#Eren x reader

[saintkaylaa]

The Other Woman .ᐟ

ʚɞ: levi, eren, armin, jean, porco

note: you start shit for no reason by hitting them with the “must’ve been your other girlfriend”

warnings: cursing, kys & kms jokes in eren & porco, sexual in armin’s, f!reader

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Hit Different | Eren Jaeger

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ Eren meets his match when Ymir's cousin crashes into his life. Classic playboy meets maneater. ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

𖹭.ᐟ modern aot verse! college au!

.・゜✧﹒☁﹒✧゜・．.・゜✧﹒☁﹒✧゜・．.・゜✧﹒☁﹒✧゜・．.・

Eren sat there on the couch in his garage, legs spread out as his brows were furrowed deep in thought. Arm slung over the worn-out edge of the armrest, blunt ashes falling to the cold cement floor. He stopped smoking inside of his house when you said you didn't like the smell of tobacco, didn't like the way it stuck to your hair. That was months ago, but he still kept the habit. Or tried to. He told himself it wasn’t because of you, that it was just better this way. But he would almost catch himself saying your name when Connie tried to spark up in the living room.

"Don't light that shit up in here y/n doesn't like that shit—" His eyes would go wide, stopping himself midsentence, lowering his raised hand as a confused Connie moves the lighter away from the tip of his dutch.

Now he's sitting here, irritated as hell with thoughts of you. It hits different. The silence. Wondering what the hell you were doing right now. Wondering if you were with somebody else. Eren takes another slow drag, the cherry at the tip of his blunt glowing in the dim light of the garage. He exhales through his nose, jaw tightening as the smoke curls around him, dissolving into the cold night air. His leg bounces, restless, and he hates that he's thinking about you again. Hates that the silence only makes him wonder more.

He tells himself he doesn't care. That it's none of his business if you're out, if you're with someone else. But the thought sticks, stubborn and unwanted like gum to his shoe. He could just text you. Just ask what you’re doing. Maybe something casual—Where you at? or You good? Something that wouldn't make it so obvious that you're in his head. But his phone stays face down on the armrest, screen dark, and his fingers twitch with the urge to reach for it anyway.

His jaw clenches as he swipes his tongue over his teeth, eyes narrowing at nothing in particular. It's fine. He’s fine. He doesn’t need to know. It’s not like you owe him anything. Then his mind wanders to thoughts of you under someone else. Makes his other hand ball up into a fist, has his chest tighten for a second as his jaw feels tension. He hates how even just the thought has him sick to his stomach.

The garage door is cracked open just enough for the night breeze to slip through, and Eren finds himself staring at the empty street beyond it. It would be so easy to get in his car, drive to wherever you are, just to see for himself. Just to make sure. His fingers tighten around the blunt as he exhales sharply. He needs to get a grip. Needs to stop thinking about you like this. How did he even start thinking about you like this?

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8 months ago

Eren had never really been one for romantic attachments. He simply preferred the hit it and quit it, no strings attached life. In short, he was just a slut. Everyone knew that. Everyone was fine with it. Except the occasional girl who would think they knew what they were getting themselves into but fall into the sinkhole of charm that was Eren Jaeger.

"Yo, Jaeger!" Ymir bursts into Eren's place, plopping herself onto the couch across from Eren, who was laying with a blunt lazily between his lips, preoccupied with his game of Rainbow Six. Flicking through the operators before he goes with his main, Kali.

"W'ssup Ymir?" His eyes flit to her for a second, greeting muffled as he tries to keep the lit blunt balanced, tiny tufts of smoke leaving his mouth with each word.

"Nothin' much. Just got back from helping my cousin move into her place. Girl has so much shit, my back is fuckin' aching from carrying her dresser. I know I'm a masc lesbian but fuck, I'm still a damn girl," Ymir rubs her aching back as she sits up, watching Eren snipe yet another person. "I need some damn indo to help with this back pain."

"Cousin?" Although Eren and Ymir were close, Eren felt like he knew jack shit about her. He didn't even think she had actual parents. In his mind she just spawned onto the earth with no attachments.

"Yeah. My cousin on my pop's side," Ymir leans forward to grab the blunt dangling from Eren's lip, which he side eyes but allows, "We used to be hella close growing up as kids til she moved up north. But she just moved back for school. Got into some fashion design program or some shit." She takes a fat puff, coughing a bit as she leans back into the couch once more.

Eren hums, barely paying attention as he respawned in-game, fingers moving lazily over the controller. “Fashion design, huh? Sounds high maintenance.” In his mind he was envisioning a bubbly, ditzy girl who could barely form a coherent sentence without using the word 'like'.

Ymir snorts, shifting to get more comfortable on the couch, blunt between her thumb and index finger as her other hand rests behind her head. “Please, she’d eat you alive, Jaeger.”

That caught his attention. His brows lift slightly as he glances at Ymir out of the corner of his eye. Taking the blunt back for another hit, the ember at the tip of his blunt glows a fiery red as he took another slow drag, letting the smoke sit in his lungs before exhaling through his nose. His free hand runs through his already-messy hair before he leans back, posture relaxed but interest piqued.

“That so?” He drawls, as if the idea of someone getting the best of him was comical. It was utterly laughable.

Ymir smirks knowingly. “Yeah. She’s not like those girls that throw themselves at you.” She reaches over to grab the blunt from his fingers again, taking a slow inhale before flicking the ashes onto the dirtied rolling tray that sits on Eren's beat up coffee table. “She’s a fuckin' problem.”

Eren lets out a short laugh, eyes still trained on the screen, but the way his leg bounces slightly betrayed how much she had his attention now. “A problem, huh?”

Ymir rolls her eyes, exhaling deeply. “Don’t do that.” She already knows what's going on in Eren's head. She can already see that conniving look on his face. Like a bad ass kid plotting.

“Do what?”

“Make it sound like a challenge,” she scoffs, watching as the smirk tugged at his lips. Aaaaand there it was, that conniving look.

His fingers twitched slightly against the controller, but he shrugs, feigning indifference. “You make it sound like I couldn’t handle her.” But the tone in his voice was anything but indifferent.

Ymir lets out a sharp laugh, shaking her head. “Handle her?” She stretches her arms behind her head, amused. “Jaeger, she’d ruin you.”

That made him pause, just for a second. He tilts his head toward Ymir now, fully interested. “How so?”

“She’s just like you,” Ymir says simply with a casual shrug of her shoulders, blowing out a fat swirling cloud of smoke before handing the blunt back to him. “Except worse.”

Eren raises a brow, taking a slow hit before exhaling toward the ceiling. “Worse?”

“Oh yeah.” Ymir’s grin was almost cruel. “She’s got a new guy every other week. Doesn’t do relationships, doesn’t do feelings. The second she gets bored? You’re out. No explanations. No second chances. Sound familiar?”

His fingers momentarily stilled over the controller. “Lemme get this straight,” he says after a beat, bringing the blunt back to his lips. “She’s a maneater?”

“That’s an understatement,” Ymir mutters, rolling her neck. “She’d chew you up and spit you out, Jaeger. And I’d pay good money to see it.”

Eren exhales sharply, shaking his head, but the smirk that tugs at the corner of his lips gives him away. He wasn’t used to hearing about a girl like this. Someone who played the same game he did, who knew how to keep things casual and clean.

But the way Ymir spoke about you… the certainty in her voice, the absolute conviction that you were the one who would wreck him and not the other way around—it irked him. Because no one ever got the best of Eren Jaeger. No one.

“She ever try to sink her teeth into you?” he asks, mostly just to push Ymir’s buttons.

Ymir lets out a barking laugh, smacking her knee. “Fuck no. I'm one of the few lucky ones. She actually respects me.” Then her grin widens. “Which is more than I can say for you, by the way.”

Eren clicks his tongue, rolling his eyes as he gives Ymir a dubious smile, but he couldn’t shake the way his mind was suddenly fixated on you. For the first time in a long time, it wasn’t about how fast he could get someone into bed. It was about how long he could last before you decided he was disposable. And for some reason, he really wanted to find out.

Eren exhales a thin stream of smoke, tapping ash onto the makeshift ashtray as he gives Ymir a sideways glance. “You talk about her like she’s some kind of myth.”

Ymir snorts, kicking her feet up on the edge of the coffee table. “She might as well be. Every dude she’s been with thinks they’re gonna be the one to change her, to get her to stay. And every single one of them ends up ghosted, wondering what the fuck just happened.”

Eren smirks, tilting his head slightly. “Sounds like they’re just weak pussies.” He can't imagine any self-respecting guy to be groveling at a girl's feet.

Ymir lets out another laugh. “Nah, they’re just dumb. She makes them feel like they’re special, lets them think they’re running the show. But the second she’s bored? She moves the fuck on, no hesitation.” She takes the blunt from him again, flicking the accumulated ash onto the coffee table by accident when she misses the ashtray. “Shit’s actually impressive.”

Eren leans back against the couch, stretching his arms over his head, pensive smirk still in place. “So, what? You’re warning me?”

“I’m telling you not to waste your time,” Ymir says casually, leaning forward. “You think you’re hot shit because girls let you do whatever you want, but she ain’t like that. She’ll let you hit, sure—if she even finds you interesting enough—but she won’t think about you after. You won’t be special, Jaeger.”

That had something curling hot and stubborn in his chest, something he wasn’t used to feeling. Not special? Eren Jaeger was always special. He didn’t say anything, just grabbed the blunt back from Ymir and took a slow drag, eyes narrowing at the screen in front of him, pretending her words didn’t get under his skin.

Ymir watches him, and when he stays silent, she grins knowingly. “Ohhh shit,” she drags out. “You’re actually interested, aren’t you?”

Eren exhales a faux laugh through his nose, jaw tightening. “Relax. I’m just curious.” But Ymir already knows you have your claws sunk into him, even before he met you. That's just the type of hold you had on boys.

“Curious, my ass,” Ymir cackles. “This is gonna be fucking hilarious. I cannot wait to see you get humbled.”

Eren scoffs, shaking his head, but Ymir’s words stick to him like gum on pavement. He hated how much this was getting under his skin, how much he already wanted to see for himself. Because if there was one thing he couldn’t stand, it was someone thinking they had him figured out. And right now? It sounded like you were the one to beat.

₊˚⊹ ᰔ

Music lowly plays from the tiny Bluetooth speaker on the white dresser, bass thrumming low as you stand in front of the full-length mirror that sat in the corner of Ymir and Historia's room, applying a final coat of lip gloss, rubbing your lips together to blend your lipliner just right. The dim amber-yellow light of the bedroom reflects the shimmer against your lips, and you press them together with a satisfied smirk, blowing a kiss to yourself.

Behind you, Historia sprawls on the bed, one knee bent, her phone resting against her thigh. She scrolls lazily, barely sparing you a glance until something about your outfit catches her attention. She looks up briefly, eyes flicking over your outfit before raising a brow. “You’re actually trying tonight?”

You turn, placing a hand on your hip as you pose for her, making those cunty faces you two see on Rupaul's Drag Race. “This is minimal effort, babe. I'm going easy tonight.”

Historia rolls her eyes but smiles, propping herself up on her elbows. “Yeah, yeah. You just like making it look easy.”

You grab your pair of hoop earrings from the nightstand, sliding them on as you check your reflection again. Tight, flattering, just the right amount of skin—tonight is going to be fun. “Speaking of looking easy, what about you? You’re not pulling up in that sweater, right?”

Historia huffs dramatically, tossing a pillow at you. “I’ll change later. Ymir is taking forever in the bathroom, and I am not getting dressed in front of her just so she can talk shit about every outfit I try on the entire time.”

You snicker, knowing she’s not wrong. Ymir has a talent for running her mouth, and Historia—despite her sharp tongue—usually ends up the easiest target. Blame the innate sweetness that she harbors. Something you don't really have.

As if on cue, Ymir’s voice calls from the echoing hallway. “y/n, you better not be corrupting my girlfriend again!"

You turn to Historia with a grin. “As if she needs my help.” Historia flips you off before sitting all the way up, long blonde hair cascading down her back.

“Who’s gonna be at this party tonight? Anybody interesting?” You ask, turning back to the mirror as you adjust your top with a shift and a squeeze.

“Dunno. Sasha said she’d be there, and Connie’s probably already pregaming," Historia swings her short legs off the bed.

“And the guys?” You ask, voice laced with mild interest. Might as well peruse the menu before you get to the restaurant. Maybe choose who you want to sink your teeth into before you arrive, make things easier.

“Why? You got your eye on someone?” Historia raises an eyebrow, curious as to what your chaotic ass would have planned for tonight. You and Historia have been out together countless times, and each outing has its own insane story.

“I’m just asking," shrugging your shoulders, you walk over, plopping onto the bed beside her.

“I guess it depends on what you mean by ‘interesting.’ Jean will probably be there. You know how he is—loves the attention but gets all soft when a girl actually plays back," She explains to you. You've met some of Ymir and Historia's friends, become slightly acquainted.

You hum in acknowledgment. “Reiner, probably? Bert too. I think they were talking about it last night,” you continue, running through the other friends you had met in passing.

Historia tilts her head, looking down at you as you stare up at the ceiling. “What about Eren?” She knows exactly why she's bringing him up. Little freakin' instigator.

At that, you pause, blinking once before snorting. “Eren Jaeger?”

She nods, her cerulean eyes still focused on you and your reaction to the boy. “Yeah. You two have never met, right?”

You shake your head. “Nope. Ymir’s mentioned him before, though. Total playboy, right?” You had only been in town for a couple of weeks, and it seemed like every other conversation was 'Eren this, Eren that". It was annoying, really. Ymir's friends acted like he was some kind of God.

Historia smirks. “Yeah, textbook.”

Your lips curl at the corner. “Hmm.” You don’t say anything else, but you can feel Historia watching you closely.

“What?” she finally asks, nudging your arm.

You stretch your body before standing up from the bed with a slow, lazy smile. “Nothing. Just wondering what kind of playboy we’re talking about here.” You've dealt with more than a handful of so called 'playboys' and they've all crumbled before you. Reduced to groveling messes. Snot nosed, teary eyed, on their knees begging pathetic puddles of men.

Historia rolls her eyes, but she's smiling something mischievous. “Don’t even try it. Ymir already said you’d destroy him.”

Your smirk widens, that's exactly what you wanna do. “Then maybe it’ll be fun to prove her right.”

Before Historia can respond, Ymir strolls into the room, towel draped over her defined shoulders, damp strands of chocolate brown hair sticking to her forehead. She takes one look at you, then at Historia, and groans, throwing her head back.

“Oh, hell no,” she says, rubbing a hand down her grimaced face. “What are you two talking about? And why do I feel like it’s something that’ll piss me off?”

Historia smiles, tilting her head innocently. “We were just talking about the party.”

Ymir narrows her eyes before turning to you. “Uh-huh. And why do I get the feeling that you’re plotting something?”

You shrug with a toothy grin, smoothing out your top as you turn back to the mirror. “I don’t plot, Miri, you know that. I just go with the flow.”

Ymir scoffs, rolling her eyes as she sits down on the edge of the bed. “Yeah, and that ‘flow’ usually leaves a trail of broken hearts and emotionally scarred men in its wake.”

You laugh, tossing a menacing wink at her. “Not my fault they can’t keep up.”

Historia snorts, and Ymir groans again, rubbing at her temples. “Alright, for real. What’s the topic of the night? Who are you planning on destroying this time?”

You turn back to them, leaning casually against the dresser. “We were just talking about Eren Jaeger.” Your tongue presses against your cheek as your lips curl into a conniving smile.

Ymir stops mid-motion, eyes locking onto yours, and grimaces. “Oh, for fuck’s sake.”

You raise a brow, your lips slightly parting in feigned innocence and confusion. “What?”

Ymir throws her hands up. “Nope. No. I refuse to let this happen.”

Historia leans back against the bed frame, amused. “You say that like you can stop it.”

Ymir groans, looking between you and Historia. “Listen, I know my cousin. And I know Jaeger. You two? That’s a goddamn collision waiting to happen.”

You smirk, crossing your arms. “Sounds fun.”

Ymir points at you, eyes sharp. “No, sounds like a mess. He’s the worst kind of playboy—thinks he’s untouchable, gets what he wants, then bounces. And you?” She gestures vaguely yet dramatically at you. “You’re the female version of that. The only difference is that you don’t even let them think they had you in the first place.”

You tap a manicured finger against your lips, feigning deep thought. “So, what you’re saying is… I’m better at it?” A devilish smile forms on your glossed lips, perfect brows rising in satisfaction.

Historia cackles, and Ymir grabs a pillow off the bed, throwing it at you. “I’m serious, dumbass! Eren’s the type who doesn’t get played, and you—” She shakes her head, eyes shut. “You’re gonna ruin his fucking ego.”

You shrug, catching the pillow and tossing it onto the bed. “And? Sounds like a him problem.”

Ymir drags a hand down her face. “I don’t got the energy for this.”

Historia grins. “Oh, I do. This is gonna be hilarious.” If there was popcorn she would definitely be eating it right now.

You laugh, stretching before grabbing your phone from the dresser. “Well, guess we’ll just have to see for ourselves, won’t we?”

Ymir groans one last time, muttering something about needing a drink already, while Historia smirks knowingly. The three of you are just about ready to head out when chaos strikes—in true you and Ymir fashion. It starts with a missing sneaker.

“Where the fuck is my shoe?” you mutter, crouching near the bed, tossing aside a hoodie, a hairbrush, and what looks like a half-eaten granola bar (probably Ymir’s). “I literally just had them both here.”

Historia, standing by the door with her arms crossed, sighs. “Ymir probably kicked it under the bed or something.”

“Excuse me?” Ymir squints, sitting on the dresser with her arms draped over her knees. “Why do I get blamed automatically?”

“Because you’re always the reason,” Historia deadpans, icy blue eyes lidded.

“Valid,” Ymir admits with a sensible nod, but then tilts her head. “Still not my fault.”

You blink at her before getting down on your hands and knees, blindly reaching under the bed. “I swear to God, if I find some weird ass shit down here, I’m gonna kill both of you.”

“I told you not to look under there,” Historia says, completely unhelpful. All she wants right now is to be downing vodka cranberries and dancing to Saweetie. She might even pretend to be straight so guys will pay her to kiss Ymir like at the last party they went to.

Your fingers graze something soft and cold and squishy, and you scream. Ymir howls with laughter as you jerk back so fast you nearly smack your head on the nightstand. “WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!”

Historia wheezes, clutching her stomach as she leans against the doorframe. “Oh my god, I forgot about that!”

“Forgot about what?!” you snap, eyes wide and chest heaving, with your hands raised up as if they were contaminated. Which they probably were with the rest of the stuff Ymir hid under her bed.

Ymir can barely get words out between gasps of laughter. “Bro, it’s the ice pack! The one Historia left down there weeks ago when she fucked up her knee!”

Historia nods furiously, laughing so hard she has to brace herself against the wall. “I— I was icing it while watching TV and then it just… stayed there.”

You stare at both of them, disgusted. “You two are feral. Ymir, I understand. But you, Historia?”

Ymir wipes a tear from her eye, finally catching her breath. If she laughed any harder, she'd be having an asthma attack. “Oh, man. You’re so fucking dramatic.”

You shake your head, completely over it, and reach back under, finally finding your missing sneaker. “If I die from some unknown bacteria because of you two, my ghost is haunting this place.”

Historia, still snickering, straightens up. “Noted. Now can we go? I need some Grey Goose in my system pronto.”

You dust yourself off and slip your shoe on. “Yeah, yeah, let’s go before I change my mind.”

Ymir hops off the dresser, slinging an arm around Historia’s shoulder. “Finally. I need a fucking drink.” With that, the three of you head out the door—completely unaware that tonight is about to be the beginning of something more dramatic than a damn Shakespeare play.

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“Bro, hurry the fuck up!” Connie yells from the living room, mouth probably full of chips if the muffled sound of his voice is anything to go by. “You take longer to get ready than my sister.”

“Shut up, Connie,” Eren calls back, dragging a comb through his hair one last time. He’s not even trying that hard—just the usual: white tee, black jeans, and a flannel he doesn't care all that much about just in case his overly drunk ass misplaces it. Simple. Easy. Still, something feels off, like he’s overthinking tonight. And Eren Jaeger never overthinks.

He steps back from the mirror, eyes scanning himself once more. Sharp jaw, messy hair that still somehow looks good, green eyes that’ve gotten him out of more trouble than he cares to admit. Yeah. Still got it. He grabs his phone from the bathroom counter, ignoring the flood of unread texts sitting in his inbox—three different girls, all wanting to know if they’d “run into him” tonight. His thumb hovers over one of their names for a second before he snorts to himself and shoves the phone in his back pocket. Not in the mood.

He’s not really sure what he’s in the mood for. Lately, all of it’s been feeling… boring. Same faces, same lines, same routine. A couple of drinks, a little flirting, and by the end of the night, they’re tangled up in his sheets. No attachments. No feelings. Easy. It’s supposed to be easy. But for some reason, Eren can’t shake this weird, restless feeling creeping under his skin tonight.

He walks into the living room, where Connie and Jean are already half a bottle deep into Eren’s liquor stash like they pay rent here or something. Connie’s stretched across the couch, feet shamelessly on the coffee table, while Jean flips through a playlist on his phone, back slightly hunched, sitting on top of one of the kitchen counters.

Jean glances up before doing a double take. “You’re still wearing that flannel?” Jean raises a brow. “Thought you’d retired it after that blonde last month—what was her name again?”

Eren rolls his eyes, snatching a bottle of Hennessy off the table. “Mind your business.”

Connie chortles. “Man, you are off tonight. Usually, you’re already texting some poor girl by now, setting up your after party plans.”

“Yeah, what gives?” Jean adds, leaning back against the cupboards. “Having an identity crisis or somethin'?”

Eren ignores both of them, twisting the cap off the bottle and taking a swig. The burn slides smooth down his throat, but it doesn’t do much to quiet his thoughts. He doesn’t know why he’s on edge tonight—he’s been to a thousand of these. Same people, same drinks, same easy hookups. Girls who know what they’re getting into with him and guys who pretend not to care that Eren always seems to be the center of the room. But tonight? Tonight feels different.

Maybe it’s because Ymir mentioned that her cousin would be there—you—the so-called female version of him. He leers at the memory of Ymir's warning. The way she said you’d ruin him like it was an undeniable fact. Like it was already written in the stars. Like it was already decided. Please. No one ruins Eren Jaeger.

Connie’s voice cuts through again. “Ohhh wait.” His eyes narrow playfully. “This got something to do with Ymir’s cousin? What’s her name again?” Eren doesn't answer, just stays quiet. Connie grins. “y/n, right? Yeah, I heard bout her. She’s bad.”

Eren’s jaw flexes again, his grip tightening slightly around his phone. “What the fuck does that mean?”

Connie raises a brow, sparking up a blunt that he seemingly pulled out of thin air. “Means she's bad, bro. As in hot. As in way outta your league.” Connie takes a hit, pulling it back to see if it's burning just right before passing it to Eren, who takes it without glancing.

Eren scoffs, smoke curling from his lips. “No one’s outta my league.” He says it with the confidence of a man who’s never heard the word ‘no’ in a way that actually mattered. Since birth Eren had been one cocky son of a bitch, and for good reason too.

“Yeah? She might be.” Connie smirks, pouring himself another shot. "Heard she's already got a roster and she's barely been here a couple weeks."

Eren leans forward, resting his elbows on the kitchen counter, blunt dangling between his fingers. “So?”

“So,” Connie says, shrugging as knocks back the Hennessy like its water, “I’m just saying—she’s like you. Probably already got some dude lined up for tonight and won’t give a shit about whatever game you think you’re running.”

Eren’s tongue presses against his cheek, brows furrow and his gaze darkening. He doesn't like the way that sounds. Doesn’t like the idea of you brushing him off—of anyone brushing him off.

“She’s just another girl,” Eren mutters, more to himself than to Connie. “They all play hard to get till they aren’t.”

Connie laughs. “Yeah? Well, good luck with that.”

Eren takes another drag, holding the smoke in his lungs like he’s locking in a decision. On the outside, he’s calm, collected, the usual brand of cocky. But inside? Oh, he’s already made up his mind. If you’re really as untouchable as they say, there’s only one thing to do. Find out for himself.

₊˚⊹ ᰔ

The bass shakes the walls, vibrating through the floorboards and straight into the bones of anyone standing too close to the speakers. Red plastic cups litter the countertops some half full some tipped over. The air is thick with the sting of liquor, the stench of sweat, and the occasional hint of weed. Floors sticky as they get covered in track marks.

Eren spots you the second you walk in. He doesn’t mean to. It’s not like he was waiting for you or anything. But the second the door swings open and you step inside, it’s like the party shifts. Like you shift the air just by being here.

And fuck, do you look good. Your hair is tousled, lips glossed, and that skimpy outfit—shit. Eren’s eyes flicker down for a split second, a slow smirk tugging at his lips as he takes in the way it clings to you just right. Top hugging your tits just right and skirt shifting with each step. He doesn’t even have to try to picture it bunched up around your hips. The thought just plants itself in his head like it belongs there. He exhales through his nose, rolling his jaw. He’s seen beautiful before. Had them in his bed, in his car, against bathroom sinks at parties just like this one. But there’s something different about this. About you.

And then? You fucking ignore him.

You and Historia weave through the crowd like you own the place with your arms interlinked, Ymir following close behind, and you don’t even spare him a glance. No knowing smirk, no subtle check-over, nothing. You just flick your hair over your shoulder and move straight for the kitchen, where a handful of people are already pouring drinks.

Eren’s smirk twitches. Oh. This is gonna be fun.

He watches as some guy—Jean, of all people—gravitates toward you, already pulling that smooth nice guy act. Eren doesn’t even have to hear the conversation to know exactly what’s happening. Jean leans in just a little, eyes dipping to your lips between words, smiling like he’s got a shot. And then you laugh—head tilted back just enough to make it look effortless. Eren’s fingers tighten around his cup.

Connie, now posted up against the wall beside him, follows his gaze and grins, letting out a low whistle. “Daaaamn,” he drawls out the single syllable just for the dramatics. “Jean’s already on that? Tough break, bro.”

Eren scoffs, tipping his drink back and swallowing slow like he wants the liquor to burn his throat on purpose. “Not my break to be tough.”

“Sure.” Connie sneers, stretching the word out like he’s not buying a damn thing. “So it’s not pissing you off that he’s—”

“I don’t give a fuck what he’s doing.” The words snap out faster than intended.

Connie raises a brow, like he’s just caught onto something real interesting. “Yeah? Then why do you look like you wanna knock his ass out?”

Eren doesn’t answer. Doesn’t need to. Instead, he pushes off the wall, weaving through the party with that lazy, self-assured stride that’s gotten him anything he’s ever wanted. People move out of his way without him even trying, girls trailing their eyes over him as he passes. But his focus? Locked. Jean is still talking, still smiling like he has a chance—until Eren’s presence shifts the entire energy of the space. Jean notices first. Then you do. And finally—you meet his eyes.

Eren doesn’t look away. He doesn’t break that charged stare, doesn’t let you see anything but that knowing smirk playing at his lips. You knew this was coming. You had to. The way your own lips curve at the edges tells him everything. He expects you to turn, to give him your full attention. After all, you're such a lucky girl to be graced with the presence of Eren Jaeger.

But no. You let out a soft snort, flipping your hair as you continue your conversation with Jean. Eren’s smirk falters for half a second. Oh, so that’s how you wanna play it? His grip tightens around his cup, but then—he laughs. A deep, low chuckle that rumbles through his chest as he tilts his head, running his tongue along the inside of his cheek. You think you can just brush him off like that? Like he’s nobody?

Alright, sweetheart. Let’s see how long you last.

Eren leans back against the counter, swirling the liquor in his cup as he watches you, waiting for the moment you’ll crack and finally look at him. He’s patient—cocky, but patient. Girls always fold first. But you? You don’t even glance his way. Instead, you tilt your head at Jean, lashes fluttering just enough to make the poor guy swallow hard.

“You were saying?” you prompt, voice smooth as silk. Eyes looking up at him so steadfast, making him feel like the only boy in the world.

Jean blinks, briefly thrown off before he collects himself. “Uh—yeah. I was saying—you should totally let me take you out sometime.” He leans against the counter, confidence settling back into his stance. “No pressure. Just two good lookin' people getting food together. Maybe some drinks.”

You hum, pretending to consider it. “Sounds more like a date.”

Jean grins. “It can be. Or it can just be a good time. Your call.”

Eren scoffs under his breath, barely audible over the thrum of music. This guy. Jean thinks he’s smooth. Thinks he can keep your attention just because he’s playing nice. Cute.

You smirk, tipping your cup toward Jean. “I like the idea of a good time.”

Jean raises a brow. “Yeah?” Eren can just hear the excitement in his voice, the undertone of him surprised that you'd even consider it.

“Mhmm,” you sip, eyes flickering over him as you size him up and down. “And you’ve been looking real good tonight, Jean.” You can't deny that Jean is attractive. Six foot something, muscular but not too much. Stubble highlighting his sharp jawline.

Jean’s brows lift slightly, like he wasn’t expecting that. “Oh?”

“Yeah.” You lean in a little, lowering your voice like you’re telling a secret. “Been hitting the gym, haven’t you?” Your breath is warm against his ear, subtle but effective. Jean tenses, then exhales through his nose, like he’s trying to play it cool.

Jean then chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck to calm his nervousness. “Maybe a little.”

“It’s working,” your voice is soft and sweet, masking your devilish intentions. A sly hand creeps up his arm, gently squeezing his bicep. Jean subconsciously flexes it, an obvious attempt to impress you.

Jean’s ears go a little pink, and Eren rolls his eyes. Jesus. This is painful. You’re just playing with the guy, toying with him like a cat with a string, and he’s eating it up. His fingers tighten around the rim of his cup. Pathetic. Jean’s lapping it up, oblivious to the fact that he’s just another name on your list, just another temporary distraction. And maybe that’s what really pisses Eren off.

Eren bites the inside of his cheek, swirling the liquor in his cup with a slow flick of his wrist. The ice rattles against the plastic, but his focus is razor sharp on you. On the way your fingers graze Jean’s forearm, the way your lips curve at something he says—something that wasn’t even funny. The sudden tug on his wrist rips his attention away.

"Eren," a voice purrs, dragging his name out like a slow sip of honey. He barely has time to register who it is before soft hands pull him away from the counter, dragging him into the depths of the party. He exhales sharply. Of course. One of the girls from Mikasa's sorority, Louise. She’s all over him before he even gets a word out, pressing against his side like she belongs there. “Where the hell have you been, Jaeger? Too good to say hi now?”

Eren scoffs, eyes flickering toward the kitchen one last time, but you’re still wrapped up in Jean, still laughing at whatever dumb thing he’s saying, still not sparing Eren a single glance. Fine. He lets Louise pull him toward the hallway, weaving through sweaty bodies and the fog of cheap liquor and weed. Her grip is possessive, like she thinks she can stake some kind of claim over him just because they fucked once. They stop near the base of the stairs, away from the worst of the party but still close enough that the music pulses through the walls.

“I was starting to think you were avoiding me,” Louise hums, pressing a manicured hand to his chest, almond shaped nails scraping lightly over the fabric of his shirt as she tilts her chin up, batting her false lashes. Eren notices the inner corner of her strip lash lifting up a bit, making her look wonky, but he doesn't care enough to say anything.

Eren’s smirk is lazy, practiced. “Should I be?”

Her lips part slightly, caught between intrigue and challenge. “I don’t know. You tell me.” Flashing him a smile, she tilts her head to the side, blue eyes trying to pierce through the emotional wall Eren currently had up.

Eren exhales through his nose, tipping his head back slightly, bored. She’s doing that thing—the same thing every girl does when they want to get a second round with him. Soft touches, sultry looks, a voice dipped in sugar and suggestion. It’s textbook.

It would be so easy. He could take her upstairs, let her kill the frustration building in his chest, let her drag him under and replace the image of you and Jean still talking. Laughing. Touching. But when he looks down at Louise—he doesn’t see you. Doesn’t feel anything.

His jaw tightens, body burning with frustrations that you're the irritating source of. “Not happening.”

Louise blinks dumbfounded, jaw going slack. “What?”

Eren steps back, shaking her hand off his chest. “I’m good. Go find someone else.”

Her lips part, the briefest flicker of shock crossing her face before it hardens into something sharper. Annoyance, maybe. Embarrassment. Either way, she doesn’t like it. “You’re serious?”

Eren just shrugs, rolling his shoulders as he shoves his hands into his pockets, already feeling like this conversation is a complete waste of his precious time. “Dead serious.”

She scoffs, crossing her arms, agitation showing in her posture as one leg steps out, her hip pointed. “You really think you’re all that, huh?”

He just shrugs. Doesn’t deny it. Pursing his lips and swirling his solo cup of henny and coke, waiting for her to catch the damn hint and kick rocks.

“Whatever,” she huffs, rolling her eyes. “Your loss.” She flips her hair and stalks off, disappearing into the party with a dramatic sway of her hips.

Eren exhales, rolling his tongue over his teeth with a tchht before turning back toward the kitchen. And when he does—you’re looking right at him. Not with jealousy. Not with anger. Just amusement. Like you knew this would happen all along. Eren smirks, shaking his head slightly as he lifts up his drink to his pink lips. He takes a slow sip, holding your gaze over the rim of his cup.

You hold eye contact for a small second before you turn your attention back to Jean. He's actually such a sweetheart you're genuinely enjoying the conversation. Which was... refreshing. You don't remember when the last time you had such an interesting conversation with a person of the opposite sex. One that didn't consist of hook ups or how 'fuckin' hot' you looked.

Jean was in the middle of a passionate tangent about Sailor Moon being able to solo Goku if they were to go one on one. It was cute to see such a straight browed guy defend a shoujo protagonist against the poster boy for shonens.

“I know, I know. Everyone always goes ‘But Goku’s a Super Saiyan, blah blah blah,’ right? But Sailor Moon—she’s got that moon power, bro. You know how powerful the moon is? No one knows the moon’s potential. It’s like, this massive source of energy.” He takes a few more gulps of his drink, making that little ahh' sound before he continues, “And Goku’s just a dude, right? Yeah, he’s got all this strength, but Sailor Moon? She’s literally a magical being. She can manipulate the power of the moon—and that’s not even the best part. She’s got that Silver Crystal, man. That thing can destroy entire universes. If Goku’s even trying to throw a Kamehameha at her, she can just use that to, like, wipe him out before he even finishes charging it.”

Jean huffs out a breath, swaying slightly as he sets his drink down. All that Jameson was going straight through him. “Shit—I gotta take a piss.” He flashes you an easy grin, thumb pointing over his shoulder toward the hallway. “Don’t go anywhere, yeah?”

You let out a tiny laugh of air, smiling as he gives you a flushed boyish grin. “No promises.”

Jean chuckles, rolling his eyes playfully before he disappears into the crowded party. You shake your head, turning back toward the counter, scrolling through your phone like you’re not hyperaware of the gaze burning into the side of your face. Then, before you can even process it—he’s there. A slow, lazy presence stepping into your space like he belongs there. You don’t look up, don’t acknowledge him, but you hear the way he exhales, the entitlement practically dripping from his voice.

"You done playing yet?" It’s smooth, teasing, but there’s an edge underneath. Like he's nagging like an impatient child.

You hum, taking another sip from your drink, still not looking at him as you half watch people's instagram stories. “Playing what?”

Eren chuckles, trying to cover the bratty scoff that somehow leaves his breath. You can hear the way he shifts, arms crossing, the way he fixes his stance. "You tell me."

Finally, you glance up, tilting your head as your squinted eyes flick over him. Jaw tight, bottom lip catching in his teeth, biceps flexing under his shirt like he doesn’t even realize it. Oh, he’s pissed. Amused, but still pissed. Your lips part, a retort on your tongue—

"y/n, we gotta go. Like right now." Ymir’s voice slices through the tension like a blade. You blink, turning just in time to see her hoisting Historia up by the waist, the blonde giggling into her shoulder. "Before Christina Aguillera here falls off another table and gets a concussion," Ymir grumbles, adjusting her grip as Historia hiccups dramatically. You sigh, downing the rest of your drink before setting the cup down. Eren is still looking at you, now frowning like a child whose ice cream just fell off the cone.

You smirk, letting your eyes trail over him one last time before pushing off the counter. “Night, Jaeger.”

Eren exhales sharply as he watches you leave. That was his shot. He should’ve said something—should’ve done something. But no. You slipped away. He licks his lips, tongue pressing against his cheek as he tips his head back, exhaling through his nose.

Next time, sweetheart.

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The Devil's Bride

Aurora Jaeger, Eren's long-lost childhood friend, was taken from him when they were children. After years of suffering under Marleyan control, Aurora is reunited with Eren while he’s undercover in Marley, igniting a bond neither of them expected. Despite her gentle nature, Aurora breaks her vow of pacifism to save Eren’s life, solidifying their deep connection. Secretly married before the Raid on Liberio, Aurora is swept into Eren's world of chaos and destruction. As the Scouts learn of her existence, tensions rise on the airship home. Mikasa’s heart shatters, and Levi demands answers. And Eren will stop at nothing to protect the only light left in his dark world—his bride, Aurora.

In this journey of love, loyalty, and war, Aurora must reconcile her innocent heart with the brutal reality of the man she loves, while Eren faces the truth of what he’s become. (Eren x OC)

Chapter Forty Three

The night sky hung heavy over the battlefield, a black canvas speckled with dim stars that barely shone through the thick haze of smoke rising from the towering funeral pyres. The air was thick with the scent of burning flesh and scorched wood, a grim reminder of the day’s carnage. A fire blazed in the center of the ruins, casting eerie shadows across the weary survivors who moved about, their faces blank with exhaustion and grief.

The soldiers worked in grim silence, hauling bodies—comrades, civilians, fallen enemies—onto the burning heaps. The bodies of those who had perished in battle, were unceremoniously tossed into the flames. There were no prayers, no ceremonies. There was only the crackling of fire, the occasional murmur of orders, and the suffocating weight of loss pressing down on them all.

Though they had won the battle, it did not feel like a victory.

One-third of the Jaegerists had been wiped out. Floch was dead—though many had mixed feelings about that. And so many civilians who had worked tirelessly to build Paradis' new future were now nothing more than smoldering remains. Entire sections of the harbor had been destroyed. The newly constructed buildings meant to modernize the island were reduced to rubble. The cost of this battle had been steep, and the island was weaker now because of it.

Eren sat on the ground away from the burning bodies, cradling Aurora in his arms as she hugged Noah to her chest. Eren’s expression was blank, but his grip on her was firm, almost desperate. His fingers trembled slightly as they brushed over her platinum blonde hair, still streaked with soot and dust. His other hand rested protectively over her growing belly, as if reassuring himself that she was truly here, that she was safe.

Aurora rested her head against his chest, her ice-blue eyes distant, hollow. She hadn’t spoken much since they left the battlefield, her mind replaying the horrors of the day. The Jaegerist who had been eaten alive. The terrified screams of the civilians. The sight of Floch, his body mangled, his face frozen in terror as the titan’s jaws closed around him.

She had seen so much death before, but this… this was different.

Nearby, Historia stood wrapped in Porco’s arms. The Jaw Titan shifter held her tightly, his grip unwavering, as if letting go would somehow cause her to vanish. His forehead was pressed against the top of her head, his expression unreadable, but his body trembled slightly against hers.

Reiner and Pieck stood a few feet away, watching the two of them with unreadable expressions. It was clear as day now—Porco truly loved Historia. There was no denying it. The way he held her, the way his entire body curved protectively around her, the silent rage that had burned in his eyes when she had been in danger… it was all the proof they needed.

Reiner let out a slow breath, his arms crossed over his chest. He felt too numb to process everything that had happened today, but one thought lingered at the back of his mind—Porco had found something worth fighting for. Something worth living for.

He envied that.

Pieck, standing beside him, shook her head slightly. “He’s not even trying to hide it anymore,” she murmured, her voice low.

Reiner exhaled, his gaze still locked on the couple. “No,” he agreed. “He’s not.”

Neither of them spoke after that, merely standing there in the dim firelight, watching as Porco continued to hold Historia close, as if shielding her from the horrors around them.

Not far from the pyres, inside one of the few intact buildings, the Azumabitos sat huddled together. Their faces were pale, their postures tense. They had seen battle before, of course, but nothing like this. Nothing like titans.

Across from them, Hange and Armin were doing their best to salvage what little remained of their negotiations.

“Kiyomi, please reconsider,” Hange implored, her glasses glinting in the candlelight. “Yes, this was a tragedy, and yes, the situation is dire, but abandoning the alliance now will only make things worse for all of us.”

Kiyomi Azumabito sat with her hands folded neatly in her lap, her expression unreadable. Behind her, her remaining guards stood at attention, their hands resting on their weapons, as if expecting another attack at any moment.

“I understand the position you’re in, Hange,” Kiyomi said evenly. “But surely you must see why this arrangement is no longer in Hizuru’s best interest.”

Armin leaned forward, desperation creeping into his voice. “We still have the ice burst stone. If you leave now, you’ll be throwing away the only chance Hizuru has at securing exclusive rights to it. There’s still a way for this to work.”

Kiyomi’s expression remained unmoved. “That is no longer our priority.”

Hange pinched the bridge of her nose, exhaling sharply. “Kiyomi, we need this alliance. You need it, too. If you turn your back on us now, you’re cutting yourself off from a resource that could revolutionize your country’s economy.”

Kiyomi’s lips pressed into a thin line. “And what good is an economy if we are all dead?” she asked bluntly.

Silence fell over the room.

Hange’s fingers twitched at her side, but she forced herself to remain composed.

Armin tried again, his voice calmer now. “We can recover from this. We’ve been through worse before. We still have the Founder. We still have the titan shifters. We can defend Paradis.”

Kiyomi exhaled, her shoulders stiff. “I do not doubt your ability to fight,” she said. “But this island is cursed. This entire war is cursed. I will not gamble the future of my people on a land that is constantly on the brink of destruction.”

Armin opened his mouth to argue further, but Hange stopped him with a look. They weren’t going to change her mind.

Hange sighed, adjusting her glasses. “I see,” she said, her tone measured. “Then I suppose this is where we part ways.”

Kiyomi inclined her head slightly. “It would seem so.”

Levi, who had been standing quietly near the doorway, clenched his fists at her sides. So that was it.

Their last chance at forming an alliance. Gone.

All because of Zeke.

The anger burned inside him like a slow, simmering fire. Zeke had done this. He had weakened them. He had made sure that when the world came for them, they wouldn’t have the strength to fight back.

And now, their only potential allies were running.

Levi closed his eyes briefly, exhaling through his nose.

This war wasn’t over.

Not by a long shot.

…

Aurora was still wrapped in Eren’s arms, her grip on Noah firm as the little boy buried his face against her chest, trying to shut out the horrors around him. He had cried so much earlier that now he only whimpered softly, his tiny body shuddering from the sheer amount of fear he had endured. Aurora gently rubbed his back, whispering soft reassurances, though she herself was barely holding it together.

But before she could settle even a moment in Eren’s embrace, he suddenly shifted.

Without a word, Eren got to his feet, his entire body taut with rage, and in a blink, he stormed toward Reiner.

The sound of his fist connecting with Reiner’s face cracked through the night like a gunshot.

Reiner staggered back, his already battered body barely able to take another hit after the brutal battle. His head snapped to the side, blood trickling from the fresh wound on his cheek. But before he could react, Eren grabbed him by the collar and snatched him up, dragging him to his feet with the strength of a man who had long since passed the brink of reason.

Aurora gasped, her eyes widening in horror as she rushed after him. "Eren! Stop!"

But he wasn’t listening.

His chest heaved with barely controlled fury, his green eyes ablaze, locked onto Reiner as if he were the only thing in the world that mattered.

"You," Eren snarled, his voice low and venomous, "look at what you brought here. Look at this!" His free hand gestured wildly to the smoldering ruins, to the bodies being tossed into the fire, to the remnants of a paradise shattered beyond repair. "Do you see what you’ve done, Reiner? Do you see what you and Pieck dragged to my home?!"

Reiner didn’t fight him.

Didn’t defend himself.

He just took it.

Because he knew.

Knew that Eren had every right to be furious. Knew that he and Pieck had thought they were doing the right thing by bringing the refugees here, only for them to be slaughtered, turned into monsters by Zeke’s treachery.

Reiner swallowed thickly, his golden eyes dull with guilt. "I know," he murmured hoarsely, barely able to look at Eren. "I know, Eren."

But Eren wasn’t satisfied.

"What do you expect to happen now?!” he snapped, his grip on Reiner’s collar tightening. "You think we all just hold hands around the fire, sing songs, and become allies? You think you can just waltz in here after everything you’ve done—after everything Marley has done—and expect forgiveness?"

He let out a dark, humorless laugh, shaking his head. "I don’t trust you. I don’t trust you as far as I can throw you."

His fingers twitched as though he were restraining himself from throwing another punch.

Then, before things could spiral further, Aurora stepped between them.

"That’s enough, Eren."

Her voice was calm but firm, carrying the kind of quiet strength that left no room for argument.

Eren’s breath was ragged, his hands trembling as he clutched Reiner, but his eyes flickered to her, searching, questioning.

She looked at him without fear. Without anger.

Only resolve.

"Let him go."

Eren clenched his jaw, his teeth grinding together. "Aurora, get out of the way."

"No," she said simply.

Her ice-blue eyes locked onto his fiery green ones, unwavering. "I trust him, Eren."

That stopped him.

The words struck him, cutting deeper than any blade.

Aurora took a small step closer, voice gentle yet unyielding. "Reiner saved me. He didn’t have to, but he did. If it wasn’t for him, I would be dead right now. Our baby would be dead." Her voice broke slightly on the last part, the weight of the day finally cracking through her carefully controlled demeanor.

Eren’s grip on Reiner’s collar faltered.

"You owe him, Eren." Aurora’s voice was barely above a whisper now, but it carried enough weight to freeze him in place. "Despite everything, you owe him your wife and child’s life."

The world around them seemed to still.

The fire crackled.

The wind howled over the ruined docks.

Eren’s fingers twitched before, finally, finally, his grip loosened.

With a sharp exhale, he shoved Reiner back, his expression a storm of emotions—rage, frustration, reluctance. "Fine," he muttered, his voice raw. "But this doesn’t mean I trust him."

Reiner staggered but caught himself, rubbing his sore jaw. He didn’t say anything, but the slight nod he gave Aurora spoke volumes.

Aurora turned back to Eren, her fingers reaching for his, grounding him, silently telling him that she was here. That she was safe.

Eren’s hands curled around hers, his grip tight, almost desperate, as if he were terrified she would slip away if he let go.

Jean and Connie exchanged wary glances, still tense from the confrontation, while Sasha let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. Pieck, who had been watching from the sidelines, felt a pang of sympathy—not for Eren, but for Aurora. The kind of woman who could stand against that level of fury and not flinch? That was a strength Pieck hadn’t expected.

But Eren wasn’t done.

He turned his burning gaze to Pieck now, his jaw clenching. "You, too. You and Reiner both. If you think for a second that I’ll let my guard down around either of you, you’re wrong. You’re only breathing right now because of her. Don’t forget that."

Pieck inclined her head slightly, unfazed. "Noted."

Reiner remained silent, but the guilt in his expression deepened.

Aurora gently squeezed Eren’s hand, and after a moment, his breathing slowed. The storm inside him didn’t subside, but it lessened just enough to keep him grounded.

For now.

Then, a small blur of movement darted past Aurora, breaking the tense atmosphere.

Noah.

The little boy, his face streaked with dirt and dried tears, ran straight to Reiner without hesitation. His tiny arms wrapped tightly around Reiner’s battered form, his fingers clutching onto the remnants of his tattered uniform.

Reiner stiffened, completely caught off guard.

For a moment, he didn’t move. Couldn’t move.

The battlefield had left him numb, drowning him in guilt and despair. The corpses of the Eldian refugees haunted his mind, the weight of their deaths pressing down on his chest like an unbearable boulder. 

He had wanted to die. Had expected to die. Had welcomed the idea of letting himself be ripped apart by a titan because maybe—just maybe—it would have been justice.

But now, here was this small child. This innocent child. Holding onto him.

Noah’s small voice broke through the haze. "You’re okay," he whispered against Reiner’s chest. "I was scared…"

Reiner sucked in a sharp breath.

A lump formed in his throat, tightening painfully as his eyes widened in disbelief. His fingers twitched at his sides, his entire body going rigid as he struggled to process what was happening.

Noah—this child he had saved without thinking—was here.

And he wasn’t afraid of him.

Reiner’s hands trembled as he slowly—hesitantly—placed them around Noah’s small frame, holding him close. His breath hitched, and before he could stop himself, his entire body shuddered.

He nearly broke right then and there.

Tears burned at the edges of his vision, but he clenched his jaw, forcing them back, his chest rising and falling erratically. He hadn’t cried in so long. He had buried his emotions under layers of guilt and duty for years, but this moment threatened to break him entirely.

Noah pulled back slightly, his wide eyes full of concern. "Are you hurt?"

Reiner let out a sharp, breathless chuckle, shaking his head as he knelt lower, his body still aching from Eren’s punch and the sheer exhaustion of the battle. "I’ll be alright, kid," he rasped, his voice hoarse.

But Noah wasn’t convinced.

The boy reached out with his small hands and tried to help Reiner up, his tiny fingers grasping onto the older man’s sleeve as he strained with all his might.

Reiner let out a choked breath.

He had spent years believing himself to be a monster. A killer. A pawn in a war that never truly had a winner. He had caused so much pain, had done so many unforgivable things—yet here was this child, treating him like he was good. Like he was worth saving.

The weight of that realization threatened to crush him.

Behind them, Aurora watched with soft, glassy eyes. She had known Reiner was struggling under the weight of his sins, but now she saw just how much he had been suffering.

Porco and Pieck were watching, too. Pieck’s lips pressed together, her dark eyes betraying a flicker of emotion, while Porco—who had spent years seeing Reiner as nothing more than a pathetic burden—now found himself… at a loss.

Jean, Connie, and Sasha all exchanged glances, none of them sure how to react. This was Reiner Braun, the same man they had fought against for years. But right now? He wasn’t their enemy.

Eren, however, remained tense.

His grip on Aurora was still firm, his sharp gaze locked onto Reiner like a predator assessing whether its prey was truly worth sparing. He had wanted to break Reiner, to make him feel every ounce of suffering he had caused. And yet…

Here was his wife—the woman he loved more than anything—standing between them, defending him.

And here was a child—a boy who had lost everything—offering Reiner kindness without hesitation.

It was unsettling.

Eren didn’t want to see Reiner as anything other than the enemy. He didn’t want to acknowledge that maybe there was something inside of Reiner that was still human.

But when he saw the way Reiner’s body trembled, the way he looked as though he were about to collapse under the weight of emotions he couldn’t contain anymore…

Eren gritted his teeth, his scowl deepening.

Reiner deserved to suffer. He deserved to live with his guilt.

But maybe, just maybe, he didn’t deserve to die just yet.

A long, heavy silence hung in the air, the only sounds coming from the distant crackling of fire and the hushed murmurs of the remaining soldiers.

Noah, still holding onto Reiner’s sleeve, beamed up at him. "You’re strong," he said with an innocent smile. "Like a hero."

Reiner sucked in a sharp breath.

The words shattered him.

Hero.

He wasn’t a hero. He never had been.

He had tried to be, back when he was just a brainwashed child, desperate to prove himself to Marley. He had believed in the lies they fed him, had believed that destroying the walls and killing innocent people was justified.

And now?

Now, after all the horrors, after all the blood on his hands… a child was looking at him like he was something good.

Reiner closed his eyes, inhaling deeply as he forced himself to steady his breathing. His voice came out barely above a whisper, broken and strained. "I’m not a hero, kid."

Noah tilted his head, clearly confused. "But you saved me. That makes you a hero."

Reiner didn’t know how to respond.

Aurora stepped forward then, placing a gentle hand on Noah’s shoulder. "Come on, sweetheart. Let’s give him a moment."

Noah hesitated, but he nodded, stepping back toward Aurora.

Reiner remained kneeling, his fists clenching at his sides as he stared down at the ground, his mind a mess of emotions he wasn’t sure how to process.

Pieck finally moved beside him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Reiner," she said quietly. "Breathe."

He exhaled shakily, nodding without looking at her.

Porco, crossing his arms, sighed. "You’re way too sentimental for your own good, Braun."

Reiner let out a breathless, bitter chuckle. "Yeah," he muttered. "I know."

As Aurora led Noah back toward Eren, she glanced over her shoulder, her blue eyes meeting Reiner’s hazel ones.

"Thank you," she said softly.

Reiner swallowed hard, giving her a small, almost imperceptible nod.

Eren said nothing, his expression unreadable as he watched the exchange.

The battlefield was still littered with the dead, the consequences of the day weighing heavily on them all.

But amidst the ashes and destruction, something had shifted.

And Reiner, for the first time in a long, long time… felt something that almost resembled hope.

But the quiet was suddenly broken as the crunch of boots against dirt signaled approaching figures.

Levi, Hange, and Armin emerged from the direction of the Azumabitos, their faces grim, their shoulders heavy with bad news. Levi, as usual, wasted no time with pleasantries, his voice cutting through the tense air like a blade.

"We're fucked," he stated bluntly.

Everyone's heads snapped toward him. Even Eren, who had been lost in his own thoughts, turned to meet Levi's unwavering gaze.

Armin pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing heavily. "The Azumabitos won’t go through with the deal," he explained, his voice carrying the weariness of someone who had fought desperately to prevent the inevitable. "They’ve completely backed out. They don’t want anything to do with Paradis anymore. After everything that’s happened today, they just want to get off the island as soon as possible."

Hange crossed their arms, shaking their head. "Can’t say I blame them. We were barely holding onto that alliance by a thread as it was, and now, after a full-scale titan attack? That was the final nail in the coffin."

Jean let out a string of curses under his breath, dragging a hand down his face. "So that's it then? No allies, no outside support, no trade deals? Just back to being a goddamn isolated island again?"

"Pretty much," Levi said dryly. "We’re alone. Again."

The weight of that truth settled over the group like a suffocating blanket. The realization that, despite all their efforts, nothing had changed. Paradis had once again been abandoned by the world, left to fend for itself, left to be slaughtered if Marley ever managed to recover its forces.

Connie let out a bitter laugh. "Guess we’re back where we started, huh?"

Sasha sighed, crossing her arms. "Except now, we’ve lost even more than before."

Eren’s jaw clenched, his mind already turning. This was exactly what he had been afraid of. This was why he had never trusted diplomacy, never believed in the idea that they could reason with the outside world. No one would ever see them as equals. No one would ever accept Paradis. The only ones who gave a damn about this island were the people standing right here.

And that only reinforced one thing in his mind.

He had to protect them. No matter what.

Levi shifted his gaze toward Reiner and Pieck, his expression unreadable. After everything, after all the death and destruction they had witnessed today, they were standing here among them. Not as prisoners. Not as enemies. But as the only other people left in the world who understood just how deep this war went.

With his usual dry sarcasm, Levi gave them a slow nod. "Well, welcome to Paradis."

Reiner stiffened slightly, unsure if he was being mocked or not. Pieck raised an eyebrow, her expression almost amused despite the dark atmosphere. Neither of them responded immediately, unsure of what to even say.

Armin shook his head. "It's not like we have a choice anymore. We’re all in this together, whether we like it or not."

Reiner let out a breath, running a hand down his face. "If you think I want to be here right now, trust me, I don’t," he muttered. "But after what happened today…" His voice trailed off, his fists clenching at his sides. "Zeke used us. He used our people, turned them into mindless weapons just to weaken this island. He played us for fools, and we led them right into his trap."

Pieck’s expression darkened, her usual calm demeanor cracking as the weight of their failure settled deeper into her chest. "We thought we were doing the right thing. We thought we were saving them." She looked down at her hands, curling her fingers as if trying to grasp the lives they had lost. "But we were wrong."

Porco, who had been silent for most of the conversation, tightened his grip on Historia, his fingers digging into the fabric of her cloak. "So what now?" he asked, his voice edged with frustration. "We all just sit around and wait for Marley to strike again? Because they will. And next time, Zeke might not even need a plan like this. He might just bring their full force down on us."

Jean sighed. "That’s the problem, isn’t it? We don’t have any allies, but we also can’t just sit back and wait to die."

Eren remained quiet, his green eyes dark as he stared at the fire, watching the flames consume the remains of those they had lost. His mind was already racing through possibilities, already mapping out the only path that made sense.

The Rumbling.

With Zeke in enemy hands, he had lost his immediate chance to put his plan into motion, but that didn’t mean he had abandoned it. If anything, today had only solidified his belief that there was no other option. This war would never end until he ended it himself.

But for now, he said nothing.

Aurora, still holding Noah close, exhaled softly, glancing at Eren as if she could sense exactly what he was thinking. She knew him too well, knew that his mind was already setting itself down a dark path. But for now, she just wanted to keep the child in her arms safe, to keep her husband from spiraling any further.

The night stretched on, the weight of reality pressing down on them all.

Paradis was alone.

Again.

But Eren’s green eyes were sharp and calculating as he surveyed the gathered soldiers. The weight of leadership sat heavy on his shoulders, heavier now than ever before. He had lost so much today—soldiers, civilians, the last scrap of diplomatic hope with Hizuru. But more importantly, he had lost Floch.

Floch had been more than just a Jaegerist commander. He had been an extension of Eren’s will, a loyal soldier who carried out orders without question, who understood what had to be done to secure Paradis’ survival. Flawed as he was, Floch had been useful, an unwavering force that held the Jaegerists together. His death left a gap that needed to be filled.

Eren’s gaze drifted, slow and deliberate, until it landed on the Captain.

The thought formed instantly.

Levi was the strongest soldier humanity had ever known. Even after everything, after years of losses, of bloodshed, of watching comrades die, Levi still stood unshaken. No one commanded more respect from both the scouts and the Jaegerists than Levi Ackerman. He was ruthless, pragmatic, and knew exactly what it took to survive in this cruel world.

If Eren wanted someone he could trust to keep the military in line, to enforce his will without hesitation, to help him finish what needed to be done…

Levi was the perfect choice.

Eren side-glanced at him.

Levi, standing a short distance away, arms crossed over his chest, caught the look immediately. His sharp, steel-gray eyes narrowed as if he had already read the thought forming in Eren’s head.

Slowly, he tilted his head and scoffed.

"If you think I'll let you talk to me and push me around the way you did that red-headed clown, you’re out of your shitty mind," Levi deadpanned.

The tension in the air shifted. Armin, Mikasa, and Jean, who had been standing nearby, all turned toward the exchange, sensing something brewing between the two strongest men on the island.

Eren’s expression remained unreadable, his fingers curling slightly at his sides. "You’re the strongest soldier in the world, Captain. And we need strength now more than ever."

Levi let out a humorless laugh. "Strength? Is that what you think this is about? No, you don’t need strength. You need a damn leash, Jaeger."

Eren’s jaw tightened. "We both know that leash is long gone. Floch is dead. Paradis is surrounded by enemies. We have no allies, no reinforcements, and no one left who will fight for this island the way it needs to be fought for."

Levi stepped closer, tilting his chin up slightly to look Eren in the eyes. "And what exactly do you think I’m gonna do about that?" His voice was calm, but there was an unmistakable edge beneath it. "Fall in line? Become your new lapdog, same as Floch? Let you bark orders at me like I’m some Jaegerist puppet?"

Eren met his gaze without flinching. "I don’t need a puppet. I need a leader. Someone the soldiers respect. Someone they fear." His voice was low, measured, but there was no mistaking the weight behind it. "Someone who understands that we’re out of time."

Levi’s fingers twitched at his sides. He exhaled slowly through his nose.

"We were out of time the second you started this whole mess," he muttered.

Eren took another step forward, his voice a quiet growl. "Then help me fix it."

Levi studied him, silent for a long moment. He could feel the eyes of the others on them—Armin, Mikasa, Jean, Connie, Sasha, even Pieck and Reiner from the distance. No one dared to speak. No one dared to intervene.

"Help you fix it?" Levi echoed. His fingers twitched again, and for a moment, Eren wondered if he was about to punch him. But instead, Levi exhaled sharply and ran a hand down his face. "Jaeger, I swear, you get dumber by the day."

Eren didn’t react.

Levi shook his head, stepping back. "You want me to help you? Fine. Here’s my first order—get your head out of your own ass and start listening to the people around you before you drag us all into the grave."

Eren’s lips pressed into a thin line. "This war doesn’t have time for democracy."

"No," Levi agreed, his tone sharp. "But it also doesn’t have time for another reckless idiot trying to play god."

Eren exhaled, clenching his jaw, but didn’t argue.

Levi looked away, scanning the camp, his eyes lingering briefly on Aurora—who was still holding Noah close to her chest, her platinum hair catching the firelight. He sighed again.

"I’ll keep the Jaegerists in line," Levi said at last. "But if you think I’m gonna nod along to everything you say, you’re dead wrong."

Eren gave a small, almost imperceptible nod. "That’s all I need."

Levi scoffed. "Yeah, we’ll see about that."

The conversation ended there, but the tension lingered. As Levi turned away, muttering something under his breath, Armin let out a small breath he hadn’t realized he was holding.

Jean ran a hand through his hair. "Jesus, Eren. You’ve got some nerve."

Eren didn’t respond. He had what he needed.

And now, the real battle was about to begin.

…

Aurora watched Levi walk away from Eren, his sharp eyes scanning the flickering firelight and the grim faces surrounding them. The exhaustion on his face was evident, but then again, when was Levi ever not exhausted? He carried the weight of the world on his shoulders, had done so for years, and now, with Eren's reckless leadership leaving them with no allies and dwindling forces, that weight was only growing heavier.

Taking a breath, she stepped forward. The scent of burning flesh, of wood and smoke, filled the air around her as she made her way toward him. Levi was standing near a pile of burning bodies, arms crossed, his expression unreadable as he watched the flames consume what remained of their fallen comrades. The flames cast shadows across his face, emphasizing the sharp angles of his features, the deep exhaustion carved into his skin.

"Captain," Aurora said softly.

Levi didn’t look at her, his eyes still locked on the fire. "If you're about to thank me, save it."

She hesitated for a moment before speaking again. "I just… I know this isn’t what you wanted. I know how much you hate everything that’s going on, but… thank you, Captain We need you. I need you."

Levi let out a short, humorless laugh, finally turning to glance at her. His expression was as deadpan as ever, but there was something softer in his gaze, something that most wouldn’t catch unless they knew him well.

"You’re a pain in the ass, you know that?" he muttered.

Aurora smiled faintly. "I’ve been told."

Levi exhaled through his nose, shaking his head as if he couldn’t believe what he was about to do. Then, without warning, he reached out and ruffled her hair, his fingers tangling briefly in her platinum waves before pulling away just as quickly.

Aurora blinked, startled. Levi never showed physical affection—ever. The action, brief and subtle as it was, sent warmth through her chest. It was his way of telling her that he cared, that despite everything, despite the chaos and death surrounding them, she wasn’t alone. He would protect her. Just like he always had.

"Shut up and go get some rest," he muttered as he walked past her, his usual gruffness firmly back in place. "You're pregnant. The last thing we need is you keeling over because you’re too damn stubborn to take care of yourself."

Aurora smiled softly as she turned to watch him walk away, his movements still sharp and efficient despite the fatigue pulling at him. Levi was a man of few words, a man who rarely showed his emotions, but she had learned over time that his actions spoke louder than anything he could ever say.

Eren, who had been watching from a distance, approached her, his expression unreadable. He had seen the exchange, had seen the way Levi had ruffled her hair like she was some kind of younger sibling, and though Eren didn’t say anything about it, Aurora could tell by the tightness in his jaw that he was filing it away somewhere in his mind.

"You good?" Eren asked, his voice lower than usual, rough with exhaustion.

Aurora nodded. "Yeah. Just… trying to take everything in."

Eren exhaled, his gaze flickering to the fire, to the bodies burning, to the Jaegerists still working to clean up the aftermath of the battle. His hand found hers, his fingers slipping between her own, and she squeezed his hand gently in return.

"We’ll get through this," she whispered.

Eren’s grip on her hand tightened, but he didn’t say anything. His green eyes burned with something she couldn’t quite place, something dark and determined.

Aurora knew that look.

Eren wasn’t thinking about moving forward. He was thinking about revenge.

And that scared her more than anything.

…

Meanwhile, Mikasa, Armin, Jean, Connie, and Sasha stood together near the smoldering wreckage of what had once been the harbor, their faces etched with exhaustion and a complicated tangle of emotions they weren’t sure how to unravel.

Floch’s betrayal. His gruesome death.

They weren’t naive enough to think they’d all make it through this war together, but somehow, they never expected this.

Jean was the first to break the silence, his voice rough from smoke inhalation. “I don’t even know what to think right now.” His fingers rubbed over his face, smearing dirt and dried blood across his cheek. “One minute he was fighting with us, and the next, he—” He let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through his sweat-matted hair. “He tried to kill Aurora. And a kid.”

Connie shook his head, disbelief still evident in his expression. “I mean, Floch was always an asshole, but…” He trailed off, his arms crossed over his chest as he struggled to find the words. “I didn’t think he hated her that much. Enough to just leave her there.”

Armin, ever the voice of reason, sighed deeply. His blue eyes flickered over to where the last remnants of Floch’s remains had been reduced to ash in the fire Levi had burned the titan’s body in. “Floch truly believed what he was doing was right. He thought killing Aurora would make Eren focus, that it would be for the greater good of Paradis.” He clenched his jaw, the exhaustion making him look years older. “But that doesn’t make it right.”

Sasha frowned, arms wrapped around herself as she stared at the ground. “It’s just… so much. We trained together. We fought together” She swallowed hard at the memories, her face twisting with guilt. “He was one of us, and now he’s gone. And the way he died—”

Mikasa, who had remained silent until now, let out a quiet scoff. “Good riddance.”

Jean and Connie turned to look at her, surprised at her cold tone, but Mikasa didn’t falter. Her eyes were dark, unreadable. “I don’t care what he thought he was doing. He’s the one who hunted Levi and me for weeks after Aurora poisoned him. He’s the one who stormed this island, Eren’s own people, and tried to execute anyone who didn’t blindly follow him.” Her lips curled slightly in disdain. “He made his choice. He deserved what he got.”

Armin exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “I don’t know, Mikasa. No one deserves to die like that.”

Mikasa turned to him, eyes narrowing slightly. “And what about us? Did we deserve to be hunted like animals? Did you deserve to be locked away in a crystal while Eren ran wild? Did Aurora deserve to be left to die while pregnant?”

Armin winced, but Mikasa wasn’t finished. “Floch didn’t give a damn about us. He only cared about his vision of Paradis. He didn’t see us as comrades anymore. He saw us as obstacles. And obstacles get eliminated.”

Jean rubbed the back of his neck, sighing. “I get it, Mikasa, I do. But we all followed orders at some point. We all did things we regret.” His voice dipped lower, remembering the battlefield back in Marley, the people they killed, the destruction they caused. “Maybe Floch just got too caught up in it all.”

Mikasa’s face remained cold. “Or maybe he was always like this, and we just never saw it before.”

They all fell into silence, the flickering flames casting shadows across their weary faces.

Armin was the one to finally speak again, his voice softer this time. “We can argue all night about whether or not he deserved it. But at the end of the day, he’s gone. And now we have bigger problems.”

Jean nodded, glancing toward the makeshift war council forming where Eren, Levi, Hange, Aurora, Historia, and the others were gathered. “Yeah. Like the fact that we’re completely screwed.”

Connie let out a humorless chuckle. “When are we not?”

Mikasa turned her gaze toward Eren, watching as he held Aurora protectively, his expression dark, his mind clearly already planning the next step. The next fight. The next war.

She sighed. “Let’s just hope Eren doesn’t do something even worse.”

But amidst the somber atmosphere, one voice cut through the still night.

Hange pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose, her sharp eyes flicking between Eren and Aurora. "So," she began, her voice deceptively casual, "now that we've gotten through all of that... I have one burning question that I just cannot let go."

Aurora blinked in confusion and Eren’s posture immediately tensed, his grip on her tightening. He already knew where this was going.

Hange continued, leaning slightly forward, her expression expectant. "What about Aurora having royal blood?"

At that, the air around the group shifted. The Scouts—Levi, Mikasa, Armin, Jean, Connie, Sasha—along with Historia and Porco, visibly stiffened. The weight of the revelation they had nearly forgotten came rushing back to them all at once. The only reason they even knew was because of what had happened before the battle—the bizarre moment where Aurora had switched consciousness with Zeke, allowing her to see through his eyes and warn them of the approaching Marleyan ships.

At the time, there hadn’t been room for questions. They had been too busy scrambling to prepare for the impending attack. But now, as the battlefield settled into eerie stillness, Hange was circling back to it. And she wasn’t the only one.

Reiner and Pieck, who had been listening nearby, snapped their attention toward Eren and Aurora, eyes widening in shock.

"What?" Pieck whispered, her normally calm expression faltering. "Aurora has royal blood?"

Reiner, still nursing his injuries, looked just as astonished. "Like... Zeke? Like Historia?"

Aurora swallowed, her ice-blue eyes flicking between their stunned faces before glancing up at Eren. He was tense beneath her, his expression unreadable, his jaw locked tight. He didn’t want to have this conversation. He didn’t trust anyone enough for this. But Aurora knew better than to think they could avoid it now.

Levi, sitting nearby with his arms crossed, exhaled sharply through his nose. His sharp gray eyes locked onto Aurora like he was dissecting her. "Yeah," he muttered. "I’d like to know more about that too. How long have you two known about this?"

Historia, who had been listening in silence, turned her gaze to Aurora, a flicker of something unreadable in her expression. "Aurora… is it true?"

Aurora shifted uncomfortably, feeling the weight of everyone’s eyes on her. She couldn’t exactly blame them for their curiosity. It was a big deal. But she wasn’t entirely sure how to answer without causing an even bigger storm.

"We’ve known for a while," she admitted softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

At that, Hange let out a dramatic gasp. "A while?!" she echoed, looking almost personally offended. "Exactly how long is a while?"

Eren’s fingers twitched where they rested on Aurora’s waist, his patience thinning by the second. "Does it matter?" he asked, his voice sharp and biting. "We told you when it was necessary."

Levi’s eyes narrowed at Eren’s tone, but it was Armin who spoke next, his voice softer yet firm. "It does matter, Eren. Aurora having royal blood means she has a connection to the Founder Ymir, just like Zeke. You knew this and didn’t tell us?" He shook his head in disbelief. "That’s… not something you just keep to yourself."

Jean let out a low whistle, running a hand down his face. "Damn, no wonder she was seeing that creepy little girl," he muttered. 

Aurora felt the weight of their disbelief pressing against her, and for the first time, she truly realized how much of a bombshell this was to everyone else. To her and Eren, it had just been. A truth they had discovered and kept between themselves, never really thinking about how it would affect anyone else. But now, seeing their reactions, she understood why they were shocked.

Historia's voice was quiet but steady. "You told me before that you’ve seen Ymir. But you didn’t tell me why she was appearing to you."

Aurora hesitated before nodding. "I didn’t know how to explain it," she admitted. "At first, I thought she was just some strange hallucination. But then… I realized she was showing me things. Giving me visions. Like when I saw Zeke on that ship before the attack."

Reiner, still looking completely floored, rubbed his face. "I can’t believe this," he muttered. "Eren, you had another person with royal blood on your side this whole time, and you kept it a secret?"

Eren’s green eyes darkened dangerously as he met Reiner’s gaze. "You think I’d just tell you something like that?" he growled. "I don’t trust most people outside of Aurora. Not you. Not Marley. Not Hizuru."

Reiner flinched slightly, but he didn’t argue. He understood Eren’s paranoia more than most.

Pieck, however, crossed her arms, her sharp mind already piecing things together. "So that’s why you kept Aurora hidden for so long," she murmured, more to herself than anyone else. "Not just because she’s your wife… but because she’s valuable." Her dark eyes flickered to Aurora. "You hold the key to something, don’t you?"

Aurora stiffened slightly, but before she could respond, Eren’s grip around her tightened. His voice was laced with warning. "Don’t push it."

Pieck lifted her hands in mock surrender, but her calculating gaze remained.

Hange, who had been observing quietly, suddenly grinned, pushing up her glasses. "This is fascinating," she murmured. "A direct line to the Founder… Aurora, have you ever tried to use it? To communicate with Ymir? To do anything?"

Aurora frowned, shaking her head. "No, I don’t even know how it works. She only shows me things when she wants to. I can’t just… call on her."

Levi let out a heavy sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Great," he muttered. "Another goddamn unpredictable variable."

Mikasa, who had been eerily silent, finally spoke, her expression unreadable. "Do you think this changes anything?" she asked, her dark eyes flickering between Eren and Aurora. "About the Rumbling? About what happens next?"

Eren’s jaw tightened, his entire frame going rigid. "No," he said simply. "Nothing changes."

Aurora, however, wasn’t so sure.

She had felt Ymir’s presence stronger than ever during the battle. The way she had pointed them toward safety, the way she had revealed Zeke’s plans to her, the way she kept coming back. There was something bigger at play, something Ymir was trying to show her. And whether Eren liked it or not, she couldn’t ignore it.

Historia finally spoke again, her voice laced with quiet understanding. "Aurora, whatever this means… you need to be careful. If the wrong people find out—"

"I know," Aurora interrupted, meeting her gaze. "That’s why we kept it secret for so long."

Levi exhaled sharply. "Well, secret’s out now," he muttered. "And something tells me this just made things even more complicated."

As the fire crackled and the weight of the revelation settled over them, Aurora had a sinking feeling that he was right.

~

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[connorsui]

He stood outside the courthouse, using the building’s reflective glass as a makeshift mirror. He adjusted the tie she’d picked out for him that morning, tugging it loose and then tightening it again until it sat just right. His free hand ran through his hair, smoothing the strands she’d ruffled when she kissed him goodbye with a sly smirk. The faint scent of her perfume clung to his shirt, and he couldn’t help but smile.

“Man, your wife is insane,” an officer muttered as he walked past, throwing him a glance.

Without missing a beat, he chuckled, straightening his collar. “Yeah, no shit. Why do you think I married her?” He shot the officer a grin through the reflection, adjusting his cufflinks like this was just another day in his life. “I’m literally on my way to her trial right now, carrying her favorite cookies and wearing the shirt she insisted on. Hell, I’ve even got her eyeliner in this bag because, and I quote, she wants to look stunning for the pictures.”

He gave himself one last look in the glass, smoothing the fabric of his shirt, before turning to the officer. “And when this is all over, I’ll be paying her bail. Not because I have to—because I want to. She’ll come out, probably ask for a shopping spree or some fancy dinner, and you know what? I’ll give it to her. Every last bit.”

His voice softened as he glanced down at the cookies in his hand, a quiet smile tugging at his lips. “Because she’s my wife. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

[s0dium]

Fucking you raw??!!!

Synopsis: It's his first time fucking and you are letting him go raw?????!!! Oh boy.

Warnings: Everything you might imagine.

Is he dreaming? This has got to be a dream.

He blinks. Hard. To his disbelief, the site below him remains unchanged.

He gazes, awestruck by the vulnerability and arousal mirrored in your eyes. The soft, ambient light above casts a gentle glow on your skin, accentuating its smoothness and the delicate curve of your shoulders and highlighting the gentle slope of your breasts. Your nipples glisten, probably from his spit when you practically had to coax him off them.

"Are you ok baby?" Your voice comes out almost as a whisper, sultry and smooth. He watches your lips form the words, how your mouth glistens from the spit of his messy kisses, and how your tongue darts out to wet it.

He thickly gulps and nods. No, he would not lose composure, not now when he has been fantasizing this moment for months. With unbreaking focus, he presses the tip of his dick against your tight hole.

Then, he sucks in a breath through his teeth and pushes in. Immediately his mind goes white, paper white. Fuck, he has to kneel over from how wet, warm and goddamn tight you feel. The sensation is electric, like tiny sparks dancing along his nerves, igniting every inch they touch. It's a delicious contrast of heat and moisture, sending waves of tingling delight that radiate from dick finger to the rest of his body. He can't believe this is happening, he can't believe he is fucking the girl of his dreams raw. Your a god damn angel for letting him do this he is sure of it.

He has to remain still inside your heat for a few seconds and thank god you let him, or else he is sure he wouldve cum ropes into you there and then.

"Im gonna move now baby," He throws his head back and groans "J-jesus you feel so good"

He's too immersed in his own pleasure to realize that you are also being thrown in the abyss of utter euphoria. Letting him go raw was the absolute best fucking decision you have ever made. His dick filled you to the brim, stretching you perfectly. His thrusts were slow at first, testing the waters to see how much you could take, how much he could take. It was dizzying, the grith of his dick digging itself against your g-spot, the euphoria of him fitting snuggly against walls with every thrust. The friction is incredible and it made pain quickly turn into pleasure.

"F-faster" You manage to croak out and he lets out a whine at your words. Jesus, you don't need to tell him twice.

He reels his hips back just enough so his fat tip barely leaves your warm cunny, the anticipation building as you brace yourself. In an instant, he slams them forward, hard and fast right into your cervix, driving into you with a force that leaves you gasping for air. The bed creaks beneath you both, each powerful thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. His movements are relentless, each one more intense than the last, the friction of his dick scraping against your walls making your toes curl.

"Love you, love you so much" he babbles. He's far too gone, a primal need for you has settled in him and his brain is on auto pilot. All he can think about is how good your pussy feels wrapped around him and how pretty you look right now. The sensation of your body moving in unison drives him wild, his grip on you tightening as he loses himself in the overwhelming ecstasy. His low groans and murmured praises only heighten the intensity, making each moment more electrifying than the last.

"So good s-so good" your words are strung out on your lips from how good he is fucking you. Every thrust ignites a fire within you, the sensations so intense you can hardly think. Your senses are overwhelmed by the feeling of him deep inside you, the rhythm of his movements perfectly attuned to your own mounting desire. You moan in ecstasy, the sound mingling with his groans, as each powerful thrust pushes you closer to the edge. The pleasure is all-consuming, making your body tremble with each delicious impact, every moment more euphoric than the last.

As he continues, you can sense his building intensity, his breaths turning into ragged gasps. His eyes flutter shut, and you feel the shudder of pleasure running through him with each thrust like electricity. His grip on you tightens, and his pace quickens, driven by a primal need. Every thrust brings him closer to the peak, his mind beginning to blur with overwhelming sensation. You can see the tension in his muscles, his abs tightening with the strain of holding back.

"Shit shit shit" he gasps, bending over so his lips are against your ear. "Im gonna cum baby, im gonna cum in you fuuuuuu-"

Then, with a final, powerful thrust, his mind goes blank, and a surge of pure ecstasy washes over him. His body tenses, abs hardening as he reaches the peak of his euphoria. He groans deeply, lost in the moment of ultimate pleasure, every muscle in his body taut with the intensity of his climax. The sensation is overwhelming, leaving him trembling as the waves of pleasure gradually subside.

You gasp at the feeling of hot ropes of cum filling you up. Theres so much of it it spills out of you and onto the bedsheets below. Your body trembles in response, your breaths coming in ragged gasps. Sensing your rising climax, he leans down, his lips brushing against your neck, leaving a trail of soft, peppered kisses.

His voice, husky with desire, whispers in your ear, "Let it go, baby. Let it go."

His words, combined with the gentle touch of his lips, send shivers down your spine. He slows his thrusts, his dick still painfully hard, moving with a deliberate, tantalizing rhythm that drives you wild. The pleasure builds to an unbearable peak, your entire body tensing as you approach the edge. His soothing words and tender kisses coax you further, until finally, you let go.

A wave of intense pleasure crashes over you, your body arching in response. The world blurs as you reach the peak of your euphoria, every nerve ending alive with sensation. His slow, deliberate thrusts and murmured encouragement keep you riding the wave of ecstasy, your mind lost in the overwhelming bliss. You cry out, the release so powerful it leaves you trembling, completely consumed by the moment.

Your left gasping for air and just when your about to roll over and take a breath, he grabs the underside of your legs and presses them against your chest.

"So sorry baby, I need more. Please let me have more."

GOJO, GETO, Toji, YUUJI, YUUTA, KENMA, OIKAWA, BOKUTO, EREN, SHIGARAKI, SANEMI

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𝓢𝓤𝓖𝓐𝓡.       eren yeager.

‎𐦍 ₊˚♱ ෆ . . . 5.1k. fem!reader, set in 01’, country!eren + bluecollar!, housewife!reader, established relationship, domesticity, ovulation, oral ꒰ f + m. ꒱, kreaming + squirting, rough sex, nasty talk ofc, unprotected, daddy kink, spanking, pet names ꒰ sweetie, baby, mama ꒱, praise, hair pulling, check ins + aftercare, choking, breath + sensitivity + salvia play, minors aren’t allowed! reblogs + comments are greatly appreciated. <3

꒰ 𝑚𝑜𝑐ℎ𝑎’𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒 ꒱ . . . a lil sum i thought of randomly. this is related to the dangerously in love couple. <3 visual. visual. visual. wish i had a link for the exact position i have in my head, so here’s a small example. hopefully i explained them well. :<

part three. <3

ivory sunflowers are imprinted along the frilly apron that hugs your body cutely, the coquette lace floral dress with a baby pink ribbon to create a corset style underneath. the warm scent of strawberry pie baking in the matcha green vintage oven blooms your heart. dusting flour over the counter to roll and mush at the dough you’ve created for the chicken pot pies, one of eren’s favorite meals. the sun was fairly hot today, your eyes fixating on the two beautiful tawny cows roaming your farm, their mouths chewing at grass as the wind blows serenely.

you told eren to keep a close eye on them while he was outside, watching your husband stand halfway down the driveway with sweat dripping from his brow as he tinkers with the engine of his polished black 1968 ford f100. he’s been having troubles with it this past week, and constantly handling it became tedious. he expressed his anger a few times now, this truck being his first big purchase for himself and he was having issues only a year later.

his light blue levi jeans and classic wife-beater was streaked with grease, clinging to his muscular thighs as he crouches low, peering intently at the mechanical innards. every so often, he wipes his hands on a rag before reaching for another tool, his calloused fingers moving with practiced ease. the sun casts a glow on the definition of his biceps as he lifts and maneuvers heavy parts. angelic brown strands held back by a black cap turned backwards.

you’ve been subconsciously humming along to the 70s and 80s rock tunes he has stationed on the radio. don’t dream it’s over currently on play. meanwhile, inside the cozy farmhouse kitchen, with the tantalizing aroma of food and your chocolate brown maltipoo who eren named honeybelle sleeps on her bed by the window — although this moment was romantic and peaceful to view, you weren’t too happy of a woman.

this was one of the few days he was off from work, and he’s been outside fixing his car since your eyes opened to an empty bedside. it’s nearing nighttime, and you’d spent half your day to your lonesome. shaving your body, doing your skincare routine and deep conditioning your handful of a curly head that’s currently pinned up away from your soft features. it’s felt like such a long time since the two of you enjoyed a full day together, let alone make love. your ovulation period not making this any easier on you, feeling like a wild animal in desperate heat. the only time you really interacted today was when you brought out a fat honey-turkey club sandwich, knowing he tends to forget to eat sometimes.

brushing the crust you created for the pot pie after layering them in crisscross patterns with butter, your mind wanders off, daydreaming as the sun begins to set and the sky blooms into color palettes of saffron and coral. the air outside turns warmer, and you study your husband once more, watching the ball in his throat shift as he chugs on a pitcher of water, droplets hitting his chest. his briefs are peaking out from his jeans, feet in his black timberlands per usual. his arms have veins streaming from the middle of his forearm to his big, dirty hands. silver wedding band on his right.

those slanted viridescent eyes of his catch your stare as he glares at you over the pitcher, swallowing and giving you a movie star smile with pearly whites. you smile faintly, returning the gesture. your heart pounds rapidly in your chest, shifting in your spot as you realize you’re biting your lips and almost riding the air. your blood is thrumming throughout your body, needing him to come inside right now.

the chicken pot pies are done in thirty minutes, each crust perfectly golden brown. and within that time, he’s still outside messing with his truck. you wanted to be understanding that he needed his truck in order to head to work tomorrow to further provide for you and the home as he does, but you can’t help that feeling of abandonment in your chest. you really didn’t want to cause an argument, but this was becoming irritating.

removing your apron, you slip on your outside shoes to head towards the garage where he resides, being faced with his broad back and gruff noises of agitation.

“baby.”

“yes, sweetie,” he replies quickly, groaning as he twists the wrench.

“dinner’s done. you’ve been out here all day. please come inside,” you pout, going to wrap your arms around his waist, laying your cheek on the column of his back.

eren removes his cap, scratching at his head before smoothing his hair back and placing it on again. “mhm, baby, i know. gimme like ‘nother hour, i just gotta connect the fuckin’ valve springs to the camshaft.“

“i thought it was just overheated?”

“yeah it was, the water pump wasn’t sending coolant through. the crankshaft wasn’t movin’, ‘n the radiator cap had too much pressure so the spring in the cap compressed ‘n flew over in the coolant reservoir. glad i ran to the auto shop beforehand.”

he’s saying a lot of shit you don’t understand if being frank. sighing, you let go of him, knowing he was real intricate with his truck so he definitely wasn’t going to be done in an hour. he stops what he’s doing to turn and face you, observing your expression.

“what i say about that, mama. huh?” eren sighs, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “don’t be givin’ me that face. i’m tryin’ my best right now. swear ima be in, i’ll make it forty-five instead.”

“that’s not the point,” you roll your eyes, crossing your arms. “fuck the dinner, i want you to be with me. you’ve been out here since eleven in the morning. not once have you come inside the house ‘n checked on me.”

his jaw clenches, your tone expected but not what he wanted to hear right now. “i ain’t tryna argue with you.”

“then don’t, help yourself to dinner.”

“꒰♡꒱.”

turning with clear attitude, you stroll back into the house, honeybelle barking softly as she follows you around. you feed someone in the house, pouring kibble into her beige bowl before patting her head and watching her scruff down the food. by this point you’d lost your appetite, huffing and puffing in your kitchen as you set the food back into the oven and made your way up the staircase.

to cool yourself down, you decide to run yourself a bath. twisting the gold faucet to fill the clawfoot tub with hot water, crouching on your knees to swish the water around to help form the bubbles. it was fully dark outside now, lighting aromatherapy candles and opening the double vintage windows that overlooked the farm you and eren spent years creating. stars in the sky and clouds camouflaging. undressing yourself, you grab a novel off of the shelf and submerge yourself into the tub, closing your eyes in bliss and leaning your head back against the spa pillow that elevates your neck.

eren manages to take approximately thirty minutes to finish up his project, starting up the truck and test driving it before he sighs in relief to see she’s back in shape. after parking it back into the garage, whistling at the cows to get them to follow him back into the barn after much needed playtime, he’s finally stepping into the house. honeybelle skips towards eren, sniffing at his ankle and wagging her tail. eren smiles, patting the top of her head.

“where’s your mommy, girl. huh?” he coed, scratching under her chin.

his eyes scope the dining area, finding the table set up just for the two with candles that were half burnt, blown out. the homemade sweet tea in a pitcher leaking with condensation, ice cubes melted. the pie you baked was set into a glass cake stand, and the pot pies are settled into the oven under the light. it was definitely clear you were upset with him, groaning and putting a hand on his head. he truly didn’t mean to take away this day from you, aware of how much you’ve missed him. hours at work are longer since the power plants needed more tending to from low employment.

just last week he had to go out of town and leave you for an entire three days to travel to another refinery. in that time you’d tend to your farm while also helping eren’s father with his. you knew what this lifestyle would mean for your relationship. things around the house including you will be secure, but having him come home exhausted to the point where you rarely spend as much time as you’d like with him was difficult. at most he had two days off a week, but a lot of times they’d call him in because someone else didn’t show up.

you’ve suggested countless of times that he should switch locations, but this one provided better benefits and he was close to a promotion that would also guarantee him extra off time. ‘it just takes time, baby.’ he’d constantly tell you. and you’re not one of those wives that complain about every single thing to make her husbands life harder, the two of you rarely even argue, but you do have your moments where you’re too stubborn.

the heavy thud of his boots sounds in the home as he heads up the stairs, softly calling your name to see where you reside. with his hand on his toned stomach under his shirt, he finds you rested in the tub, head turned away as you sleep comfortably. his tall frame leans against the doorframe, watching you with a pout on his face. you look angelic, cloud white bubbles flowing around your body, the jets in the tub keeping them in tact, slowly dissolving. the tankless water heater he installed a while back kept the water warm, making you comfortable enough to drift off to light slumber.

he makes his way closer to you, crouching before you to brush the tendrils of curls dangling in your face. your breath is light, lashes feathering against your cheekbones as he caresses your jaw with his thumb. he bends to pull the plug and drain the tub, not fond of you sleeping in water. you didn’t have it too high up, but people drown in tubs a lot more than you think.

you hum gently, eyes opening to see him looming over you, studying him in silence. sitting on his behind, he grabs a pedicure knife to clean under his nails, tattooed arm dangling into the tub and under the running faucet to remove the impurities.

“don’t like you fallin’ asleep in the tub, sweetie. you could drown. this isn’t your first time doin’ that,” his brows deepen, grabbing a nail brush and applying some of your cashmere and goat milk soap you currently smelt of with to scrub at his manicured fingernails.

you bring your knees up to your chest, wrapping your arms over your knees. “sorry.”

eren scans your face, eyeing the beauty of your entirety. perfectly white painted toes and matching nails, dark, big curls framing your face, slowly falling from the claw clip on the back of your head. the fullness of your lips with the cupids bow curve of them. soft skin, pretty eyes . . you were all his. such a beautiful wife. so when you’re mad at him, it makes him feel like shit. the way you look at him is different as well. your eyes are dead almost, a scolding glare in them.

“this day was supposed to be for us, i know,” he breaks the silence. “old shit was being difficult, ‘n you know i gotta drive far, sweetie. gettin’ ‘n a crash isn’t somethin’ you’d want happenin’ to me, right baby?”

the frown on your face serves how you feel about that. “i’d lose my mind if something bad happened to you.”

“ ‘n i’m not tryna guilt trip you or anything like that. i understand how you feel. i miss you just as much. i think about you all fuckin’ day at work. but, as time passes, eventually i’ll be in a better position ‘n you can have me with you whenever you want. jus’ lemme handle shit, okay?”

his strong hands go to caress your ankle, the silver jewelry shining there, lifting your foot to kiss at the shape of it, eyes low and focusing on you, unable to help the heat that swims within your hips and core.

“i really just needed you so bad today,” the sound of your throat clamping up causes him to go alert. you bow your head, wanting to hide your face as the tears threaten to spill. “it’s so stupid. i spent all that time pampering myself and cooking for us — i just hated being alone, even if you were still here.”

“c’mon, baby. why you cryin’ ? none of that. i’m sorry, truly,” he’s rising up on his knees, kissing at yours.

“missed you touching me,” you whimper, sniffling and pouting. “missed your kisses. i miss you.”

ah, so that’s what it is. he doesn’t make any effort to hide the smirk on his face, scoffing lowly while dropping his head. you can be such a brat when you’re horny, and given it’s been about two weeks since he’s last fucked you, he now gets why you begged for him to be with you today. quality time was still needed, but he can tell by the way your body tenses and your lips part to release tiny gasps while he strokes the pads of his fingers across your hips . . that you’re ovulating.

“that’s all you needin’, mama? some touches?”

salvia trails down your throat as you swallow, thighs squeezing together out of reflex, throbbing from those damned eyes of his, nodding with hooded lids. “mm hmm. so bad.”

“mm, yeah?”

the butterflies in your stomach swarm as he brings his face closer to yours, his touches on your skin causes you to grind when his mouth suddenly connected with your throat, your jaw widening as you gasp and toss your head back, his mouth sloppily kissing at the right side of your body. lips moving from your collarbone, each sound coming from him emphasized as he sucks at your chest, pulling your areola into his mouth and trailing his tongue down the side of your stomach, down to your hip and the crease between your thigh and waist. every kiss and lick is rough, his groans exaggerated as you moan from every touch.

“ooo, fuck. oh my god,” your hips can’t stop moving, his tongue gliding back up before his fingers indent into your cheeks, turning your face to his so he could kiss you roughly, sliding his tongue on yours.

eren doesn’t kiss you for long, detaching your lips with a lewd slick, both of your lips pouty before he’s arching over the tub and guiding his mouth along the left side of your body, repeating his motion of sucking and licking you. your eyes gloss back, spreading your thighs further apart when he gets closer to your pussy, swallowing your bottom lip inward.

he cocks his head back to lewdly spit over your clit, the string of saliva and the vein on the side of his thick neck making your face heat up. your mouth hangs open as he takes his fingers and slowly spreads it over, grumbling, "want me all over you," before rubbing your clit in smooth circles, groaning at the weak noises you made.

you were so needy, every touch he gives you consuming, a lust and desire looming over you that only he could give you. your hips twitch and hike midair, and your positive you've made your lip bleed by how hard you bit into it, doe eyes hazily watching his face. brows furrowed as he tentatively paced his fingers, repositioning himself so he could tug you down flat in the tub, your knees pressed to your chest as he clutches onto the sides of the tub.

“hold ‘em there, be good.”

a squeal envelops eren’s ears once he cranes his neck and drops his mouth over the puffy nub, enclosing his lips to kiss at your folds. your pussy is soaked, dripping between your ass cheeks, inner thighs twitching while he licks you up. the cap on his head continues to hold his hair back, his biceps flexing from every noise you make, trying to keep his composure. he wanted to make you feel real good, you deserve it, and he’s missed you.

“b—babyyy,” a mix between a groan and a whimper flows from you, keeping your legs open and squeezing at your chest hard, slowly rocking your pussy on his face, voice shuddering from the feel of his light stubble on your soft skin.

eren spanks the back of your thigh, dragging his mouth to soothe the feel after with an open mouth followed with more of his tongue. he loved tasting you, clearly. melting on the velvet of his tongue like sugar. his chin is doused by your slickness as he buried his face deep, circling your clit in languid strokes, lower lip dropping to bring it back into his mouth. you’re never embarrassed by how loud you get, knowing you’ll be reprimanded if you do keep silent. so a pathetic, drawn out whine fills the space when he removes his mouth.

“feed it to me,” eren hisses, spanking the back of your thigh again, french kissing either side of your ass. the hungry aggression through his eyes tell you to listen, his body almost entirely inside of the tub to make sure he’s giving you what you need the right way. “c’mon, girl.”

the gruffness in his tone makes you squirm, like he’s just as pent up as you. easing your hips up, you hold your legs fully up so they’re past your ears, gripping on his arm for balance as you dip your hips so your pussy connects with his face, your face curling up as he spits and slurps, your body trembling.

“mmmahh,” you weakly moan, chest heaving and breath stuttering, his tongue occasionally dipping into your hole to taste that sweeter place, eren grunting and bouncing his head along with your movements, teeth every now and then biting at your inner thighs. “g-g’na—squirt, f-fuck, nnnngh.”

eren acts on instinct, reaching to grab the back of your neck as your body arches forward to hold you so you won’t hurt yourself, swallowing at your achy bud as you coat his throat in your juices, humming and savoring every ounce. the static of your legs as you sing out your moans makes his dick harder, straining in the confinements of his jeans.

he pulls away, your body flat within the tub as he stands and undoes the leather belt on his waist, ears perking up from the sound of his zipper and then awaits the weighty girth of his dick. blush pink tip and tan with a protruding vein trailing up the underside. you find energy to lift yourself up, clinging to the side of the tub like a mermaid on rocks. reaching for the back of his leg to pull him closer, eren’s brows lowered at the sight of your eyes setting into seductiveness.

your mouth opens instinctively, giving him those big brown irises that has his dick jump in your face. eren’s waist spasm backwards, fingers grasping the coils of your hair to stop you. “no, no. not now. y’know you’ll make me cum too quick.”

“y’know you can’t fuck me till i taste it,” you pout, evidently upset, keeping your lips parted as a need to have it. “just a taste, daddy. i want it.”

“fuckin’ hell,” eren clenches his jaw, pupils dilating, lowering his jeans and boxers to his thighs to inch his dick to your lips. “yeah, jus’ a lil taste, baby. gimme those pretty lips.”

eren moans when you waste no time intaking half of his dick, tongue licking at the underside and slurping him up, bobbing your head and letting him hit the back of your throat in nasty squelches. his head falls back then to the side as he squeezes his eyes shut, attractive neck showcasing, grunting and slowly thrusting into your throat.

“f-fuck, ꒰♡꒱. love this sweet fuckin’ mouth of yours. show me that throat, baby,” two hands go to clutch your neck, eren pulling his dick out, salvia dribbling down your bottom lip. you widen your mouth, angling your face up so he can see your tongue in it’s entirety, the tight ring in the hollow of your esophagus calling him.

“good girl, take this shit deep,” he whispers painfully, teeth clamped together in a hiss as he lays the heaviness of his dick on your flat tongue, pushing in till his pretty, leaky tip connects with the back of your throat, constricting around him. “a-ahh, yeahh.”

you let him use you as long as he anticipates, eyes drooping low, trying to focus on eye contact with your nose mushed to his happy trail, the scent of the day and his cologne seeped into his skin. you heave when he pulls back entirely, whining and riding the air. he’s so damn masculine it makes you so feminine and submissive.

“one more time, hold it,” bending his back slightly, he slides back into your mouth, gently holding your neck in place to thrust a few times more, deep melodies of grunts and hisses pouring as he furrows his brows and studies how you made his dick wet and shiny, balls slapping against your chin.

with your mouth stretched open, you take him in as deep as he likes, closing your eyes to shut off your brain so you don’t choke. eren holds you there, huffing out ‘ooh fuckin’ god, baby.’ before smoothing his hand on the side of your face after he withdraws his hips to let you breathe, his own chest knocking from holding his breath.

“love you,” eren reminds you as he peppers kisses all over your face and you smile, a continuous gesture he’d do every time to make you aware, especially when he’s too rough.

the trance you have on his dick is sickening, following it as he maneuvered around the bathroom, retrieving a towel he spread on the lower part of the tub before entering, not bothering to take off his boots. you giggle as he hovers above you, biting at your nail and shifting your body beneath him so he could slot in. the weight of his cock lays on your stomach, eren grinding to rub along your folds, coaxing your hidden clit to show. eren steadies his figure, knuckles turning white from him grasping either side of the tub and holding himself up by indenting his feet into the towel.

“i fuckin’ need you,” eren growls, biting at your neck before licking and shifting his hips to nudge the tip against your opening, easily sliding in slow.

the warmth fills your face again, abdomen pinching from pain and pleasure, pawing at his slightly dirty wifebeater and hiking it further up his chest you were desperate to touch. the silver chain around his neck sways in your face, squinting your eyes and dropping your jaw when he begins pounding into you with the need he expressed. the sluice of your pussy is loud, his balls slapping against the rounds of your ass while your thighs hit his pelvis.

“this what you needed, right? what you been whinin’ for?” eren grunts in your face, taking your lips in his for passionate kiss, moaning together.

“y-yesss, mmmph,” the pleasure swarming in your stomach feels foreign, whimpering from every stroke he gives you, clawing at his sides. it felt so fucking good, your eyes scrolling and your breath inordinate along with his. “dick feel so good, ‘ren.”

“mhm hmm,” his face curls up, leaving an open mouthed kiss on your cheek and behind your ear, his touches making your body burn. “i hear it, she’s creamy as fuck.”

and it was, peering down between where you two connect to see him covered in you, the sticky slaps making his eyes lose focus, rutting into you harder. so hard it makes you scream, that sweet spot being pressured and your tummy flutters.

“e—ren,” you can barely see him, whines and whimpers being your only way of communication. spreading yourself wider by holding yourself open with both hands, arching your chest into his face where he sloppily eats at your brown skin again.

“talk.”

“annngh,” your lips turn into a pout, face completely gone. every word and sound coming out brokenly. “f-feelin’ something. s’so fuckin’ deep in me. you fuck me so good. w’na cum on it.”

“mhm, cum on it. cum on your dick baby, make it creamier.”

it’s quiet at first when you cum, legs shaking almost violently as eren lets go of the tub and lays his entire weight onto you, tucking you fully underneath to angle his hips and dig his dick in deeper, rough and steady pivots making you reach for his hair to tug, knocking off his hat. his fingers grip your cheeks, big hand almost covering your whole face as he brings his forehead to yours, growling rough.

“yess. give. it. to. me. lemme hear it.”

“g-god, y-yessss, fuck. right there, right there. please don’t fuckin’ stop . . oh my god.”

a long, exasperated groan disperses, vibrating in your chest and in his ears, hiccups and gasps following as you clench and suck him tighter. he feels the throb from your orgasm, dick twitching inside of you, rolling his waist and keeping you close to let you ride it out and feel it longer.

“take your time, there we go. feel it all.”

it pulsates harder from hearing him, grasping his wrist and releasing what’s been caged within you; a cry. “oh . . my . . g-god. eren!”

it’s not that you’re hurt, it’s that you’re experiencing too much at once. overwhelming pleasure, your husband’s embrace, the way he speaks to you, fucks you, the love you have for him, how he loves you, and even the annoying rise of hormones from your ovulation. a cry bolts from you, body convulsing and your voice dying out, grinding mindlessly on his dick and kissing his lush lips.

“that’s it, it’s okay.”

eren’s kissing all over your face, soothing you and giving you time before he holds you close to his chest and turns himself around so he’s leaning up, resting his head back on the spa pillow and twisting you so your back is to his chest. he balances your weight, taking the initiative to sling your right arm over his shoulder, eren smoothing his palms up the back of your thighs before locking your knees to your chest with his forearms.

“you good, baby?” eren whispers, smooching your cheek again.

chewing at your lips, you nod. “uh huh.”

eren moans as your fingers thread through the brown coils of his hair, tugging and planting a kiss on the shell of his ear, jumping slightly from the way he patted your pussy with his dick, sinking back in deliciously slow. with your lips parting in sync, eren flattens his feet to fuck up inside of you, your walls spasming from how good it feels and the sensitivity.

collecting the tresses of his messy hair, you fist it harder which makes him fuck you harder. your tits bouncing on your chest you fondle at.

“watch us,” he says, placing both of his hands on either side of your head to force your head down to stare at how he fucked you, keeping your legs locked with his arms.

the sloppy collision of your stickiness coating his cock that plunges into you roughly, his heavy hits making the both of you whimper. eren begins to grow so weak from being in your pussy and the hard labor he’d done today, and you can tell by the slowness in his pace after a few minutes. he’s throbbing hard, knowing he’s close to cumming, wanting to making him feel it too. he also had to get up early and still eat dinner, so did you.

“ ‘ren,” slithering your head from his grasp, you guide them to sit at your waist, his fingers digging into your flesh as you tug at his hair again and nibble at your bottom lip.

moving your body further up, you arch your chest forward and implant your feet flat to the surface, snapping your ass down to fuck him instead. eren tightens his hold on you, jaw slacking and squeezing his eyes shut while placing his forehead on your shoulder. you gasp, bouncing on him and constantly groping at your chest, skin clapping louder.

“you g’na cum in me, baby?” you speak with a whiny tone, taunting him.

“y-yeah, baby. please. bounce on that shit harder,” eren sucks at your side again, retracting his hand to land a harsh spank under your thigh, dangerously close to your cunt. “fuck, you do it so good, ꒰♡꒱. do it so good.”

“mmmm,” you smile drunkenly. “this daddy’s pussy, right?”

eren whines, and you love when he gets this way, so horny he lets his guard down. makes sounds he wouldn’t usually make. his tongue on you again causes your hips to stutter, that pressure building back up, a shaky moan pressing out the harder you fuck yourself on him.

“it’s daddy’s pussy. oooh, shit baby. don’t stop, i’m g’na bust all in your p—ussy.”

“all in my pussy?” harder, faster, you pounce your ass down, knees hiking and reconnecting as you drop down completely, feeling your orgasm near and riding him by scooting your ass on him.

“all . . in it— fuck. good girl.”

weakness fills your bones, loosing your balance completely, eren bellowing out curses and grunts as he locks his hand around your neck to pull your back to him again, swiveling his hips with yours while you both ride out the wave. heaving on the side of your face after he lays his cheek on yours, warm cum leaking into you while you gush all over him in exchange.

eren softly kisses at your shoulder, embracing you in his hold and moaning from your walls clenching on him. you can’t even find the energy to speak, enduring the comforting silence and weak breathing. rubbing your arms and molding his face with yours, skin to skin a necessity for him. rocking you side by side, smiling into his forearm he used to lock against your neck, inhaling the coconut fragrance in your hair.

“we need a shower, and that chicken pie i worked hard to make for you.”

“and that strawberry pie,” eren chuckles within the crook of your neck. “i’ll eat it all just for you.”

“you better.”

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[fatherbrat]

when you and eren broke up you blocked him on everything. instagram, twitter, gmail, spotify, cashapp, everything. you said that break up was gonna be the last one, and you meant it. so how did you end up here? in the backseat of connie’s car, with eren’s cock buried deep in your cunt and his hands cupping your face. “you’re fuckin’ mine forever,” he murmurs, and you can feel how much he means it, his desperation. you should tell him no, that after this you’ll never speak to him again. but you’re too far gone; cock-drunk and stupid, babbling nonsense about needing him to go faster, harder, deeper. he laughs, actually laughs at you. tells you how he just knew you’d come around, you’re made for him after all (at least, your pussy is). and as you reach your climax, gasping and moaning his name, you just know you never should have tried to break up with him in the first place.

[tonycries]

Little Heaven

Synopsis. He’s just your friend-with-benefits, right? So why - in the still haze of the soft sheets and you, fúcking you so sensual and tenderly - does he feel like he’s found his own personal heaven?

Pairing. Multiple x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, unprotected, kinda fluffy, he’s both pússydrunk and in love, slow to rough, marking, mentions of marriage and kids, morning, swearing.

Word count. 1.3k

A/N. Probably the fluffiest smút I’ve ever written.

You were just his friend-with-benefits, right? No strings attached, right? 

So why was he here? Sinking into your plush mattress, quiet morning sun just barely peeking in through the curtains as he wraps his arms around your naked figure. 

God, he really shouldn’t be here. He shouldn’t be laying you on your side, drinking in your soft little, “G’mornin’.” Both of your movements languid and still burning with soreness. Your hips pushing back desperately into his as he positions himself so that his leaking tip was just kissing your swollen folds. 

He shouldn’t be whispering soft kisses into the marks that littered your skin. Licking one, long stripe up the sinful trail of hickies down your neck. All sensual touches where it was bruising grips last night. 

That was rule #1, right? No marks. 

Or was it #4… 

Ah, right now he couldn’t give less of a fuck. Not when his greedy eyes wander the expanse of your face, fingers trailing along the features he’s mapped a thousand times over. Tracing delicate patterns across your skin, snaking down, down, down to leisurely lift your leg a little higher. 

Bare chest warm against your back, his voice is low and gravelly in your ear as he whispers, “I had a dream y’know.” 

Mind still thinly veiled with sleep, you lean into his warm touch, “Mhm?” 

Your breath hitches at the way he drags his swollen head teasingly across your slit, pooling your slick on his achingly hard tip. Smearing your juices with his thumb as he pumps himself lazily. It’s so torturously good. You almost miss the way he buries his face into the crook of your neck, murmuring a soft “Had a dream of us.”

Oh? 

Before you can overthink his words, he’s nudging in gently. So agonizingly gentle. And you can do nothing more than let out barely-audible whispers of his name as he bullies his throbbing cock into your snug cunt. 

You feel so full. So drunk off of the delicious burn of your pussy and him. 

And it seems he was drunk on you just as much, because as soon as his hips are flush against yours, the words escape him. So quiet and groggy with sleep, that you almost don’t catch them.

“Had a dream that I made you my beautiful bride.”

Oh. 

That was new. His words hung heavy in the heady air. 

Shivers run down your spine - all the way to where he was buried in your dripping cunt. Your voice is slightly shaky as you let out a humorless laugh, “Oh yeah? Must’ve been a nightmare then.”

Soft lips press against your forehead, breathing in your scent. Absolutely searing as he mutters out a muffled, “No, was the best dream I ever had.”

And then, with the audacity of someone who didn’t just send your mind reeling, he pulls his hips back unhurriedly. Immediately fucking into you at a slow, sensual pace. Tip kissing your cervix as he rolls his hips languidly into yours, making sure you feel every bump and graze against your tight walls.

You don’t know what’s more maddening - his agonizing pace or the words that tumble out of his lips. “Y’looked so beautiful in white. So pretty walking down the aisle to me.” 

His lips brush against yours, hands dancing across every inch of you he could reach. Gently caressing the skin like it’s something divine, soothing over the marks from last night as if an apology. “Don’ think I’d want to see anyone else there.”

You glance back at him - only to find his eyes already on you. A jolt of electricity runs across your skin at the pure warmth in them. And you realize that, no, this wasn’t a joke. 

Not trusting yourself to speak, you simply grind your hips down to meet his, abs rubbing against your ass. Letting out a broken whimper of what sounds like his name as he moves down a hand to press rough, little circles over and over your throbbing clit. 

“Saw a little something else too.” he hums, a sly smile curling his lips as his other hand dances across your body to press down on your stomach. Hard. “Saw that I had some competition - two actually. Funny, right?”

“Hah- h-hilarious.” you manage to choke out as his thumb speeds up on your clit, hips moving a bit more purposefully. A bit more like you were used to. Rock-hard cock plunging into your quivering cunt in deliberate, sloppy thrusts that have you white-knuckling the sheets. 

“Though…” he trails off dangerously, pulling back all the way until his furiously hard tip was just kissing your waiting hole. “I wouldn’t really mind.”

And with that he’s sheathing his throbbing erection in your wet pussy completely. A gasp of delight leaves him at the way you take him so readily. Walls sucking him up so sinfully - perfect. You were always so perfect for him. 

“Dreamt we had a lil’ house with a big garden.” God, he can feel his cock harden so painfully at the fucked-out little ah! ah! ah! leaving your pretty lips each time his hip smack into yours. It’s music to his ears, such a shame he just can’t shut the fuck up right now. “And then you dressed the kids up while I made breakfast.”

“Then you made us do taxes and I didn’t even fucking mind.” His voice is strained now, words slurring together as he rams his cock deeper and deeper, glistening with your slick in the soft morning glow. 

“And finally at night, I say we should make a third one.” 

He looks at you, a sly grin stretching his lips, eyes half-lidded and a dangerous twinkle in them that has you wondering whether everything he said before was merely a ruse to fuck you silly. And it probably shows on your face - because he grins lowly in your ear, “Don’t worry, sweetheart, we have till our wedding night f’me to fuck you slow.”

And oh he almost feels guilty. But he can’t bring himself to slow down at the way your swollen lips drop into such a pretty oh! at his words. Mewling at the sting of his heavy balls as they smack your ass. Walls clamping down desperately on his dick, milking him for every drop of pleasure. Each thrust into your warm core has his eyes rolling to the back of his head, brows furrowing in ecstasy as he focuses on making you lose your mind. 

He shifts his angle slightly, grinding expertly against your g-spot just right, and you throw your head back, releasing a low moan of his name.

“Shit. Yeah, say m’name, sweetheart. Jus’ like that.” he moans breathlessly. 

His name - soon to be yours.

Maybe.

You turn your head to face him, eyes fiery as you capture his in an equally scorching kiss. Cock slamming into your poor, abused cunt with an intensity that matches that of your lips.

Probably. 

Biting down on his lower lips, soft yet insistent. Humming deliriously against his mouth - and in the heat of it all, he feels you smile against his lips. Ever-so-slightly. 

Definitely. 

And then you’re cumming. White-hot pleasure behind your eyes, walls clamping down so deliciously around his twitching cock. It sends him over the edge as well - whispering your name as if a prayer, voice hoarse with emotions neither of you could name at this very moment. 

Hot ropes of his thick cum paint your trembling cunt white, milking the soul out of him as you both ride out your climaxes together. A creamy ring forming around his base as some truly animalistic part of himself fucks his seed into you - a promise, he likes to think.

“I’m serious about the dream.”

Almost as gentle as that one. 

As the haze settles, his thrusts slowing down to just shallow grinds, a fragile silence envelopes the room as neither of you speak. Because maybe no other words were needed. 

And right now, morning sunlight harsh on his skin, strong arms pulling you warm body flush against his, no one but you two in this quiet world - he doesn’t think he’d like to be anywhere else.

All is well in your little heaven.

- GOJO, GETO, Choso, SUNA, ATSUMU, Tsukishima, Kuroo, EREN

A/N. Bro it took longer to think of what to write than to write this. 

Plagiarism not authorized.

[will0waesthetic]

“her lovely hazel eyes”

“her breasts and perky rosy, pink nipples”

“for her petite physique”

Well damn , give her a name and we’re good to go 💀 the reader having a backstory , yeah no problem it’s cool but why do you have to describe the physical traits ? Just make an OC

Back story + physical description = OC

Back story + no physical description = reader insert

[levenlike11]

his hands come up to your cheeks and hold, looking- rather staring into your soul. you smile and your cheeks in his hands squish up making them look chubbier.

"wanna bite you." he says it still holding instense eye contact. you laugh and a faint smile appears on his face. "i missed you." his head drops on your shoulder and he takes a deep breath of your perfume.

"missed you too." you put your head on his, as if it hasn't only been less than a full day since you last saw each other. he thanks the owners of the place for the dim blue lighting in the dark room as it conceals the blush starting to make itself known on his face.

his hands that are hugging your figure travels down and down until they hit your waist and sneak under your top to caress your soft skin. every inch his fingertips touch burn with excitement and leaves goosebumps on his way.

"missed you so. damn. much." he sighs into your shoulder and places a small kiss on there, slowly moving upwards on your neck. you open yourself to him and throw your head back, enjoying his acts. his hands are softly scratching your back while he keeps kissing and nipping at your skin.

"show me how much you missed me then." you whisper near his ear and peck his lobe, knowing it makes his knees weak every time you do that. his attention is now diverted to your chin, biting it tenderly. "baby-" you whine when he licks the part he bit to soothe the pain he caused.

"my pretty thing. all mine." staring into your eyes again, he touches your nose playfully with his pointer finger. you close your eyes and lean into him, letting your lips touch gently at first. it doesn't take long until he's exploring your mouth feverishly, teeth clattering and tongues brushing against each other with lust.

you push him off of you for a second to take a breath but he chases after your lips and doesn't let you leave. you can taste the drink he previously had on his tongue and it mixes with the minty taste your altoids left in your mouth. he thinks he's found heaven, right here in your arms.

when he eventually pulls back, you can't help but giggle at all the lipstick stains on the lower half of his face. (and trust my word on this one, he wears it proudly until you force him to wash it off- which leads to another make out session, in the bathroom this time.)

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

eren, jean, levi (aot) geto, megumi, toji, nanami (jjk) SUNARIN, hinata, iwaizumi, akaashi (hq) reo, chigiri, rin, sae (blue lock) draken, wakasa, mitsuya (tokyorev) giyuu, sanemi (demon slayer) and anyone else you'd like!

all feedback is extremely appreciated, sorry for the inactivity!🥹🫶🏻

[tsukimirecs]

104th cadet corps // fic recommendations

note: remember to read the tags! + i do not own any of these works

jean kirstein

the roommate

dutch courage

babymaker

washing machine heart

bottled up

i stayed there, dust collecting

santa daddy

cake

wish, wish, wish

armin arlert

for one night

maneater

nine years

secret love affair

ripe fruit.

bright morning

reminder: thank reiner later

definition of a good boy

ocean eyes

mikasa ackerman

idol

bruises

arm wrestling

nocturne

stalker

dust, moon, and silver

the unbearable weight of staying

eren yeager

the way you are

bittersweet

say a little prayer

ocean's breath

midnight snacks

sweet dreams

emotional baggage

all over again

peppermint flavored kisses

connie springer

honey oat latte

promise

the unwritten law of college parties

free

anything but sex

[daemontargaryenwhore]

He couldn't afford to lose another kid knowing he's going to lose one just for the battle to end.

[connorsui]

Men who only have a soft spot for... her

He’s a problem. A walking, talking... paradox of sharp edges and soft hands—except the soft is reserved for her and her alone. To the rest of the world, he’s all business: measured words, steady hands, a gaze that doesn’t waver. But the moment she walks into the room? His composure unravels, just a little. Enough for his fingers to twitch, for his breath to catch, for something unbearably fond to settle behind his eyes.

It’s... pathetic, really. He knows it. She could ask him for the world, and he’d set it at her feet without a second thought. Hell, she could ask him to kneel, and he’d do it. Not because she wants power over him—no, she doesn’t even realize what she does to him—but because she’s her. His undoing. His salvation. The only thing that makes this whole godforsaken life worth it.

He watches her across the room, the way she tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear, the way she bites her lip in concentration, completely unaware of the fact that he’s starving for her. It’s not just want. It’s not even need. It’s something deeper, something that’s settled into his bones and taken root in his bloodstream.

She turns, catches him staring. Raises an eyebrow, amused.

“You good?”

Not even close. But he smirks, tugs at the knot of his tie like it’s strangling him. “Yeah, sweetheart. Just thinking.”

Thinking about how he’s never letting her go. About how she could walk him straight off the edge of the world, and he’d follow without hesitation. About how he’s already ruined for anyone else, because she’s it. The only light in his life, the only thing that makes him human.

And God help him, he wouldn’t have it any other way.

[shawtuzi]

[inspo vid]

imagine plug!eren getting your lipstick print tatted on his neck so now anytime yall fuck ur lips immediately latch onto it :(( it’s on the most sensitive part of his neck mind you (the spot just below his ear) so whenever you do it my baby can’t help the shivers that run up his back :(((

“y-you’re g’nna make me nut all in this fuckin’ pussy,” eren slurred in your ear, his tongue lolling out to lick over the shell of it. you were riding him like your life depended on it, the way your ass clapped against his thighs sounded boarder line painful with how hard you were riding him. eren whimpered—yes whimpered, when your teeth grazed the ink on his neck. his eyes rolled back when you started to suck, not too hard to hurt, but just enough to have him start bucking his hips up to meet your bounces. “do it ren, cum in me,” you peppered his neck with sloppy kisses, giggling when he wriggled beneath you. eren planted his feet into floor and wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, his nails dug into your side as he fucked you, desperately trying to reach his release. “ah ah s-shit, fuck y/n” eren’s tatted hands cupped your ass roughly as he came, his hands slowly moved your ass up and down as he milked his orgasm as much as possible. he hissed when you ran your tongue over his tattoo again, his sweaty forehead falling against your shoulder.

[st4rbwrry]

𝒞’𝑀𝐸𝑅𝐸, 𝐵𝑅𝒜𝒯.

aot headcannons + how they handle a brat ft. eren, armin, + onyankopon.

꒰ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 ꒱ ꔫ . . . fem!reader, lowercase intended, nsfw twitter links, aggressive sex, choking, rough play, spanking, dacryphilia, punishment, bondage, oral [f + m.], squirting, praise, all of them are kinda mean but with reason, teasing, pet names dnt feel like listing, minors aren’t allowed! reblogs + comments are appreciated! ♡

EREN YEAGER

let’s just say eren likes to fuck you really hard when you piss him off. i’m talking putting you through the mattress. gotta make you feel his anger. the man will make you gag on his dick until your jaw aches, stating ‘since you like to run your fuckin’ mouth so much, make use of it’. he loves when your pretty lips glide along his dick, holding your head still as he hisses and groans, muttering ‘suck it, c’mon’ while he stuffs your throat with his heavy dick. when you use two hands to stroke him until he’s throwing his head back trying his best not to whimper. his moans get stuck in his throat when you suck him, eyes completely gone and his face shifting in pleasure. and for revenge for putting him in a position where he has to be mean to you in order for you to understand, he’d fuck you hard till you’re gushing all over him. licks his fat tongue up your neck as he moans in your ear and tells you ‘fuckin’ pretty, mama. takin’ that shit so good, girl.’ burying his dick deep into you it’s painfully good. he always loses his stress halfway through, kissing you like you mean the world to him, since you do. but, he’ll definitely make you beg for forgiveness, and beg to cum. ‘i can’t hear you, baby. say it. i wanna hear you. don’t go quiet now. you were talkin’ all that shit earlier so be a big girl and beg me to let you cum.’

ARMIN ARLERT

armin’s a tease at first. he likes to play with you before he fucks you really good, and i mean good. it’s enough for your legs to spasm and your pussy to squirt along his abdomen. he’s gentle when he starts, sucking on your neck, licking on your nipples as he rolls them under the pads of his thumbs. kissing your inner thighs and doing his best to avoid eating your pussy since you’re currently undeserving. your whines and trembles fuel him, and once he’s gotten a taste of you, slicking his thick tongue between your folds and releasing a guttural moan in your pussy, that’s when the demon comes to show. holding you down as you squirm and try to escape, using all of his upper body strength knowing you can’t fight him. armin will not hesitate to fuck you dumb. you’ve been a brat lately, knowing he hated when you sassed him. he’d always tell you ‘we’ll talk later’ and the talk is usually him fucking you straight. he likes to have you in every angle imaginable. loves to stare at your face as you scream his name, yank at the sheets, and even bite into his arm. he’ll grab your face and tell you to ‘watch me fuck you like the bad girl you are.’ kiss you sloppily as he drops his dick into you hard, every pound leaving you gasping for air. that blonde hair on his head covering his dangerous eyes, followed by weak whimpers and whines escaping his throat. ‘too pretty, love. keep suckin’ me deep. i can feel you cumming.’

ONYANKOPON

not the type to play games with you, at all. will cut any attitude you have extremely short. you seem to yap a lot, and he can live that. what he won’t deal with is a grown woman who throws temper tantrums like an adolescent. he’s usually understanding of most things, meaning he can sit you down and talk if needed. but some things just don’t get through that tiny skull of yours. now, now he has to push it into the bed to fuck some respect into you. he gets really deep to make you feel it all. won’t stop until you’re actually crying. he expects apologies, and they flow from your mouth airless. clearly, he won’t give up until he approves a real apology, not just one you spew just to let you cum. ‘told you stop talkin’ to me fuckin’ crazy. ima fuck the shit outta you’ he’ll groan, heat pooling in his stomach. he’s mad as fuck, and you feel the energy. struggling in the fabric he used to tie your wrists behind your back, whining into the pillow as he claps your ass back onto him. the rough baritone of his voice causing your head to spin. when his big hand wraps around your throat, he’ll pull your head to his chest as your back arches lower, swiveling his hips and fucking you quicker. ‘fuck yes, baby. tell daddy how sorry you are. right now.’ and you’ll tell him, because at this point you didn’t have a choice. his heavy hand lands numerous hits to your ass, biting his lip as you clench around his dick, drawing an orgasm from him sooner than yourself. then he’ll give your pussy some sloppy kisses after because he feels bad for making you so sore. <3

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