mind was so confused which worsened the madness she was in. She heard the door open as it was unlocked. When the footsteps grew closer, she looked up and saw him standing there with that gentle smile he always had. It was cruel. She tensed up, yet at the same time softened when she saw him. She didn't know what to think of him or any of this, but deep down she just wanted him by her side. She didn't want to be alone.

"My dear, tell me. What troubles you?" he asked. She looked away from him. She knew if she kept looking into his beautiful eyes she would fall apart. She remained silent. William gently cupped her face and directed her to face him. "Belle. I know you're in shock of last night. I'm sure there are a thousand things running through your mind. I thought we got rid of that little habit of hiding how you feel. It's not healthy for you to be trapped with all of these thoughts in your mind. Please Belle, say what you're thinking. I want to hear my little robins beautiful voice." he comforted. ".....I-I..........I........" Belle tried to say something. Anything. But any words there were to say were stuck. she felt a well of emotions fill from her inside and all she could do was cry. She began to cry so hard it felt like a plea. She instinctively through herself onto him. He gladly held her tight and let her cry into his shoulder. He soothed and caressed her back as she began to cry harder.

"And here I thought you might finally hate-" "DON'T! Just...... don't say.... anything like that. Not right now." she whispered her plea to him. He smiled. "There's my robins lovely voice. Oh how sad is the that song you sing. It breaks my heart." William cooed. Belle sniffled, her breath hitched as she tried so hard to get air in her lungs from all of her crying. "I... I don't know where to begin. What to think anymore." She cried. "Oh Belle-" "I wanted him dead." William stopped. "I wanted him dead so bad. I wanted to kill him! I.... I felt horrible. I was horrible!" She sobbed. "Belle, don't" "And then his family! His poor family! They lost a father and a husband! How could I wish the death of someone with a family! I'm a monster! I-" "BELLE!" William shouted.

She became silent. "Belle, don't ever call yourself a monster. Don't even put yourself on the same level as me. You are not a monster and you never will be. Just because you wanted him dead does not make you a monster. You were angry and caught up in the moment. You're too good to call yourself a monster. I know you would never want to hurt anyone. It's not in your nature." He reassured her. Tears began to well up in her eye's as she began to sob again. There were still so many things running through her mind but she right now, she just needed to feel his warmth. Before William could start soothing her, she lunged at him and started kissing him madly. He kissed her back. He tried to kiss slowly and gently, but her kisses were too vigorous. She didn't care if she was a mess or that her kisses were sloppy. She needed him. She was chasing after something, anything to fill the void in her. And he was it. he was always there for her, he always made her feel special and gave her a voice. He was even here in her lowest moment. she needed this.

"mmhh....... mmmhhh....... Belle" He sighed. "I love you." she said desperately. William froze and quickly broke off from the kiss. "What did you say?" he asked. "I love you. I'm so, madly in love with you. I need you." she said. William stayed quiet for a bit, looking at her sadly. "Belle, you're not thinking clearly." "I am! I mean it with every fiber in my body I love you. I've wanted you for so long. I can't stop thinking about you and I know you know it. You know everything about me. You're everything, you're the very air I breath! I've never felt like this for anyone ever. You're my world." she said desperately, like her life was on the line. " Belle, please. I know you don't mean that." "But I do! I mean every word of it. Victor told me you would try to deflect it or push me away from you but you don't have to worry. I know why you do it. You're afraid of hurting me but I'm not. I know you would never hurt me. Ans I know you feel the same way. I can feel it! and I know you can too." Belle seemed like she was going a hundred mile an hour. William stuttered. "Belle.... I..... I don't" she froze. "......What........... What do you mean you don't. You don't what" "I..... I don't love you."

With those four words something snapped in her. Her face went blank. "I only ever did those things because it was what you wanted. I knew you wanted to kiss and explore me and I wasn't going to stop you. I knew it made you happy. I knew you would-" he was interrupted. "So you don't love me." she said blankly. "I......" "You did all of those things with me yet you didn't love me?" she said. "I..........." "SAY IT!" Belle screamed. "....... no.............." The room was quiet. It felt so tense. The silence was broken by a soft chuckle from Belle. It began to turn into a soft laugh, and then it grew louder. And louder. And louder. Until the room was filled with her unhinged, maniacal laughter. Tear began to roll down her cheeks and she laughed uncontrollably. "Belle..." William reached out for her. The wind was knocked out of him as she tackled him and began to strangle him.

"WHY WOULD YOU DO IT THEN!" she screamed, never tightening her grip but still held it steady. "I gave you all of me! I gave you my love, my body, my soul, and what?! it was just some game?! WAS I A JOKE TO YOU?! THE END OF THE PUNCH LINE?!" William tried to reach out to her "Belle..." "JUST SHUT UP!" She swiftly grabbed the knife he gave her from her holster on her thigh and held it against him. "Well, 'King of Villains', I won't let you hurt me or anyone else again!" She held her knife above her, ready to attack. "...Will this make you feel better?" he said. "What?" she questioned him. All he did was smile. "If this is the day you finally judge me for my sins, I won't stop you. I'll gladly accept my fate." he smiled. Warm as ever. She screamed "ENOUGH!" she lunged her knife into him. He groaned and winced at the pain coursing through his........ arm. He felt drops of water falling on his face. She was crying. "... I can't.... I can't do it. I can't kill you." She cried as she slumped, getting off from him. "Belle-" "I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT! I don't want to hear a single word that comes out from your mouth!" She yelled. "... I'm leaving. I don't care what Victor and anyone else has to say, I am leaving. and that's final." She said as she left the room, leaving William to bleed.

***

After some time of discussing things with Victor, he agreed to let Belle leave the Crown early than expected, free from harm. Harrison was even there to confirm the truth that she would not speak of the crown or they secrets with anyone. As she she finished packing up, William was by her door. He looked like he wanted to say something, but he felt as though it was better not to say anything to her. He was right. As she left the room, she gave him the coldest, cruelest, and most hateful gaze he had ever seen. It hurt him more than he thought. Especially to see it from his dearest robin. Who once wouldn't even dare to utter a bad word let alone look at someone with such hatred. A carriage was prepared at the front of the castle. As Belle was ready to step inside, she looked back and saw everyone. They all looked like they wanted to say something. To shout and wave "Goodbye! We'll miss you!" or give her they're own personal goodbye. But there was something disheartening in her eyes. Like all of the love and joy in her was drained. It was like she was a shell of her former self. And so they all remained silent. Belle stepped into carriage and road off into the distance. It was the last time they would ever see her again.

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Even after a year, this is the closest we've gotten to a shirtless sprite...

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these mcs r wild bro

mc witnessed like 5 murders and she’s just chilling

like WHAT

i’m reading william’s route rn and this dude murdered someone so gruesomely and mc wakes up the next morning like up im cool 😜

GIRL WHAT