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The Devil's Bride

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

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

Chapter Thirty Four

Floch stood outside the closed door, his ear pressed close enough to catch every word of Eren and Aurora’s conversation. His face twisted in displeasure as he listened to the emotional exchange. Aurora was crying, pleading, and what did Eren do? Comfort her. Forgive her. Let her off with nothing more than a scolding. Floch’s jaw clenched, his hands curling into fists at his sides.

Two months. She had lied to Eren, to all of them, for two whole months about something so critical it could have endangered the entire operation. If Porco had attacked the compound, if the Queen had been harmed—Floch didn’t even want to imagine the chaos that would have unfolded. And yet, here was Eren, brushing it all aside because it was Aurora. His precious wife who, in Floch’s eyes, could do no wrong.

Floch rolled his eyes, his disdain growing as he recalled Aurora’s earlier hysteria about a "ghost." He thought it was nothing more than a convenient ploy to make herself appear vulnerable and sympathetic, diverting Eren’s attention from her wrongdoing. And of course, it worked. Eren, blinded by love, fell for it hook, line, and sinker.

"Ridiculous," Floch muttered under his breath.

His thoughts turned darker as he considered what Aurora’s presence had done to Eren. The once single-minded soldier, determined to secure Paradis’s future at any cost, was now "playing house," coddling his pregnant wife when he should be focused on the mission. Floch’s lip curled at the thought. It wasn’t just Eren either—now even Queen Historia was entangled in some idiotic romantic drama with the Jaw Titan.

“We’re fighting for our survival,” Floch thought bitterly. “And they’re losing themselves in love stories.”

He could feel his frustration boiling over, but he knew better than to voice it. Eren wouldn’t listen. His judgment was compromised. Floch sighed through his nose, straightened his posture, and cleared his throat sharply.

Knocking on the door, he waited a beat before pushing it open. He found Eren sitting on the edge of the bed next to Aurora, his hand still resting protectively over her baby bump. Aurora’s tear-streaked face turned toward Floch, but he ignored her entirely, his gaze fixed on Eren.

“Eren,” Floch said crisply, his tone tinged with impatience. “The scouts are waiting. Captain Levi is ready to begin Galliard’s interrogation.”

Eren’s jaw tightened slightly, his expression unreadable as he looked at Floch. Without a word, he rose from the bed, straightening his posture as his piercing green eyes locked onto Floch.

“I’ll be there,” Eren said firmly, his voice low but commanding.

Floch gave a curt nod but couldn’t resist letting his gaze flicker toward Aurora one last time. He didn’t trust her—not now, not ever. She was a distraction, dangerous, a liability, and he feared what further damage her presence might cause.

Eren caught the subtle shift in Floch’s expression, his brow furrowing slightly, but he chose not to address it. Turning back to Aurora, his expression softened, and he cupped her face gently.

“I’ll be back soon,” he said, his tone softening for her.

Aurora nodded, her eyes still glossy from their earlier conversation. “Okay,” she whispered.

Eren stepped past Floch, his demeanor sharpening as he left the room. Floch trailed after him, his own thoughts still simmering with resentment.

As they headed toward the basement where Levi and the scouts awaited, Floch dared to speak up. “You’re being too soft on her,” he said quietly, his tone just barely masking his disapproval.

Eren stopped mid-step and turned, his expression so cold it made Floch’s words catch in his throat.

“Watch your mouth,” Eren warned, his voice sharp and cutting. “That’s my wife you’re talking about.”

Floch swallowed hard but didn’t reply, his frustration bubbling just below the surface as he followed Eren the rest of the way in silence.

But Eren’s irritation simmered beneath his calm exterior as he walked alongside Floch toward the basement. His annoyance wasn’t new—Floch had a knack for getting under his skin—but the audacity to involve Aurora in his petty critiques was the last straw. It was one thing for Floch to be insubordinate or to question orders, but dragging Aurora into it? That was a line Eren wouldn’t tolerate being crossed.

Truth be told, Floch’s attitude grated on him. Ever since Floch had taken it upon himself to hunt down Levi and Mikasa without permission, Eren had found it increasingly difficult to even look at the man. Floch’s actions were reckless, and his blatant opposition to Aurora, though subtle, wasn’t lost on Eren. Yet, as much as Eren disliked him, he grudgingly acknowledged his utility. Floch had proven to be an effective leader for the Jaegerists, rallying them when the old brass faltered. His conviction, while often misguided, was unshakable, and the Jaegerists followed him without hesitation.

It was convenience, nothing more. Floch was a tool, a necessary evil to keep the Jaegerists in line. Beyond that, Eren couldn’t care less about him.

The sound of their boots echoed against the stone walls as they approached the basement. The air between them was thick with tension, but neither said a word. Floch’s silence was unusual—likely a calculated move to avoid provoking Eren further after his earlier remarks. Eren’s expression was unreadable, his green eyes fixed ahead, but his clenched fists betrayed his simmering anger.

When they reached the basement, Mikasa was already there, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed. Her dark eyes flicked between Eren and Floch, immediately sensing the tension between them. She raised a brow slightly but said nothing, opting instead to observe.

Eren pushed the heavy door open, revealing the dimly lit space where Levi was waiting. Porco was restrained in the center of the room, his limbs still healing from Levi’s earlier assault. His sharp gaze flickered to the newcomers.

Levi stood near Porco, arms crossed, his expression as sharp as ever. “Took you long enough,” Levi said flatly, his voice carrying its usual edge. “I was starting to think you were having a tea party upstairs.”

Eren ignored the remark, stepping inside and allowing the door to close behind him. Floch followed, his posture rigid as he positioned himself near the wall. Mikasa remained in the doorway, her gaze shifting between the occupants of the room.

Porco’s smirk widened as his eyes landed on Eren. “Jaeger,” he drawled, his tone mocking. “I was wondering when you’d show up.”

Eren didn’t respond immediately, his gaze locking onto Porco with an intensity that made the room feel smaller. “You’ve been real comfortable here for someone who was supposed to kill Historia,” Eren said coldly, his voice low and dangerous.

Porco’s smirk didn’t falter. “What can I say? Your queen has a way of changing a man’s priorities.”

Levi’s expression darkened, his hand instinctively moving toward his blade. Mikasa tensed slightly, her eyes narrowing at Porco’s remark. Floch’s lips curled into a sneer, his disdain for Porco evident.

Eren took a step closer, his green eyes burning with barely restrained fury. “You don’t get to talk about her,” he said, his voice sharp enough to cut. “Not after everything you’ve done.”

Porco raised a brow, his smirk finally fading. “Funny. You’re angry with me, but your real problem should be with the people around you. Your wife, your queen—seems like everyone’s keeping secrets from you.”

Eren’s jaw clenched, his fists tightening at his sides. The mention of Aurora was like a spark to dry kindling, reigniting his simmering frustration. Mikasa noticed the subtle shift in his posture and took a small step forward, ready to intervene if necessary.

Levi’s voice cut through the tension. “If you’re done playing therapist, we’re here to get answers, not hear your opinions.” His tone was icy, his patience clearly wearing thin.

Eren exhaled sharply through his nose, his gaze never leaving Porco. “Start talking,” he said, his voice steady but laced with an undercurrent of anger. “Why are you really here? And don’t waste my time.”

Porco’s gaze flickered between the group, his smirk replaced by a wary expression. The tension in the room was palpable, the weight of the situation pressing down on everyone. Floch shifted uncomfortably against the wall, his usual arrogance momentarily muted by the intensity of the moment.

The tension in the room thickened as the door creaked open and Hange and Armin stepped inside, their expressions somber. They exchanged brief glances with the others before focusing on Porco, who sat chained and bloodied in the center of the room. Mikasa stood behind him, her blades drawn, her sharp gaze fixed on his every move.

Levi leaned against the table, his arms crossed, his glare unwavering. “You’re going to tell us everything,” he said coldly, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Every detail of what you’ve done since you landed on Paradis. And if I even think you’re lying, you won’t have hands to bite anymore.”

Porco’s jaw tightened, but he nodded. “Fine. I’ll tell you everything.”

“Start talking,” Levi snapped.

Porco took a deep breath, his gaze briefly flickering to Eren, whose narrowed eyes burned with distrust. “After the Cart, Armored, and I failed to capture your wife or kill your queen during the first attack, I stayed behind. I... I couldn’t leave,” he admitted, his voice wavering slightly. “I’ve been hiding in the woods near the compound, meeting with Historia.”

“And what exactly have you two been doing?” Levi pressed, his voice sharp.

Porco hesitated, glancing at the floor. “Talking. Planning. We tried to figure out a way to stop all this—stop the Rumbling, stop Marley, stop the killing. But every plan we came up with fell apart. Every path led to someone dying, whether it was Paradis or Marley. There’s no winning here. Someone has to lose. And the truth is, it’s going to take blood to end this, no matter which side you’re on.”

The room grew heavy with his words, the weight of the revelation settling on everyone’s shoulders. Armin shifted uncomfortably, his brows furrowed as he exchanged a worried glance with Hange. Mikasa’s grip on her blades tightened, her knuckles whitening. Even Levi, usually unshakable, looked grim.

Eren’s voice cut through the silence like a blade. “We already knew that,” he said bluntly, his tone laced with impatience. “You’re wasting our time. Tell us something useful. When is Marley launching their attack?”

Porco’s eyes met Eren’s, and he let out a dry laugh. “You’re just as ruthless as they said. But fine, I’ll tell you. Marley’s gathering their forces. They’ll launch a full-scale attack in five months. Maybe six if their alliance with the Global Allied Forces holds steady.”

Eren’s jaw tightened. “And Zeke?”

Porco hesitated again, glancing between the faces in the room. “Zeke’s on his way here. He’s supposed to rendezvous with your forces in two months.”

The air in the room shifted. Levi’s eyes narrowed. Mikasa adjusted her stance slightly, her blades glinting under the dim light. Hange rubbed her chin thoughtfully, her mind already racing with the implications.

Armin broke the silence, his voice quieter but no less resolute. “So it’s true. Zeke’s still part of Marley’s plan. Eren, you... you don’t have to do this.”

Eren’s gaze snapped to Armin, his green eyes hard. “Do what?”

“The Rumbling,” Armin said, his voice firm. “There has to be another way.”

“There isn’t,” Eren replied sharply, his tone cutting. “You’ve seen what Marley and the world think of us. You’ve seen what they’re willing to do. They’re not going to stop until every last one of us is dead. The Rumbling is the only way to ensure Paradis survives.”

Armin stepped closer, his expression pleading. “Eren, you’re talking about genocide. Millions of people. There has to be another solution. We just... we need more time.”

“Time we don’t have,” Eren shot back. “You think Marley’s going to give us time to figure this out? They’re coming, Armin. They’re bringing their armies, their bombs, their hatred. And when they get here, they won’t care about negotiations or peace. They’ll destroy us. All of us.”

The room fell silent again, the weight of Eren’s words hanging heavy in the air. Hange adjusted her glasses, her expression conflicted. Mikasa’s gaze flickered between Eren and Armin, her own thoughts carefully guarded.

Levi finally spoke, his voice low and steady. “We’re not here to debate philosophy. We need to focus on the threat at hand. If Zeke’s coming in two months, we need to prepare. The enemy isn’t going to wait for us to sort out our moral dilemmas.”

Eren nodded, his gaze shifting back to Porco. “You’re going to tell us everything you know about Marley’s plans. Every detail.”

Porco stared at him for a moment before nodding reluctantly. “Fine.”

As the interrogation continued, the tension in the room remained thick. But for Eren, his thoughts kept drifting back to Aurora—her fear, her tears, her guilt. He pushed the thoughts aside, forcing himself to focus. There was no room for weakness now. Not with everything at stake.

…

Meanwhile, Historia paced the confines of her quarters, her chest tight with guilt. Aurora’s distressed face lingered in her mind, the hurt and fear in her friend’s eyes weighing heavily on her. She had been selfish. No matter how much she justified her actions with Porco, involving Aurora had been wrong. She should’ve handled it on her own.

Determined to set things right, Historia squared her shoulders and moved toward the door. Two Jaegerist guards were stationed outside, arms crossed, their postures rigid.

“Where are you going, Your Majesty?” one of them asked, stepping into her path.

“I’m going to see Aurora,” Historia said firmly, her tone brooking no argument.

The second guard frowned. “Under Floch’s orders, we’re to keep you confined to your quarters.”

Historia’s jaw tightened. “Confined? Am I a prisoner now?”

The first guard hesitated. “It’s for your safety, Your Majesty—”

Historia’s voice sharpened, cutting through his excuse. “I am the Queen of the Walls. My safety is my concern, not Floch’s. I will not be confined in my own home.”

The guards exchanged uncertain looks, but neither dared defy her further. With a nod of dismissal, Historia brushed past them, her steps resolute as she made her way to Aurora and Eren’s quarters.

But when she reached the door, she hesitated. Guilt and shame pooled in her stomach. She had been a horrible friend, asking Aurora to carry her secret for months. What had she been thinking? Taking a deep breath, she knocked softly.

The door creaked open, and Aurora stood there, her eyes wide with surprise. Her face was pale, her eyes rimmed red from crying. 

“Historia?” Aurora’s voice was soft, almost disbelieving. “What are you doing here?”

“I needed to see you,” Historia said, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation. She shut the door behind her and turned to face her friend. “Aurora, I owe you an apology.”

Aurora blinked, taken aback. “Apology?”

“Yes.” Historia’s voice trembled slightly, but she pressed on. “I was selfish. I never should’ve asked you to keep my secret. It wasn’t fair to you, and it put you in an impossible position. You’ve been nothing but kind to me, and I used that kindness for my own benefit. I’m so sorry, Aurora.”

Aurora stared at her, her hands resting protectively over her growing baby bump. Her lips trembled, and she shook her head. “I just wanted to help you, Historia. You’ve been such a good friend to me, the first real friend I’ve ever had. I didn’t want to let you down. But I—” Her voice broke, and she looked away. “I realize now that I shouldn’t have kept it from Eren.”

“You’re right,” Historia said softly. “You shouldn’t have. I should’ve handled it on my own. I didn’t think about what it would mean for you to keep this secret. I put you in an awful position, and I hate that I did that to you.”

Aurora’s gaze flickered back to Historia, tears shining in her eyes. “Eren was so hurt. He’s never talked to me like that before. It’s my fault.”

“It’s my fault,” Historia said firmly, taking a step closer. “Don’t blame yourself for my mistakes. I dragged you into this mess, and I’m going to fix it. I promise.”

Aurora looked at her for a long moment before finally nodding. “Thank you,” she whispered.

Historia reached out and took Aurora’s hands, squeezing them gently. “You’re a better person than I deserve as a friend. I’m so sorry, Aurora. I’ll do whatever it takes to make this right.”

The two women stood there for a moment, a fragile but genuine understanding passing between them. For the first time in weeks, Aurora felt a flicker of relief. Maybe, just maybe, they could both find a way to fix the chaos that had unfolded.

…

Back with the scouts, the room was thick with tension as Eren, Levi, Hange, Armin, and Floch huddled together, discussing their next moves. The interrogation of Porco Galliard had been exhausting, yielding a trove of critical information about Marley’s military plans and the timeline of their invasion. Six months. That’s all they had left. But Zeke’s arrival in two months complicated things even further.

Hange leaned against the table, arms crossed, her brows furrowed in deep thought. “Porco’s information is valuable, I’ll give him that. The details he gave us about Marley’s military coordination could give us an edge if we use them strategically.”

Armin nodded in agreement, his hands clasped in front of him as he spoke. “If we combine his knowledge with ours, we might be able to come up with a plan that doesn’t involve the Rumbling. Maybe... maybe there’s a way to target Marley’s leadership or military infrastructure without resorting to genocide. If we’re smart about it, we can buy time.”

Eren let out a sharp exhale, his arms folded tightly across his chest. His green eyes were dark with mistrust. “Porco’s information is only as useful as the truth behind it. How do we know he’s not feeding us lies to stall or manipulate us? He’s a Marleyan soldier—one trained to hate us.”

Mikasa stood beside Eren, her hand on her blade’s hilt, her expression unreadable. “Eren’s right. We can’t let our guard down around him. Just because he’s in chains doesn’t mean he’s not dangerous.”

Floch scoffed from his corner of the room, his face twisted with disdain. “You’re all wasting time debating whether or not to trust him. It’s simple. We feed him to someone loyal to us, someone we can actually trust, and gain the Jaw Titan’s power for Paradis. We don’t need him alive.”

Hange turned sharply toward Floch, her voice laced with irritation. “Do you ever stop thinking with your fists, Floch? Porco’s not just a titan shifter. He’s a resource. If we lose him, we lose access to Marleyan strategy, insights, and potentially any connections we might exploit. We can’t afford to squander that.”

Armin interjected, his voice calm but firm. “And feeding him to someone isn’t as simple as you make it sound, Floch. Choosing a successor isn’t something we can do lightly. If we make the wrong choice, we could end up in a worse position.”

Floch crossed his arms, glaring at Armin. “You’re just delaying the inevitable, Armin. He’s the enemy, and keeping him alive is a liability. What if he escapes? What if he betrays us?”

Levi, who had been silently observing the argument, finally spoke, his tone icy. “Porco isn’t going anywhere. As long as I’m here, he won’t get the chance to try anything. But Floch isn’t entirely wrong. The Jaw Titan’s power in the hands of someone we trust would give us an edge.”

Eren’s gaze hardened as he leaned forward, addressing the room. “Zeke’s arrival changes everything. Once he’s here, I’m going to make contact with him and activate the Rumbling. That’s the only plan that guarantees our survival. We can’t afford to waste time chasing alternatives that won’t work.”

Armin’s frustration bubbled over, and he slammed his hands on the table. “And what about the rest of the world, Eren? Do you really think wiping out countless lives is the only way to secure peace? You’re not even giving us a chance to find another way!”

Eren glared at Armin, his voice cold and resolute. “I’ve given you plenty of time, Armin. You’ve spent months trying to come up with a better solution, and where has it gotten us? Nowhere. Marley is coming for us, and we can’t negotiate with people who want us dead. It’s us or them.”

The room fell silent, the weight of Eren’s words settling heavily over them. Hange sighed, rubbing her temples. “We need to think about the bigger picture. Porco’s information could give us leverage, but we need to be smart about how we use it.”

Floch, unrelenting, muttered under his breath, “Or we could stop wasting time and take action.”

Levi’s sharp gaze snapped to Floch, silencing him immediately. “Enough. We’ll keep Porco alive for now. But if he so much as twitches the wrong way, I’ll handle it personally.”

Hange nodded, trying to lighten the mood slightly. “And maybe we should all take a moment to breathe. We’re not going to solve this tonight.”

Eren, still seething, turned away from the group. “I’m done here. You can keep debating if you want, but I’ve made up my mind.”

Without waiting for a response, he strode toward the door, his mind already racing. He couldn’t shake the image of Aurora’s tear-streaked face from earlier. He’d deal with her betrayal later. For now, his focus had to be on the battle ahead.

Mikasa watched him leave, her expression unreadable. “He’s not going to change his mind.”

Hange sighed, leaning back against the wall. “No, he won’t. But we still have to try.”

As the door shut behind Eren, the room fell into an uneasy silence, the weight of their collective decisions hanging heavy in the air.

But Eren halted in his tracks as he stepped into the hallway, surprised to see Historia standing there, her posture tense and defiant. Right behind her was Aurora, her head bowed slightly, still trailing after the queen. She was supposed to be resting, and Historia wasn’t supposed to leave her quarters under Floch’s orders. What were they doing here?

Eren’s brow furrowed in irritation, his voice sharp. “Historia, what are you doing here? You’re supposed to be in your quarters.”

Historia didn’t flinch under his tone. Instead, she straightened her back, her chin held high. “I’m here to see Porco.”

Aurora shifted uncomfortably beside her, avoiding Eren’s gaze. The tension between them from earlier was still palpable, and Eren’s jaw clenched as he glanced briefly at his wife before returning his glare to Historia.

“No,” Eren said bluntly. “You shouldn’t even be here right now. Porco’s fine, but you’re not seeing him.”

“I don’t need your permission,” Historia shot back, stepping closer. “I’m the queen, Eren. I have a right to see him.”

Eren’s frustration bubbled over. “The only thing you have a right to do is stay safe. You should be guarded right now, not wandering around the compound.”

Historia didn’t back down, her voice firm. “I’m not here to argue about my safety. I want to see Porco.”

Eren scoffed and crossed his arms, his eyes narrowing. “The answer is still no. He’s under heavy surveillance for a reason.”

At that moment, the door to the interrogation room opened, and Levi emerged, dragging Porco by his chains. Porco’s eyes immediately darted to Historia, his expression softening for a brief moment before he forced himself to look away. Levi’s sharp gaze flicked between Historia and Porco, his irritation obvious.

“Great,” Levi muttered under his breath. “More love drama. Just what we need.”

Historia stepped forward, her determination unwavering. “Captain, I need to speak with him.”

Levi raised an unimpressed eyebrow, his tone flat. “No, you don’t. And he’s not speaking to you.”

“Why not?” Historia demanded, her voice rising in frustration. “You’ve already interrogated him. What harm could it do?”

Levi rolled his eyes, his patience clearly wearing thin. “For starters, he’s under surveillance. Until he proves he’s not a threat, he’s staying far away from you. That’s non-negotiable.”

Historia clenched her fists, her face flushing with indignation. “I can make my own decisions, Captain.”

Levi’s tone grew sharper. “Not when they involve endangering everyone else on this island because of some foolish romance.”

Porco bristled at Levi’s words, his voice tight. “Don’t talk to her like that.”

Levi turned to him with a steely glare, his blades glinting faintly at his sides. “And you—shut up. You’re lucky you’re still breathing.”

Historia opened her mouth to argue further, but Levi held up a hand, cutting her off. “Enough. I need to debrief you, alone.”

Historia’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Excuse me? You can’t just—”

“I can, and I will,” Levi interrupted, his tone leaving no room for argument. “We need to make sure your stories line up. I’m not taking any chances that you’ve been influenced by this idiot.”

Porco stiffened at the insult, but Levi’s cold glare kept him silent. Historia, however, wasn’t so easily silenced.

“I’m not some criminal, Captain,” she said, her voice tight with anger. “I’ve done nothing wrong.”

Levi’s expression didn’t waver. “Maybe not, but I’m not risking the safety of everyone here just because you decided to play house with the enemy.”

Historia’s cheeks flushed with both anger and embarrassment. She turned to Eren for support, but his expression was unreadable. His gaze flicked briefly to Aurora, who stood silently beside Historia, her hands resting protectively over her bump.

“Captain Levi’s right,” Eren said finally, his voice quiet but firm. “You need to clear this up.”

Historia’s shoulders sagged slightly, the fight draining out of her. She gave Levi a sharp nod, her eyes blazing. “Fine. Let’s get this over with.”

Levi gestured for her to follow, giving a sharp tug on Porco’s chains as he began dragging him back toward the holding cell. As they moved away, Floch appeared in the hallway, his expression smug as he took up position near Historia’s quarters, clearly prepared to enforce Eren’s earlier orders.

Eren turned his gaze to Aurora, his expression softening slightly. He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Aurora, you should be resting. Go back to our quarters.”

Aurora hesitated, glancing at Historia’s retreating figure before nodding reluctantly. She began to turn away, her heart heavy with guilt and worry. As she walked back down the hall, she could feel Eren’s eyes lingering on her, the weight of his unspoken thoughts pressing heavily against her back.

Her steps grew heavier with each passing second as she walked toward the quarters she shared with Eren. Her mind, already fragile from the guilt and tension between them, spiraled into a whirlwind of tormenting memories.

The lies to Eren—her partner, her husband—gnawed at her conscience. The chilling image of the "ghost" haunted her. The memory of being hunted and nearly kidnapped flashed vividly, her breaths growing shallow. She could still feel the weight of the blade in her hand when she nearly killed Captain Levi, the Premier’s blood on her hands when she ended his life, and the chaos of the raid on Liberio filled her ears with the echoes of gunfire and screams.

Her knees wobbled as the image of the Marleyan soldiers she killed in the cabin surfaced, their lifeless faces etched in her memory. Then came the memory of Eren, his hands wrapped around a man’s throat, the life draining from his victim’s body as she watched helplessly. She was drowning in the horrors she had lived through—her life as a slave, her mother’s slow and agonizing death, and the sight of her father being consumed by Lara Tybur, who became the War Hammer Titan.

Her breaths hitched as the memories kept coming, crashing over her like relentless waves. Aurora’s steps faltered, her shoulders trembling as sobs wracked her body. She stopped entirely, clutching her baby bump instinctively as her vision blurred with tears. She couldn’t breathe—her chest was tight, and her heart pounded erratically. Panic clawed at her, gripping her throat like a vice.

Eren, who had been watching her walk away, immediately noticed her faltering steps and the way her shoulders shook. The sight of Aurora breaking down struck him like a dagger to the heart. In an instant, he was moving, his feet carrying him to her side in long strides.

“Aurora,” he said firmly but gently as he reached her, his hands immediately coming to rest on her shoulders. She flinched slightly at his touch but turned toward him, her tear-streaked face crumpled in anguish. Her wide, panicked eyes met his, and Eren felt his chest tighten.

“I-I can’t,” Aurora stammered, her voice shaking. “I can’t do this anymore, Eren. It’s too much—everything is too much.” Her words were barely coherent between her sobs.

Eren cupped her face with both hands, his thumbs brushing away the tears streaming down her cheeks. “Hey, hey, look at me,” he said softly, his voice steady even as worry churned in his stomach. “Breathe, Aurora. You need to breathe. Deep breaths, okay? Focus on me.”

She tried to do as he said, but her breaths were shallow and erratic, her body trembling. Eren leaned closer, his forehead touching hers as he whispered, “You’re safe, Aurora. I’ve got you. Nothing’s going to happen to you or the baby. Just breathe with me.”

He inhaled deeply, exaggerating the motion for her to see, and then exhaled slowly. Aurora struggled but tried to follow his lead, taking a shaky breath in and letting it out unevenly. Eren stayed with her, breathing with her until her panic began to subside. Her sobs quieted to soft whimpers, though her tears still fell.

“I’m sorry,” Aurora whispered, her voice breaking. “I’m so sorry for everything—for lying, for putting everyone in danger, for being weak—”

“You’re not weak,” Eren interrupted, his tone firm. “You’ve been through hell, Aurora. Anyone would break under what you’ve had to endure, but you’re still standing. You’re the strongest person I know.”

Aurora shook her head, tears spilling anew. “It doesn’t feel that way. I feel like I’m falling apart.”

Eren’s hands moved to cradle the back of her head, pulling her into his chest. “You don’t have to hold it together all the time. That’s why I’m here, Aurora. To catch you when you feel like you’re falling.” He rested his chin on top of her head, his arms wrapped protectively around her. “I’m not going anywhere, and you’re not alone in this.”

She clung to him, her hands fisting in the fabric of his shirt as she cried into his chest. Eren held her tightly, his own heart heavy as he felt the depth of her pain. He kissed the top of her head and whispered, “You’re not weak, and you’re not alone. We’re in this together, Aurora. Always.”

Aurora’s breathing gradually evened out, and she nodded against his chest, her sobs subsiding. She pulled back slightly, looking up at him with red-rimmed eyes. “I love you, Eren,” she whispered, her voice raw.

“I love you too,” he replied without hesitation, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. “More than anything.”

He leaned down and kissed her forehead, letting his lips linger there for a moment before guiding her back toward their quarters. “Come on. Let’s get you off your feet. You need to rest.”

Aurora nodded, letting Eren lead her back inside. Despite the lingering weight of her emotions, she felt a small flicker of comfort in his unwavering presence.

He guided Aurora to their room with gentle care, helping her ease into the bed. He brushed her hair from her face as she sat on the edge, her eyes still puffy and red from crying. Her body was exhausted, but the whirlwind of emotions and memories left her mind restless. Eren knelt in front of her, unlacing her boots and setting them aside before wrapping her in the warmest embrace he could muster.

“You’ve done enough for today,” he murmured softly, his hand rubbing soothing circles on her back. “You need to rest.”

Aurora nodded weakly, letting Eren guide her into the bed. He pulled the blanket over her and slid in beside her, wrapping his arms protectively around her. She nestled into his chest, her head tucked under his chin, and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against her ear began to soothe her frayed nerves. His fingers combed gently through her hair as he whispered, “I’m here, Aurora. You’re safe. Nothing’s going to hurt you.”

Her breathing evened out, and before long, she slipped into a deep sleep. Eren sighed in relief, holding her a little tighter. His heart ached seeing her like this, but he was grateful that, at least for now, she had found a little peace in his arms.

But Aurora’s "dreams" were unlike any she had ever experienced before. The warmth of Eren’s embrace faded, and she found herself standing in an otherworldly expanse. The sky above was dark, but not menacing, illuminated by a network of glowing paths that stretched infinitely in all directions, crisscrossing the air like celestial rivers. At the center of this ethereal realm stood a massive, otherworldly tree-like structure, its gnarled roots and branches twisting and sprawling in a way that defied logic. The sight was breathtaking, and Aurora was struck with awe and confusion.

“Where… am I?” she whispered, her voice echoing faintly.

Her wonder quickly turned to unease as she caught sight of her "ghost." The pale blonde girl stood a short distance away, her vacant, sorrowful eyes fixed on Aurora’s belly as usual. Aurora stiffened instinctively, her heart racing with fear. But this time, something held her back from running or screaming. There was no malice in the child’s gaze—only overwhelming grief and sadness.

Aurora’s breath hitched as she forced herself to stand still, her eyes never leaving the ghostly figure. “Who are you?” she asked softly, her voice trembling but curious. “What do you want from me?”

The girl didn’t answer. Instead, she took a hesitant step forward, her bare feet soundless against the shimmering path. Aurora’s pulse quickened as the girl closed the distance between them, her small hand reaching out. Before Aurora could react, the girl’s cold fingers brushed her forehead.

It was as if a bolt of lightning had struck Aurora. Her vision blurred, and a jarring sensation overtook her as she felt her consciousness being yanked out of her body and placed into another. Her surroundings changed abruptly. She was no longer in the strange, celestial realm but in a dark room illuminated only by the dim glow of an oil lamp hanging on the wall. The air smelled faintly of coffee, and she saw a steaming mug on the table in front of her.

Aurora’s senses felt strange and foreign, as if her body didn’t belong to her. She noticed the petite, frazzled-looking brunette standing across from her. There was something hauntingly familiar about the woman, but Aurora couldn’t place where she’d seen her before.

Her gaze drifted to the mirror on the wall. She turned to it hesitantly, and when she saw her reflection, a scream tore from her throat. Staring back at her was a tall, scruffy man with long, unkempt blonde hair and a beard. His piercing eyes held a resemblance to Eren’s, but they were sharper, colder. Aurora stumbled back, her hands flying to her face, only to find that the reflection moved with her.

“What is this?!” she cried out, her voice echoing unnaturally. Her senses spun as panic clawed at her chest.

…

Aurora jolted awake with a scream, her body trembling violently as she clutched at her chest. She was back in her bed, in her quarters, but the feeling of displacement and the terrifying vision of the man in the mirror lingered. Her heart pounded wildly, and her skin was clammy with sweat.

“Aurora!” Eren exclaimed, sitting up in alarm. He reached for her, his hands resting firmly on her shoulders. “What happened? Are you okay?!”

She stared at him, her wide, terrified eyes searching his face as if trying to confirm that he was real. “I-I don’t know,” she stammered, her voice shaky and raw. “I saw… something… someone.”

Eren pulled her into his arms, cradling her against his chest as he rocked her gently. “It was just a nightmare,” he whispered, though his own worry crept into his tone. “You’re safe now. Whatever you saw—it’s not real.”

Aurora clung to him, her breaths coming in short, uneven gasps. “Eren, it felt so real,” she murmured. “I don’t know what’s happening to me.”

Eren’s jaw tightened as he held her close, stroking her hair in an attempt to calm her. His mind raced with questions and unease. Something was clearly happening to Aurora, something beyond her control. And Eren vowed to get to the bottom of it—whatever it took.

…

Meanwhile on the other side of the sea in Liberio…

The dimly lit room was suffocating, its silence broken only by the rhythmic ticking of a clock on the wall. An oil lamp flickered faintly, casting long shadows that seemed to dance with unease as Pieck and Reiner stood before Zeke Jaeger. A steaming mug of coffee was on the table in front of him and the air was thick with tension, their faces grim. Marley’s plans to massacre the Eldians were no secret to them, and the weight of their next steps pressed heavily on their shoulders.

Pieck crossed her arms, her usual sly demeanor replaced by a rare seriousness. “We can’t do this alone, Zeke,” she began, her voice steady but low. “You know what the generals are planning. They want to wipe us out—our families, everyone in the internment zone. They’ve decided they don’t need us anymore.”

Reiner, standing beside her, nodded. His jaw was clenched, the familiar haunted look in his eyes even more pronounced. “This isn’t just about Paradis anymore. They’re not going to stop with the island. Marley wants to end every Eldian life—ours included.”

Zeke sat at the table, his fingers laced under his chin as he listened. The light of the oil lamp above cast shadows on his face, obscuring his expression. He looked contemplative, though not in the way Pieck and Reiner had hoped.

Pieck leaned forward, her tone growing more urgent. “You’re the only one who can help us, Zeke. You’ve always been a step ahead. If we can find a way to stop this genocide, we need to act now.”

Zeke’s eyes shifted to meet hers, but there was something detached in his gaze. He exhaled slowly. “I’ve known about Marley’s plans for some time now,” he admitted.

Reiner stiffened, his fists clenching at his sides. “And you’ve done nothing? They’re planning to kill everyone. Your own people.”

Zeke’s lips curled into a faint, almost pitying smile. “I don’t think you understand, Reiner. My plan goes far beyond what Marley intends. If we succeed in making contact with Eren, we can use the Founding Titan’s power to put an end to this cycle of hatred. No more suffering, no more war, no more Eldians.”

Pieck frowned, confusion lacing her features. “What are you talking about?”

Zeke leaned back in his chair, his voice calm but laced with conviction. “The Euthanasia Plan,” he said. “With the Founding Titan’s power, we can render every subject of Ymir incapable of reproduction. Marley won’t need to fear us anymore. The world will no longer have a reason to hate Eldians, and we’ll fade away peacefully.”

Reiner’s face twisted with rage. “You’re talking about killing our people—our future—just to appease Marley?”

Zeke raised a hand to silence him. “I’m talking about salvation. You don’t see the bigger picture, Reiner. The hatred won’t stop. This is the only way.”

Pieck opened her mouth to argue, but before she could, Zeke’s body stiffened. His eyes widened as if he’d been struck, and he let out a strangled scream that echoed in the small room. Pieck and Reiner exchanged alarmed looks as Zeke’s hand shot to his forehead.

“Zeke!” Pieck stepped forward, her voice laced with concern. “What’s wrong?”

But Zeke wasn’t in the room anymore.

He was standing in a place he’d only seen fleetingly in the past: the Paths. The dark sky stretched endlessly above him, and the massive tree-like structure loomed in the distance, its roots sprawling in every direction. Zeke’s heart raced as he took in the scene, his mind spinning with confusion and dread. Why was he here now?

Then he saw her.

A little girl stood nearby, her blank eyes staring ahead. The sight sent a chill down Zeke’s spine—he recognized her. She was the same child who appeared each time he visited the Paths, the very essence of the Founding Titan’s power. Ymir Fritz.

But this time, she wasn’t alone.

Standing beside her was a woman—petite, graceful, and radiant. Her distinct platinum blonde hair shimmered faintly in the dim light, cascading down her back like a waterfall of moonlight. Her eyes were closed, her expression serene yet haunting. Something about the shape of her face struck Zeke as eerily familiar.

His breath caught in his throat. “No… it can’t be.”

The woman’s resemblance to Dina, his mother, was uncanny. But it wasn’t Dina. And that hair… Zeke had heard stories of her—Eren’s wife. Aurora Jaeger.

“What is this?” Zeke whispered, his voice trembling. “Why is she here?”

His mind raced with possibilities. This should have been impossible. Aurora wasn’t a Titan shifter. She wasn’t even supposed to have access to the Paths. Unless…

The thought made Zeke’s stomach drop. Could she be a member of the royal family?

Before he could process the revelation, the little girl reached out and touched Aurora’s hand, and the scene began to blur and fade. Zeke felt himself being pulled back, the ethereal world of the Paths slipping away like sand through his fingers.

Zeke jolted back into his body with a gasp, his eyes wide and wild. He was disoriented, his heart hammering in his chest as if he’d run a marathon. Pieck was leaning over him, her brows furrowed with concern.

“Zeke!” she exclaimed. “What happened? You screamed.”

Zeke’s hand went to his chest as he tried to steady his breathing. He looked at Pieck, then at Reiner, but he couldn’t bring himself to answer. His mind was spinning, replaying the vision over and over.

Aurora Jaeger… in the Paths.

It was impossible, yet it had happened. And if she was truly connected to the royal family… the implications were staggering.

His mind was spinning like a wheel in mud, unable to find traction. He clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms as he paced the dimly lit room. The oil lamp on the wall flickered, casting jagged shadows that seemed to taunt his chaotic thoughts. Pieck and Reiner exchanged confused glances, their concern mounting as they watched him unravel.

“Zeke,” Pieck said carefully, her voice calm but firm. “What the hell just happened? You looked like you saw a ghost.”

Zeke froze mid-step, his eyes narrowing as if she’d hit too close to the truth. He turned to her slowly, his face unreadable, but the tension in his body betrayed his inner turmoil.

“Did you…” He hesitated, his voice tight. “Did you see anything unusual? Hear anything?”

Pieck frowned, crossing her arms. “No. You screamed, asked “What is this?” and went pale. That’s why I’m asking you what’s going on.”

Reiner stepped forward, his towering frame looming over Zeke. “We don’t have time for you to keep secrets, Zeke. If something’s wrong, you need to tell us.”

Zeke’s jaw tightened as he weighed his options. Should he tell them? Could he tell them? This wasn’t just about him anymore; this revelation had seismic implications. If Aurora Jaeger was connected to the royal family, it changed everything. It wasn’t just a coincidence that she had appeared in the Paths. It couldn’t be.

“I… need to think,” Zeke finally said, his voice low but steady. He turned away from them, running a hand through his hair as he tried to organize his thoughts. “Give me a moment.”

Pieck’s brow furrowed deeply. “You need to think? Zeke, you screamed like you were dying. What happened to you? Are you sick? Did something happen in your head?”

“Pieck, I said I need a moment!” Zeke snapped, the rare outburst startling both her and Reiner into silence.

Pieck exchanged a wary look with Reiner, who crossed his arms but said nothing. She sighed and leaned against the table, keeping her sharp eyes on Zeke as he turned his back to them.

Zeke’s mind raced as he replayed the vision in the Paths. The little girl—Ymir Fritz, without a doubt—had been standing there. That part wasn’t new to him. But the woman… Aurora. Her platinum blonde hair, her serene yet otherworldly presence—it couldn’t have been a hallucination. She wasn’t a Titan shifter. She shouldn’t have been there.

Unless…

Zeke swallowed hard, his throat dry. The only explanation that made sense was one that filled him with equal parts dread and fascination: Aurora Jaeger must truly be tied to the royal bloodline.

But how? His mother, Dina Fritz had been the last known royal, and she was long dead. His mother had told him once she had a younger cousin who supposedly died that she grew up withm but she never went into detail about her. And besides, the intelligience they from the Tyburs shows that Aurora Jaeger was born to an Eldian slave who worked for the Tyburs and a Marlyean who also worked for the family. Those two were far from any royal connections.

 It didn’t add up, yet the Paths didn’t lie. Ymir Fritz didn’t manifest someone there unless they were significant.

“Zeke!” Reiner’s sharp tone cut through his spiraling thoughts, grounding him back to the present. “Enough. You need to explain what’s going on.”

Zeke sighed heavily and turned back to face them, his expression grim. “I… I saw something,” he admitted, his voice quiet but deliberate.

“What kind of something?” Pieck pressed, her arms still crossed but her posture less rigid.

Zeke hesitated. Should he tell them everything? The weight of the revelation pressed against his chest. He settled on partial truth. “It was in the Paths,” he said. “Something… unexpected happened.”

“The Paths?” Reiner repeated, his eyes narrowing. “You mean the Coordinate?”

Zeke nodded. “It’s more than that. It’s a connection to Ymir Fritz. To the Founding Titan’s power.”

“And what did you see?” Pieck asked, her voice cautious now.

Zeke’s eyes flickered toward them, measuring their reactions. “Aurora Jaeger,” he said finally, his words heavy with implication.

Reiner and Pieck froze, their confusion palpable. “Aurora?” Pieck said, disbelief coloring her tone. “Eren’s wife? How? She’s not a Titan shifter.”

“That’s what I thought too,” Zeke said, pacing again. “But she was there. In the Paths. Standing beside Ymir Fritz.”

Reiner’s brow furrowed deeply, his arms falling to his sides. “That doesn’t make sense. Why would she be there?”

Zeke’s lips pressed into a thin line. “There’s only one explanation I can think of. She might be… connected to the royal bloodline.”

Pieck’s eyes widened slightly, but her skepticism remained. “That’s a pretty big leap, Zeke. Aurora was a slave in Marley. How could she be related to royalty?”

“I don’t know,” Zeke admitted, frustration leaking into his voice. “But it’s the only thing that makes sense. Ymir doesn’t bring just anyone to the Paths. It has to mean something.”

Reiner shook his head, his expression clouded with doubt. “This doesn’t change anything. Royal or not, Aurora’s not going to stop Marley’s plans or help us figure out a way to end this.”

Zeke stopped pacing and looked at them both, his gaze intense. “It changes everything,” he said. “If Aurora has royal blood, it means she has a connection to the Founder’s power.”

Pieck and Reiner exchanged uneasy looks, the gravity of Zeke’s words sinking in.

“So what do we do?” Pieck asked finally, her voice quieter than usual.

Zeke’s expression darkened. “We find out the truth. And we use it to our advantage.”

~

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[mommypieck]

⌗︙・asking them to put on a condom ⸜⸜・

jjk & aot

this can't be happening to him, it's just a joke you're playing on him. he can feel his eye twitching at your words but he mouth says, "okay, no problem." why don't you want him to fuck you raw? do you not trust him? he almost cries when he sinks into your pussy with the rubber around his cock. he can't even enjoy this. the only reason he's staying hard is because he loves you. it's so much discomfort for him. but if you want it, he's not gonna say anything. he just hopes you will let him cum on your body and not into the condom. he won't let his cum go to waste. this is for you happiness and he's not happy. he quickly pulls out to cum on your stomach, but he has a trick up his sleeve.he gathers some of it on his fingers to push it right into you.

- yuuji, gojo, eren, jean, yuuta

"i wouldn't mind if something happened." and by that he means he doesn't mind if you got pregnant. are you saying he has to fuck you with condom just so you don't get pregnant? is that what you mean? he knew the risk ever since you started fucking and that's the thing that drove him to fuck you good and hard. he's trembling at the thought of you carrying his children. people fuck to reproduce and he's one of the people. he doesn't have the motivation to fuck you now that he's wearing a condom. you can't get pregnant now. he's trying so hard to think that he's sliding bare against your walls. that he's doing this he can plant his seed inside of you. he cums with a disgusted whine, all of the cum is in the condom and you're not getting pregnant. he's gonna make sure to cut off the top so he can cum inside the next time.

- reiner, geto, choso, armin, erwin

"okay." he says, it's not a problem. you feel good no matter how. and asking for condom only shows that you are not reckless and care about your heath.

- nanami, megumi, levi

no

- toji

[cottonconnielvr]

౨ৎ warnings … overstim, dirty talk, oral (fem receiving)

“o-okay eren” you whimper into your pink silk sheets. you struggle to free your wrists from eren’s hold, one of his hands pressing them into your back.

you’re laying face down ass up on the bed, eren kneeling behind you. you can barley focus on your words as you feel eren licking and sucking you everywhere. he’s being so messy, smacks feeling the room along with your cries. “okay ren, m’done” you sigh, eyes rolling into the back of your head. eren hums against your drooling cunt, sending vibrations through your body.

he continues to ignore you, stuffing your tight hole with his wet tongue, thrusting as fast as he can. “p..please i wan’ break!” your hands grip onto the mattress, trying so desperately to crawl away from the sweet torture.

you hear eren hum, gripping your hips with both hands to pull you back to him. he pulls away from your hole with a pop, leaning back to look at the mess you made. “why you running away from me, baby?” eren hums.

your hole clenched around nothing, pushing out more and more of your wetness. eren leans over your body, one of his hands rubbing up and down your back. “let me see your face” he coos, his middle finger slipping inside of your pussy. with a huff you turn your face to face eren.

he lets out a giggle at your face, your eyes are all watery and your lips are swollen. one of your lashes is also hanging down. he curls his middle finger upwards, ejecting a moan from you. “you always take it so good baby. aren’t ya so proud of yourself, hmm?” he slides in another finger, watching your facial expressions.

you whimper and clench tightly around eren’s fingers. “…cum again” you murmur out weakly. eren’s heart clenches. his little baby all fucked you, you can barley speak. “i knowww i can feel you” eren giggles to himself again. “such a good girl, taking it all” eren talks you into an even deeper headspace. all you want is him, even closer. all you can think is eren eren eren eren

without warning, your legs shake and eyes roll back. “ohhh fuckkk you’re cumming so much” eren leans back to watch you release. you squirt wetness all over his arm and onto the bedsheets. you whimper and tuck your head even deeper into the mattress.

“ good fucking girl” eren drags his fingers down your wet cunt, rubbing his thumb on your clit before leaving a hard slap on your ass. you don’t get a chance to register eren’s words before you fall into a deep slumber

[st4rbwrry]

𝒞’𝑀𝐸𝑅𝐸, 𝐵𝑅𝒜𝒯.

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

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

EREN YEAGER

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

ARMIN ARLERT

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

ONYANKOPON

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

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[chrollohearttags]

thinking about eren with facial hair…specifically him ravenously eating pussy with tons of stubble and a faint beard. Never even bothering to shave it bc he works such long, grueling hours (and honestly more so because you like the look!). Sort of neglecting his own self care to give you a life of luxury but it doesn’t even matter..not when he’s rewarded by getting to spread you open with those legs tossed over his shoulders. Anklet dangling on his upper back as he greedily feasts on your cunt. He’s breathing heavily and salivating like an animal, hungry only for you and fixated on nothing else. Juices dripping all down the sides of his cheek and his lips and tongue fixated on that swollen clit..thanks in part to you grinding your slit fiercely against it. He knows how much you love that friction so he keeps you plastered right underneath his nose. Gripping your asscheeks to make certain you can’t get away from him and he doesn’t let up until you’ve wet up every single hair on his face.

[eli0004]

Thinking of Armin cumming in his pants just from a bit of heavy kissing.

He’s already dizzy the second your tongue pushes into his mouth, so sensitive, he’s softly bucking his hips against your stomach, your thigh, whatever part of you is near enough for him to rub up against. When your hands start roaming his upper body and your lips start moving from his mouth to his neck, suckling on his ivory skin and mouthing over the shell of his ear, he quickly squeezes his thighs together and moans out loud. When you pull away, confusion etched over your features, Armin covers his face in embarrassment, parting his legs to show you the mess he’s made, staining the front of his pants.

[porcalinecunt]

𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐔𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇!

🪽 ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ how aot men would treat their himbo incubus! ~

·˚ ◌༘͙[featuring] ! ˊ 𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍, 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐍, 𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈, 𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐑

cw — ftm!reader. lots of rough sex. dumbification. overstimulation. breeding to the max. size kink. spanking. masochism(?) oral sex. throat fucking. cumshot. multiple orgasms.

◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡ author’s note! : i made this while violently down horrendous for aot men jfc i was possessed anyways! this will be my last post as im going on a trip soon, so enjoy! 🎀

₊˚ෆ 𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐑

to be blunt, eren can be a bit of a meanie! after all, you came at such a poor time. the man was too busy jerking off to whatever porn he found, desperately trying to get himself off when you came and ruined his orgasm. as if you weren’t enough of a nuisance, you proceeded to act dumb in front of an annoyed and furiously horny eren. you’re sweet babbling came to a rude halt once the brunette grabbed you by the waist and threw you onto your stomach while you faced the end of the bed. you couldn’t get a word in before you felt something pry at your soaked pussy, turning your head to see your mortal host push himself inside of you and violently snapping his hips against yours. it was only the beginning of his frustrated tirade on your poor cunt, maybe you should’ve shut your mouth or be a little more considerate of your hosts!

“h-hah..eren! g-gentle!—“ you whined like a bitch in heat, only to be met with another harsh smack on your bare ass that was littered in eren’s handprints. you couldn’t help but look back through puffy, wet eyes at the mortal who was fucking you with such ferocity. a green eyed glare made you turn away in embarrassment, before a hand forced you to face him again. god, the way he looked at you could easily rival every man you stole an orgasm from. “e-eren..” you moaned, earning you a hard snap from his hips as he leaned closer to you. the smell of cigarettes still lingered around him.

“who’s fault is it that you got yourself in this mess? hm? not me. now shut up and take my cock like a good little incubus..”

₊˚ෆ 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐈𝐍

secretly (not really tho), jean adores your naivety. even more so knowing exactly what you are, i mean, how can a literal sex demon be so stupid? a question he’ll never get answers to, but why matter? not when you finally find him in a state of carnal desire. jean will never forget your cute dumb face once you saw his hard cock out in full fuckin’ glory. he was huge, so huge, you struggled to take in his girth. pathetic kitty licks ‘n kisses on his leaking tip to helplessly grinding on his length, it only turned him on even more. enough to where you already completed your task, and yet here you were, continuously pumped full of his cum inside your ruined cunt. the best part? jean wasn’t gonna stop anytime soon, not until you stop making that stupid fucked out face that only gets him hard all over again!

seven rounds later and he still was nowhere near done. your incubus mark that rested on your womb glowed furiously in a hot pink shade, signifying your pleasure and satisfaction with your host. jean knew damn well of this, but continued to fuck you cum filled cunt as a pace only a rabbit could possibly do. “jean..! i-i can’tttt! too much! ah!” you babbled through drool soaked lips, only to be silenced by a sloppy kiss from him. he couldn’t even kiss you properly while being pussydrunk beyond oblivion. lifting you head, you watched in awe at the sight of jean stuffing your pussy full of cock, a small bump in your womb from how many times he creampied you.

“stay with me baby, i know you can take another one in you..you’re doing such a good job f’me love. shit..!”

₊˚ෆ 𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈 𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍

the short and sweet of this man is how little he takes your bullshit. trying to get a good night sleep was difficult enough with your constant whining for attention. you were waiting for a chance to get your cunt pounded by the mortal, only to see him trying to go to sleep instead. however, your efforts weren’t in vain, as levi shot up and yanked you over his lap. you could feel his dick growing harder and harder in his pants as he tore off your flimsy thong that barely covered shit. a calloused hand came down on your bare ass, a sharp smack! startled you as your body jolted forwards only to be pulled back roughly by levi. hit after hit, the pain became an intoxicating pleasure as your cunt soaked itself in arousal, your painfully swollen clit begging to be touched. unfortunately, levi wasn’t the easiest to falter.

smack! a yelp tore out of your sore throat followed by a weak whine, the stinging pain slowly numbing your ass before you were forced back down to earth by another harsh strike. “no..no more..! hurts t-too mu—“ SMACK! another strike startled you from your rambling, almost falling off of levi’s lap where he pulled you up roughly by the tail and secured you tightly. you didn’t have to look at him to know how fed up he was with you antics, or how aroused he was. you wanted so badly for him to just have his way with you, spitting you open and bruising your insides. a tinge of regret only grew bigger as his painfully obvious boner poked at your thigh. fuck, he was hung down there, if only you just behaved yourself!

“what’s the matter? quit squirming like a brat and sit the fuck still. you asked for this.”

₊˚ෆ 𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐍

did you piss of this literal giant on purpose? maybe, and what’s wrong with that? infiltrating a wet dream of him getting sucked off by some rando he found hot, fusing reality with fantasy until it abruptly ended before he could cum. you couldn’t help but giggle at poor reiner, well, until he forced you onto your knees and finished the damn job himself. it didn’t matter how many cocks you’ve swallowed, you struggled to take reiner’s full length as he mercilessly fucked your throat inch by inch until your nose was touching his pubic hairs. the stretch of his girth had your throat and mouth stuffed full until you couldn’t utter a word out. don’t think he’ll stop there either! the moment his dick twitches, he’ll pull out and cum all over that pretty face of yours. such an erotic sight gets him hard all over again, only this time, he’ll breed your throat full.

“atta boy. putting that mouth to good fucking use after that stunt you pulled..don’t worry, i’m not even close to done.”

© porcalinecunt 🪽ᯓᡣ𐭩ྀི do not steal, translate, or use my work and claim as your own.

[tvgals]

gimme plug! connie w his sleepy gf 😸

she’s such a sleepyhead! so when connie does his early morning drops, he makes her a little pallet in his backseat so she can sleep peacefully.

“cmon mama, don’t wanna leave you here.” connie says, pressing kisses to your face. “noooo, leave me here con’..” you whine, tossing and turning away from connie’s kisses.

“nope. get up, i ain’t asking again.” connie says. you groan and sit up, rubbing your eyes. connie hands you the keys to his car so you can make yourself comfortable in the backseat while the car heats up.

you walk to the car with pillows and a cover in hand. you make yourself snug in the backseat while the car’s heaters kicked on. connie walked out the door a few minutes after you, getting into the drivers seat. he smiled at your sleeping figure. he ran around in the city making his drops, making sure not to wake you up.

plug! connie is head over heels in love with his sleepyhead girlfriend

[kazutora-kurokawa]

Big Men Headcanons

♡ NSFW, size kink, fem reader, size kink, oral->male receiving, fingering, did I mention size kink? ♡

note: I ain't write shit in a week lmao 🙃 I randomly felt motivated at 1 am tho

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Big Men who are twice your size, making you look small in comparison no matter your proportions.

Big Men who could easily break you in half if they wanted to, but of course they'd never do that to their precious angel.

Big Men who are extra vocal when you give them head because the sound of you gagging on their cock turns them on to no end.

Big Men whose thick fingers can barely fit in your cunt when they try to prep you, continuously slipping out or not going in at all.

Big Men who whisper soft words of encouragement to you as they enter your pussy, coaxing you to relax as they fill you up.

Big Men who start off gentle and end up folding you in half, your legs propped on their shoulders as they pound into you mercilessly.

Big Men who almost cum inside you when they see the bulge their dick is making in your tummy.

Big Men who cum inside you anyway because you're just too tight for them to resist.

Big Men who kiss your forehead, praising you for how well you took them and telling you how amazing it'll feel the next time.

♡ TAIJU, DRAKEN, Mucho, Mochi, SOUTH, Reiner, ZEKE, NANAMI, Geto, TOJI, TOGAME, Kishibe, Rengoku, Uzui, GYOMEI, Kokushibo, Yoriichi, KAFKAAAA + any of your faves ♡

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@witchy-scribblings + @breathofthewind29 tagging y'all for the Kafka vibes ♥️

@rainyrindou tagging you for the Togame vibes lol 🩷

[disturb7a]

HOW HE SOUNDS | armin arlert nsfw audio ˖ ࣪ . 𖧧 ࿐

˚ . ₊˚⊹ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!! armin x fem!reader, nsfw headcanon, whimpering, nsfw audio [ please use headphones cuties! ] — mdni

ARMIN is so vocal oh my gosh— i think he just like cannot keep it in cause he feels so good.

his moans are just barely moans and are basically whimpers … “a-ahh fuck!”

and when he has his face burried in your neck ?!?! oh my god he’s letting out the cutest moans ever while saying the nastiest, freakiest shit ever. i believe in ‘innocent’ freak armin till i die ☝🏾☝🏾

“fuckkk…yeah? here?” in the whiniest voice you can possibly imagine.

source.

[nectardaddy]

messy! boyfriend jean kirstein headcanons

this man is HERE for all the drama

if yall go to parties there is a 100% chance you're standing in the corner with him at some point talking shit

will ask each other how the other feels about a person before full on saying their peace

"you see Eren's post on snap earlier?" "I did." "how'd you feel about that?" "I dunno'- how did you feel about that?" "he looked a little-..." "glad I'm not the only one, because-" and he'll go on a whole rant about it

this man will deadass look people from head to toe and give you a side eye

he's so mean, but it's so funny at the same time

drama fiend

this man will see you furiously typing on your phone and BEG to know what's going on

if you don't like someone, neither does he

you'll be on a whole rant about someone and he just agrees and ad libs while you are

"yeah, fuck that bitch"

always gotta have a debrief in the car after a party or going out anywhere

especially if people neither of you liked were there

this man is so fucking messy

will literally tell anyone "I'm here to talk" because he's FIENDING for some tea

tells you IMMEDIATLY when he hears something juicy

doesn't matter when or where, he's picking up that damn phone and calling you

"babe- I'm literally at work." "nah, hold up, you HAVE to hear what I just heard from Connie."

[klipkillakai]

that ony clip gave me so many butterflies omg 😩 it lowk reminded me of a punishment like what if homegirl went out for the first time in a while and missed the curfew only gave her but he see on sasha and historia ig she’s drunk shaking her ass on the car or smthn 😭😭

ouuu girl it gave me butterflies too, but you ate so lemme walk with you rq 🤭

ony was sitting on the couch rolling his second blunt while an episode of breaking bad plays in the background, he doesn’t usually get to watch this show because you usually like to watch love island or your ghetto ass reality shows that he pretends not to be invested in—

he glances at the time on his phone noting that you should be home soon and he leans back and lights his blunt, taking a hit and throwing his lighter back on the coffee table

he ticks a hand in his sweats and mindlessly smokes and watches his show, another hour passes and he checks his phone again sending you a quick text

baby moms 💙

-wya?

he quickly leaves the text and clicks on insta checking your story but seeing it hasn’t been updated for 2hrs, he quickly scrolls and finds sasha’s and clicks through them and stopping on a video of you, drunkenly singing a song and twerking on another one of your ghetto ass homegirls, ony smacks his teeth quickly standing up

“this fucking girl man” he walks towards the door, and grabs his keys, slipping on his slides and getting in his car and speeding off while trynna call you..

“bend that ass over let that coochie breathe” you slur while slowly whining on your friend as she takes a video of you guys, your having a fucking good ass time, you haven’t been out in ages and you miss it, you begged ony to let you go.. and after days acting sweet and a few blow jobs, he let you, but with rules of course.. he gave you a curfew which you gladly accepted but quickly broke as soon as you got a few shots in you—

you were feeling bold, who was he to tell you what you could and couldn’t do, he wasn’t your daddy! well… not all the time anyway—

your standing in your section in your own world, sipping on your drink until, you feel someone behind you, and a chill runs up your spine cause you know exactly who it is, you turn around and look up at him

“didnt i tell you to come come after 12?”

your heart sinks a bit “yea but i was having fu-

“i don’t give a fuck, i told yo lil’ ass that ion fucking trust this club and you still didn’t listen”

you smack your teeth a bit “papa your being so extra right now, nobody is even-

you feel ony’s large hand wrap around your neck and he leans in a whispers in your ear

“im gon tear yo ass up when we get home” you feel tingles bloom in your lower belly and feel your face get hot—

“tell your lil friends your leaving” you softly nod and turn around grabbing your bags and saying soft byes and sorry’s, while your friends give you knowing looks and soft smiles—

ony grabs your hand and drags you out the club as fast as your heels will let you, quickly opening the door for you, and letting you get in before speeding off once again—

“im just trynna get my paper straight” you hear brent sing as ony pounds ya shit, you let out loud moans and choked sobs, “p-please” you whimper out as you reach behind trynna to press against his stomach, running away from the dick—

“nah move ya hand” he roughly says, quickly grabbing your hand and pressing it against your back, pulling your hair, and starting to drill into you—

“oh my god” you whine, pathetically whimpering letting him just man handle you, letting out his frustrations on you…

“take that shit” he grunts, pounding into you “mhm” he whispers, tightening his grip around your hair

“i c-cant” “p-pa-

he hears you he really does, but he can’t get over this shit, not this time, you need to learn, yo lil ass get real disrespectful and he’s tired of it..

“nah tell them all that shit you was saying in the camera, let them hear all this” he lifts you up and pulls you towards the camera, while still pounding into you

“i-im sorry” you sob “im s-so so sorry papa” “pl-please haaa~ ” you feel the tears rolling down your cheeks, your so overstimulated and he’s so deep inside you.. too deep even, you just need a break

“b-break” you choke out.. “need a break”

“hm baby?” “you need a break” he says mockingly while biting his lips after feeling you tighten around him, “lil ass can’t even handle some dick, you think you finna go out again?” “you crazy mama”

“please!” you moan again, pathetically trying to reach down to rub your clit, to soothe some of the stretch your feeling— god it hurts so good, your eyes nearly roll back into your skull—

“you wanna break?” “here” ony quickly pulls out, breathing heavy, grabbing his phone concluding the punishment he was giving you, you lay on the bed heaving, pussy leaking more slick, your shaking and tired..

ony slaps your ass, and leaves hot kisses down your back “i bet you’ll never do some shit like that again” “right mama?” you just tiredly nod.. he slaps your ass again “let me hear you say it” “p-promise papa” “i won’t do it again” ony nods and slowly slips inside you again, this time giving you slow strokes, and rubbing small circles on your clit.. “mmm~

the rest of the night he takes care of you, ending in mind blowing orgasms, he can never stay mad at you for too long, your still his baby girl..

|a/n|

wait yall!! i’m fucking with this oneeee ouuuu, yall i love me some ony! 🤭

[mommypieck]

okay but imagine having a boyfriend with longer hair so you can tug on it while he fucks you. it started as a joke when you told him that you're gonna be the one olaying with his hair during sex... until it actually happened.

"fuck, baby, that pussy feels so good." he moans into your ear, licking the shell of it. just this sentence alone makes you moan out loud, making him smile at your whorish sounds. his cock is hitting the deepest parts of your body, teasing your sweet spot with every thrust.

"i need more." he moans out, slamming his hips into yours and hitting your cerwix dead on. you yell out in pleasure, gripping his hair tightly. your eyes go wide at the slutty moan he lets out. you grip his hair eyes tighter, bringing him closer so he can rest his head in the crock of your neck.

"do that again, baby." he purrs against your neck as he leaves love bites on it. you tug on his hair again and he loses his mind. his cock starts hammering into you again, he's determined that you're not gonna be able to walk after this.

"fucking hell, baby. you're making me so drunk off of you."

[cottonconnielvr]

eren loves thunderstorms.

he loves the way the electricity crackling in the sky turns into background noise as he places himself so deeply inside you. you feel full, as always. eren’s head lays next to yours on the cold fluffy pillow, his body fitting perfectly on top of yours. his weight only made your head go even dizzier. your plush thighs welcome eren’s shamelessly slim waist, your mixed arousal making a mess on your thighs. the sound of eren’s deep thrusts is so lewd, his tip kissing your cervix so perfectly. eren’s warm body shields you from the loud thunder outside, the sound of rain brutal against the windows. “you’re so messy…” eren lifts himself from the crook of your neck, his hands rubbing up and down your thighs before pushing them further back to your chest. your breath hitches at the new angle. eren’s change in pace having you drooling over the pillows, he’s stroking you so slowly and so deep your thighs begin to shake. “r-ren” you cry out, your hands gripping the sheets. with every thrust goes the last of your brain cells. eren watches where the two of you connect, his dick snug inside of you. everytime he thrusts back in your slick oozes out.

“ you’re so nasty…creaming all over me” eren lets out a breathy whine, coming down to connect his lips to yours. you don’t have a chance to process his movements before his thrusts speed up, one of his hands coming up to your throat.

whimpers and moans fell from your mouth as eren sucked your tongue, his fingers squeezing the sides of your throat. you could feel your stomach tightening, your pussy clenching around eren over n over. “shit you gonna kill me” eren whispers to himself, your warm sticky insides clamping around him so tightly. his forehead rests on yours, his eyes looking into yours. you can’t help but look away, he knows how uneasy eye contact makes you feel.

“ren m’gonna-” you sob out, tears flooding down your cheeks as the pleasure stimulates you so well. “hm? what you wanna say?” eren teases, fingers gliding over your sensitive clit in smooth circles.

“ i-i can’t” you shudder, hands pushing at eren’s abdomen. “yes you can, sweet girl” eren places a kiss on your forehead, pushing your hands out the way. “it’s okay, just cum m’here” he pushes down on your lower stomach. as if it was destiny, the final crash of thunder for the night hit you as hard as your orgasm, toes curling and eyes rolling back. eren hisses, your pussy clenching so tight around him. “gonna make me cum, pretty” he whines lowly, his grinding into you to prolong your orgasm for as long as possible. you sniffle, coming down slowly in a dreamy haze. you could sleep so good right now.

eren lifts your thigh up, pushing it back even further to bury himself as deep as he could inside you. you gasp aloud in shock, overstimulation hitting you hard as he rocks into you so good. “ren n-no” you squeal, hands desperate to hold onto something. “m’almost there” eren sighs out, his thighs shaking from pleasure. broken moans and whimpers leave your teary eyed form, only getting more sensitive with each thrust.

“ ahh - s..shit… look at me” your eyes lock with eren’s, he looks so good this way. before you can warn eren, your arousal squirts out of you, wetting eren’s lower body. eren stiffens, pumping rope after rope so deeply into you. you both lay bare and limp, chests heaving as you both come down from it all. you can only focus on the rain hitting the ground outside.

….but yeah eren loves thunderstorms!

[turn-my-hollow-purple]

All AOT Characters are Pretty But…

Eren is pretty like a windy field

Armin is pretty like the ocean

Mikasa is pretty like a flower field at dawn

Jean is pretty like a rushing river

Connie is pretty like the full moon

Sasha is pretty like the sunrise

Levi is pretty like the dark forest

Erwin is pretty like a game of chess

Hange is pretty like reading by candlelight

Annie is pretty like a storm

Bertholdt is pretty like the mountains

Reiner is pretty like a rainy morning

Historia is pretty like a glowing chandelier

And Ymir is pretty like a starry sky

[stararonia]

FLUFFYISH LEVI ACKERMANN HEADCANONS

despite his cold exterior, the captain of the special operations squad has a soft spot for you (:

Levi is quiet and doesn’t say much. However, when the sun rises and you’re putting your tent away, he greets you with a “good morning” in a softer tone compared to his squad.

While traversing through rough terrain, he stays closer to you, just to make sure you won’t slip and fall even though he knows you can handle it.

“Levi, I’m fine.” “No, you aren't.” “I haven’t fallen!” “Not yet.”

He's like a bodyguard, but instead of walking next to you, he keeps an eye on you from a distance.

During meals, Levi gives you his leftovers saying you need to eat to stay strong even though he knows you’re strong.

“You’re still hungry.” “No, I’m not, I ate a good amount.” “Then these are snacks.”

Levi has a secret voice kink. Whenever you talk or laugh, he tries his best to be as close as possible without arousing suspicion.

When you and your squad fight with Levi’s, he kills the larger Titans for you, pissing you off so much you told him to fuck off. And, unfortunately, that pissed him off enough to tell you to fuck off (calm and collected). Of course, that voice kink of his got him feeling things he hadn’t felt before.