#eremika mentioned a few

[torasplanet]

❝𝙂𝙄𝙍𝙇-𝙁𝙍𝙄𝙀𝙉𝘿.ᐟ❞

M. ACKERMAN + F. READER

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 ; armin and eren are so glad their girlfriends are getting along and doing friend things together like helping out another girl in the bathroom !!

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 ; smut, eren's gf!mikasa, armins gf!reader, reader wears makeup and lashes, college au ig, bathroom sex, oral (reader receiving), fingering, mikasa has rings lololol, armin and eren are clueless lol, praise, and skin color not mentioned

“Ah, I don’t want to right now…” You muttered breaking the kiss to place your hand on top of Armin’s that was snaking its way up your thigh underneath the fabric of your skirt. Armin stared at you pondering why you said that but snapped out of it and took his hand away nodding understandingly “Uh yeah, that’s fine. Everything…okay though?” The blonde male asked as his hands went back to your waist to assist you down from your seat on the edge of the sink. You grabbed onto his arm as your heels clacked against the bathroom tiles “Yeah, we can do it at home. Just not in the bathroom.” You explained shrugging your shoulders and looking up at Armin through your falsies.

You were glad that Armin was so understanding. Armin couldn’t say he knew everything about girls but he knew how sometimes they were okay having sex in certain places and not the next so he didn’t question that you didn’t want to fuck in the bathroom when you both have done it multiple times. He was such a kind soul, didn’t suspect a damn thing. You felt terrible for lying to him but it’s not like you could tell him the truth. It’d break his heart and you didn’t want to hurt him, you still loved him but it was a little too late for that so why should you even feel bad? Not like you could go back.

Armin smiled at you kindly helping you fix your top and skirt before you both made your way out of the bathroom and back into the loud atmosphere that was the party. You and Armin had come here with Eren and Mikasa like you always did with parties and like always; Eren and Armin got wrapped up in their conversations leaving you and Mikasa together and you didn’t have a single problem with this. You and Mikasa had your own fun.

Those boys never suspected a thing either. All the times you two would go to the bathroom to ‘help with makeup’ or ‘help with outfit’ and stay there for at least twenty minutes, they would pass it off as a girl thing along with the kisses to the cheeks and small pecks on the lips, sitting on laps, holding hands, twerking on each other, girls night, it was all just girl things to them so they didn’t care but it was more to you and Mikasa. No one knew what went on behind closed doors and the only way they would is if you were caught red-handed with Mikasa's face between your thighs because everything else was justified by being best girl-friends!

Honestly, Armin and Eren never cared to look deeper into it because they were just glad you two were getting along. When Armin started to date you, they thought you and Mikasa wouldn’t get along and were worried about it but you both clicked immediately and all that worry vanished. Vanished so soon that they didn’t even see the lingering stares.

You let Armin drag you through the party toward where Mikasa and Eren were in the middle of the party dancing. When Mikasa caught your gaze, you grinned widely “Hey Mika.” You greeted immediately and she smiled at you “Hi.” Her voice was pretty…you wanted her so bad. Not armin.

When Armin’s hands began to roam your body, you took notice that it was time to start dancing along with the song that playing. You couldn’t recognize it but clearly, Armin and Eren did as they were grinning at each other but you, however, were not. How could you smile when Eren had his hands all over Mikasa…those were supposed to be your hands. Your lips touching her neck. You wanted her so bad and you couldn’t wait especially when watching this but you stayed and did the same thing she was doing, making your boyfriend happy.

You remained in eye contact with Mikasa the entire time you danced on Armin, your hand coming back to caress his head and make his blonde locks a mess. Pressing your lips to his made him smile not even caring about how you weren’t looking at him but when Mikasa gestured for you to go down, the kiss broke. As if he already knew, Armin’s hand came down on your lower back folding you in half as you began to throw ass on him while Mikasa did the same to Eren, bending over to meet your level of gaze. In your peripheral vision, you saw a cloud of smoke as Eren passed a blunt to Armin but your concerns were on Mikasa.

She stared at you with such lust in her eyes and it only deepened when her gaze traveled to your lips and then back at you. Mikasa wanted you too and you wondered when she was going to take you into one of those bedrooms and give you what you wanted! The short-haired woman reached her hands out and grabbed hold of your face with her soft and gentle hands caressing your skin with such care but then her nails dug into your skin and Mikasa pulled you forward; your lips roughly meeting hers.

You assumed it be just a small peck just like usual but it wasn’t. Mikasa shoved her tongue in your mouth and nearly down your throat and you allowed her to. Not like anyone could see because of how dark it was and that no one was paying attention but even if someone did see, no one would care. It was just a girl thing. “Please…” You muttered into the kiss. You didn’t know exactly what you were begging for but whatever it was, you needed it from Mikasa as soon as possible.

Her lips were incredibly soft against yours but the way she moved them, it was rough and fast; you could barely keep up. Your distaste at the sight of Mikasa’s ass pressed hard against Eren’s pelvis disappeared because you were getting more than he was right now; Mikasa was kissing you like she was eating your pussy and you wished she was.

“Oh shit! Jean, I bet you wish yo ass was here!” Connie yelled from near you but you didn’t care, you were still focused on Mikasa and satisfying Armin so that he didn’t get upset but when there was a bright flash shining in your face; your eyes opened and Mikasa broke the kiss. You turned your head seeing Connie with the flash panicking and trying to turn it off, you heard Armin and Eren smacking their teeth in annoyance and insulting him but you didn’t really care. Who cares if he took a video? Not you. It’s a good excuse to leave the party and go to the bathroom with Mikasa so she could ‘help you’ because you were just so upset about everything…

You stood up straight and avoided eye contact with everyone “Connie get the fuck back here.” Eren said running off to go catch Connie who scurried off after getting threatened by Eren and a few other people leaving you, Armin, and Mikasa. You glanced up at Mikasa who was already staring at you and she grinned again once your eyes met. She was so pretty when she smiled. You loved to see it.

“[Y/n], your makeup’s a little…off.” Mikasa lied grabbing hold of your chin and tilting your head in directions as if she was actually looking at your makeup and your face heated up at her touch already knowing what she was hinting at “Oh, really?” You questioned with false curiosity and Armin hummed in response earning glances from both you and Mikasa which quickly made him uncomfortable from the sudden gazes “I-I didn’t mean anything bad…just your eyelash baby.” Armin said, looking away from your eyes and putting the blunt back to his lips. There wasn’t anything wrong with it to him but he agreed anyway because he doesn’t know much about makeup and how it’s supposed to look. You almost laughed at how quick he was to explain himself, he was cute but Mikasa was cuter.

“I’ll tell Eren…” Armin said signaling that you and Mikasa could head off to the bathroom and you two wasted no time at all. Armin was a sweetheart, he was and you loved him but you loved Mikasa too, and maybe just a bit more. Perhaps one day you could have them both.

You tried your best to keep up with Mikasa as she rushed to the bathroom; almost as needy as you were but no one could beat that. You were practically at her feet begging with that look in your eyes every day, it’s a miracle that no one ever caught onto it “Y’know, for a second I actually thought you were upset.” Mikasa said as soon as those black ankle strap heels of hers clicked against the cold tile of the bathroom you and Armin had just been in. She closed the door once you got in.

Backing up against the sink counter, you laughed at her words “Sorry…just really wanted to be with you.” You said grinning as her hands found their way to your waist, you felt the coldness of her silver rings through your clothing. Mikasa got close to you, her lips just barely brushing against yours “I know.” The dark-haired woman said before pressing her lips to yours, recreating the hot and bedraggled makeout from back out at the party but Mikasa could do more now. Her hands ran down to your lower back forcing you away from it so her hands could trail down and grab at the fat of your bottom. You let out a squeal of surprise into her mouth but that gave her the better opportunity to win the battle between your tongues and you hushed up.

Her long and nimble fingers kneaded into the clothed flesh “You let Armin fuck you in here?” Mikasa asked with a gentle tone breaking the kiss and just admiring you and all your neediness. Lips swollen from all the kissing and glossy with your lipgloss smeared on the side of your mouth, breathing heavily and gaping up at her trying to find your words. “No. Waited for you.” You responded shaking your head but your eyes never left hers while your hands snuck their way up her forearms rubbing against her smooth skin.

Mikasa’s lips turned up in a grin. Leaning forward, she sent a peck to your lips while whispering words to you “Aw, I wanted to prove I can do it better.” Your panties grew damper at her words. Your hands, which were once just resting on her arms, gripped onto her skin as if you were going to fall to your knees without her support “Want me to?” The Ackerman woman asked as she snuck her hand up your skirt pushing it back to bunch at your hips allowing your panties that were nearly soaked with your arousal to be seen. Mikasa didn’t need you to say anything, she could already see it in your face and your panties.

“P-Please, Mika?” You muttered, nearly folding over as shivers ran down your spine because of her hand sneaking down your undergarments, the coldness of her rings stung you like a bee and you gasped slightly at the feeling “Of course.” Mikasa says with a smile, her fingers slip past her lips and push her fingers inside of you. The muscular woman smiles at you as you squirm on the sink while she pushes her fingers inside of her, she curls her fingers inside of your pulsing warmth making you grip onto the edge of the sink harder than you had before “Uhn…! Feels so good.” The moans slip past your chapped lips as you try and keep quiet, it’s not like you had to with how loud the party was outside of the bathroom door but you know Mikasa likes to hear you. You decided to give her a hard time just for the fun of it.

A frown decorates Mikasa’s face when she finds out what you’re trying to do, her pace quickens as she stares you down. Her other hand, resting on your hip moves to your face with quickness that you barely see anything other than a blur when she grabs your jaw “Let it out, be good, and let me hear it.” Says Mikasa as her brows furrow in annoyance at your small whimpers and whines. She likes to hear you shout and yell about how good she’s treating you, it gives her the rush that she needs.

Tears well up in your eyes from how good it feels when she rubs her fingertips against the ridged walls of your insides but you stand your ground. Shaking your head makes the other woman even more annoyed than she is right now so she stops and your eyes widen, Mikasa pulls her hand away and puts both hands on the counter. She leans close to you not breaking eye contact, almost telling you to stand your ground, she wants to see how long you’re going to keep this up. Mikasa knows you do it so she can give you everything that you want, you try to make her think she’s not doing good enough but it’s painfully obvious that you’re holding back your sounds because you’re greedy and want more than just her hands.

Your hands grip her wrist as you give her large watery eyes “No please, I’m sorry. Don’t stop Mika.” They’re pathetic pleas coming from a girl who has not only a boyfriend but a girlfriend to please her but you don’t care, you’d even get on your knees and start begging just for Mikasa to continue to do what she was doing. The black-haired girl pokes her bottom lip out mockingly “But I thought it wasn’t enough? You weren’t making any sounds so I clearly wasn’t doing a good job.” You put your face into her neck and start leaving little kisses all over her neck while whispering apologies. “No, you are, I just want more.” This is the sentence Mikasa decides to comment on as her hands snaked their way back to your hips.

“Hm, so you’re just greedy that’s it?” You hum as you nod into her skin “I’ll feed into it just this time.” Mikasa whispered, pulling herself away from you, she smiled at how needy you looked and especially the look in your eyes. Her hands placed themselves on your legs and she spread them while scooting you closer to the edge of the sink, your tight skirt bunched up to your hips as the Ackerman girl lowered herself to the ground on her knees. Her fingers latched onto the sides of your panties and at an agonizingly slow pace, she started to pull them down your legs, smiling at the large wet spot that was sticking to your sweet cunt. 

You want her to hurry but you can’t be too demanding or she’ll send you back to Armin with a soaking painful cunt that’s throbbing to be eaten out!! And god knows Armin won’t give you it as Mikasa goes. “My dirty girl, so desperate I see,” Mikasa said hoisting one of your legs on her shoulder and running a finger down your slit making you quiver, she pushes her index finger inside of you and moves it around as if she’s inspecting your pussy. Your back arches as your fingers dig into the ceramic of the sink, you feel as though it’s going to break right into your sweaty palm.

When Mikasa puts her head between your legs, you whine at the feeling of her breathing on your cunt that was just begging for Mikasa. “Mika…” Her name slips from your lips so nicely as you begin to lightly tug at her dark hair, you roll your foot around in a circle as soft moans leave your lips whilst she begins to eat you out. The fluorescent bathroom light shined down on you as you huffed and puffed trying not to squeeze her head. Mikasa liked when you did it but she always scolded you for being greedy. “Oh please, I can’t!” One of your hands flew to the wall near you to hold on for stability because you felt as though you were going to slide off the sink counter. Mikasa pinched your thigh hard as you squirmed.

A loud moan came from your lips, gosh it was so dirty. You couldn’t tell if it was from the way her tongue was fucking in and out of you or from the burning pain on your thigh. “Stop squirming pretty. You’re already being so loud.” The Ackerman girl said, raising slightly to speak and peeking her head from between your thighs. Poor whimpers left your lips as you sat still against every feeling in your body. “Stop being so shy, give me a kiss baby.” Mikasa raised higher as you leaned down to meet her lips. You moaned into the kiss as she forced her tongue down your throat, she brought her hand down between your plush thighs to toy with your clit once more. 

You bucked your hips into her hand and she pinched your clit, you broke the kiss and leaned against the mirror behind you with a loud mewl “Stop it!” Mikasa smiled at how you fell apart for her so easily. “I told you to stop squirming.” You didn’t get a chance to make an excuse because she immediately went back to eating you, well she was devouring you. Thank god for the music from earlier was still loud or Armin would hear you, he wouldn’t think it’s some random two-dollar whore, he knows your moans and he’d recognize his (and Mikasa’s) two-dollar whore.

Mikasa was being nice by giving you what you wanted so easily but she wasn’t letting up, she was being mean and practically bullying your cunt. Nothing but whore-ish moans came from you as you breathed heavily, those noises and those stupid wet sounds from Mikasa slurping up whatever she hadn’t were the only noises in the bathroom.

As she continued to eat you out, you felt yourself growing closer and closer to your climax and Mikasa could tell. Her fingers dug into your thighs her rings stinging you with their coldness, it was a warning for you not to mess up and move because she was enjoying this just as much as you were. Eating you out was her own pleasure and if you moved and she had to stop, it’d upset her almost as much as it would upset you. You tried to stay in place as that ocean rode over you, a hand slapped onto your mouth to conceal your scream that would definitely be heard. You bit down on your hand as you came on Mikasa’s mouth and lower face, nearly drawing blood.

After a few seconds, Mikasa came up for air, licking her lips and scooping the cum from her face to taste “Let's clean you up. Can’t send you back to your boyfriend looking so messy.” No words were able to form inside your mind so you just nodded while coming down from your high.

Once the two of you quickly cleaned up and you put your clothes back on, the two of you made your way back into the party but you two barely made it a few steps away from the bathroom to spot the two men at the island table in the kitchen. Mikasa’s arm was draped around your waist to help you walk, you were too dumb to do anything right now. Armin noticed. “What took you two so long?” Eren asked, raising an eyebrow as he downed a white claw.

Mikasa’s shoulders went up and came down “She wouldn’t stop squirming, couldn’t get the eyelash on right.” She delivered a hearty laugh with that as you stood there leaning on her tiredly. Armin stood and walked over and took your hand gaining your attention.

He smiled at you sweetly while switching his hand to your chin ignoring how you could barely stand or process what was happening. “Well, she looks prettier than ever.” To everyone, this might not have been that big of a deal but it made your eyes widen. Armin has always said you look ethereal after you cum.

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[abiatackerman]

Now that I've started getting requests more frequently, I had to make a list of topics I'm not comfortable writing about. I'm sharing it here so you all can check it before sending in your requests—because I've noticed a lot of them include things I personally don't like to write. If you avoid the topics listed below, your request will definitely be accepted!

🚫What I "won't" write🚫

Smut or porn scenes

Brother-sister relationships

Anything involving cheating (Both Levi and the reader have to be loyal)

Mentions of rape

Characters from other anime (this blog is strictly AOT-only)

Minor-adult relationships

Any "shipped" couple (like Eruri, Rivetra, JeanxPieck, etc.)

Fighting scenes involving guns or ODM gear

Abusive romantic relationships

Hate towards any AOT character

Reader with specific physical traits (for example- hair or eye color)

Friends-with-benefits trope

Physical intimacy with another character just to make the ML jealous or hurt

Cousin tropes

Reader being the sister or relative of Eren, Erwin, Hange, or any other character

✅What I will write (with exceptions)✅

Suggestive conversations

Flirting and teasing (only if both the reader and the character are in love)

Intense kissing and touching (only between lovers)

Minor x minor relationships (only soft, fluffy, shy scenes)

Canon-confirmed couples like Eremika, AruAni, and Ymir x Historia (I'll avoid Jeankasa since many people don't like it)

Mentions of gore or bloody scenes

Angst and heartbreaking endings

Age gaps (up to 10 years max)

Mentions of trauma

Friends to lovers

Reader being friends with AOT veterans

📝 A few notes 📝

I don't have anything against shipping or shippers! I just personally don't feel comfortable writing about any shipped couples, so I choose not to.

Same with sibling content—even if it's about sweet sibling moments, I find it difficult to write.

If you want content involving other anime characters, please send those requests to my other blog: @itoshiabi — this account is strictly for AOT-related content only.

I might add or remove things from this list in the future depending on how I feel, but for now, these are the guidelines I follow. If you want me to write something, just send me an ask! Whether it's a oneshot, minishot, character analysis or even my thoughts on certain AOT moments—I'd love to share it with you all! 💕

[moonspirit]

I know most of your nsfw asks are aruani, but what would you think of a Very Not Healthy Poly relationship between the Alliance pre rumbling.

Like

Post S3 Eren making EMA poly a thing, but bcs he's pulling away and he's not as open, both Armin and Mikasa are suffering due to lack of emotional bonding. After a while, Mikasa starts trying harder while Armin gets a small breakdown due to it being only about sex.

Jean having both the looks and the reputation, and using sex as a coping mechanical while adamantly refusing to admit it is a coping mechanism.

Connie having genuine rizz and Sasha having her 300k+ slowburn with Niccolo.

Jearmin happening after Armin hatefucking Floch after a really low moment w Jean doing the actual aftercare.

On the other side of the ocean Reiner having many people jump at him for his honorary marleyan status, women specifically for the marriage benefits, but Reiner being unable to actually do it bcs of all the blood that won him the reputation.

Bonus if EMA started w Eremika just going at it while Armin was in the room till he mentioned it and then they invited him to join.

Just, really fucked up sex dynamics between traumatised teenagers w no access to therapy

[N/SFW]

Ahaha, hello and no problem, all ideas welcome~!

Veeerrryyy intriguing tho! I don't have much trouble imagining this because 1. It's not healthy, yes!! And 2. These kids have been through way too much to not resort to the easiest way to forget everything and feel good - sex.

I've said it before, but sex can be a profoundly deep ritual to go through, it has the potential to transcend visible boundaries of tangible emotion. At the same time, sex can also become one of the easiest things to turn to in times of weakness. Given the multitude of issues our characters have, it's possible to picture them depending on sexual pleasure as a means of consoling themselves from various lows.

EMA are a whole other level of unhealthy tho. Eren's emotional distance and bottling up, Mikasa's fear of ruining everything by asking for what she really wants and Armin's self-doubt and insecurity over his place among them. Man, I can imagine any kind of poly relationship between them (particularly one that's sexual) teeming with awfully unhealthy vibes. In a way sex becomes the closest thing they have to proper communication - it's easier to express things via body language than putting them in words, a thing that's especially a problem for Armin because he's not bad with words and would really like to receive verbal reassurance... but unfortunately, the other two are terrible at it. And at some point, when the sex too, grows obsolete for obvious reasons, it's just plain suffering because nobody's getting what they want.

Ugh, pain.

Jean really seems to me (and this is a personal hc of mine) to be someone who is very aware of his appeal and his attractiveness, wants to use it for his own pleasure, but is unable to really find any satisfaction from it. What he craves is some deep emotional connection, something that is precious and treasured. Casual sex, then, is only a temporary way out of the despair of not having such a relationship, and offers him a few minutes of high while sending him to the ditch right afterwards.

Jearmin tho? Oh boy. I can see Armin giving in to hate sex tendencies with Floch lol, what with how he can become self-destructive at the hands of someone who doesn't really appreciate him or take care of him - in fact, that's an heavily abusive relationship that can also be hard to get out of. But Jean being the one to deliver aftercare to Armin, telling him the real things he needs to hear and comforting him, melting away the lies and cruel words he just received at the hands of Floch, seems to me to be the one tiny shred of wholesome-ness in all of these terribly unhealthy relationships lol.

Pre-rumbling Connie's the only normal one here. Really. And Sasha really does deserve her fairytale romance with Niccolo ft. Plenty of food (this was gold haha xD).

When it comes to Reiner though. Really nice point you make about him not being able to get it on with the people that flock to him because of his sins - I've never thought of it that way! It makes sense tho - he's a deeply guilty character, shouldering nearly all of (if not entirely) the weight of RBA's mission on Paradis. He has a conscience, and maybe he will think he doesn't even deserve the small pleasures of the flesh because of what he did. The denial is a punishment he inflicts on himself.

You can't forget Annie and Pieck tho. They too carry so much of trauma. More so Annie, who is touch starved, has never been loved or cared for, has only been used for her lethality, and was forced into a mission she had no desire for. I see her hungrily devouring any kind of emotional connect she gets, especially if that's sex, since it's easier as mentioned before. She's really not good with words either, so yeah, sex to offer some temporary relief and make her feel like she's actually something more than just a weapon of war.

The same for Pieck. Among all of the warriors, she's always seemed the most sensible to me, pragmatic and grounded in reality. She, more than anyone else, knows her place in the world, as an Eldian, as a warrior, and as a shifter. With Annie gone, she probably had nobody to really "talk" to or become close with, and while I see her recognizing that sex isn't the solution for her loneliness, she's still a human and a young girl at that; for a few minutes during the act, she feels connected to someone. And who can blame her for that?

A lot of wonderful potential for character exploration here ._. Thank you for sharing!

[canonrpfinder]

Greetings! I’m 20+ (nb) searching for other 20+ rp partners for a few different fandoms. I do not mind writing for either character in any pairing below.

My preferred writing style is anywhere from semi to advanced lit/novella. I much prefer quality over quantity, though! I enjoy plots with nsfw, but it certainly isn’t mandatory! I don’t have many triggers either, just keep pedophilic stuff, any type of s/a, and heavy mentions of sh/svicid3 out of it.

My current hyper fixations are:

-Jujutsu Kaisen (satosugu, nanago, itafushi, inuokko)

-Attack on Titan (gallirei, jearmin, eremin, erejean, ererei, eremika, arumika)

-Trigun (vashwood, vashmeryl)

-Sk8 the Infinity (renga, matchablossom)

I enjoy au’s & canon divergent plot lines, I have a whole list of ideas to share if you don’t have anything specific in mind!

If you’re interested in any of these please interact and i’ll dm you 🐝

✒

[sinukiyo]

Reading A Thousand and One Lifetimes be like:

*that fight scene in the office*

Me: Hmmm... I'm putting my money on it being Annie or Mikasa.

*A few paragraphs later*

Me: HISTORIA?!🤯🤯

*realises that I skips a chapter*

Me: Oh... well damn... 😅😅😅

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Me: can we all agree that Erwin Smith always looks good in white.

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*that cookie scene with Armin and Mikasa*

Me: *passed out from serotonin shock*

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*Jean offering to teach Mikasa how to dance*

Jean: Just follow my lead

Me: it's giving Troy and Gabriella

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*me at every JeanKasa moment*

Me: damnit, Kiyo. This is an eremika fanfic. Why you out here making me ship these two even though they won't end up together 😭

Also me: ey Mika. If it doesn't work out with Jean, can I have him? I'm S&S. That's single and struggling for those for you at home.

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Historia: you're the imposter here

Me: Girl, aren't you an affair, baby? ����

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Eren: Let's be partners. You help me. And I'll return the favour. Just name your price

Historia: I want you to be my boyfriend.

Me reading: *spits tea*

Eren: Yeah, no. I'm desperate. But not that desperate. Deuces ✌🏼

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Eren: *imagining Mikasa in a dress* 😊

Also Eren when Armin mentioned that Mikasa was with Sasha, Connie and Jean: fucking Jean. Always hovering and in my business 😒

*Jean shows up to the mansion beaten up and frantic*

Jean: MIKASA HAS BEEN KIDNAPPED.

Me reading: Oh, Eren's out for blood now 🫢

Seeing it all summarized this way makes me realize how chaotic this week’s chapters were omg😭

[sugutoad]

FAV AOT AND PJO SHIPS!

Oh~ I love shipping, even if it’s just crack shipping.

My personal favorite in Attack on Titan is Eruri! They are literally married in my head. Yumihisu is really cute too and so is Eremika. Nicosasha is so comforting despite few interactions and a crack ship I really love is JeanPiku. I love being a multi shipper, like I can just get away from all the drama.

Also, I have to mention @calscollision ‘s cherushī x Connie, Kirari x Reiner and Sonya x Erwin since they are so cute!

For Percy Jackson… I’m kinda bland and will go for Percabeth. It was so nice to see them develop and I do understand it has some flaws in it. Perachel is another cute one that I like along with Valgrace. How can I forget Will and Nico too

Since I included oc x ships in the last one, I enjoy @nicosavior456 ‘s oc Chika with Reyna and @pjo-hoo-toa-freakazoid ‘ s Sebastian with Octavian.

But in the end, I love almost every ship and am willing to hear other people opinions on them,

[liquorisce]

Is there any manga you can recommend to someone who’s otp is eremika and that likes your fics?

OMG I LOVE THIS QUESTION!!!! tysm for asking!!!

So since you like eremika and my fics (i really am honoured thank u) I am gonna rec some stuff with themes that I am drawn to: (cws in red)

Scum’s wish: it's a story about 2 high schoolers trying to sate their intense feelings for other people, with each other. there's a lot of great elements about loneliness, hunger, desperation to be noticed, a certain willingness to throw away your self respect because of the intensity of your desire etc. i'm super drawn to these themes so you might see them pop in my fics! cw: nsfw, character ages not mentioned i think but they're in final year i think so 17-18?

Hirunaka no ryuusei: I used to write fic for this manga! that's how obsessed i was with this. even now i find myself wishing for an anime of this one. This is a love triangle shoujo manga. So this starts off with a high schooler- suzume- who moves to tokyo and develops feelings for her teacher. At the same time, she develops tentative friendships, one with a boy who falls hopelessly in love with her. I recommend this manga EVEN if you don't like the teacher x student trope bc you might enjoy where it ends up. the characters are really well done, the emotions hit hard. and it can also be cute and funny at times!

Fruits basket: Another one that I have written a couple of fics for! Furuba was pretty popular esp with the reboot anime that came out a few years ago so maybe you know this, but man does it go heavy on the angst. It's about an orphan who stumbles into a really old wealthy family that suffers from a curse. There's such good stuff here: forbidden relationships, repressed desires, self-loathing, innocence and pain. Make sure to grab the tissues if you pick it up! I liked both the anime (2019?) and the manga. The characters are very very well done!! Tons of deep characters with great backstory.

akatsuki no yona: I must admit I am not caught up with like the last 20 chaps or so but I was super obsessed with it. It's got a wonderful FMC- princess yona- who goes through a really nice growth arc. the chemistry between her bodyguard and her is TO DIE FOR! and tbh i consider this a huge inspiration for whenever I want to write something that conveys devotion. Nobody does it like Hak. And yeah lots of gorgeous men. Pretty art style. Highly recommend!

Ok now I'm going to recommend some stuff that may not be to everyone's taste, but I feel like there's a running theme with what I'm drawn to, so here it is. There are several works of CLAMP that I really adore:

They are super well known for CardCaptor Sakura, and that was one of my faves growing up. CCS is quite tame but has a really strong ship with some of my fav elements: soulmates, fate, i-will-do-anything-for-you vibes. Syaoran x Sakura and also Touya x Yukito was a huge obsession of mine back in the day! (There's some fics on my ao3/FFN if you are curious what I used to write a million years ago lol).

Now tsubasa reservoir chronicle is a very twisted and at times confusing multiverse manga with the same characters as CCS and some of CLAMP's other works, and i know this is a controversial take but i loved it. I tend to read works for very specific reasons, like the angst or the doomed relationship vibes? like repression, unrequited love, a sort of unhinded tendency to sacrifice others and the self in service of your lover is very much a vibe i am drawn to even at the cost of plot loopholes. so you'll find a lot of that here. the plot summary: syaoran travels across different worlds and dimensions to find princess sakura's memories, without which she is an empty shell (she has no memory of him). there is a really stellar backstory to this that is honestly (for me) uncomparable to anything else i have ever read.

Another manga (from the 90s lol) by the same group is Tokyo Babylon which is a really short manga featuring a teenage onmyouji and his twin sister and his strange relationship with a much older "veterinarian". The series has a lot of occult themes and i think for it's time received good reviews for its portrayal of queer themes. It's a manga for the weird ones lol... It's very angsty, and mysterious, and has a tragic ending. cw: Age gap

Other manga/anime that I like that are somewhat aot-esque (to me) in their exploration of character and social commentary are: fullmetal alchemist brotherhood, heavenly delusion and psycho pass!!

enjoy!! do let me know if you end up reading / watching any of these <3

[findyourrp]

Greetings! ✨ I’m 20+ (nb) searching for other 20+ rp partners for a few different fandoms. I do not mind writing for either character in any pairing below unless stated otherwise.

My preferred writing style is anywhere from semi-lit to advanced/novella. I much prefer quality over quantity, though! I would prefer plots with nsfw, but it certainly isn’t mandatory! I don’t have many triggers either, just keep adult x minor stuff, any type of s/a, and heavy mentions of sh/svicid3 away from me.

I’m looking for:

-Jujutsu Kaisen (itafushi, satosugu, inuokko)

-Attack on Titan (gallirei, jearmin, eremin, erejean, ererei, eremika, arumika)

-Sk8 the Infinity (renga, matchablossom)

-Trigun (vashwood)

-South Park (creek, style, k2, stenny, bunny, crenny, cryde /i do prefer to write for kenny in any ships involving him/)

I enjoy au’s & canon divergent plot lines, I have a whole list of ideas to share if you don’t have anything specific in mind!

If you’re interested in any of these please leave a like and i’ll dm you 🌟

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[likesunsetorange]

Hey ,

First I just want to tell you that I love your fics, drabbles, hcs I love how you put your effort and passion into writing them 🤍

I have a Q if you would write an angsty fic like really heartbreaking emotional story what would it be about? Assuming ofc its an eremika fic

Thats it hope you have a great day 🌻

cw: mentions of grief / death

hiii! omg thank you so much for your sweet message! this is so kind!! i always appreciate that people even take the time to interact with my stuff, i think sometimes a lot of my stuff is really silly and a bit nonsensical haha, but i do really love making drabbles and making hc’s and all the little moodboards and writing!! its become something that’s so dear to me, even tho it started as a little hobby, its really special to me now, so thank you so much for even taking the time to interact with it, and especially even sending this message! i really do appreciate it! and i hope you have the best day too anon!!! 🤍

and omg i actually do love angst LOL, my twitter bio is “romcom enthusiast & angst enjoyer” which is why my fics always do tend to have that angst element to them!! i think my one shot collection that i wanna get to writing (it’s in my unpublished works thingy) “to love what death can touch” will probably be my most angsty works!! each story is about a different grief related topic!!

grief is something that has been really prevalent in my life. not only have just a lot of people around me suffered a lot of close loss in these last few years, but i’ve lost a few family members, and in recent years i lost a friend, and that was something that was hard to grapple with, so i think writing those stories would be a way of expressing of those feelings, since grief is just such a complex feeling and it’s one of those things that’s always with you!

but basically each one is a different grief scenario!

the first one is eremika as parents and their daughter iris and her growing up! ive posted a wip of it before on my twitter, so here’s a link to that here! i used to cry writing this wip so it’s really hard for me to write it sometimes 😭

the second one is basically mikasa and eren both frequent the same cemetery, eren grew up without carla so he goes there often, and mikasa recently lost levi, her brother, so she goes there to visit, and it’s a little bit silly when eren and her meet, just bc he’s kinda like “oh i see you here often” and it’s just like comes off flirty but it’s a cemeterydhdhd and he feels rlly bad LOL but they become friends and he kinda helps her with her grief, but it kinda shows the differences in the dynamics of the relationship of losing someone, and when you lose someone really young/vs being older and like a parent/sibling! grief isn’t a comparable thing but it def does show the differences on the effects it has on a person!

the last one is i think is pretty sad bc unfortunately we have to kill off armin and that’s why this one is rlly heart wrenching 😭 but this is how eremika are brought together 😭 but basically eren is armins childhood friend, and mikasa is armin’s best friend he made while he’s moved away to this new city, and so they’d never met before, and only heard of the other. but basically they bond over their shared grief for armin and it’s just really sad bc they miss armin 😭

i also think the e2l au is pretty gut wrenching and angsty like it almost made me cry i won’t lie 😔

[ambrosialdesire]

inamorato

18+ DARK CONTENT BELOW, MINORS + BLANK BLOGS DNI

pairing: modern au!eren x fem!reader word count: 9.4k warnings + tags: general yandere and obsessive themes, unhealthy relationships, implied stalking, mentions of violence, implied noncon, soulmates au (red string of fate), bully & bad boy eren (pretty sure this is ooc lol), eremika mention, implied jean x reader, implied armin x reader, childhood friends to enemies, bullying, victim-blaming, cheating (soulmate cheating & actual cheating), underaged drinking (18-19 year olds partying & drinking), forced kissing, slight groping, blood mention, all characters are 18+ synopsis: when you were a child, you were told that you'd soon be connected to your soulmate, the partner you'd spend the rest of your life with. however, your hope began to run dry once you've gotten older and gotten over the idea of soulmates, especially when the man that you had to spend your life with forever is eren jaeger. a/n: wanted to try this idea out so i could do a refresher of my mind for the third part of the cacoethes series. hope it's a decent read for y'all, this was kind of a practice exercise so it's kind of a mess lol note: please keep in mind of the tags above and do not proceed if triggering or uncomfortable, especially if you are a minor!! do not read my or any other writers' dark content if you are underaged. this is a fictional work and does not reflect irl morals, do not believe this is how a real romance works or functions.

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You were nine years old when it happened.

It was a few months before your ninth birthday when the Jaegers moved into the vacant house right in front of yours, the moving vans occupying the street for quite some time. From the window, you'd watch groups of people haul in boxes and furniture into the home until they finally left. The family had four members, the parents and two sons, one older and one younger.

Your parents told you to try and make friends with that younger son. He was fresh meat after all, he had to be scared of being the new kid on the block. You promised them that you would, that you'd do your best to make him feel comfortable here.

At the time, you were pretty scared to approach the family. The dad —who you learned was a doctor — had a frightening demeanor to him compared to his wife, her eyes kind as she waved at you from across the street whenever you were outside. You've noticed that the older son didn't really look like them, his blond hair a stark comparison to their dark brown hair; you eventually found out that he was the child of the dad's first marriage, rumors from other neighbors said that it was an unhappy one because they didn't "belong" to each other. He had to be at least four or five years older compared to you, so he wasn't interested in chit-chatting with you. When you knocked on the door to invite the younger son to play, he hid behind his mom, his hand gripping at her long skirt. What was fascinating about him that you've noticed first was his teal-green eyes that peeked out from behind when she coaxed him out to meet you.

"Hi! My name is Y/N, it's nice to meet you!" You greeted with a toothy smile, putting your hand out for him to shake.

"Eren." He took your hand and you tugged him out of the doorway to play. From there on out, it was like the two of you were inseparable.

Eren began to open up the more you played with him, seeing a more confident shine to him as the days went by. He'd innocently mess with you a lot, in a teasing and playful manner of course. One time, he found a wriggling earthworm in the rain-soaked dirt from the storm the day before and showed it off, soon chasing after you when he realized that it was scaring you. His mom gave him an earful when she found out about it and you felt really bad, sneaking a pack of gummy worms to him the day after.

He'd get himself in trouble a lot and when there was trouble, he'd always get hurt. If you looked back at it, there wasn't a day where you didn't see him with heaps of bandages attached to his skin or without a bloody nose. He said that he got them from protecting you but there wasn't really any known threats to a little eight year old you. You never questioned it once before, instead thanking him for protecting you like a knight would do for a princess.

You never realized it then that Eren wasn't the knight in your story, the almighty protector of your heart.

The two of you were the best of friends, the partners in crime of Maria Meadows Street. However, you started to hear the neighbors talk about how disappointing it would be if Eren wouldn't end up to be your soulmate. Confused on what that meant, you went to your parents about what that word was.

They sat you down the day before your birthday and explained what soulmates were. They told you that when you turned nine, maybe even ten, you would start to see a red string wrapped around your ring finger. It would be faint — fading in and out from sight — and sometimes there would be a slight tugging whenever you were too far from the one you were destined to. Destiny.

You held onto their words, excited to see that very string fastened around your finger. The thought of soulmates kept you up that night, silly little questions and concepts popping up. Who would they be? What would they be like? Would they like the same things as you? They better like sprinkles and strawberry milk but they better not like onions and brussels sprouts.

When you awoken, you checked your hand immediately, a giddy scream waking up the entire house. A bright red string was tied at the base of your ring finger, the other end of it free-floating in the air. It went through the wall towards the Jaeger household and when you checked outside your window to see how much further it went, it ended up going through their house. Before you could even question where it was going, the string faded from sight, and you went to your parent's bedroom to express your newfound joy about seeing the soulmate string.

The Jaegers were invited to your birthday party of course, but you weren't able to see them come in due to your relatives pulling you around to see how tall you've gotten and whether or not you got the string. It was a wonderful and fun time getting to see them again but your mind never left the thought of playing with Eren before getting to the cake. But you were never able to reach him, too busy catching up with your cousins.

When it was time to blow out the candles, your string popped up again, your eyes following its floating path and landing on the finger of no other than Eren Jaeger. You screamed out that it was him, that he was your soulmate — because what kid wouldn't express their initial surprise out loud — and his face suddenly burned a bright red.

Eren ran out before the happy birthday song started and you chased after him, following him to the secret spot that the two of you found. There was a clearing in the woods that sat behind the neighborhood block, dipping down into a slow-streaming creek; you started sharing it with him when he got in trouble with his mom again a few weeks ago. No one was able to stop either of you as your figures disappeared into the bushes.

You caught up to him, grabbing at the back of his t-shirt and questioning why he suddenly ran away when he started to angrily yell at you. He asked why did you have to tell everyone about it, saying that you made him feel ashamed. You apologized to him, you were just surprised that it was him!

It was meant to be right from the start, right when you held his hand and pulled him out of his house, but he thought otherwise. You tried to convince him to come back with you, but before you realized it, he pushed you into the creek. You landed on a group of stones and he caused your adorably coordinated birthday outfit to get completely soaked and dirtied. Tears started to streak down your face as Eren finally yelled out:

"I don't wanna end up with you! I don't even like you!"

Those words completely shattered your world. You got from the creek and ran home, facing your worried parents completely dirtied and sobbing heavily. Eren didn't come back to his home for a while, you knew that it was because he was going to be in deep trouble, but his parents apologized to yours for his behavior and apologized to you for messing up your party. It wasn't the only thing that Eren messed up.

After that day, you stopped going to the Jaeger house to see him, your string tugging frustratingly. Eren didn't even make the same effort to see you either. His mom went over to your house and asked if you would like to attend his birthday a month after your b-day party, but you politely declined, crying into your pillow afterwards. As quickly as your friendship came, it ended just as fast. His attitude towards you didn't get better either, it had only gotten worse. When school started, the hope that you originally had of him coming back to you started to slowly die out year after year.

He wasn't in the same classes as you luckily for the remainder of elementary school, but he had made two more friends. Mikasa, a shy girl who clung to his side like you had once done, and Armin, a smart boy who seemed too nice to be hanging around someone like him. It was an odd trio but they weren't as nice as they seemed, turning a blind eye whenever Eren started to push you around during recess.

You'd come home with scraped hands and knees, sniffling and trying to hide it from your parents. When the school staff was watching, he'd whisper nasty things to you, things like how much he hated having to be your soulmate and if he could, he would cut the string between the two of you. One time, he told you while pushing you into the blacktop that he wished that the two of you never became friends in the first place. To you back then, that broke your heart completely.

The teachers knew that you and him were soulmates — the town you lived in was small enough to get word around — so they just believed his teasing was just what boys usually do when they have a crush. Why did they ignore the fact that he was hurting you severely?

Middle school wasn't easy either, he treated you even worse than before. He resorted to pulling your hair when you were walking to class, snickering when the force of it nearly made you fall over. He'd trip you, spit at you, make you buy him snacks for him and his friends with the money that was supposed to be for your lunch. He'd threaten you that if you went to counselors or the administration, he'll make your life even more of a living hell. The tiny part of you that still loved him gnawed at your insides but what he was doing to you wasn't right. Because of him, you were never able to make friends. The whole grade knew that Eren was your bully and left you alone, not wanting to be involved with the trouble he was causing.

The bullshit reasoning that he'd tell you was because soulmates were supposed to be willingly take everything the other dishes out. It was stupid, the only thing you've done to him was call out in front of his and your family that he was your soulmate. It wasn't fair. He can't just use that excuse whenever he wants when he always stated that he never wanted to be with you in the first place.

One day in the eighth grade, you had it with his torment. It was in the winter, snow had already built up everywhere. You were walking home all bundled up, he and his lackeys close behind. Trying to ignore Eren's laughing, you quickened your pace until he grabbed your backpack from behind. You told him to let go but he smirked, ripping it off of your back. He rummaged through it while you were held back by Mikasa — she was crazy strong for a thirteen year old — your eyes widening as he suddenly tossed your homework and notebooks into the dirty melted snow.

You don't remember how you got out of Mikasa's hold, your blood running hot as you ran and jumped onto Eren, the two of you falling hard to the ground. When you lifted your fist, you felt your string draw taut as if it was a string of a bow and once it was released, you started to punch his face. The commotion stirred the neighborhood and you had to be torn off of him, screaming about how much you hated his guts and how he treated you like trash. Your knuckles were all bruised up and sore, he ended up with a black eye, a bunch of bruises and open wounds around his face. Those injuries were minute than the pain he caused you for years.

After that, Eren left you alone. The two of you never apologized about what had happened, you knew he wasn't sorry and neither were you. He never went back up to you to make fun of something you were wearing or ask for money for his favorite chips, it was like he was a total stranger. You gladly wanted to keep it that way.

Since Eren stopped bothering you, high school was better. There was finally a peace of mind. You passed though freshman, sophomore, and junior year in flying colors. You were able to make new friends, better ones than him.

One friend was someone that you never thought you'd be friends with. Armin went up to you in junior year, apologizing for how he ignored how Eren treated you. Better late than never, you supposed.

He asked if the two of you could somehow be friends. It bothered you since he was still known to be a part of his clique, so you told him that it would be best if the two of you started as acquaintances. To your surprise, he agreed and respected your wishes. He didn't push much besides sharing class notes and studying tips since he was usually in the same classes as you. He really shouldn't be friends with him, you still didn't understand why he still considered him one when he knew that he was a good-for-nothing asshole.

Otherwise than that, you tried avoiding Eren the minute you stepped foot in the school, taking advanced classes so you wouldn't see those teal-green eyes glaring holes in the back of your head. Going on different paths to class and eating in hidden areas during lunch were more cheap tactics you did to ensure that you'd never see him ever again, and for a long time, it worked. You were happily thriving, unlike him.

It was known that he was the so-called "bad-boy" of Shiganshina High. You've also heard that he was currently dating Mikasa and was an insane partygoer. He got into fights, eventually causing and winning enough of them to be called the "Shiganshina Devil". You knew that his parents had to have constant headaches with the amount of trouble he was getting himself into.

It was truly frightening to see where he had ended himself up at, how your paths diverged immensely. You also heard that he wasn't doing too bad in his classes so they haven't expelled him yet, you could only assume that it was because of his father.

A few more months before the end of the senior year, he was coming out of juvenile detention for the supposed fifth time since being in high school. After years of never seeing him, there he was standing in your ceramics elective class introducing himself. The staff thought a peaceful class would subdue his "violent" tendencies until they make him graduate, but not when you were going to be in it, fate had it out for you.

He looked different, your string tugging as you gawked at him in shock. Eren was taller — back then, you used to be a few centimeters taller and he complained about it when the two of you were still friends — and he was now considerably more muscular under the leather jacket he wore. His brown hair grew out to the point where he tied it back messily in a bun, strands still sticking out in the front of his face. His ears were covered in silver piercings and when he spoke, the glint of a tongue piercing stuck out. Rings wrapped around his long fingers, though his left ring finger was strangely left bare.

He had a tired and bored expression, his eyes wandering the classroom until they met yours. They widened slightly but relaxed after the teacher told him to take the empty seat in the back. The empty seat that just had to be right by you.

Eren sat right next to you, immediate tension growing in the air. You refused to acknowledge him, he would not ruin this for you. He seemed to ignore you as well, twirling around the necklace that hung low against his chest. The teacher was rambling about the best methods in which you should attach the pieces of clay workings together and when you were writing down the notes, in the edges of your vision, you saw teal-green observing you. You bit your tongue, turning your attention back to the teacher.

"You look different." He spoke quietly under his breath, his voice deeper. His tone was bluntly precarious, testing the waters as if you were the threat. You shuffled uncomfortably, the grip on your pencil tightening.

"Right back at you." You muttered, writing once more. If you looked at him right now, you were afraid of what your heart might think when your brain was definitely thinking the opposite. A light chuckle was heard and stupidly, your heart skipped a beat. The reappearance of the red string made your finger twitch, his eyes taking notice.

You almost yelped aloud as he suddenly grabbed your hand, his fingers carefully caressing the area where it was tied. You abruptly recoiled your hand away from him, holding it close to your chest in numb shock. You finally looked at him dumbfounded, seeing a smile grow on his face. That very smile that meant trouble was brewing in his head, how could you ever forget that cruel grin.

"There's my favorite face." What the hell?

The bell rang and you hurriedly gathered your items, getting out of the room before he could catch up with you. You couldn't let him see the flush that grew on your face and you couldn't let him back into your life. On the upside, this class was the only one you were forced to see him in. Just grin and bear with it until graduation.

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"Are you serious!?" Both of your shoulders were suddenly gripped together as you stared at your best friend with a tight-lipped smile.

"Dead serious."

"Dude you're never making it out alive, your soulmate is literally the monster of this school." You pinched the bridge of your nose, annoyance rising the more you thought about Eren.

"It's the only class I see him in Jean, I'll live."

"You might think that but then he'll suddenly shank you from the behind with a piece of hardened clay," He pretended to stab at your side, tickling you instead. "What will I do if my dear friend dies under the hands of the Shinganshina Devil?"

You jokingly rolled your eyes from his dramatics, pulling away from his hands. "Don't say that corny ass title, just call him Eren. And besides, you have Connie and Sasha and Marco to entertain. I'll genuinely be fine. As long as I ignore him, he should leave me alone."

He frowned and you could tell that he was still worried, patting his hands gently. "I promise that if he does give me trouble, I'll go to the office. He doesn't have any power here because of his reputation, they're more likely to believe me than him."

Jean finally let out an exasperated huff and stuck out his pinky in front of you.

"Cross your heart?"

You wrapped yours around his, solidifying the promise.

"Hope to die."

You met Jean in your English class during sophomore year, back then you've only knew him as one of the quarterbacks on the football team. You didn't know much about football in general but he was the one that approached you first at your locker, asking for help on one of the essays that was due in a week.

He told you that you were known as the "smarty-pants" in class so he swallowed his pride because this was the only class he was having trouble in. You laughed at his face — apologizing to him shortly after wiping your tears away — explaining that you thought English was the most basic and easiest subject to get through. His face turned red and he started backing out of the conversation, arguing with you that it was far from easy. You refuted back about how could he mess up the first language he learned, leaving him stunned for a minute, then asking grumpily if you were going to help him or not. Grabbing the paper from his hands, you agreed to assist with the assignment.

From there, you learned that he wasn't just a sport-focused jock, he was authentic and enjoyed art more than football, doing the sport only because his dad made him. He was sweet and funny, dependable when you needed it. He was the shoulder that you needed to cry on those many years ago and soon enough, you confided in him about your soulmate.

Jean let you rant about it, deeply listening about how much suffering you had to go through just because you made an innocent little announcement about how Eren was going to be with you forever. He told you that it wasn't your fault, that you were just a kid, Eren was just a brat that didn't appreciate what he had and consequently took it out on you with his own insecurity. He told you everything that you needed to hear. Your parents and past teachers have always told you that in time, he'd realize that he loved you but there was never any progress. Why give all those hopeless dreams to that little girl?

If there was ever a chance to choose your soulmate, Jean Kirschtein would be the first pick. Whoever he was fated to was surely lucky.

The two of you let go of the pinky promise, his hand dropping down to his side until his eyes suddenly narrowed behind you. He grabbed you and held you to the side of the lockers, as if he was trying to hide you.

"Speak of the devil."

You partially snorted at the joke, turning your head and seeing Eren walking with Mikasa at his side. She had taken a darker gothic look to her when she reached high school, you didn't know whether it was because of her boyfriend's style or just the style she chose to wore. Either way, she still looked scarily good.

"I really can't see how they're still together when he's so shitty." Jean leaned in and whispered in your ear as they passed by.

"She's been like that since elementary school, she's just that in love with him." You whispered back and he made a face.

"Even if she knows that you're his soulmate?" The tug of your string reminded you of the fate you weren't able to change, teeth clenching.

"Soulmate or not, I don't belong to him. And it's not like I'm being cheated on, I'm not going to wait for someone that never liked me in the first place." As you bitterly responded, you watched the two disappear down the hallway, Mikasa kissing his cheek before the doors closed in on them.

If Eren wanted her, it was fine by you. He's established that he'd never love you and that wasn't going to ever change.

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"Horse-boy huh," Eren flicked a piece of balled paper in your direction, landing it right in front of your notebook while you were writing. "Expected better from you."

You promptly ignored him, brushing off the paper ball and trying to focus on your education rather than the nuisance next to you. Jean did not look anything resembling a horse, unless he was poking fun at his athletics. He didn't take your silence kindly however, hearing his tongue click quietly. You could feel his presence lean in close to you, his voice dropping down to a whisper.

"You guys fucking?" If your pencil was wooden, it would've broken from the amount of pressure you were putting on it. What a weirdly personal question to ask someone. And a disgusting one at that, especially towards the person he'd used to knock around for shits and giggles.

You wondered if you said yes, he'd leave you alone but you didn't want Jean get roped into this. Shooting a glare at him, you shrugged him away, going back into writing your notes. You heard a huff from him but he moved away, his clothes shuffling.

The both of you sat quietly for a while until the teacher announced that the final piece will be in partners due to budget cuts, but the partners would be the person you sat next to. Your heart sank deeply into the pit of your stomach and without even looking, you could imagine the smug smirk that his face had.

"Lucky me, at least I’m seated with someone I know."

"You don’t know me," You bluntly stated, irritatingly shoving your notebook into your backpack before the bell rang. "And let's keep it that way. All we will do is talk in this class and do our work, that's it."

Eren watched you get up, a stupid smirk still on his face. He got up and towered over you, his nefarious teal-green stare matching up to your irked glower. Your stomach twisted as you saw your reflection in the color, a cold sweat running down your back. How funny it was that after all these years, part of you was still terrified of him.

"Deny it as much as you like Y/N, there's no one who knows you better than your soulmate."

The bell ringing was like music to your ears and like yesterday, you got out of there as fast as possible. He's so scummy for thinking that he still can use it against you. Opening your phone on the way to your next class, you checked your email to see if any colleges had answered your admissions. They were mostly all out-of-state because you couldn't stand the thought of seeing Eren in any of the in-state ones.

"Y/N! Thank God you came out alive." A body collided into yours, a small oof coming out of you.

"I towld ou I'd be fwine." You replied, words muffled from being crushed into his chest. Jean finally pulled away, jokingly hitting you over the head.

"That doesn't make me worry any less."

A smile grew on your face as he rested a hand on your shoulder, the thoughts of Eren washing away. When the storm dissipated, the sun was always there to dry all the worries away. He was about to walk you to your next class when both your name and Jean's was called out, the dread coming back.

"I thought I wasn't able to catch up with you Y/N, you should try out for track and field." He panted dramatically, hands resting on his knees. Standing back up, he smugly grinned down at you. "Actually you can't anymore huh, since it's our last year in high school."

"What do you want Jaeger?" Jean spoke up for you, pulling your body closer to his protectively by the waist. You hoped that he didn't feel how hard your heart was beating right now. His eyes darted from one to the other, an eyebrow raising as if he put two and two together.

"I wanted to know why you keep hanging around my soulmate." The more he said that, the more of a migraine was forming.

He scoffed in response, rolling his eyes. "As if you can say anything, you're literally going out with Mikasa. Or did you suddenly forget that?"

You felt like you could see the tension between them, sparks of electricity flying off of each other's stares. The more he gets involved, the higher probability he'd end up as his next "meal". That's what you've heard others say about the fights he gets into, as if he was the top carnivore in the food chain.

"Jean, let's just go." Passively tugging at the side of his jersey, his eyes finally tore away from Eren's and the two of you started walking to your next class. Before the doors closed, you took one last glance back at him. He still had the smile and lifted up his left hand, waving at you.

In that moment, a flash of the red string revealed itself. There it was, wrapped around his empty ring finger. The doors closed, red fading away.

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Two months or so passed by after that incident, graduation nearing with every day. Frustratingly, Eren hasn't been attending the ceramics class, which meant that you were alone working on the final project. Not that you mind, this was the best outcome possible but you hated the fact that he just left you to do all the grunt work. There was word that he gotten himself into another fight and that's why he was consistently absent, but you swore that you've been seeing him in the edges of your vision. Even when you weren't at school, there was a familiar feeling that he was right there. Yet, every time you assumed it was him and turned to look, he disappeared like a cloud of smoke.

You had to be losing it, there was no other explanation.

Finally being fed up with it, you approached Armin and asked where Eren was. He told you that he's been attending class the entire time. Every class except yours. Did the blockhead finally realize boundaries or something because he can practice that while attending ceramics. You weren't going to go beg for him to come back; if he wasn't going to come, whatever. That's his grade that he's fucking up.

In better news, Jean told you that a big graduation party was going on in his house after the ceremony — hinting at the fact that none of his parents would be in town — and you gladly took his invitation. You weren't the biggest party-goer in the first place but it would be nice to celebrate the end of your K-12 education. Plus, you haven't celebrated much in over ten years due to what happened with Eren, so it would also be something akin to a commemoration of a new beginning for you.

For the project, you decided to make a teapot with a set of two cups. Someone sat next to you while you were busy forming one of the teacups, your attention to the craft unwavering.

"No hello?" You nearly dropped the clay formation to the floor, your shoulders tensing. You took a slow breath before looking up at the person.

"Eren."

His hand reached over and started playing around with a loosened strand of your hair that you didn't tie up. He wasn't wearing the leather jacket anymore — the late April weather most likely prevented him from using it — and had on a fitted white t-shirt instead. Your eyes wandered to his well-knitted upper arms, seeing layered designs inked into his tan skin. Wow.

You quickly cleared your throat, turning back to your creation before he caught you staring.

"You've been ditching class."

He let out a soft chuckle, shrugging nonchalantly. "I've been busy. I told the staff that they should give me a free period around this time but they denied my request, telling me that my dad had a hand in the decision."

Would that be considered nepotism in Eren's case? His hand left your hair and trailed down your arm, feeling the cool rings slide down your skin. He smoothly grabbed the floral designed teacup from your hand while you were distracted with his touch, pulling it up to his face to observe it.

"I'm working on that, careful!" You scolded in exasperated tone, trying to grab it back from him. He scooted the chair away from you, still looking at the cup.

"You're only making this for our final?"

"My final, you haven't worked on anything since you ditched. And I already finished the teapot." He raised an eyebrow at you, handing it back to you.

"Then I'll do the other cup, that's your plan isn't it?" Eren removed each one of his rings and put them in his bag pocket. He then reached over and grabbed a handful of clay from the block, starting to knead it under his hands.

Wait. How did he know that? Your notes weren't currently out and he definitely hasn't been around you to see what you were making for the class. It could be an accurate guess of course, it wouldn't make sense for a tea set to have only one teacup.

"Fine, but it better look good. I'd rather not settle with a C in a simple art class, thank you very much."

The two of you sat in silence, focused on the project in each other's own hands. The atmosphere was... peaceful? Comfortable? There was still some sort of unease in the air, but there was something tranquil about it, in an odd way.

If you and Eren had never known each other in the past, perhaps there was a chance that the whole soulmate route could've worked out. Would he have ended up differently if you never had that outburst? You couldn't really imagine him alternatively from what he was now, it was difficult to think of him as anything but a bully.

Glancing over at what he was working on, you suddenly felt your heart flutter and string tighten. Eren formed the clay into a heart shape, the cup was still kind of rough in some areas but it was still cute regardless. He picked up a carving tool and started making designs on the side, straying from your intended design but nevermind that. It was nice he was putting in some effort for the final.

You watched him put the tool inside of the cup and carve something inside, settling it down afterwards.

"Done."

"Can I see what you did?" As you reached over, he seized your wrist with one clay-dirtied hand.

"Nope. Are you done with yours?" You sighed and nodded, pulling your hand out of his grip. In a flash, he grabbed yours and started carving inside of it. Internally you were screaming, thinking that he was going to ruin it but he handed it back to you afterwards in one piece. You took a look on the inside and on the bottom of the cup, there were his initials carved in.

E.J.

Irritation bubbled within you. Did he do that as some sort of ploy for credit? You carefully snatched his created cup, peering at the bottom. He didn't stop you, only observing. The original anger soon quickly dissipated, the feeling replaced with a stewing bittersweetness.

Eren wrote in your initials but your last name was a J instead. What was he trying to imply?

"Why did you...?" Speechlessly, you scanned his gaze with a puzzled complexion. What were you searching for, what did you even want to see? There was nothing but that empty teal-green abyss that you've woefully admired for years.

"You're fucking with me again, aren't you?"

You tried to not look as if all of your hope was given up all over again. Instead of physically harassing you, he's resorted to emotional and psychological tricks. Why did that hurt more than getting actually hit? You needed to stop forgetting that Eren was no longer that kid, that same kid you've chased around the hidden creek during the months where you still considered each other as companions.

You got up from your seat to clean off the dried clay from your hands, feeling it crumble and fall away just like the remaining pieces of your heart. You could feel tears well up when you knew it wasn't supposed to, letting out a quiet sigh out. This time around, all you were going to focus on was yourself, graduation, and Jean's party. No more Eren, no more soulmates, no more red string.

Just you.

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"Are you all ready to go absolutely crazy tonight?!"

You winced as the megaphone in Jean's hands blared in your ears, covering up the side of the ear where he was. The crowd cheered just as loudly as he did, Connie playing airhorns on the sound system to hype them up even more. You didn't expect the turnout to be this large but you shouldn't expect anything less from one of the most popular athletic students.

"Then let's make this a night to remember, Shiganshina graduates!" You watched him throw the megaphone in someone else's hands, then jump down from the stage that held the music booth, the crowd enveloping him with excited shouts and screams. You immediately lost him in the wave of people, sighing in amusement. You knew he was going to be fine but you would definitely find him later on clutching for life over a toilet.

Now, where to start your own version of a little celebration? Shoving yourself through, you entered the jam packed house, trying to apologize with every person you passed by. Suddenly, a hand grabbed you and pulled you through the clumped up bodies into a decently spaced out area.

"Armin?" The blond sheepishly smiled, raising a red solo cup as a greeting towards you.

"Thought you weren't the party-girl type."

"I thought you weren't even the type to party. Aren't you someone that only spends time locked up in their room with stacks of books?" He laughed, shaking his head.

"It seems that we both aren't like what we were supposed to be." He grinned and gave you his cup, tapping the kitchen counter to get Marco's attention. He handed him another solo cup, presumably with the same liquid as what he gave to you. You couldn't really tell what it was due to the party lights but when you pulled it up to your mouth, you could smell the scent of a very strong liquor.

Fuck it, why not. This was a once-in-a-lifetime experience, might as well get a little fucked up. It'll help you temporarily forget thinking about him all the time.

You took a quick little inhale and started downing the cup. You cringed as the sharp burn of alcohol went down your throat, feeling a little warm afterwards. Crushing the cup in one hand, you looked up at Armin with a crooked, flushed out smile.

"Another please."

Each drink came by in a blur, your mind melting and meshing together. You knew you were currently on the dance floor, probably in the backyard again, strangers' bodies rhythmically clashing into yours. Some loud music Connie put on was incoherently playing and you felt someone place their hands around your waist from behind, a tipsy giggle coming out of you. As you took a glance back, you were not surprised in the slightest on who your sudden dance partner was.

Armin was dancing behind you, a dark red blush already formed on the apples of his cheeks. His blue eyes hazily looked down at you and you turned around, playfully pulling him in towards you by his white button up. His hands never left the curves of your hips, almost barely lifting up your tank top and touching your bare skin. The warmth that was shared between your two drunk bodies was sweltering, the immense tension between each other growing with each sway and laugh.

There were rumors back in school on who his soulmate is. Some say he's Annie's but due to Bertolt being consistently around her, a handful were unconvinced. Very few said that it was Mikasa, another little group spread the joke around that Jean was his soulmate. At this moment, who cared?

Eren had been dating Mikasa for nearly four years, of course they had PDA before. You? You didn't even have your first kiss yet.

One part of you had always wanted to give your first kiss to Jean, but he was too dear for you to lose as a best friend. The other part of you, the little devil on your shoulder, wanted to be petty. To give something that was originally intended for a soulmate to his very best friend, it would be more than enough revenge for you.

Sliding your hand up his body to the curvature of his neck, you pulled him down to your level. You leaned in close to his face, the two of you panting from dancing. You never knew how lovely his blue eyes were as they shined under the colored lights, you were always too afraid too look at him back then.

Armin was the one that made the first move, pressing his lips against yours, his eyes closing as soon as contact was made. You returned his affections, your own eyes closing as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in closer. Through his kiss, you could taste the bitterness of alcohol on his lips. His hands squeezed your hips, a shiver going through your entire body. He was gentle — not pushing for anything more — his soft lips finally leaving yours.

Your heart was beating hard as you gazed upon those eyes of his, swearing up and down that you had instantaneously felt butterflies nervously swirl around in your stomach. If Eren could date others, you can too. What was stopping you besides a flimsy ass string?

"Y/N, I—" Armin paused, his eyes connected with something behind you. They suddenly widened with a particular kind of fear, the red blush of his face immediately draining white. It seemed that he had sobered up, removing his body from yours and backing away in a frightened manner.

"I-I'm so sorry!" What?

He ran off, leaving you confused and with mixed emotions. You couldn't have been that bad at kissing right? Give yourself a break, it was your first kiss after all. Hands made their place on your shoulders, alarms beginning to blare in your head. Before you could turn to see who it was, one hand shot up and wrapped around your mouth while the other quickly went around your waist, forcefully pulling you back.

You struggled hard, trying to fight against the stranger that was kidnapping you but the alcohol in your system made it difficult to do much. The other partygoers seemed to not notice you, either too drunk off their asses or maybe even high off of something.

Without much thought, you began to bite down on the person's fingers as hard as you possibly could. They yelled out in pain and let you go, your body falling to the concrete. You winced as you felt your knees and hands scrape against the coarse rocks. Before you were able to get up, they grabbed your arm and lifted you back up to your feet, slamming you against the wall. A hand pressed one of your shoulders firmly against the textured brick, keeping you trapped.

"Ten years later and you're still a fucking bitch." A chill ran down your entire body, sobering reality hitting like a truck. Those piercing eyes glimmering in the party lights glared down at you coldly, a grimace on his face.

"It takes one to know one," You spat back in reply. "Last time I checked, Jean didn't invite you."

Eren suddenly started laughing, shaking his head. You were stunned in disbelief, he thinks this is some kind of joking matter?

"You think a little paper invite is gonna stop me from coming? God, I don't even know how they let you into the honor roll with that mind of yours."

Your face grew hot and you shoved his hand off of your shoulder. This party was supposed to be your way of forgetting about him. He can't keep showing out the blue right when you were moving on and focusing on better things in your life.

"What do you even want Eren?"

He stopped laughing, his gaze growing more intense as he looked down at you. You suddenly felt like you were shrinking the more he stared down at you in distaste.

"It's a funny story actually, I wanted to get drunk as any other person here but then I saw my whore of a soulmate sucking face with my best friend right in the middle of the crowd," It was your turn to feel the color drain from your own face. "It's really funny, isn't it? She's so desperate for my attention, she'd give her own body to anyone who's asking, even if it's someone like Armin."

You shoved him back, his body colliding into the wooden fence behind him. You were trembling, fists shakily balling up.

"For your information, Armin kissed me first. And you know damn well that you out of all people, have no right to call me a whore. I don't even know where to begin with how much you've treated me like shit either." You started to let loose everything you wanted to say to him, tears welling up and dripping down your cheeks. He stood up, his head down and face unreadable as you continued to chew him out.

"And how fucking dare you! Why still consider me as 'soulmate property' when all you've been doing for years is torture me?!"

Maybe it was the alcohol still circulating in your body that was making you too emotional, but in the first time in forever, you sobbed in front of him. Eren stood quietly as you sniffled, swiping your wrists over your wettened cheeks.

"There's nothing you can fix Eren, this string hasn't done anything but torment us. What ties us together isn't love, it never has been and it never will be." You wanted to go home, he ruined everything as always. The only redemption he'd ever get is that he would never speak to you ever again.

You opened the metal side door of Jean's home and began to walk out when you felt his hands grab your shoulders once more and turn you around. Like clockwork, you balled up your fist and was ready to punch him in the face until he grabbed that very hand's wrist and held it back against the door. You struggled against his grip, eyes wide in shock.

"What are you- Eren! Let me g—"

He interrupted you, his lips slamming onto yours roughly. A dull throbbing pain emerged as his teeth clashed into yours. The back of your head hit the metal door, a resonant clang bouncing off as it was forcibly shut closed. His free hand curled around the dip of your back and pulled your body closer to his.

Eren's tongue forced its way through your mouth, the metal ball rolling around against your tongue. He kissed you as if he was starving, as if it was vital that he had to have you like this. It was completely overwhelming. The shock put you in a hazy daze, your body burning up to a scalding and uncomfortable heat.

Unlike Armin's, he was needily intense. He messily intermingled his saliva with yours, pushing even more deeply into you. It was suffocating, he was suffocating. Through the thickened haze, you felt his hand trail down to the curve of your ass and something solid was slowly rubbing against your thigh, immediate fear coursing through your body.

Without a second to waste, you bit down as hard as you could. Eren cried out in pain in your mouth and pulled away from you, his hand shooting to his face. He removed his hand and you saw a dark liquid dripping down his chin, the taste of iron and a spherical object in your mouth soon coming into realization.

Spitting out whatever was in your mouth into your hand, immediate nausea started to come in waves as you gazed upon it. You felt dizzy and out of breath, your heart wildly beating to the point where it started to ache.

You ignored the squeeze of the string, feeling it tighten till you were sure that circulation had cut off. The two of you shared a look, yours reflected a terrified stare and his... his pupils were blown out with a mortifying desire. A desire that you did not want any part in.

You dropped the piercing and ran, completely horrified to look back.

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You didn't tell anyone what had happened afterwards. You texted Jean that you left after a few drinks and thanked him for the invite, but you neglected to tell him the other bits and pieces. He didn't need to know or else he'd get all worked up about it. You didn't have Armin's phone number but you assumed that his friendship was still intact, occasionally seeing the blond visit the Jaeger household every few days or so. All he will be would be the one that took your first kiss from you.

It was difficult trying not to think about what had occurred in Jean's party. How can you even forget that kind of moment? You didn't even know what Eren wanted from you anymore, did he still hate you or did he finally realize he had feelings for you far too late in life? What a jackass. Technically, he cheated on Mikasa and that made him even more scummier than before. Regardless, you weren't ever going to reciprocate.

There was a particular temptation to smash the cup that Eren made into itty bitty pieces. When the two of you got an A on the final, you told him he could keep his cup. It was only fair after all.

He refused, instead taking the one that you made. You watched him carefully tuck it into his backpack, partially in awe that he actually cared to keep it from breaking. All you were left with was the teapot and his heart-shaped teacup. Instead of throwing it away, you put it on a shelf next to other various trinkets of yours. Now that you were looking at it now, a mix of a melancholy frustration occupied your thoughts.

The weeks after the party, you tried avoiding getting out of the house unless your parents strictly forced you to. Fate had always been against you so if there was even a minute where you were alone, you knew that Eren would mysteriously come along. Your parents just assumed that it was college jitters and you were afraid of leaving home, but unfortunately it was really more than that. It was not their burden to bear — they were already too old to be worrying about soulmate issues — this was your mess and you had to deal with it like an adult.

In better news, the college that you've wanted to go to since junior year graciously accepted your application. Sooner or later, you were flying a few states over for orientation and to check into the apartment that you and your parents found after the acceptance. You got the email mid-June while you were still moping over the party incident, screaming the house awake once more as if it was your ninth birthday.

You told Jean over the phone, the speakers nearly blowing out on his side of the call. The two of you promised to try syncing up breakfast and dinners since you were moving in a city with a separate time zone, and he'd update you on what's happening back in the town. He decided to take a gap year, the sole reason he explained to you was to gain work experience from what his dad was doing. You joked saying that you would be graduating before he would; in response, he told you to piss off and have a safe flight.

You tried having the move be as downlow as possible, making the decision to only bring essentials and anything else that was too big and noticeable would stay at home. It sucked that it had to be this way — you worried that you might leave something important behind — but you didn't want to catch the attention of anyone that wasn't family or friends.

You adjusted the bag on your back, flicking the edge of the orientation pamphlet that was handed over to you before entering the university. The map layout was on the front, other pieces of information were inside, ranging from various major and club booths to scheduled times of educational presentations the university was providing for today. For fun, you were thinking of joining the photography club or one of the book clubs, slinking through the crowd to get to the booths. After checking out the booths, you were going to one of the presentations for your chosen major.

This had to be your most peaceful moment in your life. The air was fresh and everyone was so kind, it was a relief that none of them knew about the person that haunted your very being. He no longer shadowed you, consumed you to the point where your identity was constantly associated with his.

You entered the room that the designated presentation was being held in and settled in the back, getting the full view of the space. No one was inside yet, maybe because you had got here just a little bit too early. It was fine however, it let you quietly observe without looking too weird.

This university was on the slightly older side, the seats were still the big wooden seats that served as a table at the same time with a deflated cushion and one side of the walls had stained glass windows, softly reflecting the colors onto you. It was a charming place, you'd love to attend a class in here.

There was a sound of someone settling down besides you, the seat creaking with age. You wanted to make any friends that were in your major as quickly as possible, miss any opportunity to befriend someone and you'd be lonely and struggling the entire time you'd be here. Turning towards the stranger, you began to extend your hand and greet them, until you fell short on your words when your eyes connected.

"E-eren?"

It couldn't be. It shouldn't be.

How did he know where you were attending? You never told anyone besides Jean and your parents. Jean would never tell anyone, especially him out of all people, and you've begged your parents not to publicly post anything about where you were attending until you graduated. Your jarred confusion must've amused him because a pleased grin started to form on his face, his head resting on his hand as he stared back at you. The glow of the string illuminated the side of his face, malice reflecting off of him.

Those cursed teal-green eyes, a color of a persistent poison with no antidote.

Everything crashed down on you, the world turning upside down. You abruptly stood up, stumbling backwards as you tried to get away. He didn't make a move, only watching you idiotically bumble around. Like a predator stalking its prey, you could tell when he was getting ready to strike. Maybe he had already got you wrapped up in his web, you just never realized it until now.

As you tried to get out of the room, the door handle didn't budge. Terror shot through you and you still tried to open it, tugging and pushing against the wooden door. You cried out in panic, beginning to hit the door with your fists, hopeful that anyone outside would hear you. A few minutes went by and no one came, your luck at an all time low.

Nothing. Nothing you did worked at all.

You finally faced him unwillingly, watching him stick out his tongue. A hand went over your mouth in shock. Nearly from the middle to the tip, there was a healed slit. He moved it and you gasped, his tongue parting in two. Oh God, what the hell happened? Wait... where did the metal ball go?

In that very moment, that very night came back to you in a flash. The taste of blood. The spherical piercing in your mouth. Your stomach churned in horrid disgust.

You did that.

"So..." Eren put away his tongue and got up from his seat, slowly nearing you. You were shaking, the feeling of consciousness slipping away as your heart hammered too fast for everything else in your body to keep up.

"Won't we finish what you've started?"

[simpinghour]

Cake and Pears at 2am Hange x fem! reader

Summary: What is meant to be a casual night out to hang with Mikasa and friends leads you to meeting the very dapper, very suave even though they sometimes remind you of a golden retriever, Hange.

This was meant to be a mafia AU and there are light mentions of it but that's not the focus. Here you'll read about a fem!reader who is 14 years younger than a nonbinary Hange but doesnt let that stop her from dating them. 

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Nonbinary Hange, gothkasa, Strap on sex, loss of virginity with strap on, this is smutty as hell and I have no regrets, side Eruri, Side Eremika, Squirting, Oral Sex, Fingering, also side Mikenana, Yelena needs her ass kicked, age gap, but not a creepy age gap I promise, I had to do so much research about strap ons for this damn fic

Ao3 link 

Chapter 1

First you didn’t feel like going out. Then Mikasa wheedled until you gave in, and you asked what you should wear.

“Anything is fine. Wear your regular clothes.”

And that was how you ended up wearing an ankle length black linen dress, feeling completely out of place when turning up at Mikasa’s cousin’s bar.

The plan was to have a quick drink to start off the evening. How you ended up drinking by yourself was a mystery, but you suspected it was likely due to Mikasa getting in a quickie with her boyfriend and losing track of time.

I hope the dick is good because I’m going to kill you and Eren when you get here, you quickly texted Mikasa while trying to ignore the drunken man to your right doing the most to get your attention.

“Either drink this and stop harassing our guests or get the fuck out. Your choice,” you hear someone say.

You look up to find a guy with short dark hair and an undercut who eerily resembles Mikasa pushing a glass of water across the bar top while glaring at the man bothering you. A quick glance at the man shows that he looks as though he’d been scared sober, because he takes the water and scuttles in the other direction without another word.

“Tch. Asshole,” the guy says in disgust before he flicks a dishcloth at a spot of moisture on the bar. “You okay?” he asks.

“I’m good, thanks. I would be great if my friend Mikasa didn’t have me here waiting like an idiot.”

He scoffs again. “So you’re friends with my cousin. No doubt she’s glued to that idiot boyfriend of hers.”

“I’m guessing you don’t care much for Eren,” you reply, biting back a laugh.

“Hmm,” he grunts. “She could do better, but I guess she could also do worse.”

He doesn’t offer further commentary and moves to the other end of the bar. You go back to fiddling with your phone and sipping on your drink.

Ten minutes later you get hit on again, this time by a tall blonde who is admittedly attractive but too damn pushy for your tastes.

“Don’t be like that,” she says, reaching down to wrap long, rough fingers around your wrist.

The last thing you want to do is cause a scene; not only is this a club for members only, but everyone here is at least fifteen years older than you. On top of that, Mikasa vaguely mentioned something about her cousin’s bar being a mafia hang out, but she didn’t answer or give more details when you outright asked if her cousin was in the mafia.

As you think back to the way the guy harassing you earlier looked like he was going to wet himself when the dark-haired guy glared at him, you think the answer is yes.

“Yelena, leave the young lady alone before I have Levi ban your ass,” a raspy voice interrupts in a way that seems light yet has a casually threatening undertone.

The woman named Yelena takes her hand off you and you peer around her to find the owner of the voice.

You were aware that you were likely gawking, but you hadn’t expected to see a lithe brunet dressed in a three-piece suit that clung to them like a second skin. Their hair was sort of long but had been pulled up in a partial ponytail, and a few strands framing square-rimmed glasses and a pair of warm brown eyes were the second things you saw. The unamused expression on their face was the next.

“You and I both know why you’re acting like this,” they continue, staring unblinkingly at Yelena.

You know this person came to your defense, but you can’t help feeling intimidated. Then Yelena sighs dramatically and backs up a few steps.

“No harm done, Hange. It was just a bit of fun.”

“Bit of fun, my ass. You’re only here because we like Onyankopon. Now move along.”

Yelena stares hard while slinking away and the person called Hange leans against the bar to peer down at you.

“Sorry about that,” they apologize while sticking out a hand. “Hange Zoe. I don’t think I’ve seen you here before.”

“This is my first time,” you explain after giving your name and shaking their hand. “I’m supposed to be meeting some friends here but they’re extremely late.”

“Oh? Anyone I know?”

“Mikasa and her dumb boyfriend Eren. And I think our friend Armin if he’s not glued to his computer.”

“Ohh, you’re Mikasa’s friend. Levi told us some of you would be stopping by tonight.” Hange turned to look across the room and pointed to a table. “Wanna join us while you wait?”

You peer over to see a man with shaggy blond hair sitting there, engaged in conversation with another man who had neatly styled brighter blond hair as well as a stunning blonde woman with a short haircut that fits her face perfectly. Levi, who you learn is in fact Mikasa’s cousin when pointed out by Hange, is in the middle of sliding into the booth with the two men and a lady. They all seem equal parts classy but intimidating, and it immediately sets you on edge. They’re nothing like anyone you’ve been around before and you’re in fear of making some serious social faux pas.

“I don’t want to intrude,” you protest.

“You aren’t. Besides, it’ll piss off the blonde who just got grabby with you.”

“Okay, only if you don’t mind,” you agree, picking up your glass. “Who was that, an ex of yours?”

A wry look cross Hange’s face as they lead you across the bar.

“You could say that. Say, what is that you’re drinking? It looks tasty.”

“It’s called a Red Devil. Not everyone knows how to make it but this guy with brown hair knew what I was talking about. He made it perfectly too; some people use too much gin and it tastes disgusting like that.”

“If he had on a blue shirt that’s Moblit and yup, he makes the best drinks.”

When you and Hange reach the table they introduce you to everyone. Nanaba is friendly and Miche is polite but doesn’t seem like a big talker, although Erwin and Levi have plenty to say. Hange orders you another drink without you asking and you sit on the outside of the booth, sipping on your second Red Devil while wondering how the hell you ended up at the table of Mikasa’s cousin and his friends.

You guesstimate that the jacket alone to their suits is equal to the price of a month’s rent. And you don’t know much about watches, but you definitely know what a Rolex is and every person at the table except you is wearing one. Correction, Miche and Nanaba have on his and her Patek Philipe watches.

Eventually someone else equally well-dressed joins the table, the tall man with brown hair named Moblit who happens to be the person that made your drink.

“Are you and Hange going to drink one another under the table tonight?” Levi asks, and Hange grins broadly.

“No,” they laugh. “But now that I think about it, I could use a snack. Are there any olives in the back?”

“Yes, for the cocktails,” Levi hisses, looking scandalized as though Hange suggested snacking on earthworms.

“Actually, I bought a large bag of mixed olives because I know you like them,” Erwin interjects, ignoring the way Levi glares at him.

“I thought I was the only one who ate olives on their own,” you murmur, and Hange’s face lights up.

“I guess you’ll share with me, right? Hold on, I’ll be right back.”

“Hange, don’t you break my damn bar!” Levi yells over the booth as Hange hurries in the direction of a closed door. “And bring something to put them in!”

You’re wondering why Hange needs to be told to bring something for the olives, and bite back a laugh at the image of them eating olives right off the tabletop. Soon they return, arms laden with a small stack of bowls and the olives.

Erwin hadn’t been lying; the bag of mixed olives he bought was enormous. It easily rivaled the size of a food container one would find at a food co-op. Hange tries to cut it open with a pocketknife but with speed-lightning deftness, Levi reaches over and snatches it out their grasp.

“I’ve got it, before the whole fucking thing ends up all over the floor,” he grumbles, pulling out his own pocketknife from somewhere and neatly slitting open the bag.

“You are so weird,” Miche says, watching Hange pour a generous portion of olives into two paper bowls. They stab a toothpick into a green olive atop both mounds and push a bowl in your direction.

“See, Miche? I told you I wasn’t the only one who ate olives like this,” Hange tells him, brandishing a toothpick with a black olive on the end before popping it in their mouth.

The entire situation is laughable. The idea that the stunning human in a bespoke suit has the personality of a golden retriever yet can clearly switch to that of a guard dog with a killer bite is unfathomable. Either way, you’re having a good time and don’t think the night can get any stranger. But you’re soon proven wrong.

Miche excuses himself and as he crosses you to get out the booth, he pauses and loudly sniffs your hair. Hange explains that it’s a thing he does and he means no harm, but then he says your hair smells good. Nanaba says she noticed the same thing too, and then everyone else says they also agreed.

Everyone starts throwing out names of expensive parfums that would probably take you a month or more to save for if you wanted a bottle. You tell everyone that it’s not perfume you’re wearing, they’re smelling the hair oil you used on your ends. That prompts a conversation about your tight curls and you’re explaining that your hair tends to get dry and needs extra moisture when Mikasa finally shows up. Eren is behind her, trying to pretend that he isn’t hiding from Levi and failing miserably. Armin is also there and he’s smiling nervously. Mikasa looks confused when she sees you sitting with her cousin and his friends, but her expression barely gives away anything.

“Hey brat, why’d you make your friend wait all this time?” Levi asks her.

“Eren and I lost track of time,” Mikasa offers dismissively, sniffing as she looks away.

“Tch. I bet,” Levi scoffs, narrowing his eyes and the increasingly nervous Eren. Armin also looks anxious, but mostly because he likely feels like a third wheel knowing what his two best friends were doing that caused them to be late.

“I don’t want to keep you from your friends,” Hange tells you with a smile. “Thanks for keeping me company.”

You really don’t want to leave but know it would be rude to not join Mikasa and the others. So you thank Hange and everyone else and reluctantly leave their table.

You’re oddly quiet while sitting with your friends, yet they’re too busy quarrelling over something to notice. When you cast a surreptitious glance over at Hange, they’re laughing loudly at something while slapping Miche’s shoulder. You feel a stab of envy, wishing you were the one to make them laugh when they suddenly turn in your direction and wink at you. Before you can react, they’ve turned back to their friends and you’re left wondering if you imagined everything.

Eren and Armin go to fetch drinks and when they return, Armin hands you another Red Devil and a glass of water. You notice that everyone also has water along with their drink and Eren asks Mikasa why her cousin made him also take water. The answer comes in the form of Mikasa shooting Levi a nasty glare across the bar and he returns her look with an eerily similar one.

“He hates sloppy drunks,” Mikasa explains. “This is his way of telling us to have fun but not too much fun. I watched him make someone mop up their own puke before throwing them out on more than one occasion.”

“Your cousin is scary,” Armin says, warily eyeing his cocktail as though unsure if he should drink it.

You finish your Red Devil a little too fast and become the teeniest bit tipsy—okay, you’re drunk—and decide to wobble outside, in desperate need of fresh air. Just as you take a deep breath and close your eyes, you hear the door open and someone else walks outside.

“Needed a breather?” Hange asks with an unlit cigar held between their teeth. They reach into their pocket to pull out a box of wooden matches and some other metal tubular object on a ring. “It’s a hole punch for cigars,” they explain when they see you staring. “It gives a better flavor as you smoke opposed to completely cutting off the tip.”

“Yeah, I got a little hot in there,” you reply. “So are cigars good? I’ve never tried one.”

“The right cigar is very good,” Hange explains, taking the cigar from their mouth and punching a hole into the end. They put it back into their mouth and strike a match and you’re captivated by their long fingers cupping the flame while bringing it up to their cigar. A few twirls between two fingers ensures that its lit evenly and Hange takes a few pulls and exhales a grey cloud into the cool night air. “Darker cigars—maduro they’re called— have a smoother taste. A lot of people think the lighter ones do but those tend to be harsh on the throat.”

You’re really drunk and wonder if you’ll remember this impromptu lesson on cigars, but mostly you’re enthralled with watching Hange smoke while looking like the picture of ease in their vest, the other hand in their trouser pocket.

“Would you like to try it?” they ask suddenly, and you realize they’re smiling while holding it out to you.

“You don’t mind?”

“Nah,” they reply, nudging their hand again in your direction. “Go on. Don’t suck too hard though, it’ll taste awful if you do.”

You feel awkward as you take the cigar and try to ignore the sensation of Hange’s fingers brushing against yours. Without their jacket on you catch a whiff of their cologne; something sweet yet musky with a hint of wood and vanilla. It mingles perfectly with the cigar smoke and the aroma leaves you light-headed.

Okay, girl, you really need to calm down, you tell yourself, lifting the cigar to your lips.

Normally you’d be disgusted by the idea of putting your mouth on something that was just in the mouth of someone you barely knew, but you aren’t for some reason. The tip of the cigar is damp and you brush way the intrusive thought that this is an indirect kiss, but you take a soft pull as directed and are shocked to find that it indeed tastes good.

“Nice, right?” Hange asks when they see your eyebrows raised in surprise.

“It is, actually,” you admit, handing the cigar back to them. “It’s sort of chocolatey but earthy? Makes me think of a nice latte.”

“Yes! Some people do have cigars with coffee, as well as chocolate and some teas.”

“That sounds nice.”

“It is. If you ever want a recommendation, I’d be happy to help.”

Just as you’re about to say yes, the door opens and Mikasa sticks out her head.

“Oh, here you are,” she says. “Sasha just texted me to see if we wanted to meet up with her and Jean at the diner.”

“Did any of you drive here?” Hange asks.

Mikasa shakes her head. “We took an Uber.”

“Me too,” you chime in.

“All right. If you need help getting home let one of us know.”

**

The rest of the night is uneventful and boring compared to how it started. Mikasa had her limit of alcohol and used Eren’s shoulder as a pillow for an impromptu nap. Armin’s face is flushed and he keeps complaining that he’s hot and his hair is annoying him. You dig two satin scrunchies out your purse and put his hair into two tiny pigtails and he is visibly relieved. Armin keeps his pigtails in and when Mikasa finally wakes up, she asks Eren if she’s seeing things while staring at Armin.

“I got hot,” Armin replies without further explanation.

“And on that note, I think it’s time to go,” you tell your friends. “I’m going to say goodnight to Hange and your cousin and his friends,” you add, looking at Mikasa who is laying back on Eren’s shoulder. She nods and remains silent, clearly not giving a shit.

“We’re going to leave now but I wanted to thank you,” you tell Hange, who is sitting in the booth with Moblit. “Did everyone else leave?”

“Nanaba and Miche did, and Erwin and Levi are probably making sure things are tidied up before they close. You said you all came in an Uber, right?”

“Yeah, I’m going to order one in a minute.”

Hange reaches into their vest pocket and pulls out their phone. They tap at the screen a few times and then hand it to you. “Just put in wherever you want to go.”

You see that they’re booking an Uber pool for you in an SUV which you know costs a grip.

“I’ll pay you back,” you tell Hange, and they wave dismissively.

“No need. The only thing you need to do is make sure you all get home safely.”

Hange waits outside with you all and you’re disappointed when the driver arrives faster than you anticipated.

“It was really nice meeting you,” they tell you, taking your hand and stroking the top with their thumb. That small touch leaves you speechless and you want to say more but Mikasa is yelling for you to get in the damn truck.

“You too,” you tell Hange, flashing them a smile before getting in the truck and shutting the door. You watch their retreating figure out the window until you’re out of sight, and then you feel immense regret at not asking for their phone number.

Shit.

“You like Hange, don’t you?” Mikasa asks a week later when you two are having a girl’s night at her place, although her sentence sounds more like a statement.

“What makes you think that?” you ask, wondering how the hell you’ve been caught.

Mikasa shrugs, leaning in close to a mirror and relining her lower lids with a smudgy black eyeliner pencil. “It was obvious that night. Well, obvious to me that is.”

“How the hell could anything be obvious to you? You were two hours late!”

“I only needed ten minutes at most to figure out that you like Hange,” Mikasa continues, now working on the other eye. “You wouldn’t stop looking at them.”

“Well, they’re good-looking. So they are non-binary, right? I didn’t want to be rude and ask since I’d just met them but that’s the impression I got from listening to everyone else speak.”

“Yeah, they are.”

“Cool. There was a woman named Yelena there too. She’s Hange’s ex?”

“She is, that bitch. They broke up a few months ago because Yelena’s a conniving, manipulative asshole. Levi didn’t like her from the start. Although it’s not as if he likes many people from the start.”

“He’s probably good at sniffing out bullshit,” you tell Mikasa, thinking back to her stern-faced cousin.

“He is and it’s annoying at times. He’s rarely wrong though, not that I’d admit it to him. Anyway, should I ask Levi for Hange’s number so you can text them?”

“No! I can’t do that.”

Now Mikasa is lining her lips in black, and you see her eyeing you through the mirror.

“Why not?” she asked, leaning closer to perfect the sharp lines at her cupid’s bow.

“Because I… I don’t know.”

Mikasa sighs and turns around to face you. “Listen, I know you’ve always been too shy to flirt with someone who wasn’t a man, and I get it. Men are simple as shit and think a girl likes them if she blinks in his direction. But Hange isn’t some big bad wolf who’s going to attack you. You two can meet for coffee or something casual.”

You know that Mikasa is right, and there’s a stretch of silence before you speak again.

“Fine. Text your cousin. But if Hange isn’t interested, do me a favor and please don’t tell me.”

“You got it, you dramatic weirdo. Honestly, you’re weird and Hange is weirder. You two should get on like a house on fire.”

“That’s an awful analogy, Mikasa,” you groan, flopping over onto your other side. “Can you do my makeup when you’re done?”

The corner of Mikasa’s lip lifts slightly and you know your tactic to distract her was fruitful. For some reason, Mikasa loves putting eyeliner on all her friends. Eren fussed that it made his eyes itch, but Armin allowed Mikasa to do whatever she wanted. You also didn’t mind; you found that someone else doing your makeup was relaxing, and sometimes you fell asleep and let Mikasa do whatever she wanted.

“You’re actually going to let me do your entire face?”

“I’ll do whatever you want me to do, Yoda.”

“Ugh, like I said—weirdo.”

“Yeah, but you love me.”

“Sure. Now be quiet while I clean your skin.”

You’re lying flat on Mikasa’s bed while she swipes a cotton pad soaked with micellar water across your cheek when you speak again. “So what else do you know about Hange?”

“They’re older than us but you know that already. I think they’re forty? Something like that; I only remember because I know Levi is a few years older.”

“Wow, I figured they were a few years older than us. I didn’t think there was a fourteen-year difference.”

“Yeah. They’re also smart as hell. Two doctorates I think and run a lab. Also an adjunct professor if I remember correctly.”

“Well now I’m a little intimidated,” you admit quietly.

“I don’t know why. This is the same Hange who blew up hard-boiled eggs in the microwave at Levi and Erwin’s house because they forgot that you can’t microwave eggs.”

“Okay, that’s actually funny.”

“It is, but the runt didn’t think so. He cursed out Hange, made them scrub it twice and cursed them out some more when they didn’t clean it to his standards.”

You think back to Levi fussing about Hange spilling olive brine all over his bar and fight back a laugh.

“I had a good time with Hange and their friends until you and Eren came. They’re really funny.”

“Yeah, they’re cool. I’ve known most of them since I was a kid.”

Mikasa is now working on your eyeliner so you stay quiet so she can concentrate.

“Let’s go outside when I’m finished your makeup,” she says, using a short eyeshadow brush to buff out the pencil liner. “I need to smoke and I also got that wine you like.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice,” you reply with a tiny grin.

Twenty minutes later, you and Mikasa are out on her balcony that’s been decked in orange lights that were meant for Halloween but are year-round decorations for her. Mikasa brought out her phone and speaker and a darkwave mix is playing in the background while you two puff on cloves and sip wine.

“I texted Levi for Hange’s number, by the way,” Mikasa says casually, blowing a puff of smoke out into the night air. “No doubt he’s wrapped around uncle Erwin right now so his phone is probably turned off.”

“Shit, thanks Mikasa. Now I’m going to be a nervous wreck all night.”

“I have something stronger than cloves if you want. There’s edibles and gummies; pick your poison.”

“I’ll keep that in mind, thanks.”

[arminsumi]

Hello Jay! I have to say, your Dad!Armin has me on a chokehold 👌🏻😩

But, let’s remember the child/children will have Eren and Co. as their “uncles” and “aunts”. Imagine all the wholesome possibilities! 🥹

Like, they would teach them things their parents (Armin and MC) couldn’t/wouldn’t! I think Eren would teach them how to stand up for themselves and to never give up! Mikasa would knit them a scarf just like hers 🧣. Sasha and Connie would show them how to make the best snacks and jokes a kid can do! :D

I can’t think of more, but I hope you like it! :3

This is such a sweet idea 🥺 Ty for your request darlin!

Aunt Mika & Uncle Eren

Hcs | Armin + Eremika + a few more chars!

⚠️Cws; fluff

Notes; gn!reader, this is the post mentioned -> Dad!Armin hcs

You can always rely on Eren and Mikasa to help you and Armin out with the kids if you're feeling overwhelmed!

Whenever you plan holidays, you call them up and ask if they can take care of the little ones, and Mikasa always responds enthusiastically

Eren and Mikasa complement each other in how they care; the one is excellent at talking to kids, and the other is excellent at showing them love and nurture.

"And if they bite you, you bite them back, alright? Don't let anyone be an assho-"

"Eren! Language!" Mikasa calls from the other room, coming back quickly with her knitting basket

"What! I'm teaching a valuable lesson." He defends

Your kids absolutely adore them, but they especially seem to flock around Eren. I guess it's because he's less stern and tense, or maybe it's simply because he has that tranquil air about him

Whenever you invite Sasha over, she comes with baskets of snacks and treats all freshly homemade!

Though, she does nibble them on her way to yours and Armin's apartment

Sometimes you escape to the bedroom with Armin for a breather if all four of your friends are visiting all at once. You hear ringing laughter coming from downstairs because Connie is at it again with his jokes

Armin smiles at you, gives you a kiss on the cheek and then the two of you head back downstairs

As soon as you return, your youngest enthusiastically trots up to you and proudly tells you a pun that Connie just told them

It may be a dumb pun, but the execution is all that matters; who could refrain from laughing at that adorable tiny voice!

After gatherings, you and Eren find yourself washing up dishes in the kitchen, listening to the lively conversations from the living room

"You know, I never told you this, but Armin used to talk about wanting to have a family with you, like, even back in college."

You laughed, "Really!" you looked over at Armin who happened to appear at the archway

"Eren!" Armin scolded his best friend, blushing fiercely from cheek to jaw, "That's so embarrassing..."

"I think it's sweet." You said

You and Armin shared a tender gaze, and Eren fake-gagged, "Alright, I'll let you two be. God, you two are as lovey-dovey as you were in college, too."

At the end of the day, you tuck your little ones into bed, and they sleep soundly with Mikasa's lovingly knitted scarves snugly wrapped around them

Extras 💕

Reiner would be super protective of your kids, and teach them how to defend themselves. It's a tough competition for the kids to decide who they think is more of a teddy bear; Eren or Reiner?

Your old college professors, Hange and Levi, remained friends with you after graduation, so sometimes you'll visit the park for a picnic with them. Although, it seems your kids are a little scared of Levi; he tries his best to not look intimidating, but it just doesn't seem to work! But count on Hange to teach them all sorts of interesting things, especially about science and history

[nikakistos]

The Perfect Closure of EreMika

The title is pure clickbait (as always), there will be lots of tags (as always) and this post will be huge. As always. So, let’s examine and evaluate the perfect conclusion of the most important relationship in Attack on Titan. We will analyze why this is the best conclusion they could have gotten and of course we are going to talk about what their scenes meant for their relationship, their feelings for each other and the themes of the story.

First, let’s ask the question: What was the purpose of this chapter? Ending the fight obviously, but also giving closure to the relationship between Eren and Mikasa. Now, there were 3 questions that needed to be answered in order for the two of them to have closure. 

Why did Eren say to Mikasa that he hated her?

What does Eren feel for Mikasa?

What would have happened if Mikasa had given Eren a different answer back in chapter 123?

Isayama answered all 3 of them in a spectacular way. Let’s see how he did it. The chapter literally starts with Isayama, via Mikasa, setting up the closure. This was achieved by having her wonder if this really was the end for her and Eren. Could it be that their last interaction ever ended with him saying that he hated her? 

Isayama answers that with a big, fat NO.

That’s the purpose of Mikasa’s vision. Mikasa’s vision is not there to introduce us to Alternate Universes or to portray her as a delusional fangirl that can’t cope with reality. It’s purpose is to answer the above 3 questions. And that it does.

Essentially, Mikasa’s vision is a “What if” scenario. If Mikasa had chosen the ideal for her answer back in chapter 123, Eren would have abandoned everything and lived with her. This means that Eren is also in love with her.  He said that he hated Mikasa, because he wanted her to forget him. That’s why he also asked her to throw away the scarf.

Mikasa though, being the truest representation of all major, positive themes in the series says no. She chooses to remember him. That’s essentially the meaning of life. That’s what Armin taught to Zeke back in chapter 137. Memories of everyday life. That’s the meaning of life. Back in Trost, Mikasa said that she couldn’t die, because she wouldn’t be able to remember Eren. Even back then, Mikasa always knew the true meaning of life. 

Afterall, the series heavily criticizes the usage of memory manipulation. Deleting memories or altering them have been methods empoyed by the Royal Family for years, hiding the truth from the people. One of the themes of the Survey Corps is remembering their fallen comrades and carrying on the torch. Mikasa forgetting Eren would be an insult to the themes of the story. As would be if Eren was revealed to have been sending fake memories and dreams to Mikasa out of pity for her. 

Finally, Mikasa decides to kill Eren. Not because he hated her or because he didn’t have romantic feelings for her. Because she had to save the world and because that’s exactly what Eren wanted. Back in chapter 133 Reiner foreshadowed Eren’s desires. He explained that it is very hard for Eren, mentally, to handle the murder of the entire human race. Through Reiner, Isayama reveals that Eren wants someone to end it all for him. That someone was Mikasa. That’s why Mikasa knew where to find Eren. His relieved face when he saw her swinging the blade said it all. That was Eren’s design and Mikasa delivered.

And so, the chapter that starts with Mikasa thinking that the only closure she would get with Eren was the “I’ve always hated you”, ends with the first and the last kiss between the two of them that puts all of her worries to rest.

Is Mikasa delusional?

I’ve seen this being thrown around, so i have to also tackle said point. No, Mikasa is not delusional. This wasn’t a fantasy that only she experienced. This dream of hers is the same dream that Eren had back in chapter 1. Eren experienced the exact same things she did in the dream. We even see him with his titan marks. It is clear as day that they shared these moments.

Also, i have to give credits to Isayama here for his usage of “itterasshai”. The word generally means “Go and come back safely” and is usually said to people leaving the house. For Mikasa, Eren is her home, but she is also home for him, as shown in the RtS arc:

These were the perfect parting words for the two of them. Nothing else could encapsulate their relationship better. Eren of course, won’t come back, but that’s the irony of the word here.

Moving on to the next point, Mikasa’s characterization in this final arc is about her seeing Eren for the person he truly is and stop ignoring his faults. It starts from the Marley arc and it concludes with chapter 123 where she realizes that this was simply part of Eren’s nature.

He always had it in him to become the monster that he became. However, he always had a different side to him. A side that had been shown to her a few times. At first, when he wrapped the scarf around her and later when he asked her “What am i to you”. Finally, it manifested as a desire to live quietly with her in their shared dream. It would contradict her development and characterization in the final arc, to have Mikasa start seeing an incomplete Eren again, after realizing earlier who he really was. Mikasa understood who Eren truly is and she accepted him and continued to love him anyway, even though she didn’t agree with his genocide. 

It is not out of character for Eren to run away with her either. At least not in that instance. The series highlights the moment that he asked Mikasa “What am i to you” as a pivotal one. Sure, under normal circumstances, Eren would have chosen to fight, but we saw him breaking down just moments earlier. The only person that could have saved him was Mikasa. Alas, that wasn’t meant to happen.

In any instance, the biggest indicator that Mikasa is not just a delusional girl who kissed the decapitated head of the man she loved, when he never really loved her in the same way, is Ymir’s face at the end of the chapter.

Ymir, as i have mentioned in previous posts, is a girl who never knew real love during her lifetime. She didn’t understand what she was looking at, when she first say a couple kissing with their friends cheering them on. And after that she was sentenced to a cruel life, with a man who never loved her and only viewed her as a tool. This girl, remembers longinly that scene of the couple kissing for 2000 years. She was waiting for 2000 years to see real love again.

She witnessed that through Eren and Mikasa. In a scene that would have otherwise been painted in a negative light, Ymir’s warm smile at the sight of the final act of love between two people who never got to be together the way they wanted to, clears any and all doubts regarding Eren’s feelings for Mikasa and the latter’s sanity. Eren reciprocates Mikasa’s feelings and he was alive for enough time to kiss her back, before completely fading away. Eren and Mikasa replaced the married couple and Ymir replaced the crowd that was cheering at them from 2000 years ago.

Of course, one might ask, could Eren really kiss her? Didn’t she just take advantage of him? No, he did kiss her. The way the scene was directed, it shows us that the events, which take place in their dream, mirror the events in real life. Just look at Eren’s lips one moment before Mikasa kissed him and compare them to the picture above, where they kiss. They are different.

 Also, you have to remeber that decapitation doesn’t kill immediately and does not immobilize facial muscles. That was the entire reason that Eren and Zeke managed to get the Coordinate. Eren survived long enough from Gabi’s shot to make contact with Zeke. Even his facial expression changes as you can see below:

More importantly, was there really any chance that Ymir would look at Mikasa beheading and kissing Eren, while also smiling in approval, if Mikasa was a delusional girl who was unable to understand Eren’s feelings for her up to the very end? Most of all, do you think she would have allowed him to die, without experiencing real love? She died in such a way and she stayed for 2000 years in the Paths waiting for someone to show her real love. Eren was her benefactor. Would she ever allow him to die in such a way, when she was being mistreated (sexually and in many other ways) by King Fritz? I doubt it. Actually no. I don’t doubt it. I’m sure this is not the way we are meant to interprete the scene.

Eren’s relationship with Mikasa, from the very start, is an allegory for the world of AoT. The world is cruel, but is also very beautiful. Eren’s story with Mikasa starts with him murdering in cold blood her kidnappers (cruelty) and then warmly and gently welcoming her to his family by wrapping a scarf around her (beauty). Their story ends with Mikasa decapitating him (cruelty) and kissing him (beauty).

Eren’s tendency for violence has always been portrayed as going hand in hand with his better side. That side has always been represented by Mikasa. It is only fitting for them to have their most beautiful moment happening almost at the same time as their most cruel one. This is how Isayama juxtaposes this duality:

If we interprete this scene as Mikasa being delusional and Eren not being in love with her we get a very disturbing and creepy scene, between an obsessed, psychosis-suffering girl who can’t understand the feelings of Eren, a genocidal maniac who never had any chance or willingness to live a normal life, even though there are hints of that, and a 2000 year old ghost who just happily smiled at the decapitation and forceful kissing of her emancipator. I am pretty sure this is not the message Isayama wants to send. Not simply, because it is a disservice to Mikasa as a character and to her relationship with Eren, which has been one of the most prominent and consistent part of the series from the very first chapter, but because it is also a huge disrespect to Eren as a character as well. Does anyone really think that Isayama would choose to write Eren’s death like that? Not a single important person in the entire story has gotten such an exit. Not even Floch. Even Zeke, who thought that his father never loved him and only used him as a tool, got to see that his father truly did love him, before finally dying. Of course Eren and Mikasa would get the same treatment.

What i mean to say is that Eren and Mikasa’s closure won’t be recontextualized in a way that will paint their feelings for one another and their relationship in a negative light. If anyone’s expecting that, he/she will be disappointed. Eren and Mikasa were confirmed as a canonical couple in chapter 138.

On the other hand, if anyone’s expecting that this wasn’t their real closure and that they will get an even happier ending, he/she is also coping hard. Eren died here in this chapter. There won’t be a scarf rewrap (i’m here to eat my words if it happens), because Isayama gave the couple a kiss. A kiss that was in the makings ever since chapter 50 dropped. And of course, there is not going to be a baby born to Eren and Mikasa. Like, no way it’s happening. Eren is not coming back to life as that would turnish the series and it’s ending.

In conclusion, Eren’s relationship with Mikasa ended in the same way it started. Violently and Beautifully. Tragically and Happily. They acted on their romantic feelings for each other the very moment they had to part ways forever. This is how Isayama hurts us. The essence of a bittersweet conclusion.

EDIT: EATING MY WORDS AS PROMISED. EREN DID REWRAP MIKASA’S SCARF. HE KEPT HIS PROMISE.

[nenithil]

Hi! I've asked this from a few other levihan blogs too but I'd like to read yours, a different one, too :) Many people believe although Hanji didn't sound or act as dejected in the forest about her offer to live in the forest, Levi did in fact reject her to achieving his goals and all. I noticed they'd call us out on acting too positive. What do you think about this?

Hello! Thank you for the ask.

Levi did in fact reject her for achieving his goals and all?

I want to analyze this from several aspects.

Firstly, it is about the definition of rejection. Levi was no doubt unwilling to live in the forest at that time, even with Hanji. From this point, you can think he rejected.

However, “they'd call us out on acting too positive” - their accusation is obviously not aimed at this, but to say that Levi rejected Hanji's romantic confession, and Hanji’s love is one-sided. Levi obviously didn't show this. I think normal words of rejecting romantic confession should be "I don't love you", or "I love the other person", "we're just good friends", etc...

Levi didn't even refuse the proposal of "living together", it gave me the feeling that he was just saying, "it's not good now. “

Secondly, in my view, Levi's words are actually much more tender than rejection.

“To achieve his goals and all. ”——I think there is something wrong with this. Levi's answer is actually:

このまま逃げ隠れて…何が残る…

If escaping and hiding…like this…what can we keep…

His words did not mention "I still have the goal of fulfilling my oath", or "you are still the Commander. How can you give up everything and escape? " He is saying that once they escape as Hanji's proposal, they will not have happiness, or even hope and pride. He is answering Hanij's proposal from the perspective of “our future” rather than “our responsibility ". In front of Hanji, in fact, he rarely uses "heavy words”.

It’s not the first time Hanji want to escape and hide. In Unprising, she proposed to take everyone to hide for a while because of her guilt and fear towards Nick's death, she even said that they would do some knitting, lmao.

Levi said to her, your words are wrong. Even if time passes, those people will not let us go. If we run away, they will catch up with us and find us one day.

How similar their situation was to that in 126. The outside of the island will be flattened by the Rumbling, and the inside of the island will become the world of Yeagerists. They will become fugitives, and the enemy will not give up chasing them. Even if they avoid the cruel situation and give up resistance, they cannot get security and peace. They can’t find a Paradise for just the two of them, like Eremika.

——Hanji obviously knew this in her heart, but at that moment, she was overwhelmed by fear, remorse and weariness of killing people.

And where Levi's tenderness is—— He knew that Hanji was in depression and made an irrational proposal. He still just gave her suggestions, then asked her what to do. He asked her to make her own decision, then he would follow.

This scene is very similar to 126. So I said that it's more putting forward his views on the situation and future, rather than rejection. He would respect Hanji's decision as before.

Thirdly, what kind of person is Hanji?

In Uprising:

Compared with living a sneaky life like a mouse under the threat of deadly foe, it's better to counterattack them even sacrificing your life.

The guys who killed your father and companions are still alive at ease. How can you live unconcernedly?

Hanji has long shown her way of life. Even without the responsibility of the Commander, she hates "just living" and living under the shadows of the foe. We know that she is very desperate about the current situation. If she goes back and fights the Yeagerist to retake the government, and let them repay their atrocities of plotting to frame their compatriots and turn them into mindless titans, she has to kill a large number of compatriots on the island. Even if she can succeed, she has little confidence to protect everyone against Marley and the world. In this case, it is understandable that she wants to let go of everything and focus on her personal happiness.

So Levi just told her that even if we escape, we won't get any form of happiness.

This is also where I like levihan so much. In my eyes, they don't urge each other with responsibility. Levi just knows what kind of choice and life are in accord with her nature, so that they can be themselves. In this line to Hanji, Levi did not mention his unfinished promise, or even himself, but considered their future.

If for the happiness of living, it’s not that Levi can't put aside his oath for the time being. Just like when he saw that Armin was seriously injured, he immediately stopped to consider injection instead of continuing to chase Zeke; For four years, he has also been performing his duties and never tried to rush to Marley and kill Zeke—— But the situation has been so bad that they have lost almost everything. The happiness of the living is beyond reach. They can only face the cruel reality with their wreckage of lives. If they escaped, they would lose all the opportunity of changing the situation, even lose their soul, then nothing would be kept.

[loveanoutcast]

“Games” | Eren Yeager

Part Two | NSFW Content

TW: nsfw content, fluff, degradation, spitting, oral (female receiving), spanking, cussing, multiple site sex, unprotected intercourse, creampie, fingering, mentions of breeding, illness and symptoms description, cheating (accidental).

pairing: Eren Yeager (Jaeger) x Fem!Reader

other: Gamer!Eren, businessman!Eren, Teacher!Reader, Administrator!Reader, modern au, married, jealousy, insecurity.

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Part Eight

So I was so inspired by the amount of notes my first smut of Eren got that I decided to make a continuation of it! Here is Part two. I will link the original below and it can also be found on my masterlist. I will also make a part three and maybe a part four if you all would like.

Also I just wanted to say that I am a multi-shipper, I did write EreMika as siblings for the purposes of this story but whatever my personal preferences are, are separate from this work of fiction. Thank you for the support, this is going to be extremely filthy and story heavy. There will also be a ton of fluff and some little arguing, but it's Eren so I wouldn't expect anything less. Let me know what y'all think. Thank you!

You both sighed in content, Eren wrapping his arms around you as he spooned you from behind. A kiss was left to the back of your neck and the blanket was so tangled between you two that you weren’t even sure where it started and where it ended.

From where you were, you could see a small object glittering.

“Oh! Look love, that’s where my earring went!”

Eren chuckled behind you, “How the hell did we end up on the floor?”

“You rolled us over too many times.” You stretched, playing with his fingers that laid comfortably on your chest.

“I’m too fucking exhausted to move. You’re going to be the death of me.”

“Says the one who insisted on giving me a baby four times.” You laughed before teasing him, “What's the matter Mr. Yeager? Is the old age getting to you?”

You felt him thrust onto you, his friend poking you on your ass not so subtly and you smiled. You turned in his arms and gave him a few kisses and he sighed in a lighthearted way.

“Okay, for that comment, you’re on top this time.”

You happily obliged, surprised that you still had energy as you got on top of your husband. He gave you a lazy smack on your ass along with a half sleepy smile as you lowered yourself onto him, his eyes closing as your moans filled the air for the fifth time that night. By the sound of birds chirping outside, however, night may have been the wrong term to use.

~~

It had been nearly three months since the rough patch between you and your husband Eren. What started as two weeks of constantly avoiding being at the house at the same time, petty arguments, and refraining from even glancing at each other had ended into one night filled with so many sex sessions, you both had honestly lost count. The last time you two had that much sex and orgasmed till your body literally gave out in exhaustion was your wedding night. Eren with all his stamina and glory had to actually call a time out, and you both were too tired for a shower and shared a bath instead afterwards.

“I’m off to work, baby.” Eren closed the latches of his briefcase, giving you a smile which you immediately returned. You spun from the barstool, doing some last-minute paperwork as you weren’t due in the classroom for another hour.

You let out a low-whistle, Eren wore a dark grey suit with a black tie and he looked damn good in it. You hooked your legs around his calves and wore only your night slip, last night’s session had left you too tired to put on your panties again...as did the fuck session during breakfast. The bacon had come out a bit crispier and the eggs too runny but at the moment, neither of you cared.

“Don’t even think about it, angel.” Eren bonked your head with his fist as he smiled and you pouted, “I know exactly what you’re thinking and I can’t. Levi is close by already.”

“Oh,” You glanced at the front door as if expecting him to waltz right in, “I mean he’s welcome to join too.”

Your chin was grabbed harshly and Eren forced you to look at him, he left a heavy kiss on your mouth, biting your bottom lip before bopping you on the nose lightly.

“Wasn’t funny the first time, still not funny now.”

“I’m just teasing, my love.” You giggled, wrapping your arms around his waist in a feeble effort to keep him just a tad longer, you laid your head on his chest as you suddenly felt a bit dizzy.

“You’ve been so needy, angel. Work going okay?” He detached you from him, spinning you back around to face your laptop on the kitchen island. He encircled his arms around you, placing his lips against your head and you knew he was trying to turn you down nicely.

Leaning back into him, you sighed when he palmed your breasts and were silently grateful as they had been feeling a tad sore.

“It’s going great, my love. I don’t know, I’ve just been a bit all over the place with state exams coming up.”

“Are Jeremy and Kira doing okay?” The week after you and Eren made up, he put aside his hatred for Jean and reached out to him to get a better understanding of the situation. He hadn’t even told you; instead, one day you walked into the house and found them in the den sharing a beer. Jeremy and Sasha’s and Niccolò’s daughter, Kira, who was also a student in your class were drawing together and you almost cried at the effort Eren was putting in. He wasn’t always vocal with his emotions, but his actions spoke incredible volumes.

Niccolò and Eren became surprisingly good friends as he catered many events for his business and did many of the cooking for fundraisers for the school. Sasha and you went all the way back in high school and it was sometimes a wonder on why it took so long for you and Eren to meet; nonetheless, you did, and it was a heartwarming site to see your husband swallow his pride and extend his own hand to Jean who was a new widow and single father.

“Yes, their grades are great. All the kids have been wonderful, actually. I mean, it might be-”

Suddenly you felt a turn in your stomach. You pushed yourself off the barstool and tore yourself from Eren’s arms, feet lightly patting the floor as you sprinted to the hallway restroom. You barely had time to let your knees fully hit the floor before the contents in your stomach emptied into the porcelain basin. You gasped in sharp pain as you barely had time to take another breath before vomiting again.

“Shit,” You heard Eren enter, you felt your hair being taken away from your face as held it in a makeshift ponytail. Rubs were given on your back and you puked a few more times, it was until your stomach clenched and you gagged that you realized there was nothing in your stomach left to come out.

“Baby? Talk to me.”

You moaned in pain, not really understanding where the hell that came from. Your body felt weak and there was heaviness in between your shoulder blades. You started slipping from the side of the toilet and Eren was quick to wrap his arms around you.

“No, no, no. I got you.” He shifted you in his arms, noting how much lighter you felt in a while as he scooped you up, his foot was used to flush the contents. You were carried bridal style into your bedroom, your arms too weak to even wrap around his neck. He took you to the restroom first, grateful that he insisted on getting his and hers sinks with a large space. He perched you on the bathroom countertop, your head leaning on his shoulder as he reached for your toothbrush. You could hear the water running before he spoke,

“Can you brush, or do you want me to?”

You nodded very slowly, hand reaching for it before leaning sideways into the sink. He stepped away and muttered a “be right back.”

Rinsing your mouth, you reached for the mouthwash, letting out a cry of pain as your stomach hurt again. You swooshed the mouthwash around, suddenly feeling gross as that was the first time your husband ever saw you sick. You leaned back onto the mirror, looking at your side profile in the reflection and sure enough you were pale and looked sickly.

“Yeah,” Eren walked back in, he had taken off his jacket and the sleeves of his dress shirt were rolled up. “There’s no way I’m letting her leave like this. Tell the board that they can survive for one day. Yeah, I’ll tell her. Thanks, Mikasa. Love you too, bye.”

He put the phone by his side of the sink, and you closed your eyes.

“Please tell me you didn’t just call in for me at work.” Your voice came out small and pathetic. Eren put his hand against your forehead, giving you a small pat on your cheek as he replied,

“No shit, babe. You’re in no shape to be going anywhere right now. Like I said to Mikasa, they can survive a day. You need to rest. Was it something you ate?”

“Might have been the eggs.” You said meekly. Eren’s eyebrows came down in a frown, he was confused as he ate the same eggs and felt just fine. However, his tolerance was stronger than yours.

“Stay here, I’m going to check to see if we have anything for your stomach.”

“We don’t,” You sighed, “Neither of us get sick...we just have vitamins and those calcium chews for the kids when they visit, and I don’t want to give them sugar.”

“Yeah, that’s why they never want to come over for Halloween, my girl is such a party pooper with her celery and carrot sticks.” He nodded and you laughed before groaning in pain.

He took a moment before letting out a deep breath, “I’ll be right back. I’m going to run to the store and get you some stomach medicine. Let’s get you to bed.”

You shook your head in protest. You let him know you still felt queasy and the cool stone was helping a bit. He asked about ten times if you were sure you would be okay and you had to remind him that it was a stomach bug and not the plague.

“My dearest,” You pinched his shirt and he looked up from his current google search for best medicines to get for stomach pains. Green eyes met yours, “You have to get to work.”

“Fuck work. Don’t worry about that.”

“But your presentation...” You felt tears brim your eyes, feeling worse over making him miss an important meeting.

Eren quietly shushed you, moving to stand between your legs he cupped your face in his hands. He lowered his head to meet your eyes and gave a soft smile,

“In sickness and in health remember?” You could only gap at your husband, feeling yourself fall in love with him all over again, “There will be plenty of other meetings. My wife needs me, and I need to go to the store to get her something called Imodium.”

Giving him a nod and soft laugh, he gave you a quick kiss to your nose and hands before he pocketed his phone and left you on the counter. You listened for his departure before releasing a sigh, your stomach didn't hurt as badly anymore but you still felt like shit. You felt yourself dozing off and you reached for a hand towel, wetting it under the faucet before trying to cool yourself off. You weren't sure how long passed before groggily getting off the counter, you felt weaker as you took a clumsy step forward. You leaned on the doorframe for support and heard the front door open, you breathed a sigh of relief before calling out to Eren,

“Babe, I need you.” Your voice came out shaky as you took in a few deep breaths, “I can’t-”

“Oi, Yeager you here? I’ve been waiting for-” Levi walked into your bedroom, stopping in his tracks as he watched his friend’s wife wearing a nightslip that left nothing to the imagination and looking paler by the second, your legs wobbled under your own weight.

“Help...” You squinted through a hazy vision before the world suddenly tilted and you felt your vision go out.

Levi watched as Y/N fainted, muttering a small “Shit.” before rushing to her side. His hands hovered, not feeling entirely comfortable with the poor situation you were both in.

“Yeager! Where the fuck are you? Your wife literally just fucking collapsed!” He heard nothing and quickly patted his pockets, letting out another shit at the fact that he left his phone in the stupid car.

Fucking shit, He thought, This would happen to me.

He had to think fast, feeling your forehead he felt no high fever, but you felt pretty warm as you let out a soft groan, he had watched as your head smacked against the tile floor and his fingers brushed your scalp for a bump. He knew you were going to feel disorientated and looked towards the bed. Making the decision, Levi scooped you into his own arms. He did his best to not let his eyes wander despite the fact that he had always found you attractive...but definitely not the time and place. Placing you on top of your bed, you let out another groan of pain. Your hand reached blindly and felt the middle of a tie.

“My love,” You pulled at the tie, remembering how your husband went to the store to get you medicine and despite feeling so out of it, you found his attentiveness so sweet. You blindly connected your lips to his, they felt a bit fuller than usual, softer as well. He was so stiff against you, but with you being ill you were sure he was just fussing over your health. You relaxed into the pillows, releasing his tie as you felt sleep take over you. Rest sounded heavenly.

Levi sat there completely dumbfounded and burning from the neck up. His former cadet and now friend’s wife just kissed him, and he let her. As far as first kisses went, that was not exactly what he had been expecting. Your lips were plump and soft, and you were beautiful but a half-conscious kiss by a married women wasn't really what one hoped for. Standing up right away he awkwardly cleared his throat and made his way to the hallway and into the living space. He had no idea where Eren was, but his wife was obviously sick, so he assumed that he must of run to get a doctor or medicine. He had only been at the Yeager house a handful of times. It’s not that he wasn’t invited on purpose, but most of the social events between the group of friends were often done at other people’s houses. Y/N and Eren were a pretty private couple and by the very silky night slip you were wearing; with the lack of panties, he accidentally caught a glimpse of Levi understood perfectly.

“Okay, there’s a passed-out woman in bed and her husband is nowhere in sight.” He pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a deep sigh. He shrugged off his coat, taking out the pocket watch and deciding to wait for the brat to get home. He ventured into their kitchen, popping his head into your room a few times to make sure you were asleep. He looked through the cabinets, finding the electric kettle already set up and smiling in victory at finding the tea bags in one of the cubbies. While waiting for the water to heat up, he checked on you. You seemed a bit better, but when he touched your head again, you shivered.

She’s cold? Levi thought and when he saw your soft tips perks against the thin material of your dress, he swallowed in discomfort. He noticed a blanket folded on the bench at the end of your bed and wasted no time in covering you.

The soft whistle from the kitchen called him back, he was mixing honey into your cup when he heard ruckus from the front entrance.

“No, just tell Hange that the prints are on top of my desk. She already knows what to say. Alright, thanks Armin. I’ll tell her, no yeah talk to you later, bye.” Eren shuffled in, confusion on his brow when he smelled tea, “Angel, you better not be in the kitchen or I swear I will bend you over and-”

He stopped in his tracks, Levi raising a brow at him and letting out a ‘tsk’, “Wow Yeager. Didn’t take you and the missus as such kinky shits.”

“Levi,” Eren’s mouth closed and opened, eyes darting to the hallway, “I tried calling you...why are you-”

“Well, you were too stupid and preoccupied to remember that I was on my way, so I let myself in. I left my phone in the car and your wife fainted when I got here.” He put the stirring spoon to the side.

Eren’s eye widened, Levi grabbed the cup of hot tea, making his way to you and Eren’s shared bedroom with Eren following close behind. He saw your figure under the spare blanket and rushed to your side. The bag of medicine was put near your feet and Levi put the cup on the bed side table.

“Did you...Did you put her on our bed?”

“Yeah, you’re welcome.” Levi looked at your face, you looked peaceful and a bit of color was returning to your cheeks, he pondered over telling Eren about the accidental kiss, but watching the way his old comrade fussed over your sleeping self and how on edge he seemed to know that he wasn’t here in a moment you needed him most, he decided to keep it to himself for the time being.

“I made a tea my mom used to make me when I was younger, when she wakes up tell her to pinch her nose. It can be a little bittersweet.”

Eren nodded, seeming a little absentminded. He stroked your cheek, feeling incredibly useless as he wasn’t sure what could possibly be wrong with you. He hoped your strength would come back with some rest, that way he could take you to the clinic to get properly checked.

“She said it might have been something she ate, but she's never had food problems before. I mean...we’ve both eaten Hange’s cooking.”

“We’ve all had Hange’s cooking, and it’s enough to make anyone sick.” Levi agreed, “Maybe it’s one of those female things, cramps or iron deficiency or something. Let her rest, I need to talk to you before I leave.”

He nodded, asking Levi to step out for a moment so he could change you. The door was left partially open and Eren reached into his drawer, grabbing one of his tees that he knew was one of your favorites. Levi could see where Eren lifted you onto his lap and looked away. You weren’t hard to undress and he made sure to put a pair of girl briefs on you. His hand stroked the soft curve of your waist and he noticed a small bruise on your hip. You were always so clumsy and bumped into so many things. After changing you with only the occasional sounds of protest from you, he spoke to Levi and walked him out.

“Keep us updated on her, we all care about Y/N too...probably more than we care for you at this point.”

Eren rolled his eyes but agreed, he thanked Levi for helping you and told him he would let you know he was here. Closing the door, Eren made his way back to you with a glass of water. He got into bed next to you, being careful not to make so much noise as he shuffled onto the mattress. You immediately moved on instinct, grabbing him by his shirt as you are threw a leg over his hips. Eren smiled before stroking your back.

You weren’t sure how long you slept, opening your eyes to see that it was still light outside. Your head was slightly pounding. You felt Eren’s chest rise and fall in a steady rhythm under you. Looking up you saw that his eyes were closed, and his mouth was slightly agape. You felt better and looked down to see that he had dressed you. Smiling sheepishly, you moved and hear the crinkle of a bag by your feet. You sat up, being careful not to wake your husband and peeked into the shopping bag. Eren seemed to have bought the entire pharmacy and you couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped you. Your mind wandered to what happened that led you in bed and in a different set of clothes. You remembered strong arms and the sounds of voices, but it hurt your head more trying to dwell on it any further.

You looked to the bedside table and found a coffee mug, grabbing it as it still felt a tad warm, so it hadn't been more than hour since it was last made. You wafted it and resisted the immediate urge to gag.

“Levi said to pinch your nose if the smell was too much.”

“It smells horrid but sweet at the same time,” Your nose crinkled, “Levi? Did you call him?”

Eren looked at you with a deep frown, his eyebrows came down as well and you could only stare back at him in confusion.

“He came by a little earlier,” He looked at the clock on the bedside table, “About thirty minutes or so ago. He said he found you passed out near the restroom.”

At this you gasped and the sharp pain near your temple made you hiss as you reached up to apply pressure. Your husband noticed and tapped the side of the mug.

“Bottom’s up, baby.”

You nodded, taking a deep breath before chugging the entire thing. You fought the urge to cough it up when you noticed it colder towards the end. Eren offered a glass of water and you happily took it. He put a hand against your forehead, and you gave a smile,

“I feel better, my love. I guess it really may have been just a bad breakfast.”

“Maybe. You’re still taking the day off; I’ll try to set up an appointment with the doctor.”

He watched as you shook your head, insisting that the medicine he brought would be more than enough to help you get back on your feet. Eren hesitated and you climbed onto his lap. He was still wearing his slacks and dress shirt from this morning and you suddenly noticed the lack of tie. Your mind briefly flashed to a distant memory of you tugging on it, but you figured he may have just taken it off prior to getting in bed. His hands found their way to your hips, thumbs brushing your skin in circles and you wrapped your arms around him.

“No doctors, please. If I still feel sick by tomorrow morning I will, if not I’ll go to work and if at any point if I feel worse then I will just go to the nurse and call you.” You felt pleased with your plan but Eren looked ready to protest. You left a heavy kiss on your husband’s lips, hips slightly moving against him, but your stomach growling interrupted the sweet moment. Eren laughed as he disconnected your lips from his.

“Sounds to me that you’re stomach needs to be replenished. I’ll make you a nice bowl of porridge.” He seemed to think for a moment before adding, “If you really insist then I won’t force you to go to the doctor. I do, however, expect you to text me every hour and join me for lunch. Those are my conditions.”

You beamed, feeling your cheeks warm in flattery. It had been a while since you two had lunch together during your breaks. With Eren’s business growing you knew his lunch consisted of lunch meetings with co-workers and important higher ups and yours usually had to be spent with Mikasa, Connie, or other administrator executives. It would be nice to take a break and do something you two hadn’t done since the early years of your relationship.

Nodding in agreement, Eren sealed the deal with a kiss. You moved your tongue across his top lip, but he denied you entrance, muttering about the food and you getting annoying if you weren’t fed before lifting you off his lap and getting up from bed. You laughed, sticking your tongue out at him which was met with a pat on your head.

“Now, just because you’re sick doesn’t mean I won’t hesitate to bend you over this bed and fuck the fever out of you.” You flushed, biting your bottom lip as you got on your knees. You reached for him and he gave a half-smile to you.

“I’m feeling a lot better…just one before you go?” You pouted and Eren sighed, he began to unbuckle his belt and you mentally cheered, even you had to admit that you had been crazy horny these past few months, but you never wanted to be away from Eren like those two agonizing weeks. If it means fucking him to the brink of death, so be it.

“On your tummy, baby.” He quietly murmured, pushing his slacks to the floor and his briefs halfway down his thighs. You nodded, quickly taking off your girl briefs before turning slowly, you weren’t keen on the idea of getting sick again. Eren aided you, fingers softly running over your stomach as he grabbed a pillow and put it under your hips.

He used two fingers to spread your folds, lightly brushing against your clit before he spit on himself and on your heat. You felt yourself tingle with excitement and your husband released a gasp at how your pussy seemed to spread in anticipation for him. The urge suddenly came to him and before you could look back, Eren dropped to his knees. His arms hooked themselves under your thighs and you let out a yelp of surprise when his mouth suddenly attached to your pussy. His tongue lapped at your clit as his nose brushed against your opening. You moaned and Eren moaned as well, making you lurch a bit forward at the vibrations, but he held you down tighter. He said something, but with his mouth so full of cunt it was impossible to make it out.

You moaned louder as he suddenly put two fingers in you, the stretch was surprising as you two had sex on the kitchen counter just a few hours prior but Eren always loved how tight you were for him. His tongue was stroking you just right but his fingers were merciless and they curved, poked, and rubbed against your walls. You felt a dribble of spit leave your mouth and you panted hard as he suddenly took out his fingers and replaced them with his tongue. His tongue darted in and out of your opening, and you felt his fingers brush against your other entrance that made you tense and reach for the wandering hand.

“Not today, my love.” You quietly whined. Eren detached himself from your pussy, standing to his full height as he let out a deep chuckle.

“Okay, no ass play for today. Couldn’t help myself.” He laughed as he grabbed you by your hips, aligning himself with you so your legs hung off the bed partially, your upper body angled lower as your pelvis was held up by the pillow he put underneath. You looked enticing and ready to receive him and Eren did hard to remember that your body was still fragile with your cold and to not fuck you as harshly as he usually did.

Eren gave you shallow thrusts, adjusting himself to slide into you little by little. Eating you out had prepared the both of you well and once he was fully inside, you both released a breath of content. His thrusts fell into a steady rhythm, and sick or not your pussy squeezed him warmly and nicely.

Your head buried itself into the comforter of your bed, letting out small moans as Eren laid himself on you, his chest pressed against your clothed back, his thrusts weren’t as fast, but they were deep as his skin smacked against yours softly. His hand sought yours and intertwined between your fingers as the other held your hip down. You couldn’t recall the last time he had been so slow and gentle, and when he kissed the shell of your ear you smiled. You felt full in every way imaginable and despite the illness from this morning, you never felt happier being married as you did right then. He was being so sweet that you let out a huff of annoyance when his phone suddenly went off. He had put it by the pillows, and you outstretched your free hand, fingers grasping the edges. Eren had his face in between your shoulder blades, not looking at what you were doing as he was too focused on how good you felt when his husky voice spoke,

“Hand me my phone, angel.”

You looked at the caller ID and glanced at the screen, eyebrows coming down in a frown at the text.

“Heard about Y/N, so I guess I won’t be seeing you for lunch? :(“

You wouldn’t have thought much of it, if it wasn’t for the sender itself.

“Why is your ex-girlfriend sad she won’t be seeing you today?”

His movements halted, and the small “Shit” didn’t go unnoticed by you. Eren rose his head, hand trying to reach for the phone, but you were too quick for him. Unlocking the screen, you noticed a recent array of messages between him and Historia and you shuffled up the bed. Eren slipped out of you, standing up straight as he picked up his briefs. You looked away when you saw how previously wet and ready you had been for him, and the growing wet spot on his briefs just made you that more annoyed. You sat up and looked at your husband, and his eyes looked blank before sticking his hand out expectantly.

“Give me my phone, baby.” His voice was soft and before you could even process, you gave him the phone. You watched as he stepped out of his slacks, walking over to your shared closet as he began unbuttoning his dress shirt. You sat dumbfounded, feeling confused and hurt over his reaction and lack of explanation. Getting up you followed him, watching the way his back muscles flexed as he shrugged off the shirt. He didn’t turn around as he tapped at his phone, replying to Historia you assumed. He cleaned himself off before changing his undergarments, putting on a pair of joggers and staying shirtless. You weren’t sure what to do as you fiddled with your thumbs and he turned around just when you were about to open your mouth.

You stood there stunned when your husband walked past you, stopping to kiss your forehead as he said, “I’m going to get started on the porridge. Go and shower.”

“Eren,” Your voice surprised you in how steady it came out, “Are you not going to answer my question?”

“Historia wanted to talk to me about something over lunch,” He shrugged, “Obviously I’m not meeting her. That’s it really.”

“When did you two start talking again?” You shook your head, “Why the hell did you start talking again?”

He shook his head at you too, beginning to turn away but you grabbed hold of his hand. Your husband looked at you, his own eyebrows creased in a frown and you were confused on how he could possibly be the upset one between the two of you.

“I’m not going to answer you when you curse at me. Especially when you’re just assuming the worst.”

“How can I not when your gorgeous ex-girlfriend was supposed to have a lunch date with you, and I have to get the fucking stomach flu for you to even plan one with me?” At that Eren stepped into your space, nostrils flaring, and you crossed your arms, refusing to back down but feeling a bit intimidated at the realization that your husband was so large compared to you. Not that he would ever hurt you, but it still took you by surprise.

“If you wanted a lunch date with me, you could have always asked. We have been over this before. She is someone from my past and an old friend. We have been married for years and you’re still insecure over this shit? You have got to be kidding me Y/N.”

“Might I remind you that this is the same bitch who tried to bed you so many times even after we were official? The same girl who you believed the entire world revolved around? Excuse me for being a bit wary about my own husband going out with someone who has proven to be untrustworthy.”

“But do you trust me?” He asked.

Your mouth opened and closed, thrown off by his question. You did. You trusted Eren, but the green monster inside of you was gnawing.

He sighed, your eyes began to water, and you looked away. You weren’t sure where all these emotions were coming from and the bubble of anger was growing, you didn’t want to stand so close to him. Despite knowing how much he loved you, the seed of doubt felt planted and you pushed past him, walking to your restroom and slamming the door closed. You leaned on the wooden door, tears beginning to streak down your cheeks and you felt tired as you slid to the floor.

What the hell is going on, you thought, Why am I crying? What’s so wrong? I trust him, he’s done nothing but take care of me and make love to me today so why is this bothering me? I’m sure he has a good explanation but I just-

Your thoughts were cut off, the sounds of Eren in the kitchen making your stomach turn. He was still making you that porridge and your stomach twisted in a painful way that made you lay on the tiled floor. The coolness helped your headache, and you cursed at leaving the medicine by the bed. You needed to shower so you picked yourself up, tugging off the shirt Eren had dressed you in and turning on the shower knob.

You weren’t sure how long you stayed under the hot water for. You cleaned your hair and body, taking your time to process what was going on with you and you sighed knowing you owed your husband an apology. He obviously had an explanation, but he had warned you in previous fights to never curse or yell, same to him as that meant nothing would get resolved. Stepping out of the shower you reached for one of the towels in the cubby. You did your usual skincare routine, letting out a small tsk of annoyance that your moisturizer was out. Crouching to grab the spare bottle under the sink you shuffled all of the things around, hands halting when you saw something you had pushed to the back months ago.

Of course, You thought, Why didn’t I think of that before?

You reached for the pregnancy test. Trying to remember the last time you got your period and jumping at the fact that the last time was when the weather was cold, and it was well into spring. You had struggled with irregularity, but it would explain the queasy stomach and mood swings. Your mind remembered how wonderful it had been feeling every time Eren palmed your breasts and you stood abruptly to look at the mirror. Your cheeks looked a bit fuller than before and you thought maybe you were glowing a bit more than usual…It wouldn’t hurt to take it and after double checking the expiration date you ripped into it. You felt too nervous, so you decided to get dressed first.

Since you weren’t planning on going anywhere you opted for a soft cotton t-shirt dress that almost reached your knees. You ran your fingers through your hair to rid them of knots and leaned on the bathroom counter. You didn’t want to get your hopes up and you didn’t even want to tell Eren, you couldn’t even remember the number of negative tests you had taken before, and you just expected this to be just that. You had no expectations and wouldn’t even feel hurt if this just ended up being a stomachache.

When his voice was heard, you jumped.

“Y/N! The porridge is ready!”

Afraid that he would come in, you slammed the bathroom door close. Grimacing as it seemed that you were upset and hoping he didn’t take it the wrong way. Swallowing your pride, you grabbed the test and went for it.

As you were washing your hands you knew you had to wait and decided not to do it in anticipation. You stepped out and tried to put it out of mind as you entered the living room. Eren had set up his gaming console, headphones half-on that signified he wasn’t completely shutting you out, but he wasn’t keen on you at the moment. You padded to the kitchen, seeing the warm bowl and glass of water and you tried your best to not cry. You sat on the island facing your husband’s back and getting a clear view of the game. You ate quietly as the game sounds filled the space. After you were finished eating you washed the dishes and walked over to him. You stood to the side and Eren glanced at you, his frown deepening.

“Thank you for the food,” You cleared your throat, “It was good. I feel a lot better.”

He gave you a nod in acknowledgement and feeling defeated, you started to walk away before his quiet words came out.

“You’re not wearing my shirt…Are you really that mad?”

You turned back around. He was still watching the screen but he visibly looked upset and you felt tears build up again for what felt like the twentieth time that day. Letting out a sob, you shook your head as you suddenly jumped on him. You tore off his headphones and you could hear his controller crashing on the floor as you wrapped all of your limbs around him. You peppered his face with kisses and Eren held you just as tightly against him.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry my love.” You said, looking at him and cupping his cheek, “I was being so bad, and I don’t know what came over me. Of course, I trust you. I trust you with every fiber of my being, I just…I just remember how pretty she is and how badly you had wanted to be with her, and I can’t help but feel like I was second best to her. I get so scared that you settled for me and eventually you’ll want her again.”

Your eyes had lowered to your lap, your fingers fiddling  between you two and you noticed the joggers he wore was from his time in service. His fingers gently grasped you under your chin and you saw the look of worry across his face.

“Is that really what you think?”

You hiccuped as you nodded.

“Angel, that was a very long time ago. Historia was what I thought love was, but you have taught me what love is. You’ve taught me a love that is gentle, kind, and patient. You are every fiber of my being, I don’t have anything if I don’t have you. Do you not see that?” His thumb had stroked your top lip and you gently suckled on it. It was how dozy his eyes looked as Eren smiled at your behavior. You kissed the tip before leaning forward and capturing his lips with your own.

This time he let you slip your tongue in, you tasted him and felt one hand trace across your back as the other wrapped around your thighs. When you pulled back a trace of saliva connected your mouth and you smiled hazily and dazed.

“I love you, Eren Yeager.”

“And I love you, Mrs. Yeager.”

You looked behind you at the screen, the recap showing that he had lost the round by his character dying and you only felt partly bad. Since it was the middle of the week and everyone was at work, you knew it wasn't a serious round. Nonetheless, Eren pinched your hip to make you look at him once more.

“If you really need further proof, here.” He shifted you in his arms, raising his hip to reach for his phone and he unlocked it before turning the screen to face you. You saw the messages and felt a smile spread across your face,

“Yeah, tell Ymir we���ll meet some other time. My wife comes first in my life.”

“I understand, it’s the same for me with Ymir. I hope she gets well soon. She’s lucky to have you!”

“Trust me, I’m the lucky one.”

“Seriously, doll. I can keep up with the mood swings, with the bursts of horniness, and I can work to express myself more. What hurts is that even for a moment you doubted me when it came to someone who could never come close to you. I asked you to marry me, I look forward to waking up to you in my arms, and I go to bed at peace knowing you’re safely tucked in with me. I get I was being an ass when it came to Jean, but Historia just wanted me to meet her new girlfriend.” He explained after setting it to the side, giving you kisses along your jaw as his hands massaged your back and butt.

You tilted your head to the side, “May I ask why she would want you to meet her?”

“Historia never really had any parents, her grandparents passed away just last spring and she had told me last month that Ymir proposed. I was happy for her, I am happy for her, her and I were always better at being friends and she asked me if I could walk her down the aisle. I was gonna talk to you about it after I met Ymir.”

“You, Eren Yeager, are the greatest man I know.” You kissed him, getting up from his lap and smiling at him. “Of course I want you to walk her down the aisle, but I want to meet Ymir too. I think it’s time Historia and I buried the hatchet.”

Eren returned your smile, shaking his head in wonderment before saying, “I have the best wife a man could ever ask for.”

“You goddamn right you do.” You winked as he laughed. You gestured to his game before walking back to your room. Sounds of it continuing hit your ears and you let out a deep breath of relief, glad that the fight was resolved but anxious as you approached the restroom.

Picking up the stick that was still on the counter, you shut your eyes, saying a silent prayer before looking at the plastic circle.

Two lines boldly stared back at you and you gasped before dropping it. It took you another twenty minutes to find one more test under the sink and to force yourself to pee again. Then it took you another ten to cry as four bold lines were in your line of vision. After years of trying, you and Eren were going to have a baby. A little version of the both of you running around and giving you an eventual headache as you laughed in silent dread over the teenage years that would surely come.

Taking a deep breath you stepped out of the restroom. You put the tests on top of a towel on the bench in front of your bed before walking out and smiling at the profile of your husband playing his console. You didn’t know how to tell him, but suddenly you understood why you had been craving him and his touch so badly. Your mind went back to that night of wild and unending sex and it made you shiver down your spine, you felt your pussy clench as you also remembered how you two didn’t get to finish what was started before that text.

Fuck it, You smirked before loudly saying, “My love?”

Eren didn’t look back at you, headphones back on as he shot an opponent, “Yeah, angel?”

“Can I fuck you while you play?”

His fingers fumbled and you resisted the urge to laugh, since he didn’t get mad you knew that meant he had the mic muted. All you got was a mumbled, “Sure.”

Then he added as an afterthought, “You’ve been so needy, angel.”

You took off your t-shirt dress before walking to him and he leaned back on the couch. His eyes roamed your body and you suddenly wondered if there was any sight of weight-gain near your stomach or breasts. You had been noticing that your jeans fit a bit tighter and now it all made more sense. You helped lower his joggers and briefs, spitting on his head as your hand worked to get him hard. It didn’t take much but you made sure he was well coated before you faced away from him. Eren spread his knees, letting you lower yourself onto his rigid cock at your own pace, in a sitting position and you sighed once you impaled yourself on him, your hands on his thighs to keep you upright.

Eren was looking around you to the tv screen, but his hand had rubbed your back and you smiled when you heard him say, “Oof. That’s a good girl, you take all of me so nicely.”

You rose yourself on your tip toes before lowering again, letting out a soft “Eren” before repeating the action. As you got more comfortable, you began to bounce on him faster, riding him in a steady rhythm.

“That's it angel, fuck me. I’m yours. Fuck me. God, I’m gonna cum in you so good.”

You smiled and let out a giggle, Eren looked at you, saw the way you threw your head back as you released a long moan of pleasure.

“What? You don’t want me to cum in you?”

“Of course I do, daddy.” You rode him faster, swiveling your hips in circular motions and feeling happier as Eren released a husky moan.

“I love it when you call me that,” He admitted, fingers gripping your hip as he made you grind down on him harder and you felt his dick rub against your cervix. “I want you to make me a daddy so badly.”

“I already have.” You bounced on him, skin smacking skin and you felt your cheeks flush as you knew you would never forget that moment of truth.

It was his turn to chuckle, “Come on princess, I’m serious.”

“So am I.” You slowed down, looking back at his confused green eyes as he looked into your teary eyes and large grin.

“You’re going to be a father, my dearest.” You watched as his mouth fell open in a gasp, both hands now gripping your hips as the controller was put to the side, headphones ripped off, and he sat up a bit straighter.

“How-”

“I took a test, two actually. They’re in the bedroom.” You kept moving against him, “I’m pregnant, Eren.”

You felt him start to stand up and you hit his thigh, getting up yourself and turning around. You straddled your husband, making him sit back and stare at you in that same wonderment and puzzlement look he had when you had first met him all those years ago.

“The vomiting, the mood swings, the constant need to fuck you.” You guided him inside you again. “I’m late. Almost three months late to be exact.”

“How-”

“I guess me pissing you off and us fucking a dozen times in one night was enough to make a baby.” You smiled, clasping your hands behind his neck and riding him, his cock rubbed against your front wall and you beamed a smile.

Eren smiled for the first time, a genuine beautiful smile that made crinkles show around his eyes and he cupped your face as he kissed you deeply. He moved his own hips to meet yours and soon you were both panting against each other.

“A baby. A baby.” He kept repeating, his head shaking as he kissed you everywhere he could reach. Lovebites were made across your chest and he took one of your nipples into his mouth.

“My baby is giving me a baby.” He gripped your hips, grinding you harder against him before his hands explored every other part of your soft skin.

He cupped the other breast, palming it and making you moan again.

“I can't wait for these to fill up,” He kissed both your breasts, smiling up at you before pushing them together and rubbing his face in between them. You giggled as you rode him harder, feeling yourself edge closer to your own orgasm.

“My love,” You kissed his cheek, laying your head on his shoulder, “I’m going to come.”

“Come on then.” He encouraged, his hand traveling to where you were connected as he began to rub your clit.

You kissed Eren, rubbing your nose sweetly against his as you said, “Come with me, please.”

“Well since mommy asked nicely.”

That was all you need to reach your tipping point, you felt your pussy tighten and tighten around his cock, his thrusts becoming sloppier and faster as they tried to meet yours halfway before you started screaming,

“Fuck, fuck, daddy, daddy, yes!” You felt your voice crack as you came, Eren biting into your shoulder as he released inside of you as the same time.

Both of you seemed to be high as both of you felt tight against each other. Deep breaths were taken to steady your rapid heartbeats and you laid your forehead against his. You opened your eyes to see that his were still closed, but a soft smile was on his lips. He was rubbing small circles onto the sides of your waist.

He opened his eyes, giving you a tender kiss before slipping out of you but you stayed on his lap.

“Hey.” He said, giving you another peck on the lips.

“Hi,” You mumbled happily, “I’m not so sure I’m into the mommy thing.”

“Your pussy said otherwise.”

“Oh fuck off, it was the heat of the moment.” You leaned off him as he laughed.

“Come here, my pregnant princess.” He gripped the back of your thighs, suddenly lifting the both of you from the couch and you squeaked as you wrapped your legs securely around his waist. Eren stepped out of his joggers, walking to your bedroom and gently placing you on your bed. You lifted yourself on your elbows as you said,

“No more, I’m sleepy.”

Eren nodded, not really looking at you as your watched him move to the bench. He picked up both tests, staring at them for a long time and you smiled when you saw tears brim his eyes. You could count on your hand how many times you’ve seen Eren cry over the years.

Setting them down, Eren made his way back to you. Laying beside you as you wasted no time to make him hold you. His hand wandered to your stomach,

“I’m going to be a better father than mine ever was.” He never spoke of Grisha, a story for another time, he always said.

“I’m going to take care of you, Y/N. The both of you.”

“I know, my love.” You kissed his chest, “This is our happy moment. All of ours.”

“It’s not even noon, yet. We’re going to be parents.”

You smiled at that, nodding in agreement before a yawn escaped you. Eren reached for the blanket, briefly shifting the two of you before you both were encased in comfortable warmth and silence. Just as you were about to sleep, his nervous voice came out,

“We have to come up with a name.”

“Oh my-” You laughed, “You are insane.”

[cream-no-sugar]

happy kinktober, loves. 💕

october is underway, and I'm super excited to share that I'll be participating in kinktober this year!

more specifically, I have a few fics I’m working on for the kinktober ‘22: dead dove chapter event happening over on twitter. (the handle is @deaddovekink and the ao3 collection is here, if anyone is so inclined to see what’s being shared so far.)

for y’all, wanted to give a lil sneaky peek to the four (yes, four) fics that I’ll be sharing this month for the event. read after the jump for fic summaries and when you can expect to see them posted on ao3!

[I mean, I’ve already signaled that these are dead dove fics, but cw regardless: dead dove themes after the jump]

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“good girl”

anticipated posting date: oct 22nd (kinktober day 22 - conditioning) fandom + ship: jjk + megumi fushiguro x tsumiki fushiguro summary: shikigami users know how to train creatures to do what they want. and megumi sees a prime opportunity to put his skills to use when he meets his new stepsister. alternate summary: megumi trains his stepsister to be his sexual plaything, basically cw: stepcest; conditioning; dehumanization; puppy play

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“ostara”

anticipated posting date: oct 24th (kinktober day 24 - incest) fandom + ship: jjk; megumi fushiguro x tsumiki fushiguro summary: cramped car cabins and quaint accommodations cause long-buried memories between two estranged step-siblings to resurface. alternate summary: the fushiguro step-siblings are forced to reconnect (for better or for worse) when they drive back home together during spring break and make a stop at a suspicious bed-and-breakfast for the night. cw: stepcest; mentions of childhood abuse, child neglect, and underage sexual activity; psychological trauma, including gaslighting; minor horror elements

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“from doctor jaeger”

anticipated posting date: oct 30th (kinktober day 30 - power dynamics) fandom + ship: aot/snk + eren jaeger x mikasa ackerman summary: unplanned distance doesn’t stop dr. eren jaeger from tending to his most special patient. alternate summary: an epistolary fic of the super toxic and inappropriate relationship between psychiatrist eren jaeger and his patient mikasa ackerman cw: abuse of power; highly unreliable narrator; non-con elements due to inability to provide consent

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“vengeance”

anticipated posting date: oct 31st (kinktober day 31 - fear play) fandoms + ships: [crossover] aot/snk + eren jaeger x mikasa ackerman; the batman (2022) + bruce wayne x selina kyle summary: mikasa is finally ready to skip town — but not until she says good-bye to a certain masked frenemy. alternate summary: just a porny one-shot of eremika as batcat — where they get a little… rough. 😬 cw: bondage; knife play; gun play