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Milk, Honey, and Sugar

Yandere Eren x Reader

Milk Honey and Sugar Masterlist

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Content: College AU, Yandere content, Obsessive and Possessive behavior, Fluff, Smut, Dark content, Jiyuu beloved

Content Warnings: Stockholm Syndrome, Obsessive Behavior, Eren is a bit of a pervert, but somehow also shy about it, reader going thru it, Eren is described at taller than reader, Pet names (Angel, Baby), Dubcon (from stockholm syndrome), Eren is SO WEAK TO YOU, you’re both a bit shy, Reader is implied to be a tiny bit insecure, Tiddy sucking, Falacio, hand job, Little bit of subby! Eren but only a little, description of Eren’s dick lol, reader makes him CRY, mention of him pulling their hair a little, a smidge of edging, aftercare

Summary: After the realization hits that you aren't ever going to see your friends again, Eren is the one to comfort you—slowly turning you more and more dependent on him.

Oh my goddd It's been so long and I'm so sorry!!! A bunch of things got in the way of me writing for a while, but It's finally back! I'm going to try to focus on this series more so hopefully, there won't be such a big gap in posting again! I already have the next part nearly finished so it shouldn't be long before the next chapter! Also, I'd like to say thank you to anyone that's still here after my absence and anyone that's been here from before :,,) I'm so grateful. I hope this is enough to satisfy until the next chapter! There's a little doodle at the end for you all <33 Can't wait to write the most exciting parts of the story!! (In my opinion at least, lol) Please enjoyy

Chapter 7: Warmth (part 1)

The hours grew longer the more days you spent alone.

Your world was quiet, apart from the tick of the plastic analog clock or the occasional sound of water going through pipes and creaking footsteps from above. Being stuck on your own was such a lonely, stir-crazy existence. The only time you found solace from it was when Eren would make his way down the stairs, greeting you with his abnormally gentle smile and a soft kiss, giving you the company you constantly longed for and sometimes a consoling meal.

He had you wrapped around his finger by now, so tired of the isolation and quiet that you’d do almost anything if it meant he’d stay, just to ease your loneliness for a while. He was a distraction you took with little resistance because you didn’t want to think about the pain of being trapped for even a second.

He seemed to be the only thing that helped your ever-fragile mood, the one thing keeping you grounded as your mental stability frayed. It was hell when he would leave you, forcing you to face the cold basement alone again. You’d try to sleep through it, but sometimes your brain wouldn’t quiet and your emotions would explode to the point that you’d bawl your eyes out and sob until your nose was clogged and your head ached, your mind plagued with the overbearing thoughts of your long-gone friends and freedom. If they’d been looking, you were sure they would have found you by now. It should’ve been so obvious who’d taken you. Or maybe, everyone was too trusting of Eren to realize that deep down, he was an obsessive stalker, someone who kidnapped his best friend.

Either way, your hope of being found had almost completely diminished. With no access to the outside world, you didn’t even know if a search was ongoing. You had no motivation anymore, even for escape—although it’s not like you could because Eren hadn’t let you go upstairs since your last attempt. He hadn’t touched you the same way he did that night either, occasionally letting his soft kisses grow more heated but never going as far as he did then. You almost missed it. The intimacy, that is. He’d been nothing but sweet to you most of the time, even when all you could do was cry into him.

You felt pathetic being in such a state, constantly switching between craving his presence and despising him for taking you away. You barely felt deserving of being rescued since you gave in to your captor so quickly. Would anyone even want to help you if they knew what you’d done with him? How close you’d remained even after his betrayal? It brought a sick feeling to your stomach whenever you thought about it. All of the lame excuses and blaming your actions on your once adolescent crush or your dwindling will to escape. You knew the truth, yet you still didn’t want to admit it.

It’d been four weeks since your failed escape, and just a little over a month of being stuck in the basement—not that you even knew the specifics of how long it’d been because of how your days began to blend. Since your attempt, Eren spent more time downstairs, sometimes taking his entire day off to stay with you, slowly making you more dependent on his presence because it was all you had.

Akin to every other day, it started with his journey down, breakfast in hand and laptop under his arm, the device fully charged and ready for another day of playing offline games and watching videos or movies. But, also like every other day, his plans, per usual, were halted when he reached the bottom of the steps and saw you curled up on the bed, crying into your palms.

His guilt overflowed whenever he saw you like that, but he pushed it away when he remembered all the things that could’ve happened if he hadn’t brought you here. All of the people that could have gotten to you, the things they could have done to you. It made him irrationally angry just thinking about it. In his house, you were safe, and he always knew where you were. To him, that was worth the pain it brought you.

Laying everything on the desk, he rushed to sit next to you, trapping you in his comforting arms and pulling you into his lap, “What’s wrong, baby?”

He always asked that when you cried, always with the same pet names he’d use to try and ease your tears. You always replied that you didn’t want to discuss it, but he knew what the truth behind your sadness was. He knew it was because you missed everyone and you were terrified of telling him.

“I don’t wanna talk about it right now.” You said, as usual, voice hoarse from tears that’d been pouring since you woke up. You put your head against him, soaking the white pajama t-shirt while he rubbed your back and cradled you like a child. His warmth and his pleasant autumn-like scent made it harder to focus on your problems, the comfort pulling you back to him in an instant. Sometimes it was like you were addicted, craving the constant reassurance of his presence and the distraction from your situation.

This had become almost routine—he would come downstairs or wake up with you, find you crying, and drop everything to comfort you, just to continue whatever he had planned for the day after as if nothing happened. It was such an exhausting pattern for you, but he couldn't care less. All he cared for was being able to have you with him where you were safe. Being able to hold and touch you was just a bonus.

He held you as tight as he could, trying to make you feel secure while compressed in his arms. You could only snuggle into him, pushing your ear against his chest to listen to his racing heart. It was a calming and familiar white noise that helped distract you from the fact that you were probably never going to get out. It helped you feel sane and reminded you that Eren was another human too.

He sighed feeling you ease into him, finally safe enough to relax too. The room was quiet other than the gentle sounds of breathing and the mechanical ticking of the clock. It was almost peaceful like this, just the two of you cuddled up together. Listening to each other’s soft sounds and finding comfort in them.

“Can I have breakfast now?” You asked, your voice still crackling from your dry throat. You were sniffling and your face was still wet from past tears, but you were more hungry than upset now and didn’t want to wait for food anymore.

Eren smiled and slid you off his lap, making sure to plant a loving kiss on your forehead before he got up to grab the wooden breakfast tray from the desk. He walked back, setting it on your lap and revealing the stack of 4 heart-shaped pancakes to you that still radiated the warmth from being cooked. There was a tiny plate of butter and a cup of syrup sitting next to it, along with a ceramic mug of Eren’s favorite drink, his warm milk with honey and sugar mixed in. He always used to give it to you every time you came over, trying desperately to get you to favor it, and every time it always tasted bland. Not bad, but it didn’t fit your normal preference for drinks.

Recently though, whenever he’d give it to you with your breakfast, it was much sweeter than before. The milk and honey blended together with a pinch of dissolved sugar just tasted saccharine all of a sudden.

At first, you questioned if he spiked it, but when nothing happened after you drank it, you abandoned the idea. It felt so strange to suddenly enjoy something you’d been so indifferent about, but you didn’t want to overthink it. After all, you just wanted to enjoy the warmth from whatever he made you—to enjoy his warmth because it was all you had.

“Well, are you going to eat?” Eren asked, questioning why you were staring at your food for so long.

Realizing that you’d spaced out while deep in thought, you muttered a quick “sorry” before grabbing the dull plastic knife on the tray to spread the butter over your pancakes.

While you were preparing your breakfast to your liking, Eren sat on the bed again, placing his arm behind you and sliding as close as he could without getting in your way, your thighs pressing together and his cheek almost touching your head.

He watched intensely as you cut into the syrup-soaked cake and stabbed into the small piece you separated, chomping down on it. As you chewed and swallowed it, he leaned his head on yours to get your attention, “Is it good? Did you like it?”

Nodding your head, you cut out another piece to shove into your mouth, “They’re really good! Did you make them from scratch?”

Eren smiled, feeling his heart melt when you gave him praise. He always ate up every little compliment you gave him, no matter how small it was. It was like a hit of dopamine every time you were even the tiniest bit nice—and he was addicted to it. Once he’d even kicked his legs and squealed into his pillow after you commented that he looked hot in a picture he posted, but that was a secret he would be taking to his grave.

“It’s my mom’s recipe… I just made them with a heart-shaped pan for the shape.” He replied, leaning into you and burying his face into the side of your neck while you continued to eat.

“I didn’t know you owned a heart-shaped pan,” You paused mid-bite, “When did that happen?”

“I got it when all of the Valentine's Day stuff was on clearance in stores… I just hid it in my room because I didn’t want anyone to see it while they were here.” He explained, his cheeks warming up at the thought of someone other than you seeing he owned such a bright pink and heart-shaped pan.

You giggled at his embarrassment and kept eating, enjoying the sweet syrup-soaked pancakes while you could. They were delicious, but especially warm compared to everything else, and you were so desperate to have that warmth that you were scarfing them down and barely savoring the taste. The sweet milk with honey came next, the most familiar part of the meal. You chugged it down so fast that you could feel its heat travel down to your stomach, officially ending your breakfast that morning.

It almost made you sad whenever you finished your food. You always felt extra cold after, especially without Eren there. It was never fun to experience.

“All done?” Eren asked, not allowing you a response before taking the tray from you. He placed it on the nightstand at the foot of the bed and went back to you, pushing you onto your back and crawling on top of you without warning.

After taking a moment to maneuver himself around and get more comfortable, he placed his head on your shoulder and embraced you, the weight of his body crushing you into the mattress. It hurt a little and almost restricted your breathing, but having what was similar to a heated and weighted blanket on top of you was nice.

He always did this when you finished your breakfast. It was one of his favorite things to do too. He loved being close to you, breathing in your scent and littering tiny kisses all over your neck and collarbone. It felt wonderful to claim you like that.

As you cocooned him with your limbs, he wriggled his way down until his head met your chest, putting his face between your breasts and squeezing you so they squished against his face. You let a gasp slip, face growing hot as a large smile formed on his lips.

You tried to push against him to get him off, but you struggled immensely from his weight compared to your strength. It took almost all your energy to get him to budge, but he finally got the hint and sat up after minutes of your whining and squirming—only to grab your chest and squeeze as soon as his hands were free.

You flinched and simultaneously gasped at the sudden grope, yelling at him with fake anger while batting his arms, “You’re such a fucking perv!”

He chuckled and put his hand on the bed to lean down, his reddened cheeks so close to yours that you could feel his breath against your face, “Yeah, sure. But you love me, don’t you?”

You were silent while you considered what to say, afraid to lie to him but knowing that if you gave him any answer other than yes, he’d probably lose it on you. You did love him. You really did, but not in the way he wanted you to. You didn’t think you did, at least. He was just a safe space for you. A source of comfort while you were trapped. That didn’t mean you loved him, did it?

Growing insecure at your lack of response, Eren squeezed your arm just tight enough to regain your attention and asked you again, this time with more desperation lingering, “Don’t you, angel?”

Without thinking it over more, you gave him an unconvincing answer, “Yes. I do.”

Satisfied with your response, he gave you a quick peck on the lips and got up to grab his laptop from the desk. You watched him carefully the whole time, sitting up and eyeing him as he picked up the small computer and carried it back to you.

He placed carefully it in your lap, plopping down and leaning into you like he did during breakfast, his arm slung around your waist. You stared at the sticker-covered computer in your lap, your hands trembling while you considered asking him about going back upstairs again instead of spending another day in bed binging a random show you chose.

You’d asked previously, even begged him to give you another chance, but his answer was always the same. He’d tell you that he isn’t ready for that, or that he doesn’t trust you yet. If you tried to ask repeatedly or beg for it, he would get angry with you and even lash out, leaving you alone for the entire day as a punishment, no matter how loud your cries got or how much it stung him to hear them.

“Can I ask something before we start, Eren?” You managed to get out, your words shaking as you spoke.

You could feel him tense up next to you as you asked, his gaze now fixated on the laptop instead of you.

“What is it?” He asked, already knowing the answer.

You opened your mouth to talk but stuttered so much trying to get the first word out that you had to pause again before talking.

“Can I go upstairs for the day?” You pleaded, quickly adding onto it so he couldn’t instantly deny you, “I’ll do anything you want! Please! I just… want to leave the basement for a while.”

Silence followed.

You were shaking, terrified of what he was thinking. He was staring at the floor, his brows furrowed as he ran through all of his options. He wasn’t angry, not yet at least. He only would be if you pushed for it too much, but he still hated having to answer that question. Why couldn’t you just be happy with what he gave you? He understood that you were bored and lonely, but it was still frustrating. It was so, so frustrating.

“I don’t know if I can trust you yet,” was all he could manage in response, because If he said any more or got too aggressive there would be tears. And he was so weak to your tears. It was the sole reason he always had to leave you when you cried to be let out. If he stayed, his already weak spirit might break, and then you could weave your way into having your way and escaping. He didn’t want to risk anything close to that.

Despite his effort to avoid it, tears began to prickle in the corner of your eyes, almost as if on command. You wanted to leave so badly that you were partially willing to give up your hope of escape if it meant you could at least have that. You would give all of it, just to have that ounce of freedom and self-autonomy back.

“I don’t want to leave anymore, Eren! I promise! Chain my ankles or handcuff me to you, whatever! Please, just let me go upstairs with you!” You begged. It was evident you were pushing his limit with the look that took over his face, but you didn’t know what else you could do to convince him.

Eren shut his eyes, the frown on his face deepening, “Baby, please. Don’t do this today.”

“Please, Eren. Please.” You begged again, the first fearful tear spilling over your cheek. The look you gave him was painful, his chest tightening the longer he stared at you. You’d done this almost every day for the last week and it was so aggravating. He hated being separated from you but you forced it on him by pleading so often.

He looked away from you and leaned forward, his elbows on his knees and his face in his hands as he snapped at you, “Why? Why do you want to so badly?! Can’t you just be happy with what I give you?”

He finished with a sigh and waited quietly for your response, but nothing came. You were silent.

It took Eren several moments to realize that you weren’t going to talk back, so when he finally lifted his head and looked at you, the sight ripped his heart in two.

You had your eyes squeezed shut and your mouth covered as you sobbed into it, trying to hide the sounds so you wouldn’t irritate him more, but seeing you cry like that with such obvious fear diminished any anger he had. He hated being the cause of your tears. He hated it.

Pulling you into his arms again and pushing the laptop aside, he apologized profusely and held you tighter. You whimpered into him, gripping his shirt while he pushed your face against his chest.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry… I’m sorry for snapping, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” He had his hand on your head, digging his fingers into your hair while he repeated his apology, “Please stop crying. Please, you know I hate hearing you cry.”

You hiccuped, holding your breath to choke down your tears. You held it in for a few more moments until you couldn’t anymore, taking an involuntary breath and sobbing into his shirt. In a poor attempt to silence it, you covered your mouth while you cried, quietly begging him not to leave you between sobs. It broke his heart.

He tried to reassure you, hugging you tightly and petting your head while he cooed, “I won’t leave. I won’t leave this time.”

It took a while, but following a few violent hiccups, silenced sobs, and deep, difficult inhales, your tears were dissipating and you were calming down, clinging to Eren as if your life depended on it.

He held you close, basking in your touch. He knew why you wanted to leave the basement. He was stupid to think that being trapped there would be enough for you, but after the last time he let you up, he was terrified that you’d try to leave again. If you ever did manage to get away from him, it would mean he’d lose everything, and he didn’t even want to think about that happening.

You needed to stay with him, where you were safe. Where he could watch over you. But, it was clear you also needed at least a little freedom, otherwise, your mental state could deteriorate even more than it already had, and that would be just as bad as losing you through escape. He didn’t want to reduce you to a shell of your former self. He didn’t want to break you. He just wanted to keep you to himself.

Thinking it over some more while you were wiping your face on his shirt, Eren decided to go against his better judgment and give in to what you wanted, which was exactly what he had been trying to avoid. It was easier that way, considering you were both feeling awful about your situation.

“I’ll—I’ll take you upstairs. I’ll take you upstairs today.” He blurted out, sounding reluctant to say it out loud.

Your entire mood had changed from just that sentence, perking your head up so you could meet his eyes from where you sat on his lap. Eyes wide with excitement, they were lighting up more than they had in the month you’d been stuck there. It was nice for him to see. He’d missed that sparkle so much.

“I’ll only let you come up if you follow my rules though, okay? If you break them I’m sending you back down and I won’t even think about letting you up for at least a year.” He aggressively added to his previous statement, wanting to be clear with what he expected of you so there wouldn’t be any complaints later.

You rapidly nodded your head, getting ready to agree to whatever he asked if it meant getting that slight sliver of freedom in the end. Lucky for you, he didn’t want to take advantage of your eagerness—not too much at least. He loved you too much to hurt you like that.

With a small sigh, Eren slid you off of his lap and took his laptop, holding out his hand for you after he got up. You took it with a large smile plastered on your face, pulling yourself onto your feet and practically skipping to the stairs because of how happy you were. He was slow to follow after you, not particularly joyful about letting you out of the safe haven he’d created for you, but still willing to if it meant he got to see your bright smile again.

Once he made it to the top, he was hesitant to unlock the door. He really didn’t want to let you out, but when he looked over and saw how excited you looked standing next to him, he couldn’t help but picture how upset you were just prior, and how quickly that changed when he said you could go upstairs. Keeping you locked up and to himself was already selfish enough, he didn’t want to keep suffering even more in a cold basement for his own benefit.

Before he went through the final step of opening the door, he grabbed your hand and squeezed it tight. He was trying to make sure you couldn’t just run off, but also trying to reassure himself that he was doing the right thing. With a final heavy sigh, he unlocked the door and turned the knob with his laptop under his arm, pushing it open and revealing the dim light of morning to you.

You tried to run, not with a hope to escape but more so out of excitement—but Eren was quick to pull you back to him and remind you of your place.

“Don’t forget what I told you.” He spoke sternly, the grip on your hand growing tighter to the point that it hurt.

His rules—to behave. To do what he asked. From the first time he let you upstairs. The same rules that you broke the last time you were here, and not just because he was vague about what “behaving” meant. Of course, you couldn’t forget.

You sounded dejected as you looked at the creaky wooden floor, “I’m just… excited. Sorry.”

Sighing, he sauntered forward while pushing you with him, taking the lead but ultimately doing what you wanted by going to the living room.

Jiyuu got visibly excited when you walked into his view, his fluffy wings opening up slightly while he paced back and forth on the giant bird tree across the room, considering if it was worth it to fly over.

Eren stopped in his tracks, a small smile brightening his face when he realized what the bird wanted. He always thought it was sweet that he liked you, despite parrots' common behavior of being possessive over their owner. It also made your integration into his home a lot easier, so he wouldn’t have to worry about the bird going after you whenever he was affectionate with you.

“Why don’t you go pick him up?” He asked, trying to push you forward, closer to Jiyuu.

Excited to see the bird—a living creature other than Eren—but terrified of doing something wrong and being punished for it, you turned to look at him, asking for reassurance that this wasn’t a trap, “Are you sure?”

“Yes. I’m sure. I won’t be mad at you for walking away from me this time.” He assured you, the hand on your back pushing you even further, harsher this time to the point you almost stumbled.

You stepped forward with hesitance, slowly gaining confidence the closer you got to Jiyuu, your saving grace from complete isolation with Eren. Watching carefully, Eren stayed behind, his gaze burning holes into the back of your head. It made you so nervous, his eyes fixated on your every move. Being watched so closely was highly unpleasant and anxiety-inducing, and you could tell that Jiyuu didn’t like it either.

Climbing onto you when you held your arm out, Jiyuu was quick to run to your shoulder and puff his feathers up, squawking loudly at Eren. He’d never been especially protective of you, nor aggressive towards Eren, so this behavior was completely new—at least to you. It was especially shocking because of how loud he was able to scream, the sound triggering a constant ringing in your ears.

“Eren? What’s wrong with him?” You panicked, turning to see what the bird was so upset about that he had to shriek, only to be face-to-face with Eren. His knees bent slightly so he met your height, startling you even more when you unexpectedly met his piercing green pupils.

His eyes were glued to the bird, his hand lifted in front of him so he would step up from your shoulder. To your surprise, the bird nipped at his hand and chewed on it, stepping on it when he was finished and acting like he hadn’t just screamed at him. “He’s just being moody. Don’t mind it too much, he just gets like this sometimes, ‘specially when I’m not in the best mood. He can tell.”

As he put Jiyuu back on the tree stand to chew on more of his toys, he walked closer and wrapped his arm around you, practically forcing you into his chest with his laptop pressed against your back. When his other hand was free from the bird’s talons, it joined his other to squeeze you tightly, keeping you close as he leaned over you, inhaling the comforting scent from your skin and hair.

You returned the hug, trying to distract yourself from the sinking feeling you had in your chest when he implied that he wasn’t in a good mood. It was obvious it was because of you—because you wanted to go upstairs. It made you feel so guilty, but also so afraid. He could be unpredictable when he was upset, which is probably why Jiyuu didn’t like it either.

“Why don’t we just watch some TV for now? Since he’s in such a bad mood and I still want to laze around…” He spoke up, backing away but leaving little space between you and him.

Without a thought, you nodded, ready to agree to almost anything as long as it would improve his mood and keep you out of your personal hell known as the basement. With your compliance, he was quick to drag you back onto the couch, setting the laptop down on the coffee table and pouncing, crushing you under his weight. Your whines went ignored by him in favor of grabbing the remote to activate the TV, bringing up the news before he swiftly changed it to an on-demand streaming service. He put on one of your favorite shows—one you’d already watched, probably dozens of times since you’d come here—and threw the controller

down, burying his face into your chest and engulfing you in his arms.

Resting your hands on his back when you finally processed everything he’d sped through in seconds, you focused more on him than the TV, although only able to see the top of his head and his messy bun. His face was buried between your boobs again, except this time, instead of smiling and teasing you about it, he shut his eyes and eased into you, feeling secure enough to relax with you trapped underneath him. The shift in mood was apparent, but all you could think to do was run your hands through his hair, hoping that would soothe him enough to think about letting you stay upstairs more often.

It was silent after that, besides the background noise of the TV playing and Jiyuu preening his feathers and chewing wood. You were both clinging to each other, unmoving and resting. Eren was so warm, it almost made you tired—but you didn’t want to sleep. Not when you were finally experiencing what you’d wanted so badly for weeks. You longed to walk around and explore the house more, but he probably wouldn’t let you. It was frustrating.

“Eren?” You said, trying to get his attention on you instead of whatever he was thinking about in the silence.

He hummed in reply, not bothering to lift his head because he was too comfortable with his face against your chest.

You twirled some of his loose hair between your fingers, silently trying to persuade him as you asked, “Can we go to your room? I want to see more than just your living room and kitchen.”

Before you could continue with your long-winded speech trying to convince him to let you go to a different part of the house, he interrupted you with a finger over your lips, letting out a muffled “mm-mm” while he shook his head that was still against your chest. You frowned, moving his finger away from your mouth and continuing to push, “Why not?”

A scowl took over his face as he peered up at you, his chin stabbing into your sternum when he replied with aggressive venom in his tone, “Because I said no. Drop it.”

Once you nodded, a look of stinging fear glazing your eyes, his expression relaxed and he put his face back into your chest. Although your response calmed him, his answer did nothing to satiate your curiosity. You’d been in his room a few times prior to the kidnapping, so what was so different about now?

You let out a small sigh, continuing to run your hands through his hair but turning your attention towards the TV that still played your favorite show, although you’d begun to get rather tired of it after watching it over and over so much. Especially now, when watching different shows and dramas was all Eren had let you do aside from occasionally letting you play games on his laptop. As relaxing as the routine used to be, it was starting to grow excruciatingly dull. There were only so many days you could do nothing but laze around before you grew tired of it.

“Eren.” You began again, desperate for something to entertain you. You didn’t want to spend all your time out of the basement doing the same thing you did in it.

With a quiet groan, he lifted his head again and frowned, “What now?”

“I’m bored… I want to do something other than watch TV.”

Realizing that you weren’t trying to annoy him about getting into his room again, his eyes softened and he replied with a sweeter tone, “Like what?”

“I don’t know. You have games, don’t you?”

“In my room, yeah. But I don’t want you going in there right now and I’m not leaving you alone to grab anything.”

“Then what else can we do?”

When you asked, his brows scrunched together and he averted your gaze, deep in thought. You watched carefully, worried that he would become irate if you were too talkative while he was trying to relax.

Slowly, his cheeks darkened as an idea popped into his head—one he’d usually tried to push away so that he wouldn’t risk making you feel uncomfortable with your already fragile emotional state, but right now? You seemed to be in a better mood, and much more content with doing just about anything to ease your boredom. There was nothing to stand in the way of his selfish desires.

Noticing the way his former annoyance bloomed into a red-faced fluster, you grew worried and tried to turn his head so he’d look at you, only for him to avoid meeting your eyes. His cheeks were burning hot to the touch and you could tell he had something on his mind.

“What’s wrong?” You tried to ask calmly despite the tremble in your voice, mentally preparing yourself for whatever emotion he might reply with.

A silent pause followed, and he barely managed to stutter it out, his hesitancy to explain his thoughts holding the words back, “I thought of something we could do if you are really that against just watching TV, but—but it’s kind of lewd. It’s—It’s really lewd actually.”

You could feel your cheeks grow warm at all the things that could mean, quietly urging him to continue out of curiosity about his desire, “Yes…? What is it?”

He was quiet again before he met your eyes, replying with a faltering voice full of anxiety, “I was thinking that maybe… we could take turns touching each other, and we could—I could learn more about your body… and we could make it into a game, I guess? If you really want to, the person who finds the most sensitive spots on the other person could win. That would make it more fun, right? Would something like that interest you more than TV?”

He stared at you with pleading puppy eyes while awaiting your response, his pupils swallowing his irises that practically glowed as they peered into your soul.

Your entire face burned hot, now matching his. You were like shy kids confessing to each other, so tense and unnerved.

Speaking with an unfamiliar kind of softness in his voice, he sounded like he would explode with embarrassment if you didn’t respond well, “We don’t have to, but I just—I just really want to touch you again. Even without the ‘game’ part. I’ve missed it. A lot.”

He felt so perverted just saying it out loud.

His offer was tempting, but you didn’t know if you could trust it. Your judgment had felt so clouded recently and you’d been giving into him more under the guise of gaining enough freedom to escape, but how much would you need before you tried to leave again? The thought of escaping was crossing your mind less and less, and you were growing used to being with only Eren all the time, getting dangerously close to enjoying it.

Part of you was terrified of ever leaving, terrified of how your friends would react when they found out what you’d already let him do to you, and terrified of leaving what you’d just started becoming accustomed to—but another part of you was terrified to stay. If you did, how far would things go? How deep of a hole would you dig for yourself before it was too late to get out?

“We don’t have to!” He repeated, pulling you out of your thoughts, “I could just find something else for us to do if you don’t want to,”

“It’s okay! It’s fine, it’s fine. We can do that.” You blurted out without processing what you were saying. The last thing you wanted was to upset him, so satisfying him was the only option even if it went against your better judgment. You could deal with the guilt later, but right now you had to focus on keeping his trust. Besides, it wouldn’t hurt to give in and have a little fun with someone you’d trusted while you could, take advantage and get the experience you missed out on years before. You’d rather it be him than a stranger. That’s what you told yourself, at least.

“Really? Are you sure?” He asked again to reassure your consent while his lips shifted into a sly smile.

No. You weren’t. But you’d already made your bed, and you’d rather lie in it than rip off the sheets and start from the beginning, “Yeah. I am.”

There was a small moment of silence, the two of you staring at each other before he jumped off of the couch, swiftly making his way to the tree where Jiyuu was. He was quick to take his feathery friend to his cage, closing the door and covering it with the blanket he’d normally only use for him at night. Despite the bird's clear displeasure of being put to bed early, showcased through his sad-sounding caws as the cage was locked, he left the cover on and returned to you on the couch, towering over you with half-lidded eyes and a beet-red face.

“Uh, could you get on my lap when I sit down?” He asked timidly, placing a hand on your shoulder.

You responded by nodding and sliding to the side, allowing him to sit while he dragged you onto his lap to straddle him.

Once again, it grew quiet. You were looking at anything but each other, the awkward tension making it difficult to keep eye contact. You were both used to intimate actions, but not intimate words, so anything you thought of saying fell short before it could leave your lips.

It felt like you were fumbling teenagers again, lacking experience and not knowing where to begin—although Eren was the only one of you who had any to begin with. The most you had under your belt was some awkward and sloppy kissing between you and your short-term ex-boyfriends from high school, but he didn’t know that.

“Since this is a game… Do I get anything if I win?” You asked first, trying to break the ice and guarantee at least something good would come out of this.

You watched the cogs turn in Eren’s head for a moment before he responded, trying to figure out how to word it so that you didn’t request anything unreasonable after his answer, “I guess you can have something… Just tell me what, as long as it doesn’t have anything to do with leaving.”

It only took you a minute to decide what you wanted, the idea popping into your head rather quickly when you thought about what he would actually be willing to give, “Can I go in your room?”

He sighed hearing your response, a cross glare in his eyes while he reluctantly acceded, “Fine, but only if you A, win, and B, give me until tomorrow to clean it.”

The excitement you had grew rapidly, but just as it peaked, it dissipated when you remembered what you would have to do to get your reward, and the fact that it wasn’t guaranteed in the first place. The small smile that’d grown on your face faded once you realized it, and then the pressure ramped up once again.

“So…” He finally began, a short pause holding him while his eyes drifted down to your chest, his hands landing on your hips where he rubbed small circles into them with his thumbs, “Where should we start?”

You were both anxious, but he was the only one trying to hide it. His hands were shaking, but he tried to mask it with subtle movements down your plush thighs. He wanted to touch you. He wanted to feel all of you and run his hands over your entire body—but he wanted to make sure you wanted it too. He needed you to want it too.

“Wherever you want,” you replied, too nervous to say much else. His hands felt like fire against your cold skin, the feeling of them gliding over your body making your cheeks boil.

His fingers grazed down to your knees and back up your body, stopping just below your chest to speak quietly, “I want to touch you everywhere though.”

It was obvious what he wanted to do, but was too nervous to do it. His brows scrunched together while he stared at your chest, sunken in thought. The sight almost had you giggling from how silly he looked like that, so deeply focused on your breasts. To try and urge him forward and get past both of your anxieties, you slowly intertwined your fingers with his, leading his hands up to grope you.

His eyes flicked up to you as he made contact with your chest again, his gaze relaxing and eyes lighting up as they stared into yours. You looked so pretty in your current position, sitting on his lap with your cute thighs squished against him, your hands covering his, and your gorgeous eyes shying away from his stare.

“Can I kiss you? Please?” He asked, leaning in so close that you could feel the heat radiating off of his crimson face while he squeezed you.

Letting out a small squeak from his grip, you decided to skip the verbal reply and gently pushed your lips against his, your noses bumping awkwardly because you were hesitant to do anything that could deepen the kiss further. Despite this, Eren missed the cue and tilted his head to the side, trying desperately to interlock your lips and part yours.

His groping grew rougher as he relaxed, fingers touching your nipples through the thin shirt you wore, the fabric barely shielding how hard they were growing. Your face was burning while he felt you up, sweat beading on your forehead when something stiff pressed against your crotch.

It was so warm. Everything about him was warm. His body, his demeanor, even his smell. It was all so warm compared to the cold you always felt. Even before he took you away, it was always cold. But he was so warm.

“Eren…” you mumbled into his lips, your pulse rising and your arms falling over his shoulders.

He pulled away for a moment, face still inches away from yours, “What is it?”

“You’re warm.”

You could feel him chuckle as you said it, responding with “So are you.”

He kissed you again, this time carefully pushing his tongue between your lips in a way that was less than forceful and moving one of his hands to the back of your neck to hold you there. His touch sent tingles up your spine, your body melting into his hands. It was like your integrity burned away when he was close, and you couldn’t help but crave more.

Eren’s other palm slipped under your shirt, sliding up your stomach and squeezing your bare breast before lifting the fabric further. Your body tensed again, suddenly growing anxious at the thought of him seeing your chest nude. It’s not like he hadn’t before, but it was only now that it felt so nerve-wracking. You couldn’t pinpoint why, but now the thought made your heart race.

When he finally pulled his face away from yours, giving you time to breathe, it was only so he could pull your shirt over your head and throw it aside. Following that, his mouth was back on yours and he was reaching for your chest again—but this time, you stopped him. You took your arms off his neck to cover yourself, anxiety pulsing at the thought of him looking at you more. You didn’t feel this way the other times you’d been nude around him, so why were you so nervous now? Everything was burning all of a sudden, and it almost made you feel sick.

“Hey, is something wrong?” Eren questioned in his sweetest voice, attempting to quell your sudden fear by backing off to cup your cheek, his other hand resting on your thigh. You tried to look him in the eyes, but your stomach sank when you met them. His irises were the brightest, most intimidating green that made your heart ache, you couldn’t stand to stare.

“I’m—I’m kind of scared.” You stammered, staring down at his hand while his thumb rubbed small circles into your skin.

His brows furrowed as he overthought what you said, “Just… all of a sudden? It wasn’t like this before, why now?”

He didn’t mean to seem angry, but his expression showed the opposite. So, feeling pressured with a slight tinge of fear in your eyes, you quietly apologized and began to uncover yourself, afraid of upsetting him and causing any harm that might get you sent back downstairs. He stopped you immediately, grabbing your wrists and holding them so your arms still covered you.

“Don’t apologize… It’s fine if you don’t want to.” He reassured, reaching to grab your shirt beside him on the couch, “I don’t want to do anything if you don’t want to.”

Sadness laced his tone, his expression matching it as he pulled the garment over your head. It wasn’t because you were hesitant to go further with him, you knew that, but your heart hurt to see him making such a face. So sad, even with the tiny smile on his lips that was meant to reassure you. It was more than just wanting to stay upstairs. You wanted to make him feel happy. Even if you felt guilty about how you would do it.

“No, no, Eren…” You stopped him from pulling the shirt down, pushing it back over your chest while you wiped your watering eyes with your other arm. “It’s—It’s not that. I'm just—I’m—So nervous.”

“What are you nervous about?” He asked, trying to avoid the temptation of looking at your now bare torso while he addressed the issue at hand.

“I don’t know,” you started, mentally going through the list of things that were making you anxious to find something to say other than the truth about the shame you felt, “This is just… a lot different than the last few times you’ve seen me naked. You’re so close so you’re going to see… everything.”

“I don’t care what they look like. The only thing I care about is that it’s you.” He grabbed your hands and squeezed them, cheeks blazing red as he leaned close to you to confess, “You’re perfect to me. So perfect.”

Your heart began to swell again, this time for a different reason.

He always made you feel so wanted, even before he took you away, his words like a warm blanket around your needy heart. It almost had you crawling into his hold, with no intention of ever leaving. No one ever praised you like he did, so maybe that’s why it had such a large effect on you. You were so susceptible to it that it was dangerous to your escape, constantly tiptoeing the line between enjoying the praise and falling face-first into Stockholm syndrome. It was a dangerous game you were playing, and without even realizing, you were losing.

“Can… you touch me again?” You asked quietly after letting his praise marinate in your head for a minute, prying your hands out of his to pull your shirt over your breasts again.

Shocked by your sudden switch-up, his eyes widened for a moment before he awkwardly nodded while placing his hands on your waist, finally letting his eyes trail down to your breasts.

Seeing them so close sent blood rushing not only to his face, but also down under, his already semi-hard on pushing uncomfortably against his pants. He wanted to brand them with his bites and kisses, cover them in his spit, and bruise them with hickeys to claim them as his. He was opposed to rushing you though, so all he could do was drag his hands up your torso until they finally cupped around your soft flesh, squeezing lightly just to confirm that he was really touching you and that it wasn’t just another wet dream.

You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to repeat his reassurances in your head while he fondled you. His normally cold hands were warm against your skin, squishing and playing with your chest and making your already hot body feel like it was burning.

He was pushing them together, bouncing them, and holding them in his palms. It was so embarrassing, but you were trying desperately to keep it together. When you finally brewed up enough confidence to pry your eyes open, you saw how happy he looked, as silly as it was, and it took everything inside of you not to let out a giggle that could’ve embarrassed him. You wanted him to keep enjoying himself, even if your face burned from the awkwardness of it.

But just as you were growing used his hands on you, he threw a question at you that hit like a brick to the face, draining every ounce of courage out of you in a split second, “Can I… suck on them?”

He was leaning towards your chest as he spoke, looking up at you with anticipating eyes that made another wave of intense heat flare through your face. You were barely getting used to his fondling, but to suck on them? You might faint. With no experience except your own fingers and numerous toys, you didn’t even know how sensitive your nipples could be. The thought of squirming around in his lap while he lapped so leisurely on your tits made you shiver. But at the same time, it also piqued your curiosity and made the warmth between your thighs grow. You couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like.

“Yeah. Sure. That’s—That’s fine. Just—be gentle, ok? No one’s ever done that to me before…” You replied with a shaking voice, brows pushed together with worry while you avoided eye contact.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” He asked rhetorically, hungry eyes still gazing up at you as he leaned towards your chest. He broke his stare to pull your shirt up and off again, cupping your breasts and latching onto one of your nipples like it was all he was born to do.

You winced in response, anxious to experience the feeling for the first time. Just having your sensitive bud in his mouth felt so different, so warm and wet—so when he took a long, slow lick, you couldn’t stop the whimper that left your throat.

He almost lost his composure right then when he heard that noise. It was amazing, like a slice of a heavenly melody he wanted to keep locked in his brain forever. He wanted more of those sounds. He needed more of them.

With your other breast cupped in his palm, he started to pinch and nudge the bud while he sucked softly on the one in his mouth. You were already letting out more quiet whines, holding the back of his head while your fingers tangled in his hair. You couldn’t even begin to explain the burning pleasure that rippled from your chest to your core or the throbbing ache that proliferated between your thighs. It felt so much better than you imagined, and as much as you didn’t want to admit it, Eren being the one to do it made your heart race.

Desperate to pry more sounds from you, his intensity rose by the minute, lips tugging on your nipple and fingers pinching the other. As more soft whines and moans spilled from your mouth, your spine arching to push your chest further into his face, he could feel the stiffness in his pants painfully begging to be freed. You sounded beautiful, he just wanted to throw you onto the couch and fuck you senseless while you cried out. Holding back from that was so hard, especially with all the cute noises you were making. He wanted to take you right here, but he knew he’d have to be patient if he didn’t want you to feel rushed or forced. He needed to be like a wolf stalking its deer. Slow, calculated, determined.

Pulling away from your mound, he looked at your swollen, spit-covered bud, smiling to himself with newfound confidence while moving to your other one. His possessive feelings were growing with each mark he left on you, every new blemish claiming another piece of your body for himself. Once he had all of you, god knows how he’d act.

He had one arm around you, pushing you closer to him to make it easier for him to swallow your chest while his hands groped your ass and felt up the wet spot between your legs, just barely tugging at the hem of your shorts when the opportunity arose. He was sucking hard, running his tongue diligently over the nipple and flicking it repeatedly to steal more moans from you. Every noise, every whimper, and every whine was just more motivation to him, fueling his excitement to keep touching you and eventually have you touch him. He almost couldn’t take it anymore, the bulge in his pants becoming increasingly painful the longer this went on.

It seemed he finally snapped after a few more minutes of vigorous sucking and quiet whimpers, grabbing your arms and forcing his face away from your chest after he heard you whisper out his name. As much as he wanted to continue the petting, he needed to have you now or he might just burst.

“Fuck whatever stupid idea I had for a game, I need you to touch me. I need you to touch me now, please.” Eren begged, sounding more desperate than you’d ever heard him before, almost growing teary-eyed at how pent-up he was becoming. His hips were roughly grinding into yours, praying for anything to rub against or release his tension. He was so frantic that you thought he might get on his knees and beg if you said no.

If you were being honest with yourself, you were curious. You wanted to know what he felt like and how he would react. You wanted to revel in the feeling of being desired so badly.

“You want me to touch you… that bad?” You asked, your voice quivering from the intense feeling rumbling through your body that you could only describe as heavy. Without Eren’s support, you would probably collapse into a hot mess on the couch.

Eren’s eyes grew wide as if you were spouting nonsense in a language he didn’t understand, “Of course I do! Why the hell do you think we’re here in the first place? I’ve never wanted anything so badly!”

His hands were shaking out of frustration, his grip strong enough to leave marks. Though, when the fear gleamed in your eyes and your muscles tensed up, he was quick to calm, loosening his hold and sliding his hands down to hold yours instead.

“I’m… I’m sorry, I’m just… so, so desperate. I want you so badly,” He apologized, looking down to avoid shameful eye contact with you, “I need you. Badly.”

You stared at him quietly for a moment, playing around with the ideas in your head before deciding through your lust-clouded judgment that you wanted him too. In the moment, you didn’t care if you would regret it later. You just wanted to touch him. You wanted to have control over him, if only for a little while.

For once, you were the one to make the first move, leaning forward and placing a soft kiss on his forehead while you reached your hand to his groin. His entire body stiffened as you put your hand on the tent in his pants, his cheeks flushing when he peeked up at you with that desperate look in his eyes.

“Please—Please be gentle. Don’t squeeze it too much, I don’t—know how much I can take…” He stuttered out as if the fabric holding his cock back hurt any less than you squeezing him too tightly would.

Nodding, you caressed him again, watching carefully as his eyes squeezed shut and he leaned back, uttering a soft moan from your hand on the underside of his cock. He was still tense, but you could see that he was enjoying your touch, so you carried on. Beginning gently, you cupped him through the thin fabric of his pajama pants and massaged your hand up and down his pulsing shaft, eventually moving to tug at the band around his waist to silently ask permission to free him from his confines.

Although you wanted to take it slow, you were also desperate to see and touch him without the barrier separating you; and it seemed like he was too. That much was evident when he didn’t bother to let you pull his pants or boxers down, ripping them off himself and leading your hand back to his freed shaft by your wrist.

Catching on quickly, you tightened your hand around him and eyed up his length, examining it while he went back to gasping at every little movement you made. He was a lot bigger than you expected him to be up close, not to mention how heavy he felt in your palm. Seeing all of the little things you hadn’t noticed previously, it looked so different too.

Veins crawled up from the bottom of his girth, stopping a few inches before reaching his head, and he was swollen and red at the tip, already leaking precum. His bush was well-trimmed, a tiny freckle at the base of it, and it curved upwards while it twitched in your hand. You never thought you’d see a dick that looked so… perfect. Just holding his weight in your hands had you clenching around nothing, the thought of it filling you up passing through your mind more than once.

You slowly moved your hand up, stopping with your thumb on the underside of where his head and shaft met. You’d read online about men being sensitive in that spot, and it appeared to be true by the way his breath hitched when you ghosted your digit over it. Curious, you pressed lightly and caressed the spot up and down, causing his hips to jolt unexpectedly while a louder gasp left his throat.

“Ohh my god. Oh my god.” He breathed out, pushing his elbows into the cushions behind him to grip the couch beneath his thighs more efficiently. He’d never felt this good, even with his other, more experienced flings in the past. Even with less skill and precision, you were just so much better.

You were you. His dream. Everything he’d ever wanted in life. That’s what you were. His most prized possession, his most important person. That alone made everything feel superior. Because it was you doing it.

Enjoying the erotic look on his face, you kept up your motions and continued to stroke the spot below his head, sending him into a frenzy of squirms and whimpers as he grew overstimulated just by the pad of your thumb. His hips bucked up, desperate to get more friction to tip him over the edge of his already approaching orgasm.

“Fuck—Fuck, you have no idea how good this feels.” He uttered under his breath, voice shaking as you rubbed even faster. His whimpers were high-pitched, turning into something more akin to whines as he neared the end; but just as he was reaching the hilt of his pleasure, you pulled your hand away, leaving him to cry and plead for your touch again.

Seeing him so desperate for it was such a change from his usual self. It was like the roles swapped, and now you were the one that had him wrapped around your finger. You never wanted it to end. You longed to keep what little control over him you had for as long as you could. Plus, he looked cute when he was the one tomato-faced and begging.

Leaning close, you kissed his jaw while he audibly sniffled, reaching up to put your hand behind his head and push it forward to kiss his forming tears away. He whimpered again, one hand clawing the couch while the other flew to your hip. You pecked his face, slowly trailing to his lips so you could kiss, fully entrapping him in the scheme forming in your head.

Your fingers wrapped around his shaft for a second time, shocking him into pulling away before you pushed your lips against his again, assertive about keeping his mouth against yours. He was already moaning into you, grip growing tight as you began moving your hand up and down his length.

He was practically melting underneath you, arms trembling as your hand worked his hardness, pumping it rapidly. His cries for you were only growing louder, turning into muffled chants about how close he was to finishing. You loved to hear it, but you knew you didn’t want it to end so soon.

Once again, you let go of him, moving off of his lap and taking a seat next to him on your knees while he whined about your second absence. However, his complaints ceased when he realized what you were doing, your head already moving closer to his length and your hand taking its place at the base of it.

“Wait, wait,” He panicked, trying to stop you, reaching forward to grab some of your hair and pull your head away, “Are—Are you sure you want to do that? It doesn’t taste as good as you might think.”

Your mouth changed from its open “O” into a pout, a frown taking over your features as he stopped you from finishing him off, “I know what I want, Eren. Please let me.”

With your familiar longing gaze piercing his, he was quick to give in and remove his hand from your head, thanking the lord that he held the motivation to wash himself regularly and make sure he was clean every time he interacted with you. Right now you wanted him almost as much as he wanted you, and if you were so certain about it then he wasn’t about to stop that. He needed to take his chance to savor it because god knows how long he’d wanted this and when he'd get another chance. You finally wanted him too, so it would be foolish to stop now.

“Just… don’t push yourself.” He muttered, running his hand down your back while you resumed what you were doing before.

You nodded with a quiet hum, placing a gentle kiss on the head and taking an experimental lick just below. Tracing the pad of your finger up and down his veins, you took in all of the little shudders you managed to coax out of him and began a trail of kisses down the underside of his length. The way he was almost pouting with embarrassment while his cheeks were such a deep shade of red was adorable, it just made you want more. You wondered if this was how he felt about you most of the time, so enamored that he couldn't think about anything other than your face.

Reaching the base with your pecks, his cock twitching every time you made contact, you stuck out your tongue and pressed it against him. Slowly and tediously, you dragged it back up to the top, leaving a trail of saliva in your wake while Eren bit back a whine. A few more frivolous kisses to the tip and you finally took him into your mouth, pushing your tongue against him while you lowered your head as much as you could without gagging.

Lifting your head, you peered up at him, studying his face while you tried to force more into your mouth, unable to fit more than a few inches before tears emerged in the corners of your eyes. He was so big, you could barely get anything in, but that didn’t seem to affect the amount of pleasure it gave him when you finally began bobbing your head. Eren was already turning into a mess again, but the second you started moving the hand on his shaft in rhythm with your mouth, he nearly broke down crying from the feeling.

Tracing shaky hearts on your back, he stared down at you, trying to burn the image he saw into his memory and lock it away for safekeeping. It was exhilarating to see you like this, so much so that he had to cover his mouth to prevent the moans that slipped out from growing too loud. He couldn’t handle it, especially after being edged twice, he was going to go crazy if you didn’t let him finish this time.

Holding himself still was the most difficult thing, especially when all he wanted to do was hammer into your throat like there was no tomorrow—but he didn’t want to make you choke on him. Not yet, at least. It felt too early to be that rough with you.

Being built up and denied satisfaction the last two times meant it wasn't long before the band was stretched again, dangerously close to breaking. The way your tongue pressed against the sensitive spot below his head, the way your fingers curled around him and stroked everything that didn’t fit in your mouth had him gasping for air. It was driving him up the wall, pushing him so close that he could feel himself at the very edge, nearly tumbling over it even if you weren’t the best at what you were doing.

When your eyes flicked up to meet his, watching his ruby-red and sweat-slicked face twisted with pleasure, he finally snapped. You watched his eyes squeeze shut as he threw his head back, crying out in whimpers as he lost control of his hips through his orgasm, repeatedly chanting “I love you” between swears.

You couldn’t help but gag as more than you could handle was shoved down your throat, eyes going wide as your mouth was coated with a bitter taste that made you wince. You had to pull away while he was still coming, coughing and gagging more at the feeling of his release in your throat while the rest spilled over your hand.

Eren was apologizing under his breath, still struggling through the pleasure of his climax—but you decided to push him the slightest bit further as revenge for making you choke, massaging your finger over the same spot you had earlier and sending a shock through his entire body again. You continued to touch him as you sat up, leaning into him with your head on his shoulder so you could feel the way he shook from the overstimulation.

“Please—Please, oh my god I can’t take it.” He cried, tears bordering his eyes as you teased him. Seeing that you didn’t want to go too overboard, you decided to give him mercy and let go, watching him go limp as his body finally relaxed. He was panting, covered in sweat like he’d just finished one of the intense basketball scrimmages you used to watch him do, even though he’d only gotten sucked off and pleasured. It was almost cute to you, mostly because it made it much more obvious how much of a hold you had on him, and you enjoyed it. You enjoyed being desired.

Following a few minutes of quiet, filled only with sounds of his panting and shuffling of you snuggling against his arm, he spoke up again through pants, slowly coming back into his normal headspace that was dedicated to caring for you, “Was… Was that okay? Are you doing okay?”

Your eyes half-lidded while you stared at him from his shoulder, you nodded with a smile spreading across your lips. The bliss of everything was still holding onto you, the giddy feeling that bubbled in your chest stemming from the moments prior. You just wanted to stay like this, cuddled up against him while you relaxed together in sweet silence, only broken occasionally by your back-and-forth comments about aftercare and gentle kisses to his collarbone.

When Eren finally decided to get up, still so delirious from the pleasure that he hadn’t even thought about how you were out of sight, it was only to grab a rag and some water from the kitchen. Then was back on the couch as quickly as he’d left, tidying you up and pulling you into his lap to cradle you. While you clung to him, burying your face into his neck, he leaned forward to grab your shirt from the floor, quickly pulling it over your head so you could get back to cuddling.

You were feeling oddly clingy, more so than before. You just wanted to stay in his arms, snuggled up to his warm body. It was the most at peace you’d felt since you’d been taken. It felt nice.

Suddenly pulling you out from your comfort, Eren pushed your face away from his neck, eliciting a whine from you as he grabbed the glass of ice water and brought it up to your lips, “Come on, you should drink. I know that I probably didn’t taste very good…”

Pouty about being pulled away, you snapped back playfully with a raised brow while pushing the glass away, “How would you know what you taste like?”

His face twisted in embarrassment, his brows furrowing as he stammered trying to explain himself, “Well, I don’t, but I’ve just—I’ve been told it doesn’t taste very good.”

You giggled at his response, “That doesn’t mean you don’t taste good to me,” even though it was true that he tasted rather foul.

Slightly flustered, Eren quickly tried to regain control of the conversation, feigning confidence while placing his hand on your nape to push your face close to his, “Well why don’t you let me have a taste for myself so I can see?”

“Mm, how am I supposed to do that?” You asked.

“Like this.” He replied, pushing his lips against yours and dipping his tongue into your mouth before pulling away just as quickly, leaving you stunned at his sudden shamelessness.

While you were still staring at him with your mouth slightly agape, he pushed the glass cup into your hands, forcing you to hold it as he guided it up to your mouth. Finally pulled out of your trance, you let out a small sigh and took a sip, the cool water finally washing away the bitter taste his release had left in your mouth.

“I guess I don’t taste that bad,” He started, which on its own almost caused you to spit out the water, only to be shocked again when he continued the statement, “Or maybe I was just tasting you.”

You nearly choked while trying to swallow, yelling out afterward and slapping his shoulder, “Eren!”

“Shh, shh, just come here so I can hold you again.” He cooed, taking the glass from you and pulling you against him, “My angel.”

Pressing kisses to your head, he smiled as you snuggled into him, nuzzling your nose into the crook of his neck while he pet your hair. With both of you relaxed, it was quiet once more, the two of you cuddled into each other as the silence surrounded you, leaving you both to your thoughts.

Eren was thinking about what you’d said, about what you wanted if you won his “game.” Even if you didn’t remember it in the moment, he would feel bad if he didn’t give it to you eventually. Not to mention, you were smart. You’d end up asking about it again at some point. He knew you would, and the thought of it made him anxious.

It’s not that he didn’t want you to go into his room, it was just that the things he had out would be deathly embarrassing for you to see. Once he got the chance to clean everything up, it would be fine for you to come in. If anything, he wanted you to stay in his room. He wanted to be able to trust you enough to sleep in his bed with him, to experience that kind of deep intimacy with you; but with everything you’d done recently, he still wasn’t sure about it. However, he did have a somewhat peculiar idea about what you could do to gain his trust—one that would get the authorities off of his back too if he played the cards right. Your reaction to the idea would tell him all he needed to know about how much he could trust you too. It was brilliant—at least to him, it was.

As if your minds were parallel to one another, you decided to speak up and ask about what’d been promised to you, “Hey… am I still gonna get my reward since I technically won that game you mentioned?”

“Funny you say that actually, I was just thinking about it,” he began his reply, tightening his arms around you so that you would be as flush against him, no space separating you, “And I thought about something else we could do that you might like a little more.”

Jumping to the conclusion that he was trying to back out of his past agreement, a frown formed on your face and you opened your mouth to scold him, only to be stopped with a finger pushed to your lips followed by his loud shushing.

“Shh! Just let me finish before you chew me out!” He hushed you, pressing kisses between your wrinkled brows until they relaxed, then continuing, “My idea wasn’t that different from yours. It’s pretty much the same. I’ll let you come into my room tomorrow, except I’ll also let you stay the night with me there.”

Again not allowing him to finish, you interrupted excitedly with a smile already taking over your face, “Really? In your bed? With you?”

Eren already spent many of his nights downstairs with you, but that wasn’t the same as sleeping with him in his bed. Sleeping in his room not only meant you were free from the unfriendly aura of the basement, but that you would have light when you woke up. You could wake up to the warm morning sun for the first time in a month. You’d missed it so much.

“Yes. With me.” He began again, clearing his throat and frowning at your repetitive habit of interrupting him, “But only under one condition.”

Taking note of his annoyance, you stayed quiet this time, eyeing him as a way of silently asking him to continue.

“You need to call the police department tomorrow morning and tell them you don't want to go home.”

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muekyn · 2 years ago

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obsessive!eren headcanons

a/n: i love obsessive!eren so i had to write some blurbs <3 just to be safe minors dni !! t/w: maybe potential yandere/weird behavior ? - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

literally head over heels for you. this man will do anything, and i mean anything, to make sure you're his.

though you two aren't "officially" dating, eren decided a long time ago that you're going to be with him. of course, he would never force it. he genuinely believes that with time, you'll be just as into him as he is into you.

he steals small things here and there from you. nothing big, nothing you would miss. just little trinkets of you, like lip balm or hair ties. anything that reminds him of you. for eren, it's like you're sharing a part of him with you.

constantly staring at you or making eye contact with you. even if you're on opposite sides of a room, that boy will be eyeing you down like his life depends on it. he wants to capture your beauty each and every second he gets.

lies awake at night just thinking about you, needing to be with you. it keeps him up most days. he's stepped out his front door a few times, determined to meet with you in the late hours of the night, though he always decides against it. he doesn't want to do anything that might make you afraid or uncomfortable with him. (at least not anything you would be aware of)

texts you 24/7. if eren's in a social setting that he wants to get out of, expect to hear your phone dinging with notifications. sometimes it's just complete gibberish, like keyboard smashes or random memes on his phone. but the fact that you spend your time talking to him makes him all giddy. he has the goofiest smile plastered on his face whenever he reads a text from you.

has threatened jean a few times for teasing him about you. one time jean had made an offhand comment about you (something flirtatious or insulting, eren can't even remember) that sent eren into a rage. the only reason eren didn't maul jean to shreds was due to armin taking him to another room and calming him down. eren didn't talk to jean for a few weeks afterwards.

is very stoic and emotionless around others. however, the second you walk into the room, he's all smiles. everyone has noticed by now and exclaims, "eren's sunshine is here!!" whenever you come to group gatherings. eren's all red in the face but you always just laugh it off, chalking it up to nothing.

this boy doesn't even try to hide his feelings. will actively sulk in the corner if he finds out you're going on a date or texting another guy. you tell yourself he acts this way since he's your friend and is just looking out for you. maybe the guy you're texting actually is an asshole?

will literally find anything in order to convince you not to go on dates. he will insult your date's appearance, make up lies about them, say they're already dating someone, you name it. sometimes he will literally greet the guy that you're supposed to go on a date with, which throws of them off alot. though you won't admit it, eren has ruined alot of dates for you. (if only you could see you should be going out with him)

gives you way too many gifts. it's to the point where you feel bad every time he gets you something, simply because you don't know how to make it up to him. (you could totally just kiss him and that would be enough) if you mentioned something that would be cool to have, expect eren to find a way to get his hands on it in the next week or so. he just can't help himself when he sees your cute excited smile!

super touchy, though he never outright just touches you. he does it in super inconspicuous ways. if you're sitting down, he insists on sitting next to you so that his legs can be touching yours. if you're walking by him, he'll intentionally get a little bit closer so he can feel you graze against him.

one time he got very drunk and cuddled you for hours. he refused to let anyone move him away from you. he was rambling on and on about something involving the two of you, though you couldn't quite understand what exactly he was saying. when you told him you didn't understand, he simply smiled and graced your forehead with a light peck. you could feel yourself tingle with embarrassment, but before you could say anything to him, he passed out. you think about that night still.

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yourlocaltrashcan657 · 9 months ago

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Mental Hospital AU! Yandere! Attack on Titan x Female Reader.

Chapter 1- Meeting Eren

Y/N walked beside Erwin listening to him as he talked about how the patients could be dangerous at times and how Y/N should be careful.

Making their way to the first cell, Y/N looked at the outside of the room. It had a a metal door that was only opened by the swipe of her land yard. Opening the door she walked in to see a room of white.

The desk was hammered down to prevent any self harm along with the chair. The bed was small and the blanket was sewed down to prevent choking yourself.

"I'll be waiting outside so you can see Eren for yourself." Erwin said leaning against the wall, allowing Y/N to head in.

Y/N looked around to see a boy sat in the corner, huddled up with an annoyed look on his face as he looked up at her but quickly looked down, covering his face with his arms.

"Hello!" Y/N said before making her way to him and crouched beside him at a safe distance. "I'm Y/N L/N and I'll be your permanent doctor. I'd like to get to know you Eren."

"Go away." Was all he said not looking up to speak to her at all.

"Cmon. Can't you tell me a bit about yourself? I'm new around here and I'd really like to know you. Your actually my first patient that I've talked to so it'd be a real bummer if you want to shut yourself out." Y/N said.

"What.. do you want to know?" He asked reluctantly still not looking up.

"Anything! Your family, friends, hobbies."

"My mom and dad.. they're dead." He muttered. "I have a stepsister and she visits me every week.. Armin is my only friend I guess."

"Eren.? I'm sorry if it brought you any past memories back." you said before rubbing his back, causing him to flinch a bit. "I won't hurt you. I just want to help you."

"T-thanks I guess."

"I'd love to talk with you more but I'm on a tight schedule and I have to meet some of my other patients. I'm glad you and I talked. Though I wish I could've seen your face properly." Y/N said brushing his bangs out of his eyes.

She got up and said her goodbyes not realising that the second he left, Eren released himself from his hunched up position and was blazing red. He was breathing heavily.

Never had he ever think he’d meet his soon to be Girlfriend. He blamed himself for pushing you away instead of talking and getting to know more about this woman who genuinely cared for him.

He knew he would see you again. He'd be prepared.

#yandere erwin smith #yandere jean kirstein #aot x y/n #yandere reiner #yandere jean #yandere levi #yandere erwin #yandere aot #yandere eren yeager #yandere armin #yandere connie springer #sasha braus #ymir #christa lenz #yandere bertolt #yandere shingeki no kyojin #yandere aot x reader

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lotus-n-l0ve · 1 year ago

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YOU WERE MINE, ARE MINE & WILL BE MINE

— Yandere!Eren Yeager x Female Reader

*⁠.⁠✧ SYNOPSIS : Your boyfriend Eren is no longer the sweet and caring man you once knew.

*⁠.⁠✧ WARNINGS & TAGS : Au, dark!eren, possesive!eren, yandere!eren, non-con, sexual assault, kidnapping, abuse, physical abuse, beating, yandere theme,1.8k words.

*⁠.⁠✧ — NAVIGATION // ATTACK ON TITAN MASTERLIST

DO NOT PRESS [READ MORE] IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE. MINORS DNI, IF YOU DO THEN IT'S YOUR OWN RESPONSIBILITY.

Eren Yeager, Your boyfriend was not the same sweet and caring man you had met years ago. You met Eren through a mutual friend, Armin Alert, at a party. While he was the captain of Tokyo High's football team, you were an average student with only two close friends.

Though both your lives were polar opposite of each other, you two instantly it. By the end of the night you were parting away with each other's phone number and an already fixed date.

On your first date he brought you to a beautiful cafe on the outskirts. He told you occasionally visited the place. It was like a dream. He was the boyfriend every girl asks for. He would take you out on dates, buy flowers and gifts for you.

Always noticed every little thing about you. He knew things about you that even you didn't. He was always so affectionate to you. At first you were flattered that he was giving your relationship so much attention and love. But soon things turned really creepy.

He started to get more possesive over time. Someone stared at you too long. You stayed out too long outside. You should not be out that long. Why did a stranger ask you for directions? Why does your classmate sit so close to you?

In the beginning he would doubt others' intentions. He would say they have ulterior motives to harm you, harm your relationship. But soon he started doubting you too. The distance from your college to home is 19 minutes but why did you take 24 minutes? What did you do in that extra time?

Those doubts created cracks in your once beautiful relationship. Fighting became more frequent. From him saying shit about others to questioning your characters. Until everything went too far.

"Eren, Toru was just a classmate asking for notes." You shouted at the man standing in front of you.

"A classmate or the guy you keep on cheating on me with?" Eren glared back at you, qually angry.

"You know what? I'm done with your bullshit. Always accusing me of cheating. I'm leaving. Bye."

As those words left your mouth, the temperature of the room dropped. In a blink of an eye Eren was in front of you, breathing down your face. His hand clutching your jaw. He had never been much scarier.

"What did you just say?" He gritted out, "Leave me? You will leave me?"

"Eren let me go. You are hurting me." You tried to push him off of you but he ignored your pleas, "When did you get so bold huh? Is it that guy you are cheating on me with is giving you all this courage? I need to put you in your place before you decide to do something stupid and try to leave me."

He mumbled the last part before he threw you on the floor. You yelled when your head hit the marbled ground. Before you know it Eren was holding the standing lamp over his head and bringing it down on your left ankle with his full strength. He did that repeatedly ignoring when cry and scream in pain and beg him to stop, only mumbling —

"You need to know your place."

"How will you leave me when you won't even be able to walk?"

"That classmate of yours is trying to break us apart baby."

"I won't let him do that."

"I'm doing this for us."

"If you can't walk, you won't leave me. You can't leave me. I won't let you."

He hit you till your ankle broke. The pain was so immense that you wanted to faint and you did just that. The last thing you remember is Eren taking you in his arms and whispering how much he loves you.

The next time you woke up to the sound of various chirping of birds. Weird. Because the part of the city you live in doesn't have many of them because of all the pollution. You blinked your eyes open. A wooden ceiling coming in your view. But your bedroom's ceilings are white and definitely not made of wood.

Confused, you sat up on the bed when you felt agonising pain in your left leg. It was bandaged up in a cast. You sat up straight as the horrendous memory of Eren beating you like a beast came back.

What happened after you passed out? Where was Eren? And most importantly where were you?

Quickly you got down from the bed and limped to the window. You gasp as you push the blinds away. In front of you, you could only see trees in your view. Your heart filled up with worry and you felt nauseous.

Your body stiffened when the bedroom door opened and someone walked in, "Oh! You are up, love?"

He sounded surprised and just like the man when you had started dating years ago. You turned to face him.

"What the fuck is this? And where am I?" You snapped.

"Calm down love. Why are you getting all angry?" He talked as if nothing had happened, "Come sit on the bed. Your ankle is injured and needs rest."

He walked up to you and tried to hold your hand but you jerked his hand off of you, "Stop playing Eren."

"Listen love—" He tried to calm you down but you cut off his words, "Don't listen love me. You are accused me of cheating, you always fight with me and now you broke my fucking leg, Eren. I want to go back home. I don't want to be with you. I want to fucking leave."

"Why the fuck are you always talking about leaving me?" Eren sneered as he fisted your hair, making you yelp, "It's all because of him right? Don't worry. By the time I'm done, the only thing you would think about is me."

He pushed you back on the bed and hovered over you. That day for the first time you hated the feeling of his hand on you. The room echoed with your begging to be released and cry for help. But Eren didn't stop. He ripped off your clothes and laid you bare on the bed. Marked your body with red, purple bruises and the bites of his teeth.

He violated you, torn you apart, from inside and outside. After what felt like painful days but were really hours he stop. By that time you were numb, exhausted and unconscious.

Since then your days in hell started. You could not move for almost a week. That time he was all affectionate and caring towards you but you couldn't wouldn't trust him anymore. Not after what he had done to you. When you finally gained the energy to move you tried to escape.

Eren was out that day like you have observed the last few days and would not return till evening. You had plenty of time to get out of there. You somehow pulled yourself up and sat on the bed. Throwing off the blanket off you stumbled up, your left leg hanging in there air.

You lumped around the bed and opened the door. Looking both sides of the hallway, when you were sure there was no one, you decided to go to the right. The hallway was long and dimmed. At the end of the hallway you found stairs going down. The stairs led you to the living room. You could see the front door.

On checking you found the door unlocked so without any wait you ran out of the house and into the woods. All this while unaware of a certain pair of green eyes following your every movement through the many CCTV cameras installed in the house and as well as throughout the forest.

Eren snickered seeing your tiny figure running through the forest, trying to find your way out. He knew you would try to run away but poor you, you didn't know that you were so deep into the forest that there was not a single human being in 90 kilometres of radiation.

"I'm not that heartless. I will let you enjoy your freedom. For now." Eren muttered before averting his eyes to the bloodied whimpering figure tied to the chair, "Now, where were we, Toru?"

You ran and ran with your broken ankle as much as you could but you felt trapped. Wherever you see, there were only tall similar looking trees. You don't know how long it was before you stopped under a tree to rest. You leaned back on the tree, chest heaving up and down. The sun was already setting. Soon it was night and you didn't know what kind of wild animals were roaming around here.

Fear creeped in your heart. Was running away without any plan a bad idea? You wondered. But you could not stay there either. No with him. You didn't know what he would do. The sudden sound of leaves rustling startled you, followed by the sound of footsteps.

"Y/N." He dragged you name, making you still, "Where are you?"

You slapped your palm over your mouth and stopped breathing to not make any noise.

"I know you are here."

"Come on. Come out already." He whined.

"Oh! I understand. We are playing hide and seek." He giggled as he stopped walking, "But you forgot something, love. You always get caught."

Your eyes widened and your heart stopped. He................He was standing behind you. You hasitentaly turned your head back. Your body was shaking as you lifted your eyes to meet his lunatic ones. His eyes were shaking, unfocused while his lips were curled up in a maniac smile.

You screamed as you got up and started running away with tears rolling down your eyes.

Eren's eyes followed as he snorted. You never understand do you?

"By the end of the night you truly will forget the word runaway."

Your vision was blurry but you didn't care. You had to get away from there. Away from him as soon as possible. His mad face flashed in your mind making you quiver. You could not recognise him anymore. He was not your Eren. Your Eren never scared you but-but you were scared of him.

Fast stomps followed you whichever turn you took. It was catching up on you. Suddenly your broken leg stepped on a branch and you fell on your face. Your head hit the solid ground. The lack of oxygen was making you dizzy as you slipped in and out of consciousness.

Eren walked up to you and crouched down beside you before picking you up in his arms. He started walking back to the wooden house with you in his arm—

Don't worry Y/N. I'll never let you go. You were mine, are mine and will be mine. That classmate who tried to separate us is already dead.

All the rights and credits of the characters, gifs, songs and pictures used here belongs to their rightful owners.

#eren jeager x reader #eren x you #eren x reader #eren yeager #eren jaeger #eren aot #yandere!eren yeager #dark!eren yeager #aot x reader #aot x female reader #eren x fem!reader #eren x y/n #eren yeager imagines #lotus writes #attack on titan x you #attack on titan x reader #attack on titan #attack on titan imagines

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iwriteloveletters · 7 months ago

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My God (Eren x Cult leader! Reader)

You were more than then the preacher of his beloved 'community'.

You were God to him, you were the one he got on his knees for. He wept while he did so and those around him thought your words about Goddess Ymir touched him so much, you had to have been one of a kind.

But he wept because his love was no longer for Ymir but for you.

He would remain on his knees till they were stiff and bruised if it meant you'd praise him, and you certainly did.

You sat him on your bed and pressed kisses on his knees, he believed your 'love' alone is what cured his injuries and illnesses.

He saw hope within you and hope you gave.

He believed in your power so much that he convinced his peers and family to see you preach about Ymirs love that was simply yours but repurposed. He knew that but no one else did and that made you feel special, you truly were special.

You really did fix Eren Jaeger, or did you make him worse?

I wrote this to Oxytocin by Billie Eilish btw

#attack on titan #eren yeager #eren x reader #yandere eren x reader #yandere #tw yandere #self shipping #self insert #self insert x canon #canon x self insert #eren jaeger #eren jaeger x reader #eren jaeger x you #eren jaeger x y/n

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stuckinthesun · 2 years ago

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hi i love ur work! can you make yandere eren headcanons :)

Thank you sm & I sure can!!<3

Yandere!Eren Jeager Headcanons

Fem!Reader

Warning for extremely dark content - Self mutilation

He’s very confused at first as to why he’s obsessed with something other than titans for the first time in literally ever

But once he excepts it?? You’re fucked

At first he kinda acts like Mikasa

He’s always at your side, refusing to let you do anything dangerous, weirdly obsessive and possessive about you

But it quickly turns into something… more

Suddenly your friends won’t talk to you anymore, completely avoiding you whenever they see you

Some of your undergarments have gone missing, showing up again a few days later like nothing happened

It quickly starts to get scary

One day you found a necklace of human teeth sitting on your pillow

You screamed and immediately got the commander, but after an investigation nothing was found

No dead bodies with missing teeth

No soldiers with missing teeth

Nothing

So the necklace was disposed of and the matter was forgotten

Well by everyone except you and your closest friend Eren

But soon the pieces started to come together

Eren

Eren was a titan shifter that could heal

He could even grow back teeth

You confronted him about it and he confessed saying

“I love you, and I just wanted you to have a part of me with you.”

…so🧍‍♀️

#eren jeager x reader #eren yeager x reader #eren x reader #eren yeager x y/n #eren yeager #eren jeager x you #eren yeager x you #eren jeager #eren x y/n #yandere!eren jeager #yandere!eren yeager #eren yaeger headcanons #eren jeager headcanons

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yandereaffections · 2 years ago

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Attack on Titan Masterlist

Levi Ackerman

Levi Ackerman HC

Running away

Levi reacting to a drunk touching you

Your Pregnancy

Being a Doctor/Medic

Almost getting killed

Vampire! Levi meeting his mate

S/o transported to the AOT dimension

S/o has a Bad relationship with their parents

Insomniac S/o takes him on a midnight date

S/o who is just as skilled in fighting

S/o whos a traitor like Reiner and Bert

Maladaptive Daydreaming reader getting stuck in their head

Soft Headcannons

Kidnapping S/o

Polar opposite giddy S/o

S/o has amnesia

S/o who gets lost in books a lot

Darling that has Alexithymia

Eren Yeager

Eren Yeager HC

Love at first sight

Injured S/o protecting him

S/o whose ready to fight against him

Avoiding Eren

Naive & innocent S/o

S/o Flinches at physical touch

S/o runs to him panicked in the middle of the night

S/o that likes to host parties

Napping S/o sighing out someone else's name

S/o failing a escape attempt wanting to make negotiations

S/o escaping in a crowded place

S/o who loves but is scared of horror movies

Cinderella-esque situation

“I should’ve done this sooner. It’s what you deserve for being such a fucking brat.”

“I’ll admit, that was a good hit. But now you’re gonna pay.”

Spy S/o developing genuine feelings towards him

Hunted Down

s/o found out they were a supernatural being and then ran in fear

S/o wanting to protect him during The Purge

Wearing earplugs to avoid his siren calls

Halloween date

Weak swimmer s/o being pushed into the lake by their ‘friends’

Big Sister reader

S4 Eren Yandere Alphabet C,D,F,H,Y

Mikasa Ackerman

S/os a Marely Solider

Sasha Braus

Life threatening situation

Levi Ackerman

Realizing he loves his fuckbuddy

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s-sugustar · 1 year ago

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﹒⪩⪨﹒➼ Reiner Braun !

pervy boyfriend!reiner

﹒⪩⪨﹒➼ Zeke Yeager !

Nothing as yet.

﹒⪩⪨﹒➼ Connie Springer !

Nothing as yet

﹒⪩⪨﹒➼ Jean Kirstein !

Nothing as yet

﹒⪩⪨﹒➼ Erwin Smith !

Nothing as yet

﹒⪩⪨﹒➼ Onyankopon !

Nothing as yet

﹒⪩⪨﹒➼ Levi Ackerman !

Nothing as yet

﹒⪩⪨﹒➼ Eren Yeager !

You could never be happy

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cassayeee · 1 year ago

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WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE SCARY MOVIE?

warnings: yandere tendencies, mentions of death and murder, slight nsfw, mentions of knifeplay and carving

ghostface!eren who really, truly, never meant for you to find out about his other, more... sadistic persona, but just couldn't help himself. you just looked so weak and fragile and just begged to have him slip into your apartment and make sure that his other accomplice kept away and understood that you were utterly off limits to any violent excursions outside his bedroom. and how much easier that was when he could strip off the mask and lay himself bare to you, killer and all.

ghostface!eren who couldn't promise that he'd keep his murderous hands off your friends, he did have an itch that could only be satisfied with a tinge of red and those lovely melodic screams that had his eyes rolling into the back of his head. and how much sweeter the taste of death was when he could taste it off the tears running down your cheeks. but don't worry your pretty little head, he would never kill you. who else would he ever find in this eternally dull world that would give him as much excitement as snuffing out the light from someone's eyes? you were never leaving his side, and he would make damn sure of that. besides, he's obviously not above murdering someone if that meant you would always be his.

ghostface!eren who can't help but cut you out of that sultry little black dress when you made your way back to his apartment after a rather normal date at some fancy restaurant that he can't even remember the name of now. he'd been salivating for hours with no thoughts of that overpriced meal on his mind. all he could think about was getting you out of that damned dress and making you squirm beneath him with his knife pressed carefully against your throat. and the whimper that escaped his throat when you moaned his name and asked him to carve his initials into your upper thigh? irrevocably sinful, born from the unholiest desires. who was he to deny you such a request?

ghostface!eren who took the utmost pleasure in hacking up that stupid fucker who dared to touch you at some dumbass party you wanted to go to. that stupid fucker who thought your firm "no" and pleas to stop were nothing more than teases and invitations to pursue you further. that stupid fucker who really thought there'd be no consequences to his actions. good thing your personal angel of death was quick to take care of that stupid fucker for you.

ghostface!eren who was completely enraptured by you. there was no other being on the planet that had him quite so shaken as you did. when he first realized his obsession, he almost killed you to rid himself of the distraction. but, as he looked at you through the fluttering curtains of your living room windows, he'd soon understood that he would rather gut himself than be the one to see to your demise. everyone else? yeah. everyone else was fair game.

a/n: my ghostface phase has returned (for its regularly scheduled appearance every damn month) and what better way to handle it than force it upon the number one on my simp list?

(this also may just be an excuse to write yandere eren, whoops)

#eren x reader #eren yeager #yandere eren #eren x y/n #eren aot #snk eren #attack on titan #ghostface eren #ghostface eren x reader #ghostface #scream #it's the merging of my mental hyperfixations #i'd really love to have ghostface eren carve his initials into me sorry not sorry #it's mental illness innit

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yandereshingeki · 2 years ago

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Yandere! Eren x you!

(7 skin color variations, 1 vers w/out the harsh shading just so u can see his muscles better lol and 1 ver w just lineart)

#tw: yandere themes #tw: yandere #ch:erenj #forest draws #yandere eren x you #yandere eren yeager #eren jaeger x you #yandere eren jaeger #yandere eren #eren x you #eren jaeger art #eren jaeger fanart #eren x y/n #eren jaeger x y/n #eren yeager x y/n

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muekyn · 1 year ago

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can i request eren acting a little crazy? like telling you he loves you so much he won't *ever* let you leave him in a serious tone but you think he's just messing around, being cute (totally unaware of how crazy he can be)

your work is really nice btw, i reallllly like how you write eren <3

a/n: hi hi! thank you so much for your patience, i absolutely loved writing this <3 anything with obsessive/unhinged eren has me at my mercy... and thank you for your kind words aaa im so happy you enjoy my writing! seriously, it means alot! content: pre-established relationship, yandere themes? (more like obsessive), fluff, one teeny tiny mention of death word count: 1.1k - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

intense, possessive, enthralling.

that’s the best way to describe eren’s love. he loves fully, he loves completely. he loves until there’s nothing left in his essence, until his bones are withered away, his eyes are dull and tired, and his heart no longer beats.

and he loves you. undeniably so.

eren makes it known to you, every second you two are together. whether that’s a small squeeze of your shoulders, or pressing his lips against your forehead, little acts of affection are thrown your way, very often.

and although he’s undoubtedly sweet with you, he’s colder to others. a bit more hostile. with a piercing toxicity in his voice, and a deeply seeded fire in his gaze, eren does whatever he can to ward off any “threats”.

but in eren’s eyes, everyone’s a threat. no one can be trusted. you’re just too sweet. too sweet for eren to let you out of his sight. too sweet for eren to ever let you go.

you’re such a good person to him. he cherishes that endlessly.

you’re so good. in eren’s eyes, your affection and care for him was something that had to be protected. at any cost.

anyone who dared to disrupt that, even slightly, would pay dearly.

after a particularly nasty week, eren felt himself getting irritable. anxious, even. a few men actually had the nerve to approach you. there was even one bastard that tried to ask you out on a date. all week, there were people staring at you, people talking to you, people flirting with you. in fact, the one filthy rat who asked you out even decided to touch you. just a simple hand on your shoulder, but it was enough.

it was enough to send eren into a state of fuming panic. endlessly, he replayed the scenarios from this week in his mind. whenever he thought back on it, punching the guy who touched you didn’t seem like enough of a punishment.

…what exactly were you doing to him? can’t you see how much he loves you, cares about you, wants to protect you?

was this your intentions? to leave eren scared, threatened, and so violently angry?

the feeling of uncertainty weighed on him, it ate away at him. you needed to be his. undoubtedly. forever.

as the two of you spent time at eren’s place, both of you attempting to relax in his room, he felt his restlessness and anxiety skyrocket.

you sit at the small desk in eren’s room while you halfheartedly tear apart an outrageously expensive piece of bread. eren is sitting a little way away from you, resting himself on the edge of his bed.

“-you know, i’ll never understand why that lady sells her bread for so much more than everybody else,” you say. “it’s not even that good.”

“mmh,” eren simply grunts out, his mind evidently not focused on the casual conversation at hand.

“…you feeling alright, ren?” you hum at him, looking at him from the corner of your eye. “is my bread talk boring you?”

“it’s not that,” eren responds. “i just…”

he goes silent for a moment.

the utterly obsessive feelings eren had, combined with the events from this week, made him slip. just a little.

“…i’m never going to let you go. ever. you’re mine…“ eren trails off. “you’ll always be mine. i know we’re meant to be together.”

“…oh? is that so?” you smile at him, a little giggle falling from your lips. “where is this coming from, hm?”

“i just don’t want to lose you,” eren says, his eyes locked onto you. “you matter to me, more than anything.”

you give him a cute smile, tilting your body so that you’re facing eren.

“aw, that’s sweet of you…” you say, evidently delighted by his words. “you’re important to me too eren.”

“i hope so,” eren murmurs. “…fuck. i’d do anything for you.”

“anything, huh?” you chirp up.

“anything,” eren breathes. “…i’d burn the world for you, you know.”

“well, i hope you don’t do that… i live there,” you say with a small laugh, trying to lighten the mood.

“i really mean it…” eren replies.

a deep sigh leaves eren’s lips before he continues his sentence. “there’s nothing i wouldn’t do for you. honestly, i feel like i could kill someone for you.”

“oh- let’s not go that far…” you trail off.

“i mean- i just... i can’t stop thinking about you… i can’t stop looking at you… fuck- you just really mean a lot to me. i don’t want you to ever leave me…”

he stares at the ground, his eyes locked onto the wooden floor.

“…i’m not going to leave you, ren… ever,” you softly reply, setting your torn bread down.

hastily getting up from your chair, you make your way over to eren. as you take a seat on his plush bed, eren’s attention drifts from the paneled floor to your beautiful irises. once he catches himself looking at you, it’s hard for him to look away. it feels impossible to look away.

eren mumbles. “i wouldn’t be able to handle it. i don’t think i could see you with another person, ever. god… like that guy from earlier. he pisses me off.”

“eren…” you sigh softly.

“fuck- what a piece of shit. no one should be flirting with you,” he spits out, clearly working himself up at this point. “only me. it should only be me. i don’t want anyone even looking at you in that way. just the thought alone makes me want to-“

“ah- i get it, i get it,” you say, taking his hands in yours.

a reassuring smile flashes across your face, trying to deescalate eren’s creeping anger. gently, you give his palms a squeeze. “like i said eren, nothing is going to happen. you’re all i want, all i need. please, don’t worry.”

the tension that was previously evident in eren’s hands starts to ease. the look on his face is calmer, more relaxed.

“god- i’m sorry. i just really love you,” eren breathes to you. “you’re too good to me…i don’t know how i deserve you.”

“oh, don’t say that,” you say, comfort coaxing your voice. “…i love you too, though. just try your best to remember that, okay?”

a slow nod comes from eren. you lean into him, nuzzling your nose into the crook of his neck. letting go of his hands, you trail your fingers up his forearms, your digits caressing his skin as you wrap your arms around him. your hug is soft and gentle, almost hesitant. there’s a fluttering in eren’s chest, a vibrancy quite literally making him glow as you embrace him.

eren lets a small smile crack through his lips. vulnerability is still undeniably scrawled on his expression. it always is. ultimately, he just wants more of you, more experiences of you, more time with you.

but for now, just hearing your sweet, songlike voice tell eren that you love him, is enough. just feeling your supple skin shyly brush against him, is enough.

everything about you, was enough.

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yourlocaltrashcan657 · 8 months ago

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Rich CEO

Yandere! Erwin Smith x Female Reader Modern AU

Working for a big company wasn’t as stressing as it seemed. Y/N had the smarts, skills and knowledge for anything really and that’s what made her a great worker. That is of course if she was a proper worker, she had been an intern for so long along with her three friends Armin, Mikasa and Eren.

Even Armin had the smarts and skills just like her but in a massive company, not a lot of people are going to be so impressed or interested in interns. Mikasa could work quite well and completed any tasks set whereas Eren was.. questionable.

Still, being friends from the very start of their lives meant that they wouldn’t have any sort of struggle to stay close to one another. And like any other morning, the 4 friends left their apartment to go to their shitty job.

Walking to the massive building, the group had talked amongst themselves and laughed at a couple of jokes until a Rolls Royce had drove past.

”Damn, look at that car!” Eren exclaimed as it stopped at the traffic light. “Why do all the rich people get such good stuff, and we have to walk to work?”

”Eren calm down. As much as we want a cool car, I guess we just have to wait until we’re rich like that.” Y/N said.

”And how the hell are we supposed to do that when we’re still crappy interns?” Eren asked as he watched the Rolls Royce drive off.

”I don’t know, but I think walking to work for 15 minutes won’t kill you, Eren.” Mikasa muttered.

Reaching the building, the group saw the Rolls Royce at the front of the building. Out came a very wealthy man. He had blonde hair which was neatly combed, blue eyes and was extremely tall. He was basically the more advanced version of Armin.

”Woah.” Eren mumbled as he walked in after the business man, not wanting to tumble or fall over in front of him. Making their way to their offices, Y/N set down her stuff and walked over to the files and began working with Armin.

”That guys looked like you Armin, only a bit different.” Y/N said.

”A bit different.? You must be trying to be nice Y/N, he looks way more different.” Armin chuckled as he began writing information and details.

“It’s alright Armin, you have things that most people don’t. If we’re talking about looks.. you might want a haircut. You look like a girl.” Y/N mumbled.

”Huh?!” Armin exclaimed. Eren and Mikasa soon came after them and began talking to each other, knowing they wouldn’t get in trouble from actual workers.

”Y’know Y/N, you’re really pretty. I don’t know how a guy just hasn’t hit on you yet.” Eren randomly said.

”Eren that was so random!” Y/N laughed out. “And thanks for the compliment.”

”The reason no one’s hit on her is because Mikasa just wouldn’t allow it.” Armin explained.

”Huh?!” Y/N exclaimed as she turned to look at Mikasa in shock.

”Remember Jean? He didn’t get a chance to take you on a date because during her goth phase, Mikasa threatened to perform a ritual to possess him if he did.” Armin said before writing in his journal.

”Jean too?! I thought Reiner was the only one..” Eren mumbled.

”How many guys did you threaten Mikasa?!” Y/N asked as she looked at the quiet girl.

”I don’t remember.. 26?” Mikasa shyly muttered, shocking the trio in front of her. This was the groups average conversation.

”Hey interns.” A worker said, getting the groups attention. “One of you give this important file to the CEO’s assistant.”

”The CEO?!” Eren exclaimed.

”Not you, you’re too loud. Hey, pretty girl, you go do it.” The guy said as he handed her the file. “Don’t mess up, alright?”

”Okay.” Y/N said as she walked off. Pressing the elevator button, Y/N went to the top floor and walked over to the assistants desk.

”Can I help you?” The slightly old lady asked.

”I’ve been told to give this to you, I’m not sure what it is but it was given by someone called Eld.” Y/N said as she handed her the file.

”Thank you. You’re an intern I see. Would you like anything? I have some mints and sweets for you.” The lady said as she pushed forward the bowl. “Here take some, whilst I hand this to the CEO.”

”O-Okay.” Y/N stuttered out as she grabbed herself a mint and popped it into her mouth. The lady walked in to the much bigger office and handed the file before muttering something to her boss.

Glancing at the inside of the office, Y/N met eyes with the same blue ones that she saw not too long ago. That same wealthy looking man was her CEO. Erwin Smith. The assistant quickly rushed back and closed the door behind her and smiled at Y/N.

“Sorry about that. Is there anything else?” The lady asked.

”No that’s it.. thank you for the mint.” Y/N said before leaving and going to the elevator. Reaching her office, Y/N began to work on whatever task she was given and occasionally talked to her friends. Finally, their shifts came to an end and the group had walked out of the building together.

”Hey Eren, you remember that guy that came out of the Rolls Royce?” Y/N asked.

”Yeah. what about him?” Eren asked as he looked at her, curious.

”He’s the CEO of the company.” Y/N said, making the group go shocked. “I had to give that file and when I did I saw him in his office.”

”Did you get to meet him? What was he like?” Armin asked.

”Oh I didn’t get to meet him but I saw him. I think he saw me too..” Y/N mumbled as she thought back to the moment.

Reaching the apartment, Y/N and Mikasa walked into their shared bedroom and got changed into casual clothes before going to the living room where Eren and Armin were sat in. Talking amongst themselves, they soon made themselves food and went for bed.

Erwin Smith. As everyone knew, he stayed later than anyone in the company. He had to think of the company’s future and the general business so of course he had to stay late. Right? Well not this time. After laying eyes on that woman, he just had to get to know her.

Going through the files, he found hers. Y/N L/N, she wasn’t a worker but an intern. Had necessary skills and experience for the workplace and was extremely knowledgeable in academic fields. Looks were amazing. Her (e/c) and (h/c) were exactly what Erwin wanted and with those remarkable features, it amazed him how such a wonderful woman could ever exist.

How to get her close to him without raising suspicion would be tricky. And who was he to judge based on appearance and grades? Surely he had to see her work and her general behaviour towards others. But he knew it would all fall into plan.

“Eren! Get your lazy ass up, we’re going to be late for work!” Y/N said as she pulled the blanket off the sleeping boy.

“Ugghh it’s only an internship.” Eren mumbled before falling of the bed. “Agh!”

They all got ready on time and left the building just in time. The same Rolls Royce was in front of the building and was much earlier than usual. Walking in, Y/N’s stuff had been tampered with. Walking over to Eren, Armin and Mikasa she had seen their stuff hadn’t.

“Why did your stuff get moved?” Armin asked curiously to himself.

“Maybe you got separated from this section since we do talk a bit too much.” Eren suggested.

”But we’re interns. Why would someone do something sill like that to interns?” Y/N asked.

”Hey you. Pretty Girl.” A worker name Gunther called out, Y/N and her friends turned to look at him. “We were told that you have to fill in for CEO’s assistant since she’s not in today.”

”The CEO?! Man, you get so lucky Y/N!” Eren said excitedly. “Its even cooler since we are interns.”

”You think working beside the CEO of one of the biggest companies is exciting?! It’s more like terrifying.” Armin said on behalf of Y/N.

”Y/N, if you need help then just call us on your phone okay? Don’t hesitate for a second, you never know what type of men are out there-“ Mikasa begun to say, trying to protect Y/N.

”I-I’ll be okay! It’s only being an assistant.” Y/N simply said as she made her way to the elevator. As she made her way to the desk, it seemed to have disappeared. What once was a long, dark brown desk had somehow just vanished. Y/N awkwardly stood at where the desk had been until the elevator made a ‘ding’ noise.

Turning around, Y/N saw the same man from yesterday. He had worn a dark blue suit this time and was holding a briefcase. Looking at Y/N, his heart stopped. He had finally looked at this beautiful woman properly. Walking up to Y/N, he towered over her before speaking up.

”You must be Y/N, yes?” Erwin asked.

”Y-yes. I was called to fill for your absent assistant.” Y/N said as she fully faced him. “Where will I be working? Her desk seems to have been moved.”

”Oh yes. Its been moved to my office which is a massive inconvenience. It’ll be fine though, you won’t need to use that silly radio button.” Erwin said as he smiled and opened his office door. “After you.”

Walking in, Y/N saw a grand office. It was spacious, modern and just the very floor would be of much more value than her. Walking over to her desk she sat down at the chair, her hands shaking with nervousness. Opening her work file, she filled in any missing documents that the regular assistant was meant to. The hour went by slowly as the clock had only read out 10:00.

”Y/N, could you be a good little assistant and get me that pen I dropped.” Erwin said looking over his desk to see a pen on the floor.

”Sure..” Y/N mumbled as she got up and bent down to pick it up, making sure to cover her cleavage. Handing it to Erwin, she didn’t see the gloom on his face.

“Could you also make me some coffee? I know the machine is right there but I’m really busy. You understand don’t you?” Erwin asked as he locked his fingers with each other and leaned on his hands as his elbows rested on his desk.

”R-right.” Y/N said as she turned around and walked over to the coffee machine and began making Erwin’s coffee. As Y/N’s head was turned around, Erwin looked up and down at her body. How he wished he could grab her hips and see her face full of lust, her hair luscious and silky, her moans as his massive cock-

“S-sir?” Y/N called out, bringing Erwin back to reality and out of his thoughts. “Would you like sugar with this?”

”No, thank you for asking Y/N.” Erwin said as he looked down at the papers scattered across his desk. How he wished that she was his little housewife, wearing pretty dresses that he bought and picked out, carrying his children. Soon, his plan had to work. He had seen his little darling in person and how much of an angel she was.

”Here you go sir.” Y/N said as she handed him his mug of coffee. “I hope I made it right.”

”Thank you Y/N, im sure it’ll taste wonderful.” Erwin said as his fingers brushed against hers. Feeling her spine shiver, Erwin knew that he’d have to get her used to physical touch as his soon to be fiancée. Taking a sip of the well-made coffee he began to imagine how amazing her cooking must taste, sure this was only a cup of coffee but surely she had to be a great housewife.

Soon the day had ended, Y/N was quick to say goodbye and leave to go home with her friends. Erwin, as usual stayed late, and worked on the files and whatever else he had.

“Y/N, what did you do over there?” Eren asked whilst lying back down in the couch in his pants and sweatshirt.

“Nothing to be honest. all I did was make coffee and write in files that the old assistant had to write in.” Y/N said as she plopped down on a sofa beside the window.

”You didn’t see any suspicious or weird behaviour right?” Mikasa asked.

”No no. It’s alright Mikasa, besides this internship is almost ending and we are almost done with university.” Y/N said as she sipped on her juice.

”As long as you are alright we are happy.” Armin said before reading his book.

“Thanks Armin.” Y/N mumbled as she smiled happily at him.

“You’ll be working as my assistant from now on Y/N. Of course, the pay will be rewarding if you do your job right. You’ll earn £96,276 every year which will be £8023 every month, if you need more you’ll have to work hard for it. Just sign at the bottom of the contract when you’re ready.” Erwin rambled as he leaned over the desk a bit and smirked at Y/N, pushing the contract forward.

Sat still in her tiny, uncomfortable chair, Y/N looked at the contract in shock. Just two days ago she was a stranger to him and now she was being granted a position in a n extremely successful company as the CEO’s assistant.

”I-I don’t know what to say!” Y/N said as she looked up at him. “I’m still in University so how will I be able to work.?”

”Don’t worry about that. I called your University and discussed this with them, they’ll forward you the information that you missed out on.” Erwin explained. “Of course, you’ll also get a free ride to here and you must have a uniform. Just sign the paper.”

Y/N could do this. With all that money, she’d be able to pay bills, buy groceries and would still have lots of cash still leftover. Not to mention that she would also be getting promoted for her behaviour and hard work. Grabbing the pen shakily, Y/N signed the paper and looked up at Erwin. Almost instantly as the pen left the paper, Erwin snatched it away and kept it in a safe document.

“That’s a good girl..” Erwin mumbled to himself as he put it in his drawer and locked it. “Now then Y/N, let’s get straight to work shall we?”

“What would you like me to do sir?” Y/N asked watching Erwin stand up and lean over the desk, face’s practically in each other’s. “s-sir?”

“You wanna be a good little assistant Y/N?” Erwin asked, gently grabbing her chin. Y/N sat paralysed, unable to move. Why was he touching her like this? How could she get away from him?

”S-sir could you please m-move bac-“ Y/N began to stutter out.

”Quiet doll. Get on your knees for me, that’s your first order.” Erwin whispered in her ear. “Don’t keep me waiting-“

Y/N dashed towards the door, not caring if the chair tipped over. She would forget about the internship and leave this stupid company, tell her University that she rejected the job. Twisting the door knob, Y/N found it to be locked.

“No.. no no no! Someone help me! Get me out of here-“ Y/N yelled out as she banged her fist on the door. Erwin’s hand quickly grabbed her shoulder and turned her around.

”Now now Y/N. We wouldn’t want you to get fired especially from the biggest company in the world. Imagine how hard it’d be for you to get a job once people find out that you lack teamwork and manners. Not just you, what about your friends? They won’t have jobs either!” Erwin said, trying to manipulate Y/N.

”Get away from me your creep! I don’t care if that happens, you’re a nasty pervert who forces people to do things against their will.” Y/N yelled as she backed into the door.

”Whatever are you talking about my dear Y/N? You signed the contract, you’re bound to me forever. And sure we have quite an age gap, but that doesn’t stop me from living you like the pretty doll you are!” Erwin said menacingly.

”W-what.” Y/N mumbled as she stared into his icy blue eyes.

”That’s right Y/N, it’s either you get on your knees and listen to me like you’re meant to or else I’ll pull some strings and get your stupid friends in jail.” Erwin muttered as he placed a hand on her neck. “Choose wisely. You only have 10 seconds!”

What else could Y/N do? Get married to a man who was twice her age, live her life in riches in return for her obedience and body or fight back and risk her friends’ lives and futures.

“You promise you won’t do anything to my friends.?” Y/N asked nervously. Erwin chuckled at her response as he grabbed her chin.

“Oh Y/N. I knew you’d come along with my plans.” Erwin whispered before grabbing her cheeks and pulling her into a rough yet passionate kiss. “Be a good girl and let Daddy play with you.”

“E-Erwin I promise I didn’t mean to do anything! I swear!” Y/N pleaded as her dress was dropped on the marble floor and Erwin dragged her by her arm.

”Nile. Of all people you go talk to that bastard!” Erwin grumbled before throwing her into their shared bedroom. “Why did you do that Y/N? To make me jealous?”

”I p-promise I didn’t do anything on purpose! He just started talking to me at the very start of the event!” Y/N sobbed out as she fell onto the floor.

”Liar. Get up right now Y/N.” Erwin demanded in which Y/N immediately listened to. “It’s because you think he looks better, right Y/N? Do you think he’s better than me?”

”No-“ Y/N begun to say.

”Did you see the way he looked at you!? You and Nile were practically kissing from what I saw, he was so close to your face. I bet everyone else saw as well.” Erwin yelled.

“N-no. I’m sorry E-Erwin.” Y/N mumbled as she looked at her feet.

“A sorry isn’t good enough. You act like such a goddess on the outside when actually you are a slut, a gold digger, my fucking whore.” Erwin muttered as he gripped her hair, causing a yelp to erupt from Y/N’s lungs.

“I’m sorry Erwin! I’ll make it up to you, I promise!” Y/N said as she held his hands.

”Oh I know you will, whether you like it or not.” Erwin replied as he pushed her on the bed.

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mushies-stories · 1 year ago

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Blackmail- pt2

Eren Yeager X FReader

Rating: 18+ kids go home!

part one

Summary: Eren was your high school bully who secretly wanted you but couldn't admit it to himself. that was until he found you at his collage and something in him reignited. coming up with a plan, he won't tell your friends you're embarrassing high school stories if agree to a special arrangement he swears you'll both enjoy.

Warnings: Smut, sex pnv, handjob and fingering, unexpected creampie, pet names, mild manipulation, teasing, cock drunk reader, cocky Eren? Yandere themed Eren, dirty talk

word count: 2599

Smut under the cut

You lived in dread all day, the events from the night before replaying in your head during class. You couldn't stop thinking about him and it was starting to frustrate you. How could you let Eren of all people turn you into a puddle of need so easily?

You manage to get through the day without him showing up or messaging you so, after school you went back to your apartment instead of the library for the night.

It was while you were taking a bath relaxing that your moment of serenity imploded. Your phone chimed and the text waiting on the screen made you shiver in the warm water.

Y/N, meet me at the shed behind the field after your last class tomorrow.

-Eren

You groaned at the message. A shed? He chose a shed! You frowned as your eyes lingered on the message. Shaking your head you set the phone down without responding.

Tomorrow you thought. Sinking further into the water your hands traveled along your body, over your breasts and along your thighs.

Your thoughts turned to Eren’s cock, what it would feel like inside of you.

You played with your nipples, switching between the two as your other hand slid between your legs.

His cock stretching you out and hitting your sweet spot.

You sank a finger into your tight hole with a breathy moan.

*ding*

You were startled by the sound. Three fingers still stuffed in your pussy you looked at your phone.

Make sure to wear a cute skirt and get plenty of sleep ;)

-Eren

You huffed and pumped your fingers faster, mind running wild with fantasies of him, your own personal tormentor.

That night you did sleep pretty well and woke up to soaked panties and a desperate need for a cold shower.

the next day- after class

You managed to find the building he was talking about. A dinky little shed behind some trees and big bushes behind the field. You stood waiting for him, skirt ruffling in the wind as you kept a lookout. You felt nervous just standing there, no one was around since there was no practice today and even if there was, it was so hidden behind big trees and greenery no one could see you from the field anyways. That scared you in a way but also brought you some kind of confort, at least no one can hear you two.

You blushed at the thought, Eren making you feel so good you can't keep quiet, what a filthy thought. You leaned your head back against the doors and closed your eyes. Your mind wandered to those dirty thoughts once again and you subconsciously began to rub your thigh together.

“What ya thinking about Babygirl?” a voice spoke, causing you to straighten up and meet Erens stare as he walked up from beside you. “Looks like you were having some pretty interesting thoughts.” he teased, coming standing in front of you.

You could feel your cheeks tint pink immediately. “No nothing like that… i was just..” you looked down at your shoes. “Never mind, what are we doing here?” you asked, looking up through your lashes.

He smiled sweetly and leaned closer, only a few inches from your face. “Well Babygirl, this is going to be our playroom for the day.” he said, gripping the handle behind you. You moved out of the way and let him open the door. The room was dusty and old that's for sure, but it had a few mats that actually looked recently dusted off. “The soccer guys hang out here on the weekends when no staff is around.” he stated and stepped into the dark space. He flipped a switch to the right and a small light in the middle of the room came on.

You stepped in and plopped down on one of the matts that was practically on the ground.. “So you want to do it here?” you asked, looking around and not enjoying the stuffy smell.

The sound of Eren’s belt and fly unzipping told you all you needed to hear. Eren stood in front of you, hand in his pants stroking his cock as he smirked down at you. “I wanted to take things slow, I really did.” he said with a sigh. “Wanted to touch you all over and eat your pussy tell you cried, but all that can wait.” he pulled his cock free from his boxers and it arched before your face. “Today i want to fuck you, i need to feel you around me.”

You looked at the mat under you, yeah it might not be as gross as it could be but that didn't mean you wanted to lay all over it. You frowned up at him. “Not on this dirty mat.”

He chuckled and brought a hand out to grip your chin, pulling you to stand up. “That's fine, I can make you cum on my dick either way.” he gloated. His other hand slides between your legs, feeling your slick already coating your thighs. “Baby, have you ever been fucked?” he asked, actually already knowing that answer.

Your face deepend into a deep shade of red. “Yeah, once… in highschool.” you admitted, knowing he was messing with you because the whole school ended up hearing the news thanks to the jerk and Eren spreading the news.

He smirked and stroked his thumb along your bottom lip. “Take my cock baby, stroke me real good okay?” he said, leaning down to your neck. He kissed you gently along one side and below your jaw. You closed your eyes and suppressed a moan. You reached down and took his cock in your fingers. Slowly you began to stroke him, not hard and certainly not enough to make him cum but he groaned into your neck at the sensation anyways.

He slid your panties down enough for his hand to slide perfectly between your plushy thighs. He drank in the whimpers and moans that fell from your lips as he slid his fingers into you. He started a rhythm of fucking his fingers into you and curling them while he sucked and nipped at the skin of your chest.

You tilted your head back as he explored. “Eren, don't leave so many marks.” you warrend. “At least keep them out of sight.” you added.

He just rolled his eyes and nipped a fresh mark on your chest, just above the neckline of your shirt and smirked up at you. “Sorry,” he teased. You ignored him and continued to stroke his cock, now using both hands and keeping a hold of the base as your fingers and palm worked the rest.

You whimpered when his fingers slid from your dripping hole and he stepped back. He looked at you shivering while he licked his fingers that were soaked with your slick. He groaned and his eyes darkened. “Turn around,” you did as he said and faced the basketball rack. He pushed your upper back forwards and tapped your legs apart. “Hold on to that.” he instructed.

You bent forward and gripped the edge of the rack. Glancing back you didn't see a condom or anything as he flipped your skirt up and stroked himself at the sight of you. “Eren, don't you have a condom?” you asked, voice wavering at the sight of him so close to your pussy.

His eyes flickered to your face then back to your pussy. “Don't need it, I'm not some teenage boy anymore.” he grinned to himself, Eyes devouring your glistening cunt. “Besides, I want to feel you. I bet you feel so good Babygirl. You’ll let me won't you?” he pleaded like he was really asking all while his cock was sliding between your folds and poking at your entrance.

Before you could manage any form of protest he was pushing the tip in, slowly popping into your tight hole as you both groaned at the stretch. “E-eren, wai-” you couldn't even manage to finish your sentence before he was pushing himself into you, grabbing hold of your hips to keep you in place as you moaned and whimpered. “To m-much eren.” you whimpered as he bottomed out with a low moan.

He held you there, letting you both adjust. “Baby, so tight. Fucking gripping me so good.” he breathed heavy as he pulled back. Your sounds were uncontrollable. Moaning and whimpering at the slightest movement of his cock. “Baby, you gotta keep quiet at least a little.” he chuckles, watching your body shake as he sank back in, starting a consistent rhythm with his hips.

Your head hung down as his thrust ripped the sweetest sounds from you. You just can't control it, he was relentless and you could hardly even catch your breath. His hand came down to rub your clit and you almost screamed before his other hand came up to cover your mouth. “Sshhh baby, don't get us into trouble.” he chastised with a grin, fully enjoying watching you come undone by his cock.

You whimpered into his hand and shook your head. He pulled away so you could speak. “Ca-cant, feel too good~” you stuttered. You wanted to feel ashamed for admitting it but you couldn't deny that he was making you feel good, too good.

He slowed his hips and took his hand away from your clit, you hissed at the loss of sensation. “Is that so? So cock drunk your brain can't tell you to shut up?” he teased, sending a rather sharp thrust into you, causing you to yelp and grip the rack tighter. Eren knew fucking you would be good but he didnt know you would be completely at his mercy like this, so ready for him to fuck you. His cock twitched at the thought of fucking you stupid.

Slowly he pulled his cock from you completely. Your hips jolted as he ripped your panties off and threw them to the ground. “Hey!” you protested. Eren chuckled and pulled your hips back to stand straight. Your face was set in a pout when he turned you to face him. “Eren?” you questioned.

He smiled and guided your arms to his shoulders while his hands traveled to the back of your thighs. “Jump.” he whispered and tapped the back of your thighs. You did as he said and hopped into his hold. He lifted you up and you wrapped your legs around his hips and held onto him. “Now I can see you be fucked stupid.” he teased, slamming his cock back into your little hole.

Your back arched and a loud shriek came flying out of you. ��Eren! Fuck!” he held your thighs apart and slid you down his cock while he slammed his hips into you. “So big E-eren’s so big~” you mumbled through loud gasps and moans. He was able to hit deeper inside of you this way and it made your head spin.

Eren quickly got lost in the feeling of your tight pussy sucking him in. “So tight Baby, my cock is throbbing in your pussy.” he said through gritted teeth. He watched your eyes lull back then flutter shut. “Feel good Babygirl? Like my cock huh?”

Your response was a string of half-formed words that mostly sounded like ‘yes’ and Eren's name over and over. Your volume increased as your orgasim approached. The bundle of nerves tightening with each harsh thrust. “Gunn-nna cum… too much i can't wai~” you stammered out, waves of pleasure shooting through your core.

“Cum for me baby, cum all over my dick, be a good girl.” he said before catching your lips with his. His tongue took dominance over your mouth and he ate every moan, cry and pathetic whimper you let while you orgasim washed over you. You gripped onto Eren’s sweater with white knuckles and your legs shook around his sides.

“Cum-ming~ mmfuckm~” your cries were muffled by his mouth and tongue as he devoured your sweet sounds.

He attempted to fuck you through your orgasim then pull out but when your pussy pulsed and flutter around his cock he was a goner, his hips slowed and he pulled back from you to bury his face in the rook of your neck. “Fu-ck, cumming, can't. stop.” he growled as his hips rocked into you and his load filled your cunt full of him. “Fuuuck, good girl, such a good girl for me, taking it all for me.” he praised, rutting his hips against you as you both came down from your highs.

You whimpered and whined at the feeling, liking it but now feeling even more full and messy. With his cock still and buried in your pussy he slowly walked to the window, and enjoyed the little whimpers you made as he shifted inside of you and leaned against the edge, glad it was covered in newspaper to keep anyone from seeing the two of you.

“Sorry.” he tried to sound remorseful but coming from Eren that was impossible.

You rolled your eyes and shifted in his hold. He pulled you off him, soft cock slipping out. He set you down but kept a hold on your hips to keep you steady between his legs.

He brought a hand up to trace over the marks he left littered across your chest and neck. “I really didn't mean too, iv never fucked someone who’s pussy made me blow my load involuntarily.” he confessed with a light chuckle, looking down at you as he wrapped his arms tighter around you, effectively pulling you closer against him.

You huffed and nodded. “It's okay… it didn't feel… terrible.” you whispered the last part, regretting the words almost instantly.

A smirk found its way onto his face. “Oh yeah? Feel pretty good baby? Like when your pussy is dripping with my cum?” he teased.

You didn't know how to respond, or rather you didn’t want to because he was right. Your pussy was throbbing for his cock again already and his cum dripping down your messy pussy was just fueling the desire to be filled again.

“Oh baby what's wrong? Embarrassed?” fuck why was his teasing turning you on so much, you used to cry over this. “Better get on birth control if you aren't because I want to see your pussy as full as possible baby.” he grinned wickedly at you.

Wiggling in his hold to get free you could feel a whole glob of his cum slip from your hole and you froze in place. Eren loosened his hold and laughed at your reddened face. “Shut up! We're done today right? You got what you wanted?” you asked, crossing your arms and attempting to be stern.

Eren smiled amusingly at you and shooed you away with both arms. “Yeah, go.” he chuckled. “I'll take it easy for a few weeks, no sex until you get the pill or something, but i'll only wait a few weeks so get on it.” he warned teasingly, sliding his cock still covered in your fluids back into his boxers.

You walked to the door and stopped to look back at him, you were speechless. Why did you want this to happen again…shaking the thought away you dashed out of the building.

Once you had made it home you got in the shower and watched his cum flow out of you. While you lay in bed you couldn't help sliding your hand into your shorts and moaning Erens name over and over with your fingers buried in your pussy.

to be continues...

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tatakaebomb · 3 years ago

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Feelings Mutual

ꕥ Pairing : Dads Bestf Son Eren x Y/N

ꕥ Synopsis : Don’t put two of the worlds worst enemies in a bed together, not when ones so oblivious…

ꕥ Word count : 2.3k

ꕥ A/N : Sorry about inactivity last week :), gonna get to some asks this week

ꕥ TW : fingering, yandere themes, smut, enemies dynamic, finger sucking, cream pie, ass play, titty play, eren an ass hole, manipulation, non con, dub con, unconsensual semen spraying (idk what to call it but he jizz’s on dem tiddies), pet names, degrading, dacryphilia, vouyerism, somniophilia, mentions of blood, eren a pervert frrrr, masterbation, panty stealing, breeding kink, size kink, pussy cupping, azzzz eating, probs more 18+

Your dad is your bestfriend, always so loving to you and spoiling you whenever you want. Getting you the bests gifts, spending time with you - there's nothing you could do without him.

But this request was too much, as lovely as he is, your dad was not worth the stress this boy is about to give you.

The boy that's tormented your life for as long as you known him, always grabbing the opportunity to call you a whore or steal your food, kick your foot under the table. But when you complain your the bad guy.

You don't know why he's had it out for you, ever since you've known him he's hated your guts, found you despicably undesirable, rolling his eyes at your presence and never making an effort even when you try.

But there's nothing you can really do about it

Not when he's your dads bestfriends son...

'Y/N atleast try interact with him, he's a nice boy' your mother spoke, laying the table out as your father sets up the barbecue.

The weather was beautiful, the sun shining and the heat was astronomical and that only means one thing - social gathering, and this social gathering of course involved your dads bestfriend, his wife... and his son eren.

Eren was tall, reaching around 6'3 with these pretty green eyes and his hair always thrown in a man bun. It's a shame his personality was no match to his looks, nothing but rude and ignorant, always on your ass and hating you for no apparent reason.

'But mom he hates me, I am nice to him but when I try speak he's just rude' you rant, pouring yourself in a glass of water as you scoff at the ring of the doorbell... guests have arrived

'Well y/n, I'm afraid you've gotta get along with him, for your dad right?' Your mother spoke, patting your head. Glancing over to your father as you could see how excited he was to see his bestfriend, a huge smile plastered on his face... only to see the nightmare next to him. Grey shorts hung on his torso as the white shirt gripped his skin, his hand reached out to shake your fathers, does he even try? Gosh he's so rude.

Around 30 guests came, all swarmed in the back garden as they say they hello's and hug you warmly. Today was the perfect weather to wear a pretty sundress, the perfect red and white one you've been so eager to wear ever since you brought it, synched nicely on your waist and not too short that it's completely inappropriate, but eren wouldn't see it as that - heck you could wear a ninja suit and he would still call you a slut.

'Y/N come over here!' Your dad called, your eyes flickering over to see his best friend grisha, his hand moving to nestle in your hair as he pulled you into a tight hug.

He was lovely, so sweet towards you, practically a second father. And it didn't help that his wife, Carla, was an angel. So helpful to your mother and such a gem towards you, so why did their son ascend from hell?

'How you been y/n!'

'I've been okay uncle grisha, how about yourself, I see you got a new set of glasses.'

'Oh! You noticed-' he flinched, small smile lingering on his face 'Been around a month and I'm sure eren over here hasn't noticed.'

Glancing over, you see eren at the barbecue, too busy flipping the burgers over to even notice his dad talking about him.

'Ah yeah, I'm fairly attentive'

'Y/N do you mind helping eren over there, I'm pretty sure he's burning the burgers...'

Fucks sake... 'Yes... of course' you beam at Carla, trying your best to hold back the tears pricking your eyes. Today was about ignoring eren, NOT helping him.

Trailing over to him, you could hear his scoff from a mile off. Phone turned off and shrugged into his pockets as he didn't even spare a glance towards you, continuing to play with the spatula and watch the oil splatter.

'Your gonna burn them.' You comment, knowing how much it hurts to even hear your voice.

'Yeah? Like you'd know, didn't think you'd be anything more than a whore let alone a chef'

'Oh please, from what I've heard your nothing less, fucking mikasa only to break up with her the next day.'

Placing down the spatula he turns to face you, looking at the way how the cup of your bra pushes up your boobs and the necklace that hangs down your cleavage reflects from the sun. Pretty red sundress enveloping your warm thighs and legs. 'Didn't you do the same thing with jean'

'We was never dating, and I've never had sex with him. Why? Jealous your such a sleaze and I'm not.'

Tongue poking his cheek, he lifted up the spatula, only to tap it at the flesh of your exposed breast.

'What the fuck?'

'Thought doing that would atleast make you take off your bra... we both know what you'd do for even a little bit of contact...'

'What the fuck is your problem?!' Your tone raised. Swatting the spatula out his hands and throwing it at him, the metal part hitting his nose and making it bleed. Hands moving to grab at it as you watch the blood drop all over him.

'Fucking psycho!' He shouts. Pushing you away as your family all gather round him, his mother quickly escorting him to the bathroom. Lingering stares quickly observing you, so quick to assume you did that on purpose.

'Y/N?! What the fuck?!'

'You two need to learn how to get along.'

Forced in your room, you felt the eyes of both yours and erens parents. Angry faces smitten on them as your dad continued to rant, so furious about what had just happened.

'I'm so embarrassed, on behalf of you both. More importantly you y/n, I cant believe you'd hit eren like that! I know you don't get along but...'

'But mom-'

'No buts! You two are sleeping in here tonight. I don't wanna hear anything about it' Slamming the door behind her, the room was left in utter silence. Eren sat behind you not even caring about what just happened, simply flicking through his phone whilst you sat at the side of the bed. Nose completely cleared up.

'Don't you care? Thanks to you, were having to sleep in the same bed'

'No were not. I'm taking the bed, you can sleep over there' finger pointing towards your small pink couch cradled towards the corner. Three lots of love heart pillows and a warm throw placed on top of it. No way are you sleeping there in your OWN room.

'What? No. This is my house, your lucky enough I'm even letting you sleep with me.' Arms crossed over your chest as you stare at him, his phone thrown on the bed. Tired green eyes flickering up at you with his expressionless face.

'Are you forgetting your the one who punched me?' Arms pushing him up the bed, walking to stand infront of you. 'Shouldn't you be more remorseful'

'Remorseful? Maybe if you hadn't been such a freak and-'

'Why the fuck are you shouting.' Hand moving to clamp over your mouth, eyes crossed peering down at his hand 'Such a trouble maker'

Pushing him off, you move towards your bathroom, wanting to brush your teeth and fall straight asleep in hope this is all just a nightmare.

The time was 11pm and you had just finished cleaning up, the sky was getting dark and most people had head home, you infact, were still arguing over the sleeping arrangements, only to finally come to the conclusion that you would share, as long as you face other ways.

Flicking off the lights, you move to take off your top and pants, exposing the lace croquet on your bra and panties.

'I'm not gonna fucking have sex with you so you can put your clothes back on.' He shrugs, pushing himself to the other side and pulling the duvet over his head, you climbing onto your pillow and turning off your lamp.

'I sleep like this, don't like it you can sleep on the couch.'

'Whatever, fucking whore.'

'Your topless too? What's the difference...?'

'Just... Shutup...'

'F-fuck y/n... shit...'

Your head rolled on your pillow, trying your best to fall back to sleep but the noises and heavy breathing filling your head was making it too hard.

'Eren shutup...' you grunt, rubbing your eyes and pulling the duvet over your head. The noise instead not quieting down.

The more you attempted to sleep the louder it got, ears occupied and head delirious about what was going on.

Quick jolting of his body and heavy pants catching you off guard as you lean up to see what was happening, only to be faced with the sight of him palming himself. Raw veiny cock broad in his hands, finger tips calloused and touching his tip.

Your eyes widened as you made eye contact with him, his instant reaction to grab the blanket and cover himself up, boner still clearly evident through the sheets.

'OH MY GOD...' you shout, crawling off the bed and hitting your back off the desk. Eyes still locked on how his girth grew through the sheets.

'SHIT Y/N-' He shouts, cheeks blushed and eyes peering right at you 'Stop fucking looking..'

'I cant... I- what the fuck eren?!' As disturbing as it was you couldn't erase the image from your mind, throbbing in your core causing your thighs to clench at how big he was. It was nothing you could've expected from such an unlikeable man. 'Didn't know you were a fucking CREEP!'

‘Don’t fucking blue balls me like that-‘

‘Is that what your seriously worried about?!’

'Get over it dumbass- fuck...' His fingers crawling under the sheets to tap at his cock once more, only for you to peer down at your body. White mess coated on where your nipples leaked out of your cups, he fucked himself to you? ON YOU??

'OH MY G-' Grabbing you get slams you on the bed, quick to cover your mouth and straddle your hips. Your hair splayed out on the sheets as you stared up at him in fear. Fear of how tall he looked on top of you.

'This is your fault... you fucking caused this...' your eyes looking down to watch him touch himself again, this time the tips of his fingers lightly tapping at your cunt every time he thrusted. Small moan escaping his pretty lips every time you moved under his touch. The flesh of your breasts rippling so gently. 'Always wearing these short outfits, always got these pretty tits out... fuck and you wonder why I hate you- so fucking untouchable.'

'You fucking creep!' You muffle. Eyes squinting shut as tears start to drop down your cheeks

He quickened his pace, head fallen back as he lets go of your mouth. Smile lifting off of him as he notices you liking this, such a naughty girl huh?

'Are you getting off to this?' He questions as he lowers his spare hand to your bra, pushing it below your tits and pinching at your nipples. Your head rolling to the side in shame and pleasure 'Oh fuck yeah, you are..'

'Shit eren- your such a perv...'

'Keep those pretty lips shut, only wanna hear your moans from now on.’ You gasp as he quickly cups your pussy in his hand, wetness adamant and almost leaking onto his fingers.

'Least you could- ah- do is touch me…' Words shared with hate and snark

He heard what he's been wanting to hear for a long time, hand darting down to rub at your wet pussy. Puffy clit standing out to him a mile off as you arch your back off the bed. The sight of you so much better in real life.

He's never hated you- not in a million years could he ever hated you. He just hated how beautiful you were, his phone camera filled with photos of your ass from your short skirts, room drawers stacked with your used panties, and mind occupied with the image of you on your knees for him, lips wrapped on his cock as he gets to face fuck you. Saliva dripping all over your face and dribbling down onto them pretty tits.

'Fuck- yes...' You moan, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him into a long kiss, his fingers pacing inside of you and before you knew it, you felt your core being split by his girth. Long veiny juicy cock, touching the brink of your stomach. You could almost feel it in your throat.

'Knew you'd like it hm?' Croaked voice echoed in your head as he jolted his hips inside your dripping pussy. Squelching noises occupying your words as your salty tears fell into his mouth. You tried your best to ignore how wrong this felt, but the feeling of him fucking you so good was better than what you could imagine, better than any man you've ever had... 'So tight for me.'

'Ah- yes...' words cooed as your tits jump at every action, his eyes glued too your contorted face and blushed nose.

'Yes what?'

'Y-yes daddy...' the gape of your mouth sent him feral as he watched how you collected the saliva at the corners. Small tongue lolling out as he picks up the loose cum almost dried on your chest and pushes it down your throat. His balls swelling at the sight of you sucking his fingers so well, pussy almost about to gush at how he was fucking your once half awake body.

'I'm gonna cum- gonna breed this pretty pussy so much- fuckkk you gonna wear all them short dresses and claim that ass as mine fucking finally...' Words mumbled off his lips as he continued to spill inside of you, drapes of sperm tipping your stomach as you wailed. Back arching off the bed and squirting all over his stomach a loud cry of 'Fuck!' Had your eyes going all teary and head foggy...

Catching his breath, he finally got off of you. Admiring how fucked out you looked on the bed, hair messy and face tired. Tits spilt from your bra and underwear holding on by a thread.

'Take off your panties.' His hand held out to you as you did what he said. Pushing them off your legs and throwing them at him, eyes glinting to watch him shove them into his sweatpants as he ties the drawstring back up. The cocky grin on his face never once leaving.

'Who knew you were such a fucking pervert eren... all along... no wonder you were fucking offended.'

His hand cups under your chin to pull you towards him, a long drape on your lips and a harsh slap to your ass had you winced.

'Ass up now, or else I'll be showing everyone this video of you. Wouldn't want that now would you? Your precious daddy watching you get fucked to his bestfriends son. How these tits shake just from the flick of my fingers' His phone held between two fingers as he mockingly hung it infront of your face, chuckling a small laugh as he watched how you spun around and pushed your naked ass towards his mouth, tongue licking at your hole as his large hands move to spread them eagerly.

'I hate you jeager.'

'Feelings mutual...'

Safe to say the morning after was nothing pleasant...

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lilyundertaker · 3 years ago

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April bullies day 19 - The Blame

Pairing: Yandere! Eren x reader, bully!Eren x reader; Genre: Highscool AU, smut, one-shot, Angst, Darkfic; Warnings: 18+, Non con/Dub con, death, extreme bullying, physical violence, beatings, violent Eren, attemped suicide, vaginal penetration, anal, overstimulation, orgasm denial, oral (both receiving), suicide attempt, humiliation, blowjobs, cunilingus, breeding kink, mentions of murder, orgasm denial; Synopsis: On a rainy day you call Eren's parents to pick you up from school, but unfortunately they get into a car crash, resulting in both of them dieing as well as Mikasa and Armin, who were in the car too. Eren blames you for the tragedy and decides to make your life so miserable that you'll be craving death; Note: this is an extremely dark fic, so pls be warned. I don't support the actions done in this fic and the actions taken in this work are merely that - a fiction. For some time I've been thinking on adding Eren to this event, but I was super surprised, when I finished it and I could never imagine this turn of events. But anyways, hope yall enjoy it!

You and Eren had been childhood sweethearts ever since the two of you were five years old. Back at those times you coaxed him into an imaginary wedding, making a promise of eternal love. Eren was somewhat shy about it, but he acted along (he wouldn’t kiss you though, so you had to have enough by kissing his cheek).

There was barely a time when you weren’t hanging out with Eren, his adoptive sister Mikasa and their friend Armin, who also became your friend. You all would grow up together and attended the very same school even till now. But unlike your friends, you had been an orphan most of your life, and once you learned that you were born out of a single hook up between your father and some prostitute, you didn’t even want to look for them. Luckily you supposed father had learned about your whereabouts and would send you a nice sum of money every month.

The perfect fantasy world for you was broken again when on a rainy day you called Grisha to pick you up from school, since it was pouring a lot outside. That was a huge mistake. Not that you could’ve known that things would turn out this way. You were waiting for a long time, an hour, perhaps even more and tried to call Grisha again, but the line was dead. Only once you got to Eren’s doorstep did you learn that both his father and mother had died in a car crash. And what’s worse – Armin and Mikasa were in that car as well since Carla invited them over so that all of you could have a fun time together.

Eren was beyond devastated and so were Jean and Annie, who were together with Mikasa and Armin respectively. The whole situation was made even worse, when you learned that you had the final exam exactly on the funeral day, and despite the teacher allowing you to retake it in summer, you declined, not wanting to mess up your academic record even more (the tragedy had a harsh impact on both yours and Erens grades). You tried to contact Eren after that, but he wouldn’t answer your calls, nor when you knocked on his door, finding it locked and all the curtains shut.

Around a month later Eren reappeared in school again, only this time he seemed a lot bigger in a way. You took notice of his strong muscular arms, his beautiful jawline, his long hair tied up in a manbun and his wide shoulders. He seemed to have grown immensely during a span of this one month.

On the very first day he ignored you completely and the same went for the most part of the second day. You found it somehow reasonable, thinking that he was mad because you didn’t attend the funeral, so instead of bothering him with your approach, you left him be. You were taken aback when he decided to approach you instead at an empty hallway, but the feeling of excitement disappeared as soon as his fist connected with your cheek and you fell back to the floor, scraping your side in the process.

“Eren, what are-” he kicked you straight in your stomach and landed another kick to your ribs. He slapped you across the face just as you were trying to speak again and split your lip in the process. By the time he was done you had gone unconscious, and he left you on the floor right where you were. That was only the beginning.

Thinking that he was still frustrated about what happened you let this slide and told the nurse that you couldn’t recall who was it that did these things to you. But after that it only got worse.

Seeing how inconvenient it would be to deal with you in school, Eren decided to beat you on your way home, dragging you in empty alleyways and fucking you up real bad, all the while spitting insults at you. “You damn bitch! It should’ve been you who died instead of them”. He openly threatened to kill you off due to his connections with the famed Ackerman family, who bred seasoned assassins. Though you were more afraid when he threatened to kill your friends as well unless you’d cooperate into taking these beatings.

In merely three days you were beaten up so bad that part of your face was swollen, whilst the other one was beaten black. Your body was covered in cuts and awfully painful bruises. It was as if you had been hit by a truck and the first thing you did was call in for being sick, so that you wouldn’t show up to school like this. Partially you hoped that Eren wouldn’t come to your hopes, but you were damn wrong. He practically kicked open the door and found you shivering on the couch. “Fuck. You look so ugly that an old man wouldn’t even fuck your disgusting ass!” he spat grabbing you by the hair. “You better look pretty by the end of the weak or I’ll kick your skull inwards.”

You were relieved that something came up and Eren wouldn’t bother you even during the weekend, or so Jean told you via text message. It was clear to you that Jean wasn’t very fond of you as well since he had deeply loved Mikasa, but in a sense you felt that he saw Eren’s actions as going way too far.

The swell went away, but your other eye still held the disgusting dark purplish color, which you managed to cover up with makeup.

On Monday Eren forced you into a janitor’s closet. “Since another beating would break your bones, how about you give me your mouth instead?” he said, already unzipping his pants and taking out his cock to smack you in the face with it. It was unnecessary to tell you more as you obediently took his cock in your mouth and began sucking him off. “Yeah, that’s right you fucking whore. Take it deep in that bitch throat of yours or I’ll gouge your fucking eyes out with it.”

You felt sick to your stomach and were gagging like crazy, having no previous experience of such things. When he pulled you against his pelvis you were afraid of passing out. You couldn’t breathe as he pinched you nose closed and came straight in your mouth. He was pulling his pants back on whilst you nearly threw up with all the amount of his sperm that was coming out of your mouth and nose.

For the rest of the weak he’d use your mouth in the darkness of the janitor’s closet as according to him you were too ugly to look on. Not that you could complain much as it wasn’t as painful as getting beaten by him. In fact, just as that week passed and he beated you up all over again and you were begging to suck him off, clawing at his trouser and calling yourself a cock-hungry slut, just for the sake of keeping what’s left of your body intact. If trading your dignity for your body was the price the so be it. Your dignity was pretty much nonexistent now anyways.

To make things worse, Eren threw a party at your house, inviting every single person he knew and proclaiming that you were celebrating a breakup with your toxic ex, who had beaten you, but now you were finally free of him. How ironic that the very same night you were giving him head at your study while some of his drunk friends were cheering you up. You hadn’t drunk a single drop of alcohol, so all of this was harder to stomach.

After that he dragged you to your own bedroom and threw you onto the bed before locking the door. “Now, let’s get this shit really started Y/n!” he said drunkenly and stumbled to you. Your clothes were ripped off in a pile of ribbons. You were crying as he took off his own clothes before he pounced on you. There was no preparation, your virgin walls were dry. The only relief might be his leaking pre, but that didn’t make the situation much better, considering that you weren’t using any pills.

Eren thrusted inside of you in one hard go, nearly crushing you under his weight. Your discomfort was shown by the loud screams that came out of your mouth, clawing at him to pry him off, but he didn’t budge, as if he didn’t feel how you tore his skin with your nails. His grunts and your shrieks were unheard by the people downstairs due to the booming music that vibrated against every corner of your house.

“Eren please stop. I’m begging you.” Your pleas landed on deaf ears as the male on top of you increased his speed, fully focusing on his own pleasure. His cock was spearing its way through the tight rings of your hole, making him use more energy to thrust himself in as deep as possible. One of his hands fondled your breast while the other was placed near your head for balance.

“Why Y/n? Why would you do this?” Eren whispered in your ear with a pang of sorrow in his voice. You could not guess your wrongdoing, but you got the feeling that he wasn’t mad because you didn’t come to the funeral or called his dad to pick you up. No. This was something deeper, something you had missed and had no way of guessing.

You were shocked when Eren leaned down to plant a wet kiss on your lips, his tongue invading your mouth and playing with your own tongue. It was hard for you to admit that any part of this felt good, but his kiss made your body shiver with adrenalin. Your cheeks were heated up and you felt wetness slipping out of yourself. Shortly his thrusts made wet sounds that you found more embarrassing than enjoying the tongue play.

Eren released your mouth and held himself tight to your body. He was close and you felt it with all of your being. “Eren!” you said a bit loudly “Eren!” it seemed that no matter how many times you’d call, he wouldn’t snap out of it anyways. “Eren pull out!” you shouted as loud as you could, but this only made him tighten around you more. “Eren I don’t want to get pregnant, please pull out!” you were crying hysterically at this point, not that it would help.

With one final thrust he released his seed inside of your womb, emptying his balls in you and holding his cock in for the following five minutes. Not that he meant to, but he rather seemed to have disconnected from reality as all he could do was pant heavily and kiss your forehead once he was done. As he dressed up and looked back at your crying form, he felt disgusted, not with himself but with you. “I was right, you truly are a whore.” He spat at you and left.

That night you wouldn’t sleep and by early morning everyone had left. You hadn’t moved a muscle, laying down the whole night in a puddle of your and Eren’s mixed juices. It was as if nothing bothered you anymore because you couldn’t fall any lower than this.

Around lunchtime you finally got up and went to look for your phone. You didn’t bother reading any messages or voicemails, but you were fixated on sending a message to the very same person who raped you the previous night – I hope ur satisfied for life now, cause you won’t be seeing me ever again; you sent the message and got straight to the bathroom to pour yourself a hot bath. As the water filled the space you found a razor blade behind your mirror, climbing into the bath as the water continued to pour in it. Even if you would have chosen life, you had been humiliated in front of Eren’s friends, who most likely thought of you as a cock-hungry slut.

For a moment you closed your eyes, gripping the razor blade between two fingers, rethinking how your life had turned out this way. “Fuck it!” you cursed and slashed over your wrists, screaming from the pain, anger, sadness, and sorrows. The water was turning red quickly, so quickly in fact that you couldn’t take notice on how big portion of the bath had colored itself thanks to your blurry vision. The sleepless night forced you to close your eyes and allow yourself to drift away from this nightmare your life had turned into.

Once you opened your eyes again you saw white all over as far as your sight could go. But instead of the white of paradise you were faced with the white of a hospital room. And what’s worse – Eren was sitting besides you on a chair, his head rested against his fist.

This can’t be real, this can’t…you began sobbing, thinking that your hell would continue. Eren seemed to have noticed your quiet sniffles as he woke up and looked at you, his eyes having heavy bags under them. “You’re awake. Good.” He said flatly.

You were ready to rise up from the bed and slap him across the face, but you were too weak to even sit up. And as if mocking you, Eren put a larger pillow behind your back, so you’d be able to sit up properly.

“Why? Why did you intervene? Haven’t you done enough damage already?” That is when Eren finally spilled the beans. About how it was your father who had caused the car crash and him thinking you to be involved in it. He wanted you to feel miserable for what you have done, wanting to humiliate you before other people. But once he received your text whilst walking to your house, he couldn’t help but save you as he realized you were the only family he had left – a fact he wanted to tell you after arriving to your house, but instead he ran there to save you from death. Whilst you were unconscious, he hired Kenny Ackerman to kill off your biological father to get his revenge, as well as kill few of his friends, who called you a whore and a slut for sucking Eren off in front of them.

The flow of information made you speechless. You had no idea of what to say nor how even to respond to all of this. Instead, fresh tears flowed down your face and Eren brushed them away from you. “As your father’s only child, you’ll inherit all of his money, property and assets, which we’ll use…” “We?” you said confused. Eren’s eyes went a bit wide as if remembering something suddenly. “Oh right, I forgot the main part.” Sweet Jesus, if he says more my brain’s gonna go numb.

“As I said – we are the only family left for each other, so…I’ve arranged an engagement for us, since you’re pregnant and I thought you’d want to welcome our child in a family.” You felt a knot forming in your throat and it was unsure whether it would ever be untied.

You ended up leaving school to evade any rumors of suicide or unplanned pregnancy from your toxic ex, or rather Eren made sure to pull you away from school. For the first few months he’d get you a therapist so that you could recuperate your mental health, obviously the therapist was under his control, but it still felt nice to talk with somebody else that wasn’t Eren. He on the other hand found it hard to go on for too long without fucking somebody, so he’d come whining for you to jack him off. At the first time you made sure to make it painful for him, nearly ripping his cock off, but seeing how needy he was you used it to you advantage to tease him every time, going as far as overstimulation before you’d allow a release for him.

It was fascinating to see him beg for your hands to wrap around his shaft, his body heating up and tears welling in his eyes. On few occasions he even begged you for mercy, but you wouldn’t slip the opportunity of putting him through torture. Sometimes you’d even brush your tongue on his tip, but wouldn’t take the whole thing in your mouth, so he’d be forced to take the bits n pieces you were giving him.

Another thing you enjoyed was when Eren buried his face between your thighs and teased your clit with his tongue. He’d ask you to sit on his face, at which you were reluctant, but soon enough it was hard to get yourself off of him.

The sweetest way of release was probably when you sat on his lap, back against his abs and having a hot make-out session. His hands would slowly massage your breasts and slowly go lower until his fingers were entering your soaked pussy.

It was still hard for you to forgive him, but eventually you gave up on the past just so you could have a future, but the scars would never fade, just like the ones on your wrists.

The biggest lifechanger was when you had your first baby – a boy the two of you named Armin Jaeger, for your lost friend, whilst the next one, who was a daughter you named Mikasa.

The nannies would take of your children as Eren would breed you again and again in your shared bedroom. Your legs pressed upwards in a mating press whilst he was ramming his cock inside of you. “That’s it my sweet Y/n. My baby momma. Give me another child.” You both released loud moans when finally cumming together, your right hand tangled in his hair and a gold ring with diamonds shining on your finger.

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