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𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐲 𝐈𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 - 𝐄. 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐑

.*•.*• 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 - 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐱- 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐨.

𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐠 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐫! 𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐧, 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐜𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐧, 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐒𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐦. 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲 (𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝), 𝐔𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝

.*•.*• 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 - 𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐥!😭

“Are you all dressed and ready my love?” You called out to your two year old daughter as you grabbed all your things. “Yes mama! I ready.” She giggled as she slipped into her crocs but with each shoe on the wrong foot.

You smiled at her goofiness and bent down to help her with her shoes. “You put them on the wrong feet baby, but I’ll help you.” You smiled up at her. Obsessed with her cute little face. She was the perfect mixture of you and Eren. Her greens eyes resembling his all the way.

You were running late, but it was your fault. You had forgotten to pack her bag last night, resulting in you running around the house trying to get everything together.

Grabbing her hand, you raced out the house but not before locking it behind you.

“I can’t wait to see Vivi today! She said we would make cookies the last time!” Aaliyha spouted happily in her car seat. Making you smile at her. You were happy with how comfortable your daughter was with your friend Felicity. Luckily enough she also had a daughter that was a year older than yours. Her name was Vivica but Aaliyha called her Vivi. “Can you try to save mommy some cookies baby?”

“Otay mama.”

-

After you dropped her off you raced down to your job. It was a new club that had just opened up about a year ago and it was already pretty popular. 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐬 was the name and you worked their as a bartender/server, but recently you’ve been thinking about switching to an aerialist dancer since they a little made more money.

Keeping up with your bills was starting to get a little hard, especially since your daughter was getting older and her expenses were getting more costly by the year.

I wish Eren was here to help me. I probably wouldn’t have to work so hard. Shit, I probably wouldn’t have to do anything if he was here.

But that was just something you’d have to deal with. After all Eren had no idea he even had a daughter to begin with.

Two years ago, when you had found out you were pregnant, you decided to make the biggest decision in your life. Taking a few stacks of his cash you knew he had hidden and disappeared.

Of course you didn’t want to hurt him, but Eren was starting to change into someone you couldn’t recognize and bringing a baby in the mix of who he was becoming scared you.

You see, Eren used to be a sweet boy. Although he was the plug for weed he always had his head on right. That was until he started to deal with heavier drugs. He slowly started to become colder, more detached and distant. . .

I knew he had gone two far when he started to come home late at night when he thought you would be sleeping. Blood being splattered all over him.

Although Eren always kept you away from the dangerous lifestyle he was getting into, you saw what it was turning him into and it was becoming to much for you.

It scared you.

So you left, and haven’t looked back for two whole years.

You did miss him though. He was the best boyfriend you’ve ever had. He was always one to spoil you and tell you how beautiful you are. Always catering to your needs. Listening to your opinions and ambitions.

You loved the way he made you feel. So safe and secure.

You missed being in his arms. The way he kissed your neck on all your sweet spots.

The way his fingers scissored your pussy, leaving you drippin’ wet. You missed the way his dick bruised your walls and rubbed your insides with all his curved 8 inch glory.

No matter how many guys you had fucked after you left him, none of them could get you off like Eren did.

Yes you missed him.

Even now. You could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter by the moment. Your body burning up just from the memories.

“Hey boo, you good?” Jordan, your coworker asked you. Snapping you out of your lustful thoughts.

“Yea girl I’m fine.” You tried to reassure her, but she wasn’t fooled. “You sure? You seem like you got a fever,” she placed a hand on your forehead. “And you feel hot.”

You smacked your lips, and brushed her hand off. “J come on, let’s get this money bitch.”

“Mm, let me guess you was thinking about yo ex again.” Jordan teased you. Placing a hand on her hip as she eyed you. You couldn’t help but crack a smile.

“Yea I was thinking’ bout that nigga.” You couldn’t help from telling the truth. For some reason the past couple of months he’s been on your mind far more often than not.

Putting your small waistline apron on, you got to work.

-

Eren couldn’t believe his eyes. He sat frozen with his hand tightly gripping his glass filled with whisky. He tried to keep his composure as best as he could as to not alert his newest business partner. Eren could feel his heart beating faster and faster in his chest.

He just couldn’t believe it. There you were just across the floor, serving customers. His customers. Who would have thought that after two years, fate would lead you back to him.

“Eren?” Jean called out to him. He glanced in his direction. Jeans eyes subtly moving from the client back to him.

“𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲. 𝐖𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.” Eren told the two men in grey suits. Soon, Eren would have his own casino on a remote island. There he would host a black market auction that sold only the rarest of treasures.

The two men in grey suits stood up and offered their hands to shake.

Once Eren saw they were out of the club, his attention immediately went back to where you stood. You looked different, but he knew it was you. He’d never mistake that pretty face for someone else’s.

Your hair was no longer the long length it had been. It was not cut short and styled in finger waves. Your face sported two new nose piercings along with a few new tattoos from what he could see.

He also noticed that you were no longer the skinny bodied female he knew two years ago. Your breast had gotten heavier. No longer the small B cups. Even your hips had spread. The way your mini skirt clung to you let him see just how big your ass had gotten.

Finally - he thought. I’ve fucking found you.

-

That night, Eren had followed you home. You didn’t live that far from the club and that gave him the satisfaction of knowing just how close you were.

The next day, he had a close friend of his bring up a file on you. To say he was shocked to find out that you had a child was an understatement. He was furious.

It was like he was staring right into he own eyes. She looked just like a mixture of the both of you. Already, Eren could tell that she was his.

He couldn’t help but be upset with you. First you leave unannounced and then you have his daughter and didn’t think to tell him anything. He would have taken care of you guys. He would have given you both the world.

So why. Why did you do it? Why did you leave him?

All these questions that would soon be answered when he had you back. And this time he didn’t plan on letting you go.

-

You had just dropped Aaliyha off at day care for a few hours so that you could get some time to yourself today.

It had been a pretty busy week for you and you needed a small break to recuperate and gather your thoughts. Maybe even do a little self care.

You decide you deserved a nice looong hot steamy shower. So you made your way upstairs and stripped out of your leggings and sports bra. Turning the water to hot, and letting it warm up, you went and grabbed your speaker.

Cleo Sol played in the background as you stepped into your shower, washing all your worries away. The hot water loosening all the stiffness in your back.

30 minutes had passed and you finally decided to wash your body. Grabbing your pomegranate scented soap, you scrubbed the dirt and grime from off of you.

You stepped out of the shower and wrapped your fluffy towel around yourself and wiped your feet of any extra water feeling ten times better than you did before. After doing your face routine, you applied pomegranate scented lotion to your body before leaving your bathroom.

You weren’t really paying attention as you made your way to your dresser. Dropping the towel without a care in the world.

“𝐃𝐚𝐦𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐦𝐚, 𝐈’𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐈’𝐝 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧.”

You halted in your spot. That voice. It couldn’t be. . .

A gasp escaped you as you glanced over your shoulder.

Erens’ piercing green eyes stared right at you. They were menacing. He sat on your bed shirtless, pants unbuttoned with a blunt in his hand already sparked.

“𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭? 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐦𝐞? 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞.“ He said as he took a hit. You gulped.

You didn’t really know what to say or how to react. Apart of you were happy that he was here. You missed him, but . . . The other part of you was scared. How had he even found you. How had he even got into your apartment!?

Quickly, you fumbled to pick up your towel and wrap it around yourself once you realized you were completely naked in front of him.

This only made him laugh. A smirk playing on his face. This snapped you back into reality. If it was one thing, you hated being laughed at.

“The fuck is so funny Yeager!?” You raised your voice at him. Your face filled with an attitude he missed. Just seeing it made his dick jump.

“𝐎𝐡 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥.” He said as he put the blunt out on your pink comforter before standing. It was like he had grown taller. His body was more muscular than it was the last time you seen him. His hair was tied back in a low bun. Something you always thought was sexy on him.

His knuckles sported new tattoos and even a few lingered on his body as well. He pretty much looked the same but something definitely changed about him.

It was like he was a whole different person, and this person is someone you wouldn’t want to cross.

He took a step towards you. “𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐮𝐩 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈’𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧. 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈’𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬.“

“𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬.“ He spoke lowly as he took a few more steps.

“𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲, 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐧𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.“ As he said this, you couldn’t help but feel heartbroken for him.

You knew he was angry, you knew he had every right to be, and you were sorry, but you couldn’t fix the past. You weren’t sure that even if you could, you would want too.

You had to remember, you thought you were doing what was best for her. You stared at Eren from underneath your lashes. A pout sitting in your face as he towered over you.

“𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲, 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫.“

Now this made tears well up and fall from you. “I-I’m s-sorry. I d-d, I-I wasn’t trying t-to-“

He only shushed you. Tilting your tear stricken face upward towards him. “𝐖𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐦𝐚. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐈 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮.” Not a second later, he pressed his lip’s against yours with a sizzling need. He gripped the towel you were holding onto, yanking it away from your body.

The sudden change in your body temperature caused you to flinch at how cold it was suddenly. “Mm!” You cried out when he gripped your short tuffs of hair, pulling your head back so he could stick his tongue deeper down your throat.

His hands wandered down and gripped your ass in his large hands. Another thing you missed about him. “𝐈 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐦𝐚.“ Eren spoke in between kissing you. He lifted you into his arms and walked you both to your bed, you sucking on his tongue, devouring his mouth with your own.

It had been so long since you’ve felt like this and you were to far gone to have any rational thoughts to stop. He laid you down on the bed before lifting up just to cup your breast.

“𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡.“ He gripped your nipples, twisting slightly, making your body arch up. “𝐃𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐬?“ You nodded, but squealed when he flicked your nipple.

“𝐔𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲.“

“Yes Eren, I missed you.” You couldn’t help but whine. This made him grin. His finger rubbing slow circles around your clit.

“Oh yesss!”

“𝐇𝐦𝐩𝐡, 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲. 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞..” He spoke — slipping two fingers inside you, making a ‘come here’ motion.

Your legs opened wider for him. Your body writhing in pleasure as he took you to a place you haven’t been in a long time.

“Oh fuck! Pleeaassee keep doing that!”

Eren continued his assault on you. Kissing his way down your body until his mouth hovered over your pussy.

“𝐈 𝐛𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐡𝐮𝐡 𝐦𝐚𝐦𝐚?“

“Yes daddy! Please, I missed this.” Your body was shaking as the orgasm pulsed through you. Erens fingers were now coated in your wet creamy cum.

Erens lips latched on to your clit suckling just the way you liked. Your moans grew louder and louder as he did. His tongue lapping up your juices, making the most embarrassing wet noises ever, but you didn’t care.

All you cared about was how good this man was making you feel.

“Uh, boss? Do you want us to clear everything out, or take only the important stuff?” A big hulking figure asked from the door way causing you to scream.

Eren lifted his head from between your legs slowly. He looked behind him with a menacing look that made the big guy take a step back.

“Sorry boss, I’ll uh- figure it out.” He said before tuning and leaving, only for two more guys to come in and start grabbing things from out of your closet. They paid you both no mind. Just simply grabbing what needed to be grabbed and walking out without a glance your way.

“EREN WHAT THE FUCK!” You yelled. You weren’t so comfortable with men coming in and out of your room while you were naked and being eatin’ out. Eren ignored you though, and lowered his head in between your thighs, licking away like a starved animal.

You tried to hold in your moans as best as you could but another orgasm ripped from you.

“𝐒𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲.“ He taunted.

Once he removed himself from your thighs, he took his own pants off with his boxers following. His cock stood at attention. Dripping pre-nut and sporting thick veins. He was ready for you.

You couldn’t help close your legs slightly. It had been a while since you had sex, and you knew this was going to be a little uncomfortable. I doubt Eren was not going to take it easy on you.

“𝐎𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞 𝐲/𝐧, 𝐧𝐨𝐰.”

And you did. Slowly but surely you did. “𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭.“ He gripped the back of your knees. Grinding his dick against you a couple of times before he pushed himself inside.

Your hands flew to his abdomen trying to slow down his intrusion but it did little to stop him. He was now fully seethed inside of you. The feeling of being full was so foreign to you but it felt so good.

It felt good to be filled by him again.

“𝐍𝐨𝐰, 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧. 𝐃𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐞?“

He thrusted into you at a fast pace. You gripped his arms tightly as he assaulted your womb. His ball clapped against your ass in a steady repetitive motion that only added to your lust filled heat.

“𝐇𝐮𝐡 𝐦𝐚𝐦𝐚?! 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮?“ He asked you again. This time going faster. “Ah! Yess, yess daddy! I m-mmissed youuuu!”

Your third - or fourth orgasm tore through your body once again. Your slick making it easier for him to go deeper.

“Yesss ‘REN! Just like that daddy!” You could feel him brush against your cervix with every thrust. He groans getting mixed in with our own.

You could tell he was close to nutting. His once hard thrust becoming sloppy but still working your pussy.

“𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭.“ Eren grunted, his nut filling you up with one last thrust. The both of you panting and out of breath.

When he slid from the warmth of your walls, he quickly threw your towel back over you and slipped back into his boxers and jeans, lighting the same blunt he had put out earlier. His men still walking in and out of the room with your things as if nothing ever happened.

“𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐈’𝐦 𝐧𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮.”

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

[ereami0]

Fall in love with my new phone theme it's soo cool im gonna cry 🧦🥂😭🫶🏻.

Art by my fav Erehisu artist @/Viii0_8 on Twt/x.

[zomboycity]

redraw of piece from may 📦

[levis-poison-is-my-medicine]

I love the moral ambiguity of Attack on Titan. Just like in reality, the world isn’t simply divisible into black and white, good or evil. Two things which should be mutually exclusive can be true at once. It’s reflected in the characters, too: Reiner’s entire being cracked upon realizing this, unable to fully process this impossible truth. In a world in which the supposed hero ends up doing unspeakable things to save the people he cares about, who should we even root for? Eren and Reiner are two sides of the same coin. We could have just as well started out the story from Reiner’s point of view. In the end, it’s just a matter of perspective, a flip of the coin. Both of them started out believing that what they did was right and just, morally sound. Both of them found out the truth and continued anyway, fully knowing what they were doing. Both ended up broken by it, but in different ways, victims of the complex impossibility of this world, at once beautiful and cruel. A mirror image of our own.

[serexvu]

hange zoe from attack on titan

[sugaaz]

@animangacreators challenge 33 ☆ summer 2024 OSHI NO KO SEASON 2

[clfixationstation]

I think this may be an unpopular opinion, but Mikasa kissing Eren's severed head is actually probably my favorite aspect of eremika. Something about the simplicity of Mikasa's unfettered love contrasted against the visceral gore of Eren's corpse

Just perfectly encapsulates their relationship and the theme of cruelty and beauty that Mikasa embodies

Cruel world, and her beautiful love, inseparable

[azelmawrites]

Me & The Devil // Ch.1

Summary: Your life couldn't get any worse. You tried to convince yourself that you had hit rock bottom, but that was before you ran into trouble on your first day at the abbey, where you were meant to train and become a devout nun. Instead, you find yourself making a deal with the Devil on your very first day.

Warnings: demon!yelena, fem!reader, reader is black coded, religious themes, lesbian sex, religious trauma, period-typical homophobia. Please note that I am neither a fluent English speaker nor a Catholic. I do not intend to offend any religion or its followers. Any portrayal of religious themes is purely fictional and not meant to disrespect anyone's beliefs

For as long as you gained consciousness you believed you were rotten. Sure, your father was a simple religious man and he sent you off to an abbey to become god’s most dedicated nun, but you never felt pure. For as long as you can remember, you felt like there was a layer of grime on your soul and skin that you can’t get rid of by simply scrubbing.

It’s possibly why you felt so envious of Sister Catherine.

You’d only been at the abbey for three hours, and already, you envied her and wished to be like her. From the strands visible beneath her veil, her hair appeared blonde, straight, and perfectly neat. Ontop of her beauty, she was very sociable and kind.

“After morning prayer we take turns to prepare meals. The more senior nuns do not participate in chores like the rest of us, since you’re new you will possibly be given the task of fetching water, sweeping, laundry as well,” She says, her gentle voice echoing slightly against the stone walls of the long corridor.

People at this age and time don’t show kindness, and as much as the church tried to preach otherwise—the class system still exists everywhere, even in this abbey. If you came from a good family, then you were welcome and popular. You clearly weren’t, the frayed threads in your sleeves, and the patch on your leather bag told everyone what they needed to know before you uttered a single word.

Sister Catherine continues, finally reaching the end of the hallway. “Thankfully, we each get our own rooms. This is yours.” She tells you, then opens the door and you smell the dust before you see it.

The room was small, and you knew it could be considered a broom closet if it were a few centimeters smaller.

She allows you to enter it first, so you do, and set your leather bag on the small wooden desk.

“I and the other junior nuns tried to clean it, but for some reason we couldn’t get the smell of the dust away,” she said, entering after you inside the tight room. You can tell that the room was hastily cleaned, it still needed another sweep and clean and you decided you would do it later.

“I can lend you my scented candle, if you would like so you can sleep peacefully tonight. The smell of the dust is truly prominent.” Sister Catherine tells you as you sit on the tight bed.

“Thank you, Sister Catherine. I will take you up on your offer, if you don’t mind.” You say, and turn to look at her with a smile. She grins back, “I would be happy to, I will give it to you right after we finish evening prayers.”

She then takes three steps back, and is out of your room. “I’ll let you get changed now, after you’re done make sure you go to the kitchens so Sister Margret tells you what’s your chore for today,” she stops to smile and wave her hand as if to reassure you of any worries you might have, “Don’t worry, your first task will possibly be peeling potatoes for supper, or maybe gathering firewood.”

You nod once only, already feeling a little tired from the constant returning of her smiles. “Alright. Thank you for everything Sister Catherine, I’ll see you around.”

She grins and then walks away just seconds before you shut the door.

You look around the tight room. It’s void from any personality, and you knew that if the sun wasn’t coming from the small window this room would’ve looked even tighter, and more ominous. You sigh before you open the window and allow fresh air to come inside.

The room faces the forest behind the abbey. The thick trees are so tall, and so terrifying even in the morning. Although the metal bars on the small window should’ve made you feel like a prisoner, you were glad that they were there, at least to offer you some kind of faux comfort at night as you knew your imagination would run wild at the thoughts of what sort of creatures would enter your tight cuboid-shaped room.

There’s no key in the door for you to lock your room, and that fact alone makes you quickly change out of your tattered dress and into the neat and ironed habit. You then work in taking out of your things and setting them on their respective places in the already too-minimalist room.

A comb and brush, a bottle of hair oil, a needle kit, undergarments, a bar of soap and a washcloth, two equally ugly dresses. You set your bible and rosary beads on your night stand. Then your most prized possessions, a journal and a pencil that you stole from your father before being banished to this abbey.

You realize fifteen minutes pass, and so you quickly exit your room and try to remember the corridors Sister Catherine took to reach the kitchens.

It was clear that you were late, and were made to be even later with you getting lost several times; as when you stumble into the kitchen, you’re greeted with a frowny woman. Her full face and constant frown almost reminding you of a frog.

This had to be Sister Margret.

“You are late,” she says when you finally reach her, then she turns around and walks towards a counter with piles of potatoes. Sister Catherine was correct, your first task was to peel insane amounts of potatoes. There is another nun, with her sleeves pushed to her elbows and working on peeling carrots, she acknowledges you with one short look, but quickly looks away before Sister Margret catches her.

“This is Sister Andrea,” she introduces, a pale dark-haired woman. Sister Andrea formally acknowledges you with a slight bow of her head. “The task is easy enough, but if you manage to mess it up, I’m sure she’ll be thrilled to ‘help’ you.”

Without any further notice, Sister Margret walks away. Possibly to the front of the kitchen as if she’s surveying the nuns like a watchdog.

“Peace of the lord be with you, Sister Andrea.” You greet with a slight polite bow of your head.

“And with your spirit, Sister (Y/N).” She returns.

Then you fold your sleeves and take the potatoes and a knife and begin peeling. It’s very quiet between you and Sister Andrea, until another younger nun walks inside looking quite frazzled.

“You’re severely late, Sister Annabeth. You’re begging for more chores at this point.” Margret says with a glare.

Though Annabeth looks frazzled, her stare gains confidence as she stares at Margret with a belittling stare while fixing the buttons of her sleeves. “I was at Afternoon prayer with Father Peter.”

Margret doesn’t respond for a few long moments. The two simply seem to be in a staring contest. It’s Margret who looks away first, she exhales and says. “Go do your task, I need to speak with Sister Jocelyn.”

Then the two finally part ways.

“Where were you before coming here?” Sister Andrea asks.

You glance at her, to find her staring at you while her fingers are expertly peeling the carrots. “Um. I used to work at my father’s bakery.”

“What about siblings?” She asks, still watching you with her analytical grey eyes.

“None, I had a younger sister who died during birth, along with my mother.” You say, rinsing the peeled potato and throwing it in the pot.

“I’m sorry.” Andrea tells you. “I am an older sister myself, so I shall consider you my younger sister.” she says with a smile that looks slightly fake.

You return it. “I’m thankful for that.” you tell her.

“Since I am your older sister now, I shall offer you some of my wise advice.” She says, and for the first time since you entered the kitchen she stops peeling the carrots. She glances at Annabeth and whispers, “you shall never cross Sister Annabeth and Sister Catherine if you want to live your days here in peace.”

You open your mouth to speak, but she continues. “You shall never leave your room after the candles are blown out.”

Her stare is sharp and her tone is so serious, your heart drums and your stomach freezes with fear that you knew all too well. She was serious, and her tone allowed for no room for humor. So, you nodded.

By evening prayer, you find yourself forgetting Andrea’s words. That, or Sister’s Catherine bubbly personality allows you to toss Andrea’s words into the backburner. She walks you to your room with her cedar-scented candle between your palms.

When you enter your room, she follows you and lights up the candle for you with a match borrowed from the kitchen.

“I’ll make sure not to use even a quarter of it. Thank you, again, Sister Catherine.” You tell her, then lean in to take a whiff of the fragrance of the candle.

The girl grins and says, “Don’t you worry, it’s a welcome gift from me to you. I have much of it.”

You almost want to ask her how she has an abundance of scented candles. They were quite expensive, especially the kind that were made by beeswax like the one she lent you. But you don’t ask, and blame it on her coming from a good family, unlike you.

“That’s a beautiful journal.” Catherine says, her fingers running the black leather of your journal. You want to be as kind as she was to you, and tell her that she may have your journal. It would make her very happy, and would certainly make you closer to the sociable girl.

But unlike her, you couldn’t afford to give away things. Your journal was your most treasured possession, so treasured you didn’t even write one letter in it. With that, you only offer her a tight smile.

Catherine leaves after bidding you goodnight. You immediately remove your habit, and hastily untie your corset, and only remain in your shift. You pour a little bit of water in the basin and lather your hands with soap, desperate to rid yourself from the constant grime on your hands and hoping that it would somehow remove the grime on your soul. When you’re done, you wash your face with fresh water. You make do off wetting the washcloth with water, and wipe your most worrisome places.

After rinsing your washcloth, you toss the used water outside the window and set your basin back on its place.

You pick up your Bible from the small wooden table next to your bed, fingers brushing over the worn leather cover. You don’t necessarily feel the pull to read, but it’s the best way to pass the time as you wait for the cedar-scented candle to fill the room with its calming fragrance. The soft flicker of the flame catches your attention, and you settle into the small chair beside the window, opening the pages to a random spot.

As the candle burns softly beside you, the stillness of the room feels comforting as it is suffocating. You find yourself praying that the days will pass quickly, that you’ll adjust, and that the sense of unfamiliarity will fade.

When you’re happy with the wax that had melted around the candle, and the scent in your room, you finally shut your bible, and close your window halfway—just open enough to allow fresh air to enter your room, but not too big to allow squirrels or birds to enter.

Finally, you blow on the candle, and quickly jump into your new bed.

But despite your efforts to settle in, sleep refuses to come. The bed feels unfamiliar, the thin sheets not quite warm enough against the chill that lingers in the air. You toss and turn for what feels like hours, the sound of the forest too loud and too scary for your liking.

If your body refuses to sleep, then so does your mind as it is running with recollections of today. Your commute was long and excruciating, and your last goodbye—if you could even call it that, as he refused to look you in your face as you left. Then to how Sister Margret was horrible, and her even wrose actual sister, Sister Magdalene.

You liked Catherine, despite you both being the same age, you couldn’t feel more different than her. She was better than you in many aspects. Not only in her desired wasted beauty in this abbey, you knew that if she was in the city that men would be at her peck and call if she batted her pretty long eyelashes. She was more sociable, more bubbly, more smiley, more helpful, even more pious than anyone you’ve known in your whole entire life.

Sister Annabeth was as pretty, only she was brunette, her eyes sharp and dark. But her personality was nasty, she had an air of nasty untouchable arrogance. To your surprise, Annabeth and Catherine could not stand each other. But whatever it was, you were on Catherine’s side.

You didn’t particularly enjoy Father Peter’s scripture reading. His voice was too gruff and too loud, and it echoed all over the chapel, it was ticking and irritating your ear the whole time. You couldn’t even be more grateful that he finished reading.

Finally, you give up. The idea of sleep seems futile for now. Maybe a walk would help clear your head, tire your body. The thought of fresh air, the cool night breeze, and the quiet of the abbey grounds seem like just the remedy you need. And besides, you never really got a chance to appreciate the beauty of the abbey in the sunlight, not with Sister Margret looming over you.

You leave your room as quietly as possible, the hallway dimly illuminated by the moonlight shining from the windows. Like you got lost many times today, you also kept getting lost in this night. This property by itself was very large, it’s why it even managed to give every nun their own private room.

You walk without a purpose, having no real sense of where you're going, the vastness of the abbey's halls confusing you at every turn.

Your feet bring you to a small alcove where the door to a broom closet is slightly ajar. Through the crack in the door, you catch a flicker of soft light—candlelight, flickering in the dimness of the closet.

Curious, you inch closer, your footsteps almost silent as you press your ear to the door. You can hear the faintest whisper of voices, soft but charged with something you can't quite make out. The air feels thick, as if something is amiss, the light from the candle casting shadows that make the space feel even more cramped and secretive.

Then, the faint sounds reach your ears—something too inappropriate for the setting, too intimate, too raw.

“Father please…” a familiar voice moans, and your eyes widen at that.

“Shut your loud mouth, or I will shut it for you.” Father Peter voice comes back in a gruff hiss.

You’re shocked, and you try your best to have faith in Sister Catherine. You want to continue having this pure image of her, you wanted to continue to envy her, to be her friend too. But you can’t help it when your greedy eyes come to stare at the small part between the door and it’s hinges.

Like you suspected, and much to your dismay.

There was Catherine, her shift hitched up to expose her thighs and her arms wrapped around Father Peter’s neck. She was humping onto his crotch. Your eyes widen even more, and you can’t help but let out a small shocked yelp, and in your movement at hiding your mouth and breath, the door hinges let out a scream.

Catherine and Father Peter stop, you don’t even wait to see what happens next as you immediately turn around and take off as fast as you could. Uncaring if your shift was flying and exposing your thighs, uncaring if your running footfalls were loud, you didn’t even turn once to see if they were following you.

Though as you take on a sharp corner, from your side view you see a bright light lighting the whole corridor. You run, and run. You don’t even stop as you find the exit door. Your breath comes in sharp, ragged bursts as you burst out into the garden, not giving a single care that you were barefoot and your feet were touching the outside mud and dirt.

The only thing that matters is escape.

Who knew what could someone as powerful as Father Peter could do to you? He wouldn’t want you to tattletale for the entire abbey, and allowing the news to reach all of the country.

Your running takes you into the forest behind the Abbey. You don’t even stop for a second.

You reach an abandoned house in the middle of the forest, looking like it must’ve been a lord’s country home, its crumbling facade barely standing against the weight of time. The door creaks open with a loud groan as you push it aside. You only needed it to offer you a place to hide, in case you were being followed.

Your heart still pounds in your chest as you run up the creaky stairs, the wooden steps groaning beneath your feet with every hurried step.

Bursting inside a room, with a fire place on it’s east wall, and a window adjacent to it. You quickly hide against the fire place and holding onto the windowsill with your shaky fingers.

Your chest heaves as you press your back against the wall and collapse to the floor, trying to calm your breath. The tears that have been threatening to spill finally do, and they blur your vision. You rise unsteadily and peer through the grime-covered glass.

Fortunately, there’s no movement in the forest. No light belonging to a cedar-scented candle ricocheting between the thick trees. You sigh in relief, then sit back against the wall and scoot closer to the fire place and away from the window—as if staying next to it would offer you a chance to hide yourself even better.

When your eyes shift onto the soot covered floor, it’s then when you notice the strange symbols on the floor beneath the fireplace. The eerie summoning circle, its lines worn and faint, stretches around you. Above the mantle, there are ominous offerings—It’s when you see a singular decaying human finger do your tears fall. Next to it is a jar filled of some unknown powder, and crystals so black and dark that nothing reflects from them, and a skull, that looked like it belonged to a human. A cold shiver runs down your spine.

When your tears drop onto the middle of the circle, its etched lines light up in an angry crimson that makes you sob in fear. Then the air grows so cold with sharp wind that’s slapping your face and body.

Your breath comes out in sharp, visible bursts, but it doesn’t warm you. The wind that has appeared from nowhere howls through the room, fierce and violent, ripping at your hair and clothes. It seems to be coming from all directions, swirling around you, pulling at your very core and immobilizing you from moving a single inch.

Eyes shut sharp, and lips open as you yell as loud as you can. Now, instead of wanting to hide from Father Peter and Catherine, you want to be found. Just so you can escape the prominent dark magic surrounding you.

All of a sudden, everything stops. The air is still, and you can’t hear a single sound at all. Not even the rustle of the leaves, or the hooting of the owls, or even the noise of the forest insects. Nothing. As if everything disappeared.

Yet, even with your eyes closed you can feel the wooden flooring beneath your legs and knees, and pinching into your palms. You’re too scared to open your eyes, the weight of silence is suffocating, pressing down on your body like the walls are closing on you.

You open one eye slowly to inspect first, and when you’re met with the sight of the ground, still covered with dust and soot, debris, and the summoning circle no longer pulsing with energy, it looks as lifeless as it was earlier, you open both of your eyes.

But you make the mistake of lifting your head. You’re met with glowing red eyes, you can’t distinguish the white from the colored part as the whole eye is red. They’re so captivating that you’re unable to look away.

Then, the mysterious figure comes out from the dark and their figure is illuminated by the fullmoon.

Large, imposing, and unafraid to take up space like you are. Skin as white as paper, hair so blonde its platinum, with large bat wings. It’s a woman, is what you settle on after analyzing everything about this demon.

She is the most beautiful creature you’ve ever seen.

Her presence is overwhelming, like the very air around you has thickened, pressing against your chest with the weight of her gaze. Her eyes remain locked on you, unblinking, unyielding.

Her lips part and her smooth deep voice comes out, it vibrates within your chest and you even hear it in the deepest parts of your head. “You should not be here.”

You try to speak, but the words catch in your throat, swallowed by your fear of what she might do to you. The demon’s lips curl into a slight smirk, as though she can sense your terror, and deeply enjoying it.

“Speak, mortal. Or I shall eat your soul and torture your body for centuries and make you wish you were dead.”

Your lips shake, and your vocal cords betray you as your tears roll down your cheeks.

“You don’t look like you’ve been sent by that imbecile Peter…” she says, tilting her head slightly and coming closer to you to claw your jaw. “I demand you to speak.”

“N-no, Father Peter didn’t send me here…” you say, gulping your throat and feeling how hot her skin is against your face.

“Then why are you here?” Her hold on your jaw tightens, and it hurts so much.

“I saw something I shouldn’t have at the abbey, so I ran away so I don’t get caught and get kicked out. Or I get sent back to my father.” You answer, then wipe your tears as she stares at you.

“You are a creature filled with fear, aren’t you?” she says, you expected her to smirk after that. But she only watches you with curiosity. As if you’re the enigma in this situation.

The demon releases your jaw, and you instinctively shrink, holding the sore spot where her sharp claws had gripped you. Her glowing red eyes narrow as she observes you.

“Fear… and something else,” she murmurs, her voice lower, almost contemplative. “You reek of desperation, mortal. A coward’s stench, yes, but also something more... raw.”

You swallow hard, unsure whether to respond or stay silent. Her words sting, but there’s no denying the truth in them.

“Tell me,” she continues, circling you now, her wings casting ominous shadows on the wall, it’s then that you realize she has thirty shadows and none of them walk in the same direction as she does, it’s like they’re coming from everywhere. “What is it you fear more—being cast out by those simpering fools you call sisters, or returning to the man who made you this weak?”

Your heart pounds as her words cut deep, exposing the very thoughts you’ve been trying to bury since your arrival at the abbey.

“Both,” you manage to croak, surprising even yourself. Her gaze snaps to yours, her glowing eyes narrowing dangerously.

“Lies,” she hisses, her voice a sharp whip against your ears. “Do not insult me, mortal. I can see into the marrow of your being.” She leans in, her hot breath brushing against your face. “So, I’ll ask you once more—what do you fear the most?”

You tremble, your knees threatening to give way beneath you. The truth claws its way up your throat, and before you can stop yourself, the words spill out.

“Being sent to my father,” you whisper, your voice barely audible.

“Why is that?” she asks, once again circling you.

“Because he said if he sees me again, he will strip me naked and burn me at the stake.” You say as your tears spill and a gasp is plucked from your chest as the telltale of a crying fit comes out.

“So, you are a witch?” she asks with slight amusement.

“No.” You say, your tears blur your vision as you try to meet her gaze.

She stops, and crouches to your level but you still find yourself looking up at her. “So, what are you?”

You look down at the floor in shame. Your tears now coming out in millions and thousands, and wetting the floor beneath you that you can’t even decipher if it’s your urine or simply your tears. Before you can begin sobbing loudly, she claws at your jaw again and bellows so loud, “Speak!”

Flinching at her thunderous command, the sheer force of it rattling your very core, you mutter. “He caught me kissing my friend from school…she was a girl.”

“Oh.” she lets out a mocking sound. Her eyes were so condescending, it was clear that she thought mortals were below here and humans were the vermin of the earth. But your words must’ve made her feel even more disgusted at humans.

“So you are a sapphic.” she concludes, and your face heats up from shame and your hatred at yourself even more intense.

Why couldn’t you be like Sister Catherine? Even if she wasn’t as pure as you thought, at least she was normal. She wasn’t broken like you.

You want to be able to wallow away in your shame and humiliation by yourself, without having a demon making you feel even worse than you feel. Or at least be allowed to stare at anything but her fierce crimson eyes.

“When I think humans can’t even be more backward and primitive, you find ways to prove me wrong.” She says with a laugh that invites nothing good. Your crying grows even more intense, with your chest convulsing as you sob.

She narrows her eyes, “is that all that worries you, little mortal?” she says it as if the matter of you being burned alive and humiliated is nothing. Like it’s a children’s concern.

Your tears slip into her hand that is gripping your jaw, and she must hate it as her large yet slender fingers come to wipe your tears. “There…there… little cowardly mortal.”

Sniffing as you stare at her with wide eyes. “Luckily for you, I am not like those primitive humans,” whispers, and her grip on your jaw turns gentle. Her other hand comes to hold your hand and help you stand up to your full height—which is still much smaller than her.

You find yourself lost in her mesmerizing gaze, an inexplicable sense of solace washing over your heart and soul at her words.

“Shall I take it upon myself to rid you of all your little troubles?” Her offer is gentle, inviting, and warm.

This time, you feel her voice in your heart. As if it’s embracing your fragile heart. You open your lips to respond.

“But of course, I’ll need something in return.” she whispers, her thumb rubbing your cheek. You find yourself wanting to agree without even wanting to know what is it she wants. You just want to please her, and do anything she says.

“You see…that ungrateful Peter summoned me centuries ago. He wanted to remain youthful, and a mortal for three centuries, I would grant him all the money he wants, and give him all the women he desires, in exchange for his soul after that period…that was four centuries ago.” she explains, yet you find yourself captivated by the way her lips move, and the way her pearly white fangs appear. Though, you find yourself wanting to feel those fangs against your skin.

She smirks as you nod attentively at her words. “He is hiding behind that abbey, the stones are infused with salt so I cannot enter inside. He also wears a silver cross necklace,” she stops to tuck in a curly hair strand behind your ear, and it’s then that you remember you basically left your room half naked, with simply a shift covering your body.

“I want you to make him take off the necklace, and lure him outside of the abbey. When you do, think my name three times and I will come and finish him off.” She finishes, now both of her hands cupping your face. She’s so close that your bare breasts are flat against the hardness of her clothes.

“What’s your name?” you ask, your voice only a layer above a whisper.

She smirks, leaning down and pulling you even closer so she can whisper in your ear. So no one else can hear besides you—not like there was anyone, but it still made the prominent wetness between your legs run down your thighs.

“Yelena, my name is Yelena. Sweet cowardly little mortal.”

When you think of your agreement to her deal with constant nodding, that sharp icy cold breeze returns once again, this time it’s gentle, like soft kisses filling your body.

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𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐲 𝐈𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 - 𝐏𝐭.𝟐

.*.•*.•* 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 - 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐰𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 (𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞, 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨)

𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐠 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐫! 𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐧, 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐧, 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐔𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐍 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝, 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐜𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐏𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫! 𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐧, 𝐒𝐮𝐛 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭, 𝐏𝐞𝐭 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠!

It had been two long months since your first encounter with Eren since that day. Two long months of Erens’ non stop catering to you. You enjoyed it, yes, but it didn’t make you feel any better that he had barged back into your lives so abruptly.

Aaliyha seemed to be the only one enjoying herself as Eren gave his daughter whatever she wanted. Speaking of which, it took you two whole weeks to even tell your daughter that this man who uprooted them from their home into his mansion, that he was her daddy. The tears that flowed down her little face hurt you to see, but seeing how close the two have gotten made you feel a little better.

She loved him. She always wanted to be by his side everyday when she could.

You on the other hand were having a hard time adjusting to the new pace of life.

Anytime Eren was near, you couldn’t help but mug him. Even when he spoke to you, you just ignored him like usual. If it didn’t have shit to do with your daughter, you felt it was unnecessary to talk about anything else.

Eren didn’t mind though. He would take your silence if it meant having you here in his bed every night. You also never seemed to mind when he found himself feasting between your thighs, making you call out his name every time.

You hated that he had so much power over your body. You hated that you enjoyed being pleasure by him so much.

As the days went on, Eren had started to lose his patience. It was about time you had both talked about the Elephant in the room. Questions that still needed to be answered. Questions that he would get out of you no matter what.

“𝐘/𝐧.” He called out to you as soon as he walked through the door of your shared bedroom.

“What Eren.” You snapped, typing away on the brand new iPhone Eren had bought you. The freshly done set of nails tapping away on your screen. Nails that he had paid for.

“𝐃𝐫𝐨𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐦𝐚. 𝐈’𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐨.”

That made you stop and eye him. “Well, I don’t care. We have nothing to talk about.” You got up, slipping on your house shoes and making your way out the door.

You were pissed. Still being mad at the fact he had whisked you to his home without even talking to you. Mad at yourself for giving in too soon, but most of all you were scared of who Eren might be now. Not ready to even have this conversation with him.

-

Another set of days went by and the same only thing happened just like last time.

“I said no nigga, I don’t want to talk about it!” You shouted. “𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐈 𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧!”

He did, but you were to petty to have any reason. “Why does that even matter now. You got what you wanted anyways. We’re here aren’t we?!”

Eren sighs before chuckling. Sparking a freshly rolled blunt in between his fingertips. “𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐲/𝐧, 𝐈’𝐦 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞.”

Puffing smoking from the blunt, he continued and walked in your direction. He was so close that you could smell his cologne on him. His face in the crook of your neck, his hairs causing goosebumps to erupt. Erens lips brushed against your neck upwards until they touched the lobe of your ear. “𝐅𝐢𝐱 𝐢𝐭. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐱 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭.” Was all he whispered, lifting up from your neck and leaving the room with you shivering. A trail of smoke following behind him.

Eren couldn’t focus. His head revolved with multiple thoughts and images of you. Days even started to blur together for him as he never seemed to keep track of anything other than you.

Having you near him was driving him crazy. He yearned for you every second of the day, and he tried to control himself as best as he could. Especially since you’ve gotten this nasty attitude. Eren didn’t want to push you or make things worse, but he had grown tired of playing this constant game.

He’s tried many approaches. Buying you expensive gifts. Taking you out, trips for you and his daughter. Catering to your every need, and yet it gets him no where.

Eren wasn’t stupid though. He had a feeling about the reason you up and left him. At the time, Eren was not himself. Doing things he’d never thought he’d ever have to do. It didn’t help that he kept his demons to himself. Afraid to express them to you. Fearing that you’d leave.

All for him to regret never getting to because you left any way.

It didn’t help that he had forced her to live with him, but Eren didn’t care. That was something you would have to get over. You were his girl, and if he played his cards right, he was going to marry you. Whether you wanted to or not.

He stopped punching the punching bag, breathing heavily as he tried to think of something to get you to open up to him. He racked his brain trying to remember all the times he got you to open up to him and freely express yourself.

The blood rushed to his cock when a memory of you popped up into his head making him smirk. It was the time he had you crying and cumming on his cock. You were so emotional, you couldn’t help but spill out the words I love you repeatedly. Something Eren had been trying to get you to say back after a year of dating.

He had always thought you’d never say it. Scared that you didn’t feel the way he felt.

Eren palmed himself, only making his hard on worse than it was. Feeling more frustrated than ever, he started throwing quick punches left and right. Trying to blow off all this steam.

-

You walked into your bedroom after putting Aaliyha to sleep. It was late and you were getting a little tired. Seeing that it was hot, you decided to just sleep in a silk night gown with no panties on.

You heard the shower running meaning you knew Eren was home early tonight. Earlier than usual. Ignoring your thoughts of him, you slid into bed, grabbing the remote to turn on Family Guy. It was like a nightly ritual for you to watch the show before you went to bed.

Ten minutes in, the shower stops and not to soon after, Eren emerges with a towel on his waist. Water droplets falling down his body and disappearing behind the cotton.

He was eyeing you. A dangerous look that always meant trouble for you. You could feel heat creep up your back to your neck, so you looked away. Engaging in this game ‘Ren likes to play would only leave you sore in the morning and yearning for more.

He knew what he was doing and it pissed you of. You could hear a soft chuckle leave him from across the bedroom. He had you. He knew it. It would be easy from here. Eren made his way towards you. Chills erupted all throughout your body as he got closer.

Shit, You thought. “𝐖𝐡𝐲’𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥?“ He questioned. He knew why. He just wanted to tease you.

“What do you want Eren?” Ignoring his question, while trying to act like you were paying attention to the tv was hard.

His scent filled your senses. Even the heat radiating off of him was making you warm. Making your arousal pool between your legs.

He sat on the bed next to you, slightly blocking your view from the tv. His hand crept up your leg caressing it. He licked his bottom lip, eyes raking from your breast all the way up to your face.

He was baiting you, and it was working. Once he was close enough to you, he began to pepper kisses all along your sweet spots.

“Move ‘Ren.” You spoke breathily. Hands flying to his chest to put him, but a suckle on a certain part of your neck has you gasping.

He pushed you down gently. The sucking on your neck started to get a little more harsh. No doubt he was leaving trails of love bites. Claiming you all over again.

He trailed down to your breast, suckling there as well, and leaving more hickies on your chocolate skin. “I missed these.” He spoke while kissing each of your breast. He lowered your gown just enough to make them spill out for him.

You couldn’t help but moan a little once he took one of your breast into his mouth.

You could feel the way his tongue swirled around your nipple. His other hand creeping up to lightly rub the other just how you liked it.

He slid your dress up till it was bunched at your waist. You heard Erens’ breath hitch when he felt you weren’t wearing any panties.

“𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞.“ He muttered to himself smirking.

He ran a finger up your slit. Gathering your wetness and circling your clit. Your body arched up, undulating against his fingers as he rubbed your sweet spot over and over. “𝐒𝐨 𝐰𝐞𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐬. 𝐈 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭.“

Eren slid his two digits inside you. You couldn’t help but cry out at the slow and agonizing pleasure he brought. “Ffuck ‘Ren.” He rubbed your gummy walls loving the way you clenched around his fingers. “𝐀𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐮𝐦 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞? 𝐇𝐦?“ You could hear the taunting in his voice.

Again you hated the way he made you feel, but got dammit did it feel so good.

“Ahhh!..” Wetness fled from your body down your thighs as you came. Your body felt like it was on fire and the yearning feeling for more was starting to become more and more intense.

He pushed your leg back. Darting his tongue flat against your sensitive pussy, giving a long, painfully slow lick.

His tongue felt soft to the touch, but he slurped you up roughly. He circled your nub and sucked on it like his life depended on it. He was desperate for your juices to come out all so he could drink his fill.

Your hands flew to his head, pulling his hair as if that would alleviate his attack on your poor vagina.

“Ugh! ‘Ren!! Babyy pleaseee!” You began begging for nothing in particular. You just knew you needed him to get you through this intensity.

Another tingle shot through you as you came again, only this time Eren cleaned his plate, not wasting one little drop.

He was feasting on you. Your cries egging him on to keep going. His tongue darted out, licking you clean over and over and over again until your legs were shaking and his face was dripping wet.

By the time he was finished, you were a panting mess. Legs splayed open, to weak to close them. Eren couldn’t help but smirk at the mess he made of you. Soon you would become an even bigger mess.

Dropping his towel, he situated himself between your legs. Rubbing his thick length up and down gathering your slick. Lining himself at your entrance, he pushed in the tip slowly.

Easing himself in slowly until he reached your back wall. Keeping a steady pace, he fucked you with a gentle need. Your legs were hooked around the bend of hips elbows. Keeping your legs bent at the perfect angle so he could dig deep.

Eren started to give you long strokes making you whine and cry out, pulling him down closer because it felt like too much for you to handle and you needed something to hold on too.

He loved when you did that. He loved to please you. Seeing you cry out for more only made him want you more. “𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐦𝐚, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭?” He spoke, still thrusting slow.

“𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡. 𝐈’𝐝 𝐝𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 -𝐚𝐡. ..”

“I -ah fuck! I love you too daddy!”

“I know you do mama.” He started getting a little faster. You clenching around his dick didn’t help. Tears gathered in your eyes the faster he got.

You felt yourself breathing heavier every time you felt his dick fill you up again and again.

“𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐱 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬.” He thrusted faster. The feeling of his orgasm beginning to climb with yours.

By now you were crying. The overwhelming feeling of your climax starting to become too much. “𝐖𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐱 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐞𝐚?” He asked you, while kissing your neck. It felt so good, especially with the way his dick was rubbing your insides perfectly. You juices leaking out onto the bed in the process.

“Yes, yess daddy!” You wailed. “I- I ahh shit! I wanna fix us baby. I’m gonna cum!”

“𝐆𝐨 𝐚𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐮𝐦 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐬.” Thrusting faster into you, your body started to feel light. You felt yourself cumming all over him and yourself. Eren grunted in your ear as his own climax shot into you.

“Ohhh my gosshh! I love you daddy!” You couldn’t help but yell loudly while your tears left your eyes.

“𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲. 𝐈 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐈’𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐱 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬.” He spoke softly to you.

Both of you coming down from making love. Something your both hadn’t done in a long time.

“Babe! What’s taking you so long?! Aaliyha’s ready to go!”

“Sorry!! You can put her in the car, I’ll be right down!” You yelled back to him from the bathroom. You guys were taking her to the amusement park since that’s where she wanted to go today.

It was nice to finally get some time in as a family, but you also couldn’t help but worry.

You haven’t been feeling pretty good and you had a suspicion about why you weren’t. This was just how you felt when you were pregnant the first time and just the thought about being pregnant AGAIN scared you.

You bit your nails as you waited for the results. Leg shaking up and down with your nerves.

You weren’t sure you could handle another pregnancy. You weren’t sure you guys were ready for that yet. All these thoughts of how and what you guys were going to do if you were pregnant flew in your mind scaring you.

Fuck it. Let’s get this shit over with.

You grabbed the test, staring hard at it for a moment.

A gasp left you as you seen a big fat word across the screen.

𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭.

“Oh shit. . .”

𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬, 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐲. 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤??? 𝐋𝐨𝐥

𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐!

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟑 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

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NSFW where Levi is absolutely obsessed by having his neck and/or face squeezed by reader’s thighs

What sweet pleasure it was to be clenched tightly betwixt your thighs. Such endless joy it was when you clenched a little either from intense concentration when playing a game, or blissful euphoria due to Levi's tongue. So plump, so warm, so thick, so kissable and so biteable.

He was needy for you, for your thighs and for your attention. A gentle caress on your thigh followed by an intentional squeeze would hint to you, his need. It wasn't always sexual. He was happy to sit on the floor with your legs wrapped around his neck as you read a book or played a game. When you focused or reached an exciting moment, you would squeeze ever so tightly. Levi's cute chubby cheeks would squish from your hold. A smile was always on his face.

When you worried about Levi, it made his heart flutter. Sometimes you thought you clenched his head too tightly and were on the verge of strangling him. You would ask him so sweetly with the most adorable look in your eyes to see if it was too tight.

You'd whine a little. "Sorry Levi, I crushed you too tightly."

"Don't be sorry, my darling. Squeeze me tighter. I fucking love it."

You'd clench tightly again and start playing with his soft hair. Being tenderly clenched was everything to him. If you rubbed your legs together against his head, it sent him into eternal bliss. Each time he was like this between your thighs, he would gently kiss your thigh.

Kissing your thighs was another wonderful thing he loved to do. He'd gently massage your thighs as he kissed and nipped them. He needs you to know just how beautiful you are, just how in love he is and just how incredible you are inside and out.

Eating you out was one of his favourite things to do. You tasted divine. Your moans were adorable and sexy. He would spend hours between your legs covering his tongue and lips in your sweet delicious honey. It didn't matter that he'd keep going until his jaw ached, he'd just keep improving the muscles there.

As he devoured the delicious meal that was you, he felt himself melting as you clenched him hard. His hands would be lovingly wrapped around your thighs. If you parted your legs just a little he would push them closer and tighter around his head and neck.

He'd make you come undone over and over. Each time you did and arched your back off the bed you would tug him even closer. When you were tired after multiple pops of pleasure, he would shower your thighs in kisses and bites.

To be between your thighs was heaven for him. He loved your thighs so much that having you wrap them around his waist and yank him roughly against you so he got deeper, just made him go wild. But that was a whole different story.

[stellarrespite]

There’s crack in this song.

[firstfirerebel]

𝕋𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕥𝕠𝕣

Sumary: When Levi was forced to join the Survey Squad, he left someone behind, someone who had grown to hate him since then...

(Levi was forced to join the Survey Squad by Erwin, that's also why I don't like the ship Eruri [I love both, but together it's just toxic])

Pairing: Levi x fem! Reader

Warnings: Mention of abusive childhood, many traumas (bullying, mental abuse,...), angst, hurt

Years have passed since you last saw him. The guy you grew up with, and the guy who betrayed you.

Growing up was hard for both of you. You had more luck with the standard of the family, but still, your life was hard. Being the kid of two people who hated each other and only communicated by yelling and fighting wasn't exactly a good place for a child.

People around you always found something to mock and bully you. Kids your age were the worst. Except for him, you met Levi when you were forced to go to a club with your so-called father.

He never stopped drinking, so you just went to search for a silent corner to wait till this horror was over. But the only place that was at least a little bit calm was occupied with a dark-haired slim boy.

"Family problems?", you asked him.

"Something like that," he awnserd, and you silently walked towards and sat beside him.

"Wanna talk?,"

He shook his head for a 'No', which you totally got. You also wouldn't want to tell a literal stranger your deepest and darkest secrets, but on the other hand, letting it out would be better. It seemed like your whole life purpose was to hold the burdens of your family, no matter if you could take it or not.

"What's your name? I'm (Y/n). My siblings wanted that to be my name. It's ugly. I know,"

"Levi," he awnserd short and quietly.

"You know, my father is a lot here. It would be nice to have someone here I could spend my time with. Would you mind?",

He just blinked, which you got as a sign that he didn't care. But you weren't someone to give up just like that. Otherwise, you might have never managed to survive.

Breaking the ice was hard when it came to this boy, but after a few times of being there, he even told you that he actually liked your name and thought it was pretty. A little while after that, you caught him crying because some neighbor kids made fun of him (this was before his mother died, so he didn't know how to defend himself cause no Kenny). Those weren't new for you. They also constantly mocked you.

"Hey! Three against one? You're cowards!" After you managed to distract them from Levi, you tricked them into believing you went home when you really went to search for your friend.

You found him leaning onto a brick wall and sat beside him in silence.

"Thanks, but why did you do that?",

"Because it's OK if they make fun of me, but not if they make fun of my friends. I don't care what they do to me. I look out for you. And I know you look out for me. That's what friends are there for,"

Since that incident, nothing parted you guys. You even switched your birth necklaces to show that you were connected. But everything good must come to an end.

When his mother died, you didn't see him for weeks, so when you went to look for him, you met his uncle Kenny. You both pep him up again, and since your family didn't care about you, you decided to be with Levi since he needed someone after losing his mother.

Kenny taught you how to defend and provide for yourself, but that was it. He left you when you had learned it all.

"Even if he's gone now, we still have each other. Nothing really bad can happen to us as long as we have each other,"

It was you. Always you. You were the one who comforted him when he had to deal with shit. You were there for him to fix what society broke. And even after you allied with others, you two were the closest. No one could come in between.

That's what you thought.

After your team took Isabel in, you thought it would only become better. She even called Levi, her big brother, to his annoyance. It was like a sting right to your heart. But Isa didn't know what you both had gone through together, so you felt guilty of feeling this way. Besides her seeing him like her brother, didn't mean you were replaced! Your bond was stronger than that of siblings or lovers. Once you swore to never let anything part you, you'd never be separated, never.

Until one order changed everything.

You thought it was the Military Squad, but nope, it was the Survey Squad. You were the only one who managed to get away. But you watched from a distance how a soldier pushed Levi into a puddle of mud that had the consistency of water. Hell for him...

But when you went to go closer to hear what they were saying. You only heard Levis annoyed:"I'll join the Survey Squad."

A punch into your guts. He'd leave the underground. He'd leave you! Breaking the promise HE made you. And for joining a squad?!

You weren't someone who cried. When your whole body was covered in bruises because of a fight that didn't go as planned, no tear. Your family yelling and insulting you, no sob. But now your eyes became watery, and your vision blurry. It felt as if you were suffocated. Breathing was almost impossible.

As if the whole ground you believed to be steady and safe just tore open to devour you.

No, you wouldn't cry! Not because of him and especially not while still seeing him.

A few weeks after that, you luckily met Kenny again. It was more like he found you.

Since that scene, it was like you had to go through every trauma you experienced again, but this time on your own without someone at your side. Kenny told you of his new job at the Military Squad and that he could need a tough girl like you.

Training and years in hiding. That was your whole life from then on. With nothing on your mind, then to finally throw this damn birth necklace of him away. It was your kind of connection, your bond, after all.

Allying with the man that once left you and him. Just to tell humanitys strongest soldier one thing.

And finally, the day came. The Survey Squad decided to turn against the Military Squad. And that was your and Kenny's time.

Fighting your way to his side, just to slowly rip his birth necklace off your neck, look at him with disgust, and throw it into a mud puddle before his feet. With one word on your lips.

"Traitor"

[tang3r1n]

here’s my list of anime dudes and chicks who’d fuck with eating ass and why;

(tw, i allude to dark subjects at some points, please be cautious and keep yourself and your mind safe <3)

animes; one piece, jjk, mha, aot

sanji— he’d be weird abt it, too loud, too wet, too gross abt it, idk man he’d be NEEEAAASSSTY.

zoro— not weird but he’d be like…so in love with your ass. like you gotta beg him to touch your clit cause he’s so focused on ur booty

law— hrrngh. hnnngfh- mmmmph.. love him. anyways, another one obsessed with ass but he’d be that sleaze who licks from your clit to asshole. like he edges you by just licking long stripes from one hole to the other reeeaalll slow. fingerbangs you like a MOTHER FUCKER while eating ur ass tho, like the kinda fast that looks like it hurts but feels fucking fantastic

luffy— obviously. no duh. no shit. he’s feral with it, but like law he switches between pussy and ass.. okay wait nvm he leans towards ur ass more imo, more stuff to actually ingest ig

doffy— he doesn’t wanna admit that he’s so fucking into ass, like the sight of a lil booty hole and he’s rock fucking hard, so he makes it a humiliation thing. like he’s making you feel pathetic and horrible for cumming from your ass like his dick isn’t sore as fuck and he’s cumming dry.

i really wanna say shanks. i really wanna fucking say shanks…. i’m saying shanks. he’d be lazy abt it tho, mainly eats you out to get your ready for his dick ngl, more of an ass fucker than an ass eater.

KIDD. KIDD. ON GOD. he’d be like doffy except he’s open abt LOVING ass AND humiliating you. he’s so fucking mean and on his knees slurping and sucking and fucking. deco loves biting your ass so hard you bleed. he’d fuck dry. yes he would.

hrrngk- nami<3– yall i have a PHAT crush on nami.. obsessed with her being obsessed over her bestie. anyways. FUCK. GOD. she’ll never fucking tell you abt it, never ever, but you can always feel her thumbs twitching near your lil pucker when she goes down on you, BIIIGGG into spanking tho. bitch leaves marks through jeans.

gojo— it’s gojo satoru, of course he’s into ass. he is THE man. THE MAN. he’s gonna eat ass, he’s gonna eat pussy, he’s gonna cum in ur mouth and make out, he’s gonna cum in your holes and eat it out. nasty mf with nasty desires.

g-..hm..yeah geto— he’d also be a humiliator. he doesn’t REALLY like ass all that much, doesn’t mind it, BUT.. it upsets you, makes you all teary and squirmy and he DOES like that. spanks so hard you welt <3

sukuna— fuck off you know why. i-i don’t have to say anything, ITS SUKUNA

mommy— I MEAN SHOKO— big bad mommy dom who makes you eat her ass then shoved all kinds of shit in your holes <3 loves doctor play and ‘taking your temp’ the old fashioned way <3 (god spit on me…)

aizawa— UUUUGGGHHHH :( i feel like he’s one of those men who loves fucking ass more than pussy, yknow? he’ll shove a vibe up there, turn it on full blast, and make you sit on his face while he eats you out and fingers ur pussy <3 a true gentleman who cums hands free when you squirt on his face and squeal then draws you a bath <33

fat gum— too easy. too fucking easy, gang he’s another everything man, loves it all.

ende-hm. en. hm. lemme sit on it for a second.

HOLY SHIT DABI— oh such an ass fucker, such an ass eater. he likes it for the taboo, naughty, gross aspect of it. the more you hate it the more he adores it. OH LORD he’d burn lil hearts on your ass so you couldn’t sit, make you lay face down and naked so he can eat your ass out while you’re ‘healing’ (he’s gonna do it again when they’ve scarred over.)

MIDNIGHT.— shes an either-or. she’ll let you choose which she eats out but both holes WILL be stuffed.

miruko— ofc dude. like. ofc. she’s got this carrot dildo you see, BABE JUST HEAR HER OUT PLEASE JUST LISTE—

eren mf yeager, BOTH yeager brothers— zeke is just an ass man, nothing really weird, just loves bootyhole. EREN NOW. eren’s like sanji. like literally so fucking loud and so fucking annoying and so fucking GROSS. there spit and lube everywhere, he’s drenched, whined and cries when you don’t let him fuck ur ass

jean(?)— also cried when you don’t let him go through the backdoor:( he’s such a crybaby, fucking your pussy so hard you can’t breathe while his thumbs are both hooked in your ass, i bet that’d feel weird as fuck cause he uses them to pull you back in.

hange— another obvious gross one. they’d be..so hot with it. god. i love team ‘girlcock hange’ btdubs. they’re the kind to finger you while DEMOLISHING your ass, spitting on ur pussy and rubbing your clit to tight and fast you’re dizzy all while they try and dig their dick deep enough to punch your gut.

GOD I WANNA SAY FUCKING REINER BUT I DONT THINK HES REALLY INTO IT :(

yknow who is??

endeavor, i decided he’d be an ass fucker. ooohh yeeeaaahhh… he’s not weird abt it, but the SSSSECOND you say you wanna get your ass ate he’s tossing you on the bed and ripping off your pants. a snogger, shoves his face ALL up in there <3 another one who SPANKS AND SLAPS AND SPITS AND BITES. he’d be like hange, fucking the shit out of your ass with his.. yknow those like, big logs of ground beef you can buy at stores? enji, anyways, and he’s finger blasting ur cunt with two fingers cause they’re big enough that if he fisted you he’d prolly fucking kill you.

k done. can you tell i’ve discovered a new kink guys?????

I HIT THE TAG LIMIT LMFAO

[kylermalloy]

Attack on Titan is a layered, multifaceted story that deals with many, many ideas—prejudice, propaganda, power, love, truth…I could go on. But more than anything, it’s about war. Attack on Titan is a war story. In that sense, it’s no surprise at the number of scenes that utilize fight, either as a concept, action, or just the word itself. It’s a story about fighting.

Or is it?

(It is. But it’s not about the fight. I’ll get there.)

The pivotal moment of the story occurs in season 3, when our characters go from fighting a war they don’t understand to fighting a war they do. The war itself hasn’t changed, nor the world, but now they know what they’re up against. But I’m not here to talk about that pivot—I’m here to talk about the narrative choice that was made a few episodes before that, and the thematic importance of that choice.

I’m here to talk about Midnight Sun.

The choice between Armin and Erwin has long since been a topic of debate amongst AOT fans. Whether it was the right choice, how happy or unhappy it made viewers, why exactly the choice was made, and so on and so forth. I’ve always found it to be a very simple yet effective piece of storytelling—one that walks a very fine line of displaying a core story theme and honoring the characters involved.

Interestingly, Levi, who’s historically a follower and not a leader, is the one to make this very important narrative choice. It was carefully designed, too—everything he’s witnessed so far in this season has led to this moment, and this very important decision he’ll make.

Now of course, as with everything, there’s a Watsonian and a Doylist reason for this decision to bring Armin back and not Erwin. Levi’s role in the choice is primarily a Watsonian one—he was one of the closest characters to Erwin, and he was the one to see Erwin struggle in his last moments before the charge.

Levi outright tells us his thought process after he makes the choice. After Erwin had let go of his dream, his struggle, which was as much a burden to him as a drive to continue forward, Levi thought it cruel to being him back into the world just because humanity needed a devil. It’s a human decision, and Levi made it for someone he cared deeply for.

But from a Doylist perspective, there’s a thematic reason as to why Armin was chosen and not Erwin. Obviously Levi, as a character in the story, is not thinking of what Erwin’s and Armin’s respective dreams are narratively representative of. Levi, in making his choice, didn’t so much as pick Armin as he didn’t pick Erwin. He was letting Erwin go, and he wasn’t thinking about what that would do to the story.

But I am!

Levi has been witness to both Erwin’s and Armin’s dreams, and he’s smart enough to place those dreams within the context of the war they’re fighting.

He asked Erwin explicitly what he would do when his dream was fulfilled—once they got to the basement in Shiganshina and learned the truth of the world. Erwin said he didn’t know.

Conversely, when Armin talked with his friends about after the war, he spoke of the sea. Of exploration beyond the walls, of seeing the wonders he’d only been able to read about. Unlike Erwin, he knew exactly what he would do when the fighting ended.

Now, does this mean to imply Erwin would’ve been useless after reaching the basement? Of course not. Had he survived, he would have continued to lead. But thematically, his purpose in the narrative was to drive the fight forward at any cost. We see this over and over—from the first expedition outside Wall Rose to his last charge against the Beast Titan. That’s what he represents, and that’s what his dream led to.

Armin’s dream, though, extends beyond the fight. He only cares about winning the war in that it will allow him the chance to explore and experience the wonders of the world.

Choosing Armin over Erwin, thematically, represents AOT’s fundamental view on war and fighting. The drive to win is not nearly as important as hope for the future. For after the fight is over.

Armin has always found solace and hope in things other than the war that has defined his and his friends’ lives. He dreams of the ocean. He worships his friends. He lives, as he tells Zeke in the final final final season, for the small moments with them. “Maybe I was born to race Eren and Mikasa up that hill.” That would be enough for him, even without his grand dream of the sea.

I genuinely think this choice is the closest thing AOT has to a thesis statement. This story shows us a plethora of messy situations to which there is no clear-cut solution. It displays a huge range of perspectives and philosophies without telling us what is good and what is bad. (Although it does, very specifically, tell us that genocide is bad, Eren!)

This choice in Midnight Sun, though, is more than a choice between two characters for survival. It speaks to what is most valuable in a world that seems to always be trying to kill you.

What good is winning the war if you don’t have something to hope for beyond that?

In other words, there’s some good in this world, Mr. Frodo. And it’s worth fighting for.