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sincerely yours. (sequel)

↳ gojou satoru x f!reader

— series masterlist

summary. after an arranged marriage collapsed into a quintessential tragic romance, two past lovers go through another series of experiences on love, heartbreak, identity, illness, and trauma along the road to a happily ever after.

genre. heavy angst, amnesia, modern au, 18+

taglist. closed

fic warnings. TBA

general masterlist + playlist

prequel + one + two + three + four + five + six + seven + eight + nine + ten +

status: coming soon (first week of november)

#gojou satoru x reader #gojou satoru x you #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru x reader #fic recs #gojo angst

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If you guys want a very angsty gojo x reader, this the one. It’s so well written 🤌

sincerely not.

↳ gojou satoru x f!reader

— series masterlist

summary. with an arranged marriage set in place, the sacred bond is doomed with a wife who wants to make the relationship work and a husband who’s ready to ruin it all. unbeknown to him, a tragic fate already lies within the pages of your romance book.

genre. heavy angst, arranged marriage, modern au, 18+

fic warnings. mean!gojo, ooc, adultery/infidelity, profanity, explicit smut, violence, emotional trauma/physical abuse from past experiences, neglect, heavy family drama, descriptions of social classes, mentions of pregnancy, undertones of masochism, undertones of manipulation, abandonment issues, overall toxic relationships, minor character death, plot loosely based on twotm & re. please read with proper discretion.

general masterlist + fic art + playlist + gallery + faqs

+ one + two + three + four + five + six + seven + eight + nine + ten + eleven + twelve + thirteen + fourteen + fifteen + sixteen + seventeen + eighteen (final)

status: on going (updating every fridays or saturdays, 5pm pdt)

#fic recs #gojou satoru x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jjk gojo #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #recommendation

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Better [Leon x Reader]

Note: So, ummmm, it has been awhile or whatever. . . .but wow, um, here is a new chapter!!!!!! :) Saw the resident evil series on Netflix and damn did Leon look good. So guess, what's coming up next???? I am pretty damn sure yall know?? 😏 hint: it was a sneak peek

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Ever since that incident with the pink carnations, you could not get Leon out of your mind. It was almost driving you crazy, but you did not want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that he was on your mind. You looked over at the pink carnation that lay on top of your dresser. You laid the flower on top of a tissue and you could see that it was getting dry and stale. It had been at least four days since then, and he still has not contacted you. You assumed it was a mission, so you didn't bother trying to contact him. A sigh escapes your lips and you sit down on your bed, falling back on it. "Don't think about that handsome, cute guy and instead start thinking about the work you're gonna get when you get back to work," you muttered to yourself, eyes closed. In all honesty, you shouldn't even be thinking about Leon romantically. You were breaching your own rule at this point. It was something to flirt and think he's handsome, but it was a whole other thing to actually develop feelings. "Maybe I should ignore him for awhile." And so you did. You began to ignore Leon Kennedy through tons of paper work and missions. 

He eventually did contact you, but you forgot about it and didn't contact him back for at least 3 weeks. It wasn't that you didn't want to talk to him, it was more of you were so busy you couldn't get back to him. On your days off, you spent it catching up on sleep or watching movies. In all honesty, you forgot about Leon Kennedy. 

It was a busy day in the office, desks full of paperwork, and busy bodies running around. It was almost as if this was a newspaper firm or something because all you're doing is typing and writing and sending, and god, were you getting tired of this job. I should really retire soon and have a normal life. I work to kill bioweapons and here I am writing dumb reports and essays. "[Name], hey, someone is down at the lobby asking for you," one of your coworkers said as they walked past you. You looked up and nodded, standing up from your chair, and stretching. 

"Alright, I will take this chance to have a break then," you muttered as you walked towards the elevator. Once you made it to the lobby, you walked up to Kira, who was the receptionist. "Who's asking for me?" you asked and she pointed behind you. You turned around and you blinked, meeting familiar blue eyes. 

"Are you that blind that you couldn't see me near the desk or?" he teased. You chuckled and ran a hand through your hair. 

"Ah, sorry, Leon. I've been so busy lately that I can't really comprehend anything right now." 

"Ah, I see. So, you haven't been ignoring me on purpose then?" Your eyes widened and you let out a small laugh. "If it was on purpose, I'm hurt." The blonde smirked and you rolled your eyes. 

"Gosh, don't tell me you missed me that much," you joked. 

"I did miss you," he answered and you stopped smiling to look at him in surprise. "I tried to contact you multiple times for three weeks and you never responded. I was worried you disappeared." He scratched the back of his head and then cleared his throat. "I thought you didn't want to have anything to do with me anymore." Your chest began to ache and you clenched your clammy hands to your sides.

"No, I just been really busy. I wasn't trying to ignore you. I--How about we go talk somewhere else?" You suggested. Leon opened his mouth and then closed it again, a guilty smile appearing on his lips. 

"Ah, I actually have a date to get to," he answered. You could feel your heart shatter. You immediately brought up a smile and nodded. 

"O-oh, okay! Yeah, go on and head to your date! I still have work that needs to be done." Leon snorted and you barely heard what he had said, only noticing the feeling of your heart falling down to your stomach at the thought of Leon with another woman. 

"Why do you look like you're going to cry?" Leon's question snaps you out of your daze and you look up at him, realizing that his figure is blurry. You try to blink the tears away, but some manage to escape, and you let out a sigh. "What's wrong?" Leon immediately comes closer to look at your face and you swat his hands away. Oh god, how embarrassing! 

"It's nothing. I got to get back to work, so I'll see you later," you turn around, but Leon grabs a hold of your shirt, pulling you back. You swiveled around and locked eyes with Leon, a couple of tears already sliding down your cheeks. “Leon, I just have allergies—“ you started but then exhaled as your chest began to ache. 

“. . .I’ll ditch the date. How about we go hang out?” Leon suggested. You blinked and brought a hand to wipe away the tears on your cheeks. 

“Leon—I. . .no, it’s alright. I’m okay, I promise,” you assured. He still hadn’t let go of your shirt and you promptly bit the inside of your cheek. You were beginning to feel nervous. If he knew you began to cry because you couldn’t bear the thought of him with another woman, you’d probably die from embarrassment. 

“Alright.” He let go of your shirt and nodded to himself. Disappointment swept into your heart and you hoped he didn’t see the bitterness on your face. God, why should I be disappointed?? I’m the one who said I was okay!!! “As if I’d believe you,” he scoffed. This time, he grabbed your hand, and intertwined them together. “We are going out.” You watched his back in awe as he pulled you out of your workplace and onto the sidewalk. 

“Wait—“

”No objections. We are going,” he looked over his shoulder and gave you a small smile. 

“Okay, but, I have work—“

”Work can wait. I’m sure they can manage without you.” Skipping work wasn’t supposed to happen, but maybe a break wouldn’t be so bad. 

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“So, we are at the lake. . .fishing?” You questioned. Leon nodded and handed you a green rod with a blue spinning reel. You looked down at your suit and heels and then at the lake. You weren’t really dressed appropriate for fishing, but it was a great thing it was cloudy today. 

“We sure are. Fishing is always fun!” Leon chirped and began to instruct you on how to cast. You nodded along and did exactly as he said, but it took a couple of tries. Once you managed to make a decent cast, you grinned. “Great cast,” he proudly crossed his arms and you could feel your chest warm.

"Thanks, but what are we fishing for?" you asked, looking at your fishing line and reeling in slowly. 

"Fishing for baby bass," he answered. You noticed your slack line became straight and on instinct, you pulled your rod to the side and reeled fast; only for the fish to come flying on to the ground behind you. 

"Holy shit!" you cried, and reeled the fish back, "I am so sorry, little fish!" You quickly tried your best to hold the small bass by its lips, but it kept squirming on the ground. In the background, you could hear Leon's maniac laughing and you huffed, glaring at him over your shoulder. 

"I'm sorry---I just," he cackled, holding his torso, "that was the best hook set I have ever seen!" 

Eventually, Leon helped you and you even took a picture with the poor fish. It was definitely a fun time and it even took your mind off of work. Spending time with Leon was always fun, you smiled as you looked over at him. Now, the both of you were in his car, on the way to your home. It was quiet in the car and the atmosphere was relaxed. "Thanks, Leon. For taking me out," you said, nodding at him. Then, it dawned on you and your eyes turned wide. "Leon! Your date!" Leon merely shrugged his shoulders and you bit your lip, brows furrowed. "I feel so bad," you whispered to yourself. Being stood up is not a great feeling and you began to think about the woman that was probably heart broken right now.

"Actually, I lied about the date." It was quiet for a moment and your heart thumped. "I only said that to see your reaction, and I did not expect for you to cry." You could hear your heart beating out of your ears and everything seemed to pass by in slow motion. 

He knew. 

He definitely knew. 

"I know that you like me." You could only stare at him, hands on your laps, and mouth shut. His eyes stayed on the road ahead of him. 

"Its better for us to stay as friends." 

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Crazy Fool [Eren x Reader] smut

Note: Here is a _**smut **_that i did for Eren because I felt like it :)

Warning: contains spoilers after season 3 part 2, so if you are not caught up with the manga, do not read!

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There he was again. He stood in front of you, different and cold. The basket in your hands fell to the ground and the fruits rolled away. His eyes, the same turquoise colored eyes remained the same, but it was dull, the spark gone. His hair was long and framed his face, and the stub along his chin and upper lip had grown. He was taller, and his vibe felt different. It was as if he was a new man— someone else. “[Name],” he said your name, and you could feel your eyes begin to burn. His hands were tied behind his back and you could see the Corps soldiers behind him. “You’re not in the Survey Corps anymore.” His voice was monotone, and you swallowed your saliva that had somehow grown thick. You were too shocked to speak, and so you took a step forward, eyebrows furrowed. Did he really do what he told you before he left? You gazed into his eyes, pleading for answers, but he averted his gaze. You closed your eyes, exhaling as the tears began to stroll down your cheeks. 

“Do you know what you’ve done?” Your voice cracked as you opened your eyes. His eyes stayed averted, and he didn’t look at you. You sniffled and wiped your tears and then looked over at Mikasa, who walked up to you and saluted.

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Zoom Meeting Things [Miya Atsumu x Reader] nfsw

Note: So, I was bored and decided to write some SMUT, so yeah. I’m not great at writing this, but I just wanted to write something for Atsumu :3 So, enjoy! 

“[Name], screw class,” Atsumu lazily drawled, spreading out on your bed. The floral white sheets rustled and crumpled beneath him, and you sighed. 

“Sorry, ‘Tsumu, but I have to pass this class. You know that my professor is strict with attendance,” you explained, giving him an apologetic smile. The setter grumpily turned his back to you and you chuckled, setting up your laptop on your desk in the corner of the room, to get ready for your zoom meeting. You looked over your shoulder to look at your boyfriend. “My zoom meeting will only take an hour, so stop being a baby. Plus, this is the only time the professor is making us do this.” You walked over to the bed and lightly slapped his butt. “Then, we can snuggle all you want.” He looked over at you and you gave him a cheeky smile.

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If You Give a Dog a Bone* — Eren Jaeger

Pairing: Eren Jaeger x Puppy! Reader

Word Count: 19.4k (I'm so sorry omg)

Content: College! AU, Mutual Pining, Sexual Tension, Eventual Smut

Content Warnings: Smut/ Nsfw (DubCon due to Intoxication, BDSM, Pet Play, Collars, Choking, Face-Fucking, S&M, Spit Kink, Oral Sex, Oral Fixation, Breeding Kink), Intoxication (Alcohol)

Summary: There's been a blooming tension between Reader and Eren for the longest time, and when she shows up to a halloween party in a cute little puppy costume, the tension finally snaps.

Notes: Beta'd by the sexy bitches in my groupchat

If Miss Sasha Braus knew one thing, it was how to stand out. She somehow managed to pull off the most insane things without making it annoying or obnoxious. Her clothes, her makeup, her personality… it was all a step above what everyone else was doing, and you absolutely adored it for her. She made it work.

No, she didn’t just make it work… she worked it.

So it was zero surprise to you when you learned that her favorite holiday, out of all that could be celebrated, was Halloween. Of course, it was Halloween! It was one of the only times of the year where being over the top was praised, celebrated, embraced. Sasha loved it.

Every single Halloween from the time she was nine years old to now she’s done something so extravagant to the point where some stranger has asked for a picture with her, of her, or of her costume. At least that’s what she told you when she was reassuring you that I’ve got the costume handled, don’t worry about it.

You weren’t too sure if that was the full truth, but knowing her, you couldn’t call it out as a lie either. For the two-and-a-half years that you’ve known her, the two full celebrations of her favorite holiday, she provided solid evidence that her reputation was true.

The first year you knew her, the same year you met her in your English literature course, she showed up to your freshman dorm in a costume that had you blinking a few times to take it all in. She was dressed to the nines in a black-and-white striped fitted suit, her formerly tanned skin was flushed white, and atop her head was a white and green-root wig that was straightened down to her waist.

“Guess who we are!” She bounced on her toes excitedly while Mikasa’s figure slipped into your vision as well. She wore a slim, black, long-sleeved dress, and atop her head rests a large black brimmed hat. Underneath the brim, her faux bangs are spiked together against her forehead.

“We’re Beetlejuice and Lydia,” Answered a girl that you eventually learned goes by the name Mikasa.

They went to another Halloween party that year, switching up their costumes to be Napoleon and Pedro from Napoleon Dynamite, and then another party but that time as Cher and Dionne from Clueless. That year, and the year afterward — which almost mirrored her actions of the previous — were what made you realize that Sasha loved duo costumes.

You never thought that you were going to find yourself victim to Sasha’s infamous duo costumes; Mikasa was always there, Historia was there, Connie even stepped in a few times, but much to your dismay, Mikasa had an exam tomorrow, Historia was going in her own duo with her new girlfriend, and Connie was planning on going as a group with the rest of the guys.

So this year, you were the other half to Sasha’s antics; the Lydia to her Beetlejuice, the Pedro to her Napoleon, the Dionne to her Cher, and now… the dalmatian to her Cruella De Vil.

On Sasha’s bed, laying before you, was a long-sleeve mini-dress that was adorned with black and white polka dots. The neckline seemed to plunge into a low U shape, and there’s a strange shape sitting underneath the dress that you hope and pray is not a tail. You glance at her with an ounce of worry in your eyes.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Sasha shoves your shoulders playfully before reaching past you to grab ahold of your costume.

She looks over it as she lifts it up off of the bed, trying her best to hold it properly so both of you could get a decent idea of what it truly looks like.

The neck did plunge low, just as you assumed, and you knew that the tops of your breasts were going to be exposed by the lack of fabric. Then, you sigh and close your eyes after you catch a glimpse of the object that was hidden beneath the dress.

So it was a tail.

Sasha turned the little dress around, shifting her arms to give you a full view of the front, back, and sides. The tail seemed to be built into the dress, so it was safe for you to assume that this dress truly was a costume and not a questionable fashion choice. It was polka dots all over aside from a tiny little red bow in the center of the neckline that would rest right where your cleavage sat once you put it on.

“See? It’s so cute!” Sasha smiles, still looking over the fabric.

“Then why don’t you wear it? I could be Cruella,” You cross your arms over your chest as she begins to lower the dress down away from her face.

She rolls her eyes, “Because I got this and all the little accessories fitted to your liking,”

You can’t argue with her on that, but you weren’t even trying to argue on who wore what in the first place. You were planning on wearing the dalmatian costume no matter what, for a few reasons.

Firstly, Sasha was right; the mini-dress was cute when you looked at it through a costume sense rather than an actual dress sense. Second, was that you didn’t have a backup costume, you had committed to Sasha no matter her choice of attire. Third, was that you didn’t want to break Sasha’s heart by telling her no, even if she had shown up with the ugliest get-up on the planet.

“You’re a menace,” You snatch the dress from her hand with a soft laugh, looking it over once before tossing it back to the bed. “Now show me the accessories.”

Sasha claps twice with excitement before giddily making her way across the room to grab a few plastic bags that sat at the base of the closet door. Each one of the bags had different logos on the front, further enunciating the lengths she was going at to fulfill this Halloween fantasy. One of the bags appeared almost empty, while the other sagged low and made a series of clinking sounds as she walked as if metal was clacking together.

She peers into each bag before looking up at you with a sly grin.

“I should have never trusted you with this,” You mumble, shaking your head as she makes her way back over to the bed.

One by one, she pours the contents of the bag out onto the sheets, shaking each bag to make sure it was properly emptied. All you can make out before she’s covering the accessories with her body is a flash of black, white, and silver.

“Don’t look!” She giggles while her hands aimlessly search around beneath and behind her for her first object of choice.

You stifle a laugh at her excitement, faking peeks around her body to draw a reaction of “I told you no!” from her, followed by a fit of giggles. She begins to settle once her hands still, holding onto her first reveal but keeping it behind her back.

“Okay, this one came with the dress but it’s still an accessory,” She says before pulling it from behind her.

She looks up to you from her sitting position, holding it out in front of her like she was presenting it to you. It was a pair of spotted ears, black-and-white just like the little dress was, with triangular ears that were folded over themselves as they would on a real puppy, in the form of a headband.

She doesn’t give you the chance to respond before she’s pulling forth the next item. She’s a little less enthusiastic about this one than the puppy ears, but her smile is still split wide on her face. From behind her back, she pulls out a pile of black sheer fabric and holds it in her hands. She has to shift it around in her hands a little before she can properly show it to you.

It’s a pair of sheer stockings and a matching garter belt. Where the stockings end, where they would presumably reach your mid-thighs, the even sheer fabric turns into dark black lace that litters the brim. The garter belt is made out of the same semi-translucent, spidery lace as the brim of the stockings, but you only realize that the crotch section is equally as translucent as the rest when she holds them up to observe them.

“I know this probably isn’t optimal, but you can just wear another pair of panties under it or something,” She quickly moves on to the next object, refusing to give you time to protest.

You try your best to take it in, looking over the revealed objects as she sets them to her side.

“Okay, last one. This is my favorite,” She giggles, and from behind her comes that series of clinking metals. You look to her wearily.

She slowly, so slowly, pulls the last object — objects — from behind her. The metal jingles as she sets on half of it into her lap and takes the other in her hand. A thick, silver chain connects the two accessories, the one in her hand and the one sitting in her lap. But then you realize that the chain itself and the thing in her lap is actually one object. It’s a leash, and in her hand is its matching collar.

The loop of the leash and the neck of the collar is made out of thick black leather, solid and sturdy; and the chain and snap-hook are metal along with the collar’s buckle and D-ring. It looked… way too provocative to be a genuine appliance.

“Sasha… is that from a…” You tilt your head and raise your eyebrows with concern, jerking your chin towards the set in her hands.

Sasha lets out a laugh, “Yeah! I couldn’t find any cute ones at the pet store so I just went to the sex shop off of Rose Street!”

She says it like it’s nothing. You weren’t unfamiliar with the subject of sex shops. In fact, you’ve visited a good handful over the years for terms of your own pleasure and exploration, but you would have never expected Sasha to be so comfortable with the idea of one. She wasn’t judgemental, no, but she seemed so bubbly, so naive — it didn’t seem like something up her alley.

“Oh my God,” You give her a playful roll of your eyes before reaching forward and grabbing the collar and connected leash from her hands.

You watched the handle of the leash swing near your knees as you observe and hold the thick leather of the collar in your hands. It’s cold, almost heavy under your touch, and you give subtle raises of your arm to test the weight of it. It was about two inches thick in the width of it, and for a moment you’re concerned that it will cover too much of your neck for it to be considered comfortable.

With your free hand, you hold the chain in your fingertips, letting the cold metal run along your hand and snake back down it until you can grab ahold of the loop of the leash. It was the same fat leather as the collar, equally as wide, but the leather was double-looped for durability.

While you’re looking over the scene before you — the entirety of the costume, the dress, and all its accessories — Sasha pulls out her own costume and shows and explains it to you while you half-heartedly listen; much too distracted by the BDSM paraphernalia in front of you.

The entire costume was nothing short of intimidating. Even without the BDSM leash and collar, you would still have had a hard time growing the courage to wear the dress and stockings alone. It was absolutely sultry, despite the coverage it gave you. Yeah, the tops of your breasts and thighs were going to be visible, but it was pretty tame compared to what the masses wear on this holiday. It was teasing, alluring, and for a moment you were worried about even being able to pull it off.

Sasha would have no problem with hers. Each year she outdoes herself, her most recent costume always better than the last, and her Cruella De Vil costume seemed to be no different.

From the glances you stole away from the leash and collar, you could see that her costume was made up of a snug black dress that would come down to her mid-thighs, a giant white faux fur jacket that was cropped up to her ribs, and shiny red latex gloves that were elbow deep.

If someone didn’t know the reference, it would very much look like you were taking part in a BDSM scene. And although you were expecting the most from Sasha, you weren’t exactly expecting something so… kinky. It was even worse once the both of you slipped the clothing on. Even without the latex and leather, the costumes were extremely suggestive.

You were correct when you guessed that your dress was going to be short, it sat just over the apex of your thighs, and the lowest lace of the garter belt was just peeking out. You hadn’t attached the straps to the stockings, but you knew that it would grow that much more visible when gravity was pulling the garter down. The tiniest hint of your cleavage was exposed, not enough to make it slutty — although there was nothing wrong with that — but just enough to tease.

But the worst part was when Sasha told you that it would be best to not wear anything under or over the garter belt, even though it was semi-transparent.

“Spandex will be too bulky and panties will show through the dress,” She said, and you listened.

“You were all worried for nothing,” Sasha calls from her spot sitting on the floor in front of a little mirror sat on the carpet, she could see you in the reflection. She had her makeup splayed out on either side of her and was working on blending out her blush when she spoke.

You let out a deep exhale as you look at yourself in a long mirror, one that’s almost as tall as you. The dress fit nice, and so did the stockings, you have to admit to that.

“‘don’t even have on the actual dog stuff yet…” You remind her, pulling at the lower hem of the dress to try and cover the garter belt, but every time you tug low, more of your breasts get exposed.

She turns her head to look at you clearly, holding a fluffy makeup brush in her hand. Her hazel eyes scan over you from head to toe before she smiles, “It’ll look even better with it on, don’t worry”

You look over her through your mirror. She’s already done up her hair, fluffed it, and back-combed it until it decently replicated the woman from the movies. She had on the little black dress, but the jacket and gloves remained beside her on the floor. And even with an incomplete costume, she still looked great.

“And even if it doesn’t… I don’t think Eren would mind,” She murmurs, turning back to the mirror.

Your eyebrows raise and you whip around from your own mirror, “What?”

She snickers, “Nothing,”

But it wasn’t “nothing”, you heard her quite clearly although her words were just above a whisper. And the mentioning of his name already was having a response on you, so you knew you heard her correctly.

“No, say it again,” You take a step closer to her, “You little brat, I heard you,”

You can see her lips press into a hard line as she tries to hold back a smile that would reveal her guilt. She seems to hyperfocus on fluffing out her blush, blending it out far more than it truly needed to be.

“Then why are you telling me to say it again?!” She exclaims with a nervous laugh, turning towards you and lowering her brush.

“Because I want to know why you said it,” You say, taking another step towards her until you're looking down at her.

You already have a good idea though, because your face would be heating up if you didn’t; and you have to admit, the thought of him seeing you in this outfit crossed your mind more than once while you were slipping the dress over your head and tugging the sheer stockings up your legs.

Sasha’s comment only confirmed and actualized the thickening tension between you and Eren. You and he knew about it, but the revelation that the others were aware made you ten times warmer than before.

As self-conscious as this costume had you feeling, you were equally, or even more so, excited to be able to gauge Eren’s reaction when his eyes first land on you. You could already feel the weight of his gaze dragging over your skin, your curves, looking over you like he was a shark and you were his next meal. Hungry. But you couldn’t even fathom the thickness that’ll fill the air as well like a rubber band pulled tautly and threatening to snap.

That little rubber band wrapped around you two has been stretched to its limits on multiple occasions; it’s been abused, bullied, tortured to the point where the tan rubber has begun to crack under the strain.

There’s been a handful of moments where hard stares have threatened to turn into hands groping over your bodies, teeth clacking and biting at your mouths; where lips have gotten far too close together for comfort, hands have gravitated far too close towards far too intimate areas; where the poor rubber band has been pulled to its limit.

Everyone has refused to address this push and pull, at least until now. Sasha was the first to mention anything out loud, although you don’t doubt the idea that the others talk about it in secret. It was obvious, but the topic seemed sensitive, and if you and Eren were avoiding it, they thought they should as well.

You and Eren were okay with how things were. You were okay with the stolen glances, sexual tension, and suggestive teasing; because it worked like that. That level of relational intimacy was safe, it was a traveled path. To go farther, to go on the road less traveled, was nerve-wracking and unpredictable. And if Eren was okay with going with the well-known path of the fork in the road, you were too.

“Because you practically eye-fuck each other whenever you see each other… everyone notices too, you’re not subtle,” She fakes frustration, but a smile still teases her lips.

“We do not!” You turn away from her and back towards the mirror, trying to hide the grin that threatens to show knowing that it wasn’t just you who saw how he wanted you.

“Yeah, you do. Maybe tonight, the liquid courage will finally allow the two of you to get together.” She smirks and catches the reflection of your smile between the two mirrors.

You shake your head with fake disapproval.

Yeah, maybe… but you wouldn’t complain if it didn’t. You’d love to get a chance to be alone with Eren, to be in his bed, in his arms, to have him inside you… but, as you said before, the road less traveled is far too scary.

She finishes up shortly after applying dark smokey liner to her eyes along with a bright red tint to her lips, and when she does, she moves over to you without cleaning up the mess she left on the floor.

Her hands are gentle as they help you with the makeup of your own. You never expected such a rambunctious girl to have such a feather-light touch. The brushes tickle your face and send shivers down your spine, and her attentiveness has your heart swelling with admiration.

She’s equally as gentle when she’s knelt to her knees before you, nimble fingers attaching the clasps of the garter belt to the top lace of the stockings; and again when her knuckles are brushing against the fragile skin of your neck, moving your hair out of the way to give her room to buckle the collar properly.

You can see her in the mirror, standing behind you with her tongue between her teeth, focusing hard to get the collar to the proper tightness. Not enough to hurt you, but enough so it stays still on your neck.

The leather is just as thick, just as heavy, just as wide as you thought it was, but much more comfortable. It’s a little cold against your flesh, and the raw ends are a little rough, but you internally thank Sasha for not getting one that’s for an actual animal, for you don’t know how rough one of those would be.

She fastens the leather end into the buckle and gently places your hair back into place, using her fingertips to fix any stray hairs. Then, she leaves you by the mirror to look over yourself while she retrieves the puppy ears from her bed.

“I mean…” You begin, bringing your fingers up to feel over the curves of the collar, letting them softly brush over it. You search for the cool metal of the D-ring with your hands and watch your fingers meet while you watch in the mirror.

It looks nice… sexy even, and you finally see what she was talking about when she insisted that the costume will look better once the accessories are on.

“Pretty, right?” She murmurs, holding each end of the headband in her hands and coming up behind you slowly. She looks over the softening expression of your face before lifting her arms up towards your head.

She picks and pulls at the hairs atop your head to give her an adequate base for the headband. She’s careful to not disturb your already prettied-up hair as she wiggles the headband into place. The base of the ears meets flush to your head and you can feel the ends of the headband rub against the soft skin behind your ears.

Sasha looks into the mirror before the two of you, she tilts her head and smiles like a mother watching her daughter put on a wedding gown. Her eyes are full of admiration and excitement, and you can finally feel your anxiety involving the costume dissipate at her gaze.

“Okay, now for the leash,” She bends down a little to snatch the leash off of the bed, the metal clinks together as she runs it through her fingers and moves in front of you towards the ring on the collar.

You watch her bend her knees, carefully taking the clasp between her fingers and snapping it open. She guides it to the collar carefully and you can hear a click of confirmation when she finally closes it.

Sasha grabs ahold of where the leash is attached and holds onto the chain, she lets it slide through her hand as she backs away from you, all the way down until the leather loop meets her hand.

“Perfect,” She states, still holding onto the leash as she comes up beside you, “Here, hold this while I finish getting on my other stuff… I wanna take a picture,”

You take the handle from her while she rushes about the room to through on her puffy jacket, slip on her bright red gloves, and grab ahold of the little heels she has resting by the door. Now that both of you have the entirety of the costumes on, you feel much better about this whole deal.

Sasha stands behind you, looking at your reflections and nodding her head with approval. Then, she takes the leash from your hand.

“Alright puppy, sit,” She giggles, bringing a hand up to your shoulder and pushing you down. You listen to her, letting her hand guide you until your stocking-covered knees hit the carpeted floor.

“Now make yourself look like a little dog -- stick your tongue out and beg and all that,” She says while shifting her jacket around on her shoulders.

You do as you’re told, sitting back onto your calves and bringing your hands up towards your chest, you stick out your tongue as well to try and replicate the image of a puppy begging for a treat.

Sasha claps excitedly while she pulls out her phone, fumbling with it for a moment before holding it out to take a picture of your reflections.

“Look up at me,” She says, “And……… perfect!”

You slowly bring yourself back up, careful to not snag the stockings or cause the skirt of the dress to expose you. Once you’re up, you smooth out your thighs.

“Can I send this to Connie? He came up with the idea and I wanna show him how good the costumes are…”

You narrow your eyes a little at her question, “Hmm… fine, but just Connie,”

Sasha squeaks with joy and taps away at her phone, nails clicking against the glass.

To Connie Springer: *Attachment: 3 Images* ur a genius for this one

***

“Armin, you agreed to be Spengler in the chat yesterday… give it over,” Eren reaches for the beige jumpsuit that’s currently being held in Armin’s arms as he turns away from the other boy in an attempt to avoid it being taken.

“I did not! I agreed to being a Ghostbuster… not to being Spengler,” Armin continues his shielding with his back while Eren tries to sneak his way closer.

Jean gives the two boys a look of disgust as they half-nakedly slap at each other for the much-desired Venkman costume. Jean’s already finishing up putting on the costume of his own, his assigned Ghostbuster being Stantz, while Connie sits on a beanbag that the four of them bought for Christmas the first year they started living together.

It wasn’t the smartest idea -- to have the four of them huddled up into a little apartment downtown -- but it was smart financially. They ended up learning that all four of them usually aren’t in the house at the same time most of the time, so the situation worked itself out.

But for times like these, when all four of them are horsing around in their little living room, is when they regret choosing their living situation.

Connie’s already finished pulling up the jumpsuit, keeping the front of it only half-zipped until they decide to leave. He’s avoiding the ruckus, tapping away on his phone when Sasha’s message finally comes through.

Jean is making his way over to him as it does. He has the torso of the jumpsuit hanging on his waist, exposing the white tank top underneath while he tries to wiggle his arms into one of the sleeves.

“Connie I told you that we needed to get a bigger size, it’s not my fault I’m six foot — oh fuck, man,” Jean mutters the last part under his breath when he catches sight of the image that’s projected onto Connie’s phone screen.

On the face of the screen is a pretty little picture of you down on your knees, pink tongue hanging out of your mouth — the flash showing the glisten of your saliva, hands hovering before your exposed tits that were given a good shot down the front of your shirt thanks to the camera angle, the fat of your thighs creasing near your hips and accentuating the fat of your ass that’s hidden by the little dress…

But that’s not even the best part…

The best part is the cute set of speckled puppy ears that sit atop of your pretty head, and the collar that’s so obviously from a sex shop that’s wrapped around your neck… and the leash that’s attached to it.

Neither Connie nor Jean have taken notice of the quieting argument of Armin and Eren, for Armin’s settled with letting Eren have the Venkman costume and takes the Spengler one from the floor. And while Armin was working on gathering the jumpsuit in his arms, he wanders over towards the other boys to catch onto the commotion.

“Is something wro — oh… wow,” Armin has to blink a few times after he gets his own glimpse of the image before him, followed by a few hard swallows.

Connie turns his head up towards the boys quickly, pulling his eyes off the picture and noticing their gawking.

“Stop, stop, stop. No. Nuh-uh,” Connie quickly shuts off his phone, the screen turning black, and jumps off the beanbag to step away from Jean and Armin. He refuses to let them sexualize his best friend!!

But what Connie didn’t know, is that as much as they thought Sasha was beautiful… it wasn’t Sasha who they were salivating over. It wasn’t Sasha that was causing their cocks to twitch in their pants… it was you. You were the one that had their faces turning warm and had their jaws clenching.

You were attractive — Christ, you were gorgeous — but seeing you in this light had something dark and sinister turning in both of their stomachs. They knew that Eren had this silent little claim on you, but that had gone completely out the door just a moment ago.

“I don't think it's Sasha we’re talking about…” Jean mumbles, bringing his hand up to his brow and rubbing his forehead with a deep exhale.

“Yeah — I wasn’t - it isn't Sash…” Armin stutters, fumbling to try and pull on the jumpsuit before his nakedness and inappropriate thoughts cause a certain uncomfortable situation.

“What?” Eren asks from across the room, tugging the Venkman jumpsuit up his legs but watching as the boys begin to look over each other in a panic.

Eren only made out a few words here and there, but when he heard Armin’s stammering he knew he should have been paying closer attention to the conversation.

The three boys eye each other, trying to figure out what to say. They didn’t want to piss Eren off with what he saw from their reactions, but they knew that hiding it from him would make it even worse. But showing Eren, showing Eren that costume, could pull something from him that they aren't sure they want to see.

“Nothing, it’s nothing. Don’t worry about it,” Jean holds his hands out in front of him, making his way between Eren and Connie and reaching to help Eren finish pulling up the jumpsuit over the white tank top.

“No, c’mon. I wanna see,” Eren tries to push past Jean, sidestepping away from the taller boy and reaching for Connie.

Armin intervenes before Eren can get a hold of Connie’s phone, catching Eren’s forearm in his hand, “It’s just _____, it's her costume,”

“‘Just _____’, Armin? ‘Just _____’?” Jean raises his eyebrows at Armin’s choice of words, completely disregarding the fact that they're trying to refrain from riling Eren up and opting towards speaking in your favor.

Eren doesn't grow worried, per se, but his brows quirk in not only confusion. He drops his hands back to his sides, eyeing each boy one at a time until one of them cracks.

Why won’t they tell him what's up with you?

“I didn’t mean it like, Jean —” Armin states.

“What about her?” Eren asks

“Not her, man…” Jean says, scratching his head, brows raised, trying his best to not poke the dragon.

“Well it's kinda her —” Connie begins, but Jean interrupts him with a slap to the shoulder.

“It’s her costume.” Jean finishes

Eren feels his stomach turn. Although he had no clue what your costume was, he knew that Connie made it a whole big deal out of making it a secret. Eren knew that Connie came up with it, and whenever someone would ask he would turn down their questions way too quickly for it to be dismissed.

And now, he's hearing his friend’s voices get tight at the sight of your Halloween costume, only confirming his thoughts that this was going to be good.

He was already excited about seeing you dressed in a slutty little get-up. All his fantasies about your costume involved you being in a little school-girl costume, maybe dressed up as an angel or a devil, perhaps a slutty nurse…

But this didn't seem like it was tossed in that stereotypical college girl costume basket… This seemed different. The boys were acting differently, and it kinda freaked Eren out.

His chest begins to grow tight with jealousy, not being too fond of the idea that you're having this great of an effect on them. He doesn't like that they got to see you and he didn't, that they got to see you exposed and prettied up and he didn't.

“What’s wrong with it?” Eren asks, searching for more, eyes flitting to and fro.

“Nothing is…. wrong with it…” Connie’s eyes widen as he looks to Jean and Armin for backup.

Eren looks to Armin, searching for an ounce of honesty. Armin quickly catches on and lets out a held breath.

“She…. she looks… really good.” He says softly, knowing that Eren was searching for truth, but also not wanting to provoke him too much.

But Eren only nods slowly, realizing that his infatuation towards you was far more obvious than he thought it was if the boys were trying to hide their attraction to you like Eren had some sort of claim on you or something.

Eren settles, taking a moment to slip his arms into the sleeves of the jumpsuit. He’s almost so calm that the other boys are worried he’s going to jump them for a moment… but he doesn't, and he only mutters a few words to them.

“Alright then, let's go see her.”

***

You knew that Eren was already there, Sasha told you herself that Connie and the guys just left, we should get going in a little. So you were preparing yourself for the absolute worth (best) when you’re all together again.

The drive was a bit longer than you had expected, but Sasha also got herself “lost” in the maze of roads in the campus suburbs, so that contributed to the almost twenty-minute trip that should have been ten at the most. At least there were some cool Halloween decorations — which you think is the reason Sasha got lost in the first place — littering the front yards to help satisfy the time not spent drinking.

It was obvious that there were at least a couple of other holiday parties as well, the faint thrumming of a bass guitar and influx of cars parking on the shoulders of the road was a good giveaway. None of them seemed too big though, just a group of friends or two having a night in that involved a little bit of loud music and a little bit of hard alcohol. But what was big, was the party gathering around a larger and more expensive-looking fraternity, which you had only realized would be the party you were attending when Sasha began to slow in search of a spot to park her car.

You could feel the deep bass vibrating subtly through the concrete of the street, and you can hear the upbeat music of early generational throwbacks leaking through the cracked windows of the house. From what you could see so far, the party has already begun to run out of room on the inside, for every person that seems to slip into the house, one will come out in return.

“Ymir and Tori said they’re here already, we just gotta find ‘em,” Sasha’s already opening the driver’s side door before you can realize that she’s parked the car, “Told them to save us some of the good liquor before it’s gone,”

You nod as you step out of the car and onto the grass, your white sneakers getting slicked up by the cold dew of late autumn as you make your way to the sidewalk. Sasha’s just behind you, smoothing out the front of her dress. Once she’s satisfied with her appearance, you hold out the leather handle of the leash that’s still attached to you and she takes it from you with a grin.

It’s only the smallest walk down the sidewalk until you met with the walkway that leads up to the front porch of the fraternity, and Sasha’s little black heels click against the pavement with her every step.

The front yard is decorated with various Halloween-themed blow-ups, ranging from spiders to vampires to mummies. There’s even some synthetic cobweb spread across the bushes that border the porch that you know will be an absolute burden to clean up. Across the front door is fake, bright yellow caution tape, plastered in the shape of an ‘X’ and reading “crime scene, do not cross”.

You and Sasha slip inside the house at the same time another two girls exit it; like it was some sort of mechanical set-up that limited the house’s occupancy. It was already stuffy and humid inside, the lights were dimmed, and you couldn’t take a couple of steps before bumping into a sweaty body.

You received lingering gazes from bystanders as Sasha guided you to where you assume Tori and Ymir said they would be. Peoples eyes would flit to the jingling of the leash, then to the girl holding onto the end, then to you attached to it; and for a moment you were worried that they were silently judging you before you noticed their costumes were almost of equal extremity and the smiles they wore on their faces.

You’re feeling better, much better than you were just over an hour ago while getting ready. Yes, you were going to wear the costume, but now you’re ready to wear it.

“There they are!” Sasha glances back at you for a moment before tugging you along, the leash being pulled taut as she pulls you to the other two girls that are sitting together on a burnt-red, vintage couch.

Historia sat in Ymir’s lap, sitting on her right thigh while her legs hung over the left one, but in between Historia’s thighs are two solo cups being protectively guarded. Ymir held a careful hand on Historia’s thigh, holding down the hem of her burgundy skirt, while her other hand was wrapped around her waist, covering what her little black crop top won’t.

Right away you could guess their costume choice, going for the classic Angel and Devil, but their little spin on it was having the nicer of the two girls be the Devil and the meaner of the two as the Angel.

Both of their eyes light up and they straighten in their seats when they see you and Sasha weaving your way through the crowd of people towards them. Historia immediately grabs ahold of the cups she had squished safely between her thighs and holds them out to the two of you as you make your way over.

“You are not!” She smiles widely, brows rising with incredulity.

She must have been referring to your costumes, for Sasha takes the hem of her dress between her fingers and curtsies bashfully, bowing her head to the two girls sitting before her.

“We did,” Sasha straightens back up and takes the two cups from Historia’s hands, taking one for herself and handing the other to you.

“Cruella De Vil and her little dalmatian, how cute,” Ymir’s voice is patronizing and her lips are turned into a smirk, but you know she honestly appreciates your little get-ups.

“Angel and a Devil? I’ve seen it a thousand times,” You tease her back and her uptight expression breaks into a genuine smile.

“You guys look… really good, like really good,” Historia gushes, “Why didn’t we come up with that?” She says sheepishly to Ymir, pouting her lips and furrowing her brows.

Ymir gives her a gentle pat on the ass, chuckling at Historia’s sulking, “Because we wouldn’t be able to get out of the house with you dressed like that”

Historia’s face flushes red from Ymir’s suggestive comment, and she gives Ymir a gentle slap on her shoulder to punish her for the embarrassment she’s caused.

“We actually... didn’t come up with it. It was Connie’s idea,” Sasha says glumly like she was happy that the two girls were under the impression that she had been clever enough to think of the costumes.

Ymir and Historia give a shake of their heads with faux disappointment, their lips comedically pressed into lines as they do so. But amidst their teasing, Historia perks up a little in her seat, raising a finger as if she has something important to say.

“Oh! Speaking of Connie, I think the guys were looking for you earlier. Ber and Reiner are in the backyard doing God-knows-what, and I think I saw the others in the kitchen trying not to be felt up by the freshman,” Historia giggles.

There’s the slightest pang of jealousy deep in your gut at the thought of another girl’s hands on Eren because although he’s not yours and you’re not his, that doesn’t mean you’re comfortable with people running their hands over his body.

You refuse to ask for clarification if Eren was one of the guys who was having to avoid wandering hands, but you can’t bring yourself to do so for a multitude of reasons. But before you can even weigh your reasoning, Sasha’s tightening her grip on the leather handle and tugging you along like you were some kind of dog…

“C’mon! Connie’s gonna love the costumes!”

She pulls on you a little too hard at some moments, sending your upper half lurching forward and your legs stumbling after you so your head doesn’t get pulled off by the overly enthusiastic girl that you somehow agreed to let have you on a leash. You laugh, nonetheless, even as the thick leather digs into the nape of your neck, and as you step on your toes trying to keep up. But you’re thankful when you realize she’s slowed her hurrying and is now casually walking into the kitchen, the leash getting slack.

“Connie Springer, you’re a fucking genius!” Sasha says, and as you peer around her body you can see the man she’s calling to, turning around quickly from his conversation and smiling widely.

Sasha shoves his chest playfully, going on again on how smart Connie is for this idea and how happy she is with how it’s turned out. Their conversation drones to a low hum as you carefully flit your eyes across the room in search of the one person whose opinion on your attire truly matters to you.

Your eyes flit over to the people who Connie had seemed to be talking with before Sasha excitedly interrupted them. It was Jean and Armin and a few other guys that carried on their conversation after you and Sasha came over. The two boys that you were familiar with gave you a smile that told you that they’d be with you in a minute.

As your gaze circled the room, as your fingers rubbed at the plastic of the solo cup in your hands as a nervous tick, you finally land onto a group of people you had managed to pass while Sasha tugged you far too quickly towards Connie.

Near the kitchen entryway as a group of guys, including Eren, leaning up against a countertop, talking amongst each other while the girls standing before them try desperately to butt their heads into the conversation. Thankfully, Eren was unamused with their antics, and deliberately ignored them whenever they tried to stir up a conversation with him.

You refuse to stare for too long, not wanting to draw attention to yourself or the tension between you and the man you’re staring at; but you do watch long enough to run your eyes over Eren’s figure. You feel your body react to the way his sleeves are rolled up his forearms, how the front zipper of the beige jumpsuit he was wearing was only a quarter zipped up his chest and the way his pretty gold chain rests softly on his collarbones and dips down to sit atop the white undershirt he wears.

You don’t even bother to try and guess what his costume is, far too distracted by how good he looks in it to even care. You only realize that your distraction was noticeable when Sasha nudges your arm to bring you back.

“Here, try this. ‘s better than whatever Tori gave us,” Sasha holds out another cup to you, and you glance at its contents before taking it. It’s a pale pink shade, like pink lemonade that was diluted with water; but you know that whatever it is isn’t nearly as family-friendly.

“What is it?” You ask her, looking back up, missing the way your staring at Eren was traded for Eren’s staring at you.

You had caught his eye once you entered the kitchen, and he could feel your gaze over his body while he distracted himself with the people before him. Now that you’re distracted the way he once was, he’s going to take the liberty to stare at you the way you once were.

He’ll hate himself for the fact that he did.

Eren feels his pants tighten as he looks over your attire and the way it shows off every inch of you that he wants to get his hands on. His jaw clenches as his eyes run over you, from bottom to top, starting with the sheer black thigh-highs that were wrapped so nicely around the curves of your legs.

It was teasing, enticing, intoxicating with the way the sheer fabric turned into dark lace at the tops of your thighs. It was a warning, an insinuation of what laid just inches past the hem of the spotted dress you wore; what laid underneath the intimate portion of the garter belt his eyes caught on.

The dress was typical, a little short, but typical for a college girl to wear out to a party. He’s seen something just like it a thousand times over and simply brushed over it. But with you, he couldn’t tear his eyes off. Eren was almost salivating at the curves of your body that the dress accentuated, and your neckline that swooped into the tops of your pretty tits that the dress showed off.

He didn’t expect it to get better than that. The main event of the costume seemed to be over once his eyes slid up your waist.

But my God was Eren Jaeger so wrong.

A groan gets caught in his throat, and contemplation swarms in his head to take you then and there when he gets stuck on that cute little piece of leather that was wrapped around your neck. The leather that looked like a coll — the leather that was a collar, with a chain leash clasped onto it as well.

His stare has gone hot, and like you can feel his eyes burning against your skin, you sneak a sly glance over to the man resting his elbows on the counter behind him. There’s only a brief moment of eye contact before your name is being called by another one of the boys in the room, but that passing second had electricity coursing through your veins.

“Hello Miss _____,” Jean calls to you, pushing past Connie to get to you, embracing you in a hug. The zipper of his costume scratches at your exposed chest, and the chain of your leash jingles as it’s pressed between you two. “It’s good to see you,”

You smile against the crook of his neck, rising up on your toes to hug him properly before lowering yourself back down to formally say hi to the other boys.

“Look at my girls wearing my genius costume idea,” Connie smiles, arms outstretched in a gesture to you and Sasha standing before him, “C’mon, give me a spin,”

You do as you’re told, giggling while you turn around in a tiny circle to give Connie what he wants. Sasha helps maneuver the leash so it doesn’t get wrapped around your body. When you’ve fully turned in a circle and you’re back to facing the boys, you’re met with them smiling and Connie giving you a few claps of praise.

“And what are you guys supposed to be?” Sasha teases, raising her eyebrows and noticeably scanning her eyes over their questionable attire of pale brown jumpsuits with name tags plastered onto their chests that obviously weren’t their own names.

“Obviously Ghostbusters,” Connie holds his chin high and crosses his arms over his chest with pride, pulling a scoff from both you and Sasha.

“Where’s your ghost-busting equipment, huh?” Sasha cocks her head at the fact that a proton pack is absent from their attire.

You don’t get to hear Connie’s answer before Armin steps closer to you, a soft smile on his face while he extends his arms to you. You happily reach back, wrapping your arms around his neck to embrace him. It’s much easier than it was with Jean, the shorter boy’s hold on you being much more comfortable thanks to the angle.

“Hi _____,” Armin says while pulling away, but just enough so he can look over your face, keeping his hands on your hips for just a few moments longer.

“Hi Armin,” You say softly, bringing your hands up to cup his cheeks in acknowledgment.

Eren decides he’s had enough when he sees Armin’s pretty blue eyes flit down to your lips. He pushes off the counter, past the girls in front of him, and towards you to get his best friend off of you.

Once he’s within an arm’s length behind you, he reaches his hands out, fingers flexed, and pinches your sides hard enough to get you to jerk within Armin’s grasp. Armin’s hands fall from your waist, and you quickly turn around to see the culprit of your attack.

You hold in a tiny gasp when your eyes meet beautiful jade green ones, and when you realize that his hands are still on your sides, letting your body shift within them.

The corners of Eren’s lips are tilted up into a smirk, tongue peeking out of his mouth to tease the inside of his bottom lip. His eyes flit from either of your eyes, then to your lips, then to the leather collar around your neck before returning to your face. His eyes narrow, like a predator ready to pounce on its prey; but he holds back.

“Scared you?” He takes a step closer to murmur into your ear, sending goosebumps scattering across your skin.

You take your bottom lip between your teeth in an attempt to hold back a smile, then you place your hands on his forearms before speaking, “Mmm, you wish.”

Eren gives a near-silent scoff before leading you back towards the others with a hand on the small of your back.

Electricity still buzzed around your hips, and on your palms from where you placed your hands on him. Your chest was already tight with excitement and pride, for you saw and felt his eyes dragging over every inch of your body.

Maybe, Sasha was right. That rubber band was being pulled thin, cracking under the tension, ready to snap… and soon.

You take a drink.

***

There were many times throughout the night when Eren Jaeger thought the rubber band of tension was going break; when the alcohol running through his bloodstream and the lust coursing through his veins threatened him mercilessly, and when you yourself kept pulling it tighter and tighter and tighter whether you knew it or not.

The first time took place only half an hour after he first saw you step into the kitchen. It was minuscule, minor, but it had him chewing at his bottom lip and turning away from the scene to prevent the pants of his jumpsuit from getting tighter than they already were.

The bag of disposable cups was nearing empty, becoming a mess of torn plastic as people tried to get their hand inside the bag for another one. The situation could have easily been avoided if people hadn’t have been so wasteful, but as much as Eren hated seeing you in the position it put you in, he was equally as thankful for it.

He swallowed hard when he saw you rise onto your tip-toes, calves flexing, the hem of your dress riding up the backs of your thighs as you reached for another bag of plastic cups from one of the highest shelves in the kitchen cabinets.

Five steps forward and a hand between your shoulder blades and you’d be bent over the counter you’re leaning against; ass pressed against Eren’s hips, unable to wiggle out of his arms without a proper footing on the hardwood floor. You’d be able to feel him, feel the thickness of the tension tangibly rutting up against you.

As much as Eren wanted to do it, wanted to bend you over and take you in front of everyone, he was thankful when Historia came up behind you and pulled the skirt of your dress back down over your ass and thighs to unknowingly help his suffering.

The next time was about ten times worse than the former. Instead of taking his bottom lip between his teeth, Eren ground his teeth together and squeezed tightly into your sides to the point where he knew it was hurting you, but the noise you let out in pain didn’t make it any better.

It was a tiny whimper — a yelp of a puppy when its little paw gets stepped on — when his fingers dug into the soft skin of your sides to push you backside off of his hips.

It was laughable, how much he just wanted to grind up against the fat of your ass but is now shoving you off so you don’t feel the hardness of his cock. that was caused by watching your body grind up against Sasha’s as you subtly danced to club throwbacks.

Sasha had gotten a little too rowdy, having a bit too much energy, and her playful pushing and pulling of your hips against hers had turned into bumping and whacking that had you stumbling away from her on impact. And after a particularly hard shove of her side against you forced you away from her and directly towards Eren — right into his arms and against his front.

So Eren grabbed you hard and pushed you off of his body, holding you out and away from him but still gripping to your hips tight enough to deny your squirming in his arms.

But when you looked back at him, eyes wide and glossed over with inebriation, holding your leash in your hands, he released you with a push of your body forward and back to Sasha, because he knew he wouldn’t last another moment with your puppy eyes gazing back at him like you want him to tame you.

But it only got worse. All the other times where you had his dick hardening in his pants couldn’t even begin to equate what you were doing to him now. You were a minx, a vixen; you weren’t wearing a devil costume but you were a devil sent by Satan himself, praying on Eren’s downfall.

Stupid little puppy — stupid little bitch — being so obedient for the one that has a hold on her leash. Sitting like a good girl, knelt on her pretty little knees on the kitchen island that he had looked past earlier to catch a glimpse of the garter belt you wear on your hips and thighs.

You look up at Sasha with wide eyes, for she still stands taller than you even with you sitting atop that kitchen counter. Sasha has the chain of your leash wrapped around her hand and wrist a couple of times until there’s zero slack and she’s gripping onto the clasp that connects it to your collar.

She pulls your head upwards and towards her, rising you off your seat on your calves ever so slightly, and your hands grab onto her forearm over the chains for stability. In her free hand is a bottle of pink lemonade flavored vodka, and she’s bringing it closer and closer to your face with every passing second.

Eren stands a couple of feet behind Sasha, watching you as you bring your mouth towards the finish of the bottle, your tongue lolling out of your mouth and head tilting up to ready yourself for the stream Sasha’s about to pour.

The room gets tense with anticipation, about as ready as you are to watch the alcohol spill over your pretty pink tongue. Eren can see people slap each other, urging the others to pay attention to the rather erotic scene before them. Some people listened to their pleas, others couldn’t bother or didn’t hear, but once Sasha tilts her wrist and elevating sounds of praise and applause fill the room, they all begin to look.

You rise higher once the sharp liquid hits your tongue, hands digging into the skin of her forearm as your hips raise from your calves. You look into her eyes as she feeds it to you, murmuring things like “good girl” and “such a good puppy” under her breath as she watches you swallow what she gives.

Everyone eats it up, watching the pretty pup perform a cool trick for her owner, being such a good girl, and doing what she’s told. Their eyes are hungry, eager, enraptured as they drink up the fat of your thighs and the curves of your ass, and the way your collar shifts around your neck with every swallow you take.

They’re blessed with the sight of you, your body, your sensuality, your playful and willing behavior when you’re just a tad too drunk to be decent. They were so lucky that Eren was almost jealous…

But he wasn’t.

Because he seemed to be the only one with the perfect view of the most intimate part of the garter belt you wore thanks to the way the skirt of your dress is riding up your thighs. He was the only one that got to see your pretty little cunt through the sheer fabric. He could barely make it out, barely got a glimpse before your legs were shifting again and your dress covered you up again. But in the mere second he got, he swears that he saw the outline of your pretty little slit.

“If you don’t fuck her tonight… I will,” Jean nudges Eren with his elbow and tilts his head towards the scene in front of him, just in time for Eren to look back to your face to see the alcohol spilling out of your mouth, down your chin and neck, and into the valley of your breasts.

Eren sees red. His eyes shoot back to Jean’s face immediately to catch the way his eyes devour you, and he digs his elbow in Jean’s side far harder than Jean had done to him.

“I’ll fucking kill you if you do,” Eren hisses, narrowing his eyes as he takes a step closer to Jean.

“Is that a threat?” Jean taunts, raising his eyebrows, an incredulous smile teasing his lips.

“It’s a promise.” Is the last thing Eren says before he’s reaching forward and grabbing the arm that Sasha has holding your leash.

He pulls her arm back to her body, watching as the chain unwinds from her wrist and her other hand lowers the bottle that was hovering out your mouth. He gives her a look, a warning, that says far more than his words ever could. She sets the bottle down onto the counter obediently before stepping back.

Eren takes her place in front of you, grabbing onto the leash that Sasha had let fall onto the countertop while you wipe at your jaw with your palms. He wraps it around his hand and forearm like Sasha did until he can slip his fingers between the collar and your neck, enough to tug your face to his.

You’re jerked forward, hands coming out to brace yourself on his chest and abdomen as he pulls you until your noses brush together. His eyes are concentrated as they flit over your features; from the way your lips part to the way your brows quirk into a worrisome expression — like a puppy caught doing something naughty.

You were trembling with anticipation. A whimper was already bubbling up in your throat from the proximity and grip he has on your neck and the way you can feel the muscles of his stomach twitch as he breathes heavily.

“I think I’m gonna take our little puppy for a walk,” His voice is dark, and his eyes meet yours fiercely; and even though he spoke as if his words were for the others in the room, you knew that they were directed for you and you only.

The room settled with the aftershocks of the previous events. The sight of your mouth hanging open for vodka was still so fresh in their minds as they conversed amongst each other that they missed the way that Eren had already begun to dominate you. They missed Eren pulling on your leash, sliding your body off the counter until your feet met the floor, then dragging you with him by the neck of your collar until you’re out of their sight.

He only looks forward as he pulls you behind him, thankfully loosening his hold on the leash so it hangs between the two of you rather than dragging you directly by the neck. You don’t resist his guide, you follow him with pathetic willingness; chasing at his heels as he takes long strides towards wherever he plans to bring you.

You were practically vibrating with suspense, your legs were like Jell-O and your arms were weak, and every time you heard the clinking of your leash you felt warmth spread up through your stomach.

The rubber band had snapped, and both of you knew it once Eren pulled you into one of the bedrooms on the utmost level of the house.

It was empty. The walls were bare of any decorations and the bedsheets lacked any character, so you safely assumed that this must be a guest bedroom. You hope it’s a guest bedroom.

Eren doesn’t seem to care either way, for once the two of you were fully inside the room, he shuts the door and quickly locks it while you stand a few feet inside, fiddling with your fingers and waiting for him to say something, anything.

But Eren only lets out a deep exhale, resting his free palm against the door while the other clenches tightly around the leather loop at the end of your leash. He takes a few deep breaths after that, desperately trying to compose himself so he doesn’t scare you… or worse.

You swallow hard, eyes flitting from the flexing muscles in his back through the tan jumpsuit to your shoes pressing into the carpeted floor, then to his hand that slides off the wooden door as he begins to turn towards you; slowly, hesitantly, like his restraint is thinning.

Once he fully turns to face you, he points a finger to the floor before him, “Come.” He demands.

You blink a couple of times in confusion, trying to process the tone of his voice and his body language. It takes you a moment to realize not just what he means… but how he means it, but it registers too late, and you’re being tugged forward by your neck.

The fist that wasn’t holding onto the end had grabbed ahold onto the chain, and Eren had tugged you towards him with such strength that you stumbled forward into his chest. Your hands reached out to space yourself away from him, and once you weren’t getting a faceful of his jumpsuit, you were getting a faceful of his own face.

He cupped your jaw with both hands, the leather strap itching against your cheek, and tilted his head down to you to carefully take your lips in his. It was a stark contrast to the previous tugging of the chain, but it was greatly appreciated.

His lips were soft, warm, so gentle it made your insides ache. He kisses you tenderly, starting with a long but chaste press of his lips to yours, but slowly increased the pace at which his lips left yours to only come back with more fervor.

You have to hold onto his biceps to steady yourself, for your brain was already fuzzy with warmth and arousal. They flex under your fingers every time he breaks away then pulls you back to him.

When you feel the warmth of his tongue teasing at the seam of your lips, you welcome it with a tiny gasp, but you only get to savor the taste of him for a brief moment before he’s pulling away to rest his forehead on yours.

“If you’re gonna dress like a bitch, I’m gonna treat you like one… okay?” He murmurs, tone much gentler than his words.

It was a genuine ask for permission. He was asking you if you were okay with him roughhousing with you; if you were okay with him treating you like the animal you were dressed as.

It ran a shiver down your spine, and he could feel you tremble in his hands. For a moment he’s worried he’s pushed you too far, but your voice interrupts his thoughts before he can pull away.

“Please,” You nod in his hands, pressing your forehead a little harder against his to enunciate your willingness.

Eren swallows, nods against your head, then mutters, “Oh fuck, okay.”

He kisses you, sloppier and deeper than before. His tongue slides against yours eagerly, and whines are gasps are pulled from you rather quickly.

You can feel him maneuvering the leash in his dominant hand, getting a better grip on it before he continues with whatever he has planned for you. He then takes his free hand off your face, and the two of you are left kissing with nothing but your own hands pulling you against him.

He pulls away to flit his eyes over your face before giving you one last soft kiss; a final moment of gentleness.

He steps on the slack of the chain that hangs between the two of you and brings his foot down until the chain is squeezed between his shoe and the floor. The tension jerks you downwards and you’re sent stumbling forward until your knees hit the floor with a deep thud and your hands come out in front of you.

“Eren,” You whimper, trying to sit upright, but his foot doesn’t let up and you’re left jerking back against the leather that digs into the nape of your neck.

“Enough.” He spits, keeping his shoe on the chain while he squats down in front of you to get your faces on the same playing level. At least he showed you a little respect.

He takes his foot off the chain, but only to grab it in the same hand that still holds the leather loop. It gives you the slightest bit of slack, and the muscles in your neck and upper back can relax a little; at least until he begins to slowly pull you towards him.

You’re forced to crawl a good step or two as he brings your face to his. It’s absolutely humiliating. Your knees still dig into the carpet and the heels of your palms press equally as hard into the floor. He’s still squatting, elbows resting on his knees as he looks down to you in the slightest.

The hairs that frame his face fall into it, covering parts of his eyes as he glares down at you like you’ve done something wrong. It hurts a little, to see him seemingly so upset, and your bottom lip quivers slightly as you sheepishly look up to him.

“Eren,” You sniffle, “Whatever I did, I’m - I’m sorry, I —”

“Shh,” His face relaxes at your vulnerability, and he lifts his arm from his knee to reach out with his hand to toy with the cute little ears atop your head with his fingers, “Shh, puppy, It’s okay. ‘m gonna tell you what you did wrong and you’re gonna be a good girl and show me you’re sorry, right?”

You know that he’s patronizing you, that he’s treating you like you’re a little dog, but his tone is so sweet and so gentle that it confuses you. His words are so demeaning, so shameful, but the way he’s saying it makes you want more.

“Yes,” You say quietly, trying to hide the shaking in your voice. You give him a tiny nod.

“Oh, good girl,” He smiles softly, tilting his head as his hand falls from your ears and to the side of your face, “Tonight… you thought it was okay to tease me; to prance around in this silly little bitch costume while your stupid little friend dragged you around on this kinky little leash knowing exactly what she was doing.”

He spoke slowly, letting every word he said sink in so you can process it. He kept that cruelly kind tone in his voice as he spoke words that were laced with venom. He mocked you, pouting and furrowing his brows when he says something upsetting to try and show you some form of fake sympathy.

And you ate it up; because he was petting your head, caressing your face, cooing softly as his thumb brushed over your cheekbone, speaking in a voice so soft that you were sinking your head into the palm of his hand to try and savor the way he was making you feel like you were floating.

“Now, I’m going to give you the benefit of the doubt and assume that you didn’t know what little scheme she and Connie had going on — because you’re too stupid to even catch on — and I’m gonna show you a little mercy because you’ve been such a good girl while you listen. How’s that sound, puppy?”

“‘sounds good.” You murmur, letting your face fall further into the warmth of his large hand that cups your cheek.

Your eyes were heavy, drooping with lust, and Eren loved it. You were gone, and not because of the alcohol. You had slipped into your own little world the moment Eren began to pull you by that little leash you have on.

He knew it. He knew it the moment he heard the tiniest of whimpers escape your lips when Sasha would tug on the collar around your neck, or when your pupils would dilate and your face would relax when someone would reach up and compliment the cute little ears atop your pretty little head.

You were loving this, but not only the actions alone. You were loving doing this, and doing it with him.

Your entire body was in a haze, all fuzzy and static as you drank in every sensation you were beginning to embrace rather than fight. You were closer to sober than you were to drunk, but you felt like you were floating off the deep end.

Warmth was tingling throughout your every vein, stemming from deep in your stomach and spreading out to your fingertips. Your insides ached for him; for more of this and how he was treating you.

You only notice that you had closed your eyes amidst Eren’s gentle ministrations when you feel them shoot open after the warmth of his palm leaves your face. He had started to stand. He had taken his shoe off the slack of the chain and released it from one hand so his only hold on it was from the leather strap where it was truly intended to be held at.

You were still on your hands and knees as he straightened out to his full height, peering down at you with a smirk on his pretty face. You couldn’t even manage to feel embarrassed at this point for how submissive you were turning, because he was playing right into it — he was loving this as much as you were and you knew it.

“Sit.” He says, maintaining eye contact as you listen to his subtle command and sit back on your calves as you had on the kitchen counter not even half an hour ago.

Your palms come up to rest on your thighs, sliding over the scratchy sheer fabric of the stockings you wore that were beginning to be stretched by the clasps of the garter belt from the awkward positioning you had been in.

You look up at him intently, eyes full of admiration as you wait for his next command. You looked so eager, so willing, so desperate; it made Eren’s cock twitch in his pants. And if you were so lost in his eyes you probably would’ve seen it jump right in front of your face.

“C’mere.” He pats his left thigh with his free hand, gesturing for you to scoot a little closer to him.

You do. You wiggle forward until you’re almost looking up at him at a vertical angle from how close you are. You know what lays just in front of you; a special little toy that Eren was planning to give you for how well behaved you’re being for him. You have to swallow down the saliva that’s pooled on your tongue, and your thighs squeeze together as you feel arousal leak from your needy cunt.

He looks so good. There was the smallest smirk on his parted lips, and his eyes were narrowed with desire; he stands with his legs parted ever so slightly, and his fists clench and unclench as he waits for you to settle before him.

“Good girl. ‘m gonna give you a treat okay? But you’re gonna have to work a little for it,” The chain jingles as he brings his hands in front of him, up to his chest where the zipper at the front of the jumpsuit lays.

He watches the way you shift around in your seat once the sound of the zipper unzipping reaches your ears, and if your cute little ears were actually attached to your head, he swears that they’d perk up at the noise.

You begin to grow impatient with the pace he’s chosen, and you sit up to reach out and grab the zipper from his fingers, but he quickly swats your grabby hands away with the back of one of his own.

“No.” He says firmly but quickens with how fast he’s pulling the zipper down his chest.

When he reaches his stomach, the beige fabric finally caves and reveals the white tank top he wears underneath. He shrugs it off his shoulders so it falls to his waist when he finally reaches the bottom of the zip.

Your eyes drink in every tanned muscle that’s shown off in the dimmed light of the bedroom; every shadow and curve and freckle on his skin, all the way down to the sliver of soft skin of the bottom of his stomach that’s revealed due to the way his undershirt has ridden up and over the waistband of his briefs.

You’ve seen him shirtless plenty of times before — at the pool on hot summer days, after his basketball practices when his jersey was too drenched with sweat and water for it to be deemed comfortable — but never like this.

Christ, he wasn’t even fully shirtless right now and you were falling apart, melting in his hands at the sight of his toned arms and broad shoulders. You were so drunk on the sight of him up close, so lost in taking advantage of the freedom you were granted now that the band had broken that you had missed him shoving the waistband of both his briefs and the jumpsuit down to his thighs.

With your eyes still locked onto the planes of his chest, Eren takes ahold of the base of himself with his dominant hand, brings it to the side of your face, and slaps the length of his cock against your cheek. It’s cute the way you flinch away from it, but then you quickly open your mouth for him once you realize what’s slapped you.

“Look puppy, ‘ve got a little toy for you,” Eren chuckles darkly, slapping the length of himself against your cheek once more. The precum that leaks from the head of him sticks to your cheek then strings off to connect to the slit in his tip.

You whine softly as he pulls his cock away from your searching tongue, keeping you at a distance. And when you reach up with your hands again, he slaps them away once more, the chain clinks as he does so.

“Nuh-uh. Hands on the floor.” His eyes flit down to the carpet between you and you listen immediately, placing your hands between your knees, not wanting to waste another second where his dick isn’t in your mouth.

“Good girl, now sit still and let me play with your mouth, alright?” He murmurs, guiding his dick back towards your parted lips, “Open, tongue out for me… good girl.”

You watch every shifting expression on his face as he drags the head of his cock over your lips, spreads the precum over your lolling tongue, and coats your cheeks with your own saliva to toy with you.

This was a game, and even though you could see him clench his jaw with every slide of his cock across your tongue, he was still winning. For you were the one knelt before him, panting and begging like a dog for his cock as it’s slapped against your face and tongue.

Every time he circles the soft tip against the flat part of your tongue, your insides clench around nothing. You can taste his precum — sticky and faintly salty — resting on your tastebuds, and every time his cock leaks a little more, your cunt does the same.

But you didn’t notice the way your mouth did as well. Your saliva was dripping off your tongue, down your chin and chest, occasionally stretching from your lips to the floor as he kept shallowly toying with your gag reflex.

You were already opening your mouth wider for him, wiggling your little tongue up his shaft whenever you got the chance. Occasionally he would catch the faintest whine or whimper when he would pull himself off your tongue and completely out of your mouth to watch the way your drool drips to the floor.

You’d scoot forward real cutely, like getting closer to him would somehow convince him to stuff your mouth. But he wouldn’t give. You’d clamp your thighs around your forearms, grinding your cunt against nothing but air, but he still wouldn’t give.

He wasn’t gonna feed it all to you just yet, he wanted to see just how desperate you got before you were verbally begging him for more. The little test-run of your mouth he was currently getting was taking the edge off. But it was just muting that desire to just shove himself down into you until you couldn’t breathe.

Your lips were so soft, so smooth and pillowy, and he just wanted to stretch them wide with the girth of himself. And your tongue — fuck, that tongue — dripping with desire and burning-hot to where it gives him a good idea of what your insides will feel like. He wanted more of it, but he swore he wouldn’t give.

It wasn’t until you let out the faintest moan around his cock — when your little clit brushed up against your wrists that were still squished between your thighs — that Eren considered sliding his cock down your throat. And Eren was tempted, he was so tempted — scratch that, he wasn’t even tempted, he absolutely wanted to, but seeing you like this… like a bitch in heat… was all too fun.

“Look at you,” He hums, eyes flitting down to where you continue rutting your hips against your hands, your stupid little puppy brain already Pavloved into knowing that when her little clit gets touched, it’ll feel good.

“Christ, baby. You want it that bad?” Eren says incredulously, “Not even in that little cunt, just in your mouth?”

You pull off of him, saliva falling from your mouth to the floor, and you swallow down the rest that remains in your mouth before you speak, “Yeah, ‘want it so bad. Eren, please. ‘wanna make you feel good.”

Eren’s stomach tightens at your begging. God, he’s dreamed about this moment, he’s fucked his hand until he was stupid to this moment.

“God, alright, Open up for me,” He grits, adjusting his stance a bit so his knees don’t buckle the moment he feels the heat of your mouth engulf him.

You stick your tongue out and open up again, looking up into his eyes as he stares down to where the tip of his cock finally meets your tongue again. He tilts his hips forward, letting you feel the divet where the head turns to the shaft, and keeps going until he feels the smooth part of the back of your mouth rub up against the head.

“Oh shit,” He breathes, his free hand coming out to the top of your head, right between your puppy ears, fingers curling against the back of your head to push against the resistance of the entrance of your throat.

You gag, but only a little. Your throat closes around the head and part of the shaft as he keeps pushing inside at a generously slow pace. As eager as you were, he doesn’t want to hurt you. And besides, he’s afraid he’ll cum far too fast if he picks up his speed now.

The sight of your lips stretching around his cock, eyes beginning to water, body jerking whenever the length of him brushes up against your gag reflex, cunt grinding against your own hands, desperately trying to relieve the tension in your stomach — it was all far too much.

You moan around him, sending vibrations up through his spine when your nose brushes against the soft skin of his pelvis. You were full, throat and mouth completely full of cock.

“God… damn,” Eren breathes, pulling himself back out enough to slowly fill your mouth again.

He goes a bit quicker this time — not fast at all, but quicker. He held a steady pace of tilting his hips forward until your mouth was just past halfway down him, then tilting them back until only the tip remained.

It was fast enough to have his lips parting and jaw slacking, soft groans leaving his throat as filled you, but slow enough where you could still feel every pulsing vein that litters his shaft run across your tongue.

You didn’t push against his hand, but rather let it guide you to and away from him as he pleased. He seemed to like pulling you towards him at the same time he pushed his hips towards you, even occasionally giving a harder thrust to slip down your throat, purposefully gagging you.

“That’s it - that’s it, puppy,” He breathes, bringing his head back off his shoulders and adjusting his grip on your head to watch your lips stretch with the thickness of his cock.

His every praise shot straight south and sent another wave of warmth spreading through your whole body. You jerked your hips against your hands involuntarily as well, grinding against yourself as he used your mouth.

“‘slobbering all over my cock like - like it’s a toy, huh?” He gives you a near breathless chuckle, but it’s ended with a deep rumbling throughout his chest in a held-back groan.

Knowing that he was falling apart equally as fast as you were only had you twitching more. You timed his every thrust into your throat with a roll of your hips forward, wanting your pleasure to mirror his. And your every vibrating moan that came from that pressure on your clit had his hips bucking against your jaw that much harder. So his slow, almost love-making pace with your mouth had begun to slowly turn into genuine fucking.

You whine and you whimper because every thrust into your face had your body rocking backward, only for him to pull you back against him. And that stupid rocking, that stupid fucking of him into you was now perfectly timed with your cunt bumping against the heels of your hands without you trying for it to be so.

You became all too scared that you were going to make yourself cum. That winding deep in the pit of your stomach was burning hot and his every thrust and groan and oh my God that left his lips only wound you up tighter and fed fuel to the fire.

He’s only aware something's “wrong” when the vibrating and rumbling around his cock began to grow more frequent, but he only noticed that because more curses began to slip from his lips due to the pleasure it brought.

“Are — oh God — are you gonna cum?” He asks; voice strained as he looks down to where you pathetically hump your hands that are still so nicely folded exactly where he had told you to.

You give a weak excuse for a nod while his hips begin to slow their thrusts, followed by a choked-up sob that escapes around his length.

Eren immediately pushes back against your head to free himself from your mouth. Disgusting globs of saliva drip to the floor between you, down your own chin, and down his shaft to coat his balls.

He wasn’t going to have you cum yet, because if you were going to cum… he needed to feel it.

“Nope, no, c’mere,” He quickly pulls up his briefs, not bothering to wipe off his spit-covered dick, and bends down far enough to grab ahold of your biceps.

You can feel the leather loop of the leash dig into your arm as he tightly pulls you upright and away from your own hands, but you don’t even have time to tell him that it hurts before he’s pushing you backward and lifting you just enough to get you up and onto the bed. You fall back onto your elbows, backside against the mattress while your legs bend at the knee and feet hang off and the entirety of the leash rests on your stomach.

Eren stands before you, then reaches down for your ankles that hang just above the floor. He grabs ahold of each of them, then takes each one of your white sneakers in his hand only to slip it off a moment later, then he drops both legs back down to the mattress.

“Take the dress off.” He mutters, shoving the rest of the jumpsuit off of himself along with the white tank top he wore underneath it. His shoes come off as well and are kicked aside towards the pile of clothes.

You listen, hastily sitting up and grabbing at the bottom hem of your dress, shifting your hips just enough to be able to pull it above them before you grab the opposite sides and pull it up and over your head and shoulders. The chain jingles and you have to pull it free from the fabric of the dress. Cool air hits the tops of your thighs, between your thighs, your stomach, and your chest. Goosebumps break out over your flesh, and you visibly shiver.

Eren takes a step closer, presumably to reach for you, but when his hand goes a bit far too right and just past your body. You assume he’s going for the leash, but when you feel the absence of tugging on your neck, you find yourself confused.

That is until Eren stands at the edge of the bed with a pair of puppy ears held within both of his hands. They must have fallen off in the process of taking your dress off and you hadn’t noticed.

“C’mere,” He says, much softer than before.

You scoot forward on the mattress until you’re sitting fully upright on the edge of the bed and his thighs rest between your knees. Your head only meets his mid-chest, but that doesn’t seem to be a problem; because the next thing you know, you feel the ears being gently settled back onto your head.

Heat spreads across your face at the oddly intimate gesture, and you’re stuck between looking down at your lap to play with your fingers or looking over the smooth plane of muscular skin before you. As much as Eren finds your sudden shyness rather cute — for moments earlier you were humping your own hands like a dog in heat — he wasn’t going to have it.

“Look at me,” He says, two fingers coming up against your chin to tilt your head to him.

Your pretty eyes are glossed over with lust and admiration, and maybe a hint of contentment. Your hands still lay daintily in your lap, and you seem ready and willing for anything he’s going to give you.

“Quit giving me those puppy eyes. You’re gonna make it hard to treat you like a dog,” Eren says with a soft chuckle, bringing his head down a bit to place another gentle kiss on your lips.

You hum with satisfaction, the vibrations sending little bolts of electricity through Eren’s body and down to his dick that presses hard against the confines of fabric, still pent up from your mouth. His hips twitch against the open air, searching for friction but sadly finding none.

There’s still one more thing Eren wants to do before he allows himself inside you, so he lowers himself down until his knees dig into the carpet. You let out a quiet noise of disappointment as his lips left yours but quickly perk back up once you realized his intentions.

His hands grab ahold of your calves and tug you towards him until your backside is resting at the very edge of the bed, exposing your still barely clothed center to him. You need to remember to thank Sasha for convincing you to not wear shorts or panties underneath it; it was a risky move but has turned out to be so worth it.

You can feel Eren’s lips brushing against your thighs, so gently that you would’ve missed it if you were so sensitive. His heavy exhales spread over your skin, revealing his lack of composure even as he holds a calm face.

You’re so thankful that you were still propped up on your elbows because you’d never forgive yourself if you had missed the sight of his tongue slipping out of his mouth with a smirk turning up the corners of his lips as he drags it across your clothed cunt.

It was the softest and cleanest gesture that’s taken place, but it rocked you to the very core of your being. That contact sent shivers down your spine and a tightness building up in your throat that escaped it in the form of a whiny “Oh God,”

Eren could feel your arousal through the sheer lace as he flattens his tongue against you once more. The taste of you has his dick pulsing beneath his briefs, straining against the fabric and begging to fill you.

He was so hard. Oh God, he was so fucking hard.

He was leaking all over the fabric of his shorts; precum dripping down his cock with every pulse and throb that involuntarily happened whenever your hips twitched or your breath caught in your throat.

The heat that was swarming around in his stomach was bordering distracting. He could barely get the clips of the garter belt undone without his hands trembling or a groan living his lips as he continued to lick at you through the fabric.

He then tugged it down your legs as quick as he could while making sure he didn’t disturb the fabric of the stockings. He wanted those to stay on.

You let out a tiny gasp, just barely audible when the cool air of the room skimmed across your heated center; and you let out a louder gasp when you felt the warm air of Eren’s mouth fanning over you once he positioned himself back between your legs. You could feel his lips teasing at the inner part of your thighs that were the closest to where you truly wanted him.

He looks up at you with hungry eyes; pupils dilated and eyelids heavy as he lets out little pants against your skin. He was starving, but he was waiting for you to feed him.

“Fuck, please,” You breathe, keeping eye contact with him and nodding with encouragement as he brings his head closer to where you want him.

He keeps his eyes on you when his tongue slips between his lips to take the tiniest lick over your bare skin. It was just a little flick over your clit, just a test of the waters, but both of you let out the most pathetic groans you’ve ever heard. You were slick and warm against his tongue, and he had to close his eyes to prevent them from rolling back into his head. And his tongue was silky smooth, drawing out intense pleasure with even the smallest of laps at your cunt.

“Holy shit,” Your eyes flutter shut and your head goes lax on your shoulders as he takes a broader lick through the entirety of you, letting his tongue linger and savor the sweet taste of your arousal.

Your entire body melts when he continues those wide yet practiced strokes over your hole and precise and teasing flicks over your clit. You bunch the fabric of the sheets between your fists as you try to remain up on your elbows, not wanting to sacrifice the sight of him between your legs.

It was so sloppy, so so sloppy as he tasted the entirety of you. Every glide of his tongue over the most intimate parts of you had you clenching around nothing and milking slicker onto his tongue; which only caused him to salivate more. You were dripping with lust and saliva, to the point where you couldn’t tell which was which; but you didn’t care. It felt too good to care about the mess of it.

Eren kept his grip on your hips tight, forcing you to keep them flat against the mattress. He did a good job keeping you still, but there were your occasional jerks against his hands that had his tongue slipping deeper into you that he couldn’t stave off. It was no mind to him though, he would groan at the desperation that leaked off of you — out of you; the twitching and flexing of the muscles in your legs and stomach as he fucked his tongue into you were more than satisfactory.

Eren pulls his mouth off of you, but only for a second to say, “Take it off,” while reaching with his left hand for the bra that still hides your chest away from him.

Quickly, you sit up, reaching behind you with shaky hands to unclasp your bra and slide the straps down your arms. Your nipples have already perked up from the southern stimulation, but the revelation of cool air on them had another breathy moan escaping from your lips.

Eren groans against your skin at the sight of your breasts bare to him, and then he returns his hand to your hip, splaying his forearm over your stomach, but only to bring his right hand completely off of you and down to shove his waistband down over his hips to grab ahold of himself.

He jerks his cock slowly, his eyes fluttering shut as he continues to drink at your cunt. He only opens his eyes to gauge your reactions to his tongue, for he’s worried that if he looks for too long he might prematurely spill into his hand.

Your angle atop your elbows thankfully grants you the ability to see his hips as he fucks his cock into his hand. Precum spills over his fingers and slides across his tip, so slick that it almost looks wet to the touch. Every dip of his tongue inside your cunt has another drip of it leaking from the tip that you just want to lick right up again.

He’s so wound up, fuck.

The muscles in his forearms strain and flex, tendons flexing under his skin to the point where it almost looks painful. And his cock throbs with every pump of his fist, veins pulsing beneath the sensitive flesh. He must be holding back.

And his dick, oh God, his dick. It’s big, fuck, he’s so big. He’s long and pretty and there’s the slightest upward curve that you know will hit the deepest parts of you and make it feel like he’s fucking into your stomach.

“Eren, I need - I need you inside me,” You pant, lifting one arm off the bed to reach for his wrist that’s still pressed against your stomach.

He listens, but not the way you want him to. He takes his hands off of your stomach and his cock and uses them both to pull you a little closer to him. Then, he grabs onto your ankles and lifts them until he can push against the underside of your thighs until your legs are pushed up to your chest and you’re forced from your elbows and flat onto your back.

The same hand that was splayed over your stomach now is splayed over the backs of your thighs, forearm resting in the crooks of your knees and keeping your legs pressed into your chest. His other hand comes between the two of you to slip two fingers inside you. You take him easily, loosen and slicked up from his tongue that there was barely any resistance.

You both let out a string of curses. Eren’s cock throbs, bobbing up against his stomach as he feels you squeeze his digits from the intrusion. Your cunt pulses around him a few times, trying to take him all in before settling and readying for more.

He curls them first, drawing a sob from your lips before he watches himself pull them back out. Your grip on him was tight, desperate, and needy, and he’s so close to just shoving his cock into you until you can barely speak.

It was right there, his cock was right there waiting to be fucked inside. It rested against the meat of your ass as he spread you open for him and filled you with his fingers. It was quite literally dripping against your right thigh.

The anticipation was brutal. You could feel it sitting there just as much as he could, and every time it twitched against you, you pathetically clenched around his fingers.

“Oh God, Eren please,” You sob, so desperate that you release the sheets from your dominant hand and reach down past your right hip, feeling around until you get a grasp on his cock.

It’s pathetic; both in how needy you were that you went to the point where you guided his tip towards your cunt, and then how easily he gave in and willingly pulled his fingers out and thrust inside you once he was properly lined up.

Both of his hands came back to the backs of your knees, pushing and pushing until your stocking-clad thighs were out of his way so he can properly watch your cunt suck in his cock. Your hands reached past your body to grab ahold of his hips, urging him and begging him to slid deeper even though he was already prodding against a spot that had you crying out.

You could feel the muscles of his upper thighs and lower stomach ripple against your fingers as he equally pushes inside a little more, but also restrains himself from bottoming out. But you were once again running his self-discipline thin, mumbling out, “need you deeper” and “more, give me more”

“If I give you more, you can’t — oh God — you can’t keep squeezing me like this,” Eren’s head falls back onto his shoulders as he squeezes his eyes shut, “‘need to let me in.”

“I can’t. Eren, I - I’m so close,” You gasp, tears springing to your lash line as you feel the warmth in your core become unbearable. You knew it was too soon; he just put it in, he literally just put it in and you were about to — no, you were cumming on his cock.

“Holy shit,” Eren groans, feeling that steady pulsing of your cunt throb against his cock, trying to milk what he wouldn’t give you. He just put it in and you were falling apart. He wasn’t going to last if you kept this up, “C’mon, fuck!”

Eren drops your thighs from his hands, falling over your body until his hands plant on either side of your head. He then brings an arm down to your hips, wrapping it underneath you and kneeling onto the edge of the bed to shift you forward.

You instinctively wrap your legs around him, drawing him in as he steadies the both of you at the center of the bed, then he pulls out only to fuck you through your first orgasm. His abdominals clench and tighten every time he draws his hips out, and there’s a dull yet wet slap that fills the room once he pushes inside again.

“There you go, puppy,” He lets out a breathy laugh, “There you go,” He lowers himself to his forearms, but takes his right hand to grab onto the base of the leash that’s still attached to the collar around your throat. He gently coaxes your head upwards, taking your open mouth in his and kissing you deeply as you struggle to kiss back; whimpers and sobs still leaving your throat.

Your hands slide up his back, feeling the muscles tense and relax under your palms until you reach his shoulder blades. Your nails dig in hard enough to draw a hiss from him, but it quickly turns into a deep rumbling in his chest.

“Harder,” You plead against his lips, squeezing your thighs around his waist.

Eren’s hand drops the leash and returns beside your head as he lifts his hips off of you until only the tip of his cock remains. He holds there for a little, letting your hole flutter around the sensitive skin, and then easily sheaths himself back inside.

It wasn’t harder, it was too difficult to fuck you hard like this. Your thighs were giving him a hassle with pulling out, and he didn’t have his own leverage on his side when he filled you again. On top of that, gravity wasn’t necessarily on his side either, he wasn’t fucking down but rather into.

He gave you a few more thrusts to tide you over before he pulled out to flip you onto your stomach. Your ass and thighs jiggled as your front hit the mattress, and when he grabbed ahold of your waist to prop you up for him, he gave the fat another slap to watch it ripple again; but this time from his own doing.

You pushed your ass against him, aimlessly searching for the tip of his cock to try and get it inside you, but instead, you feel the length of him slot between either cheek and you let out a sigh of distress and satisfaction as his shaft slides against your cunt.

One of his large hands grabs ahold of your ass, holding you out before him as his other hand grabs ahold of the base of his cock.

“Pretty ironic, don’t you think?” He mumbles, slapping himself against either cheek of your ass before guiding his tip inside, drawing a shaky sigh from you, “That I’ve got this bitch in doggy.”

Before you can give him a nod of agreement, he’s pushing back inside you with a deep groan. Your entire body recoils, back arching the wrong way at the intrusion that’s pushing so fucking deep into you that it almost hurts. You cry, choked up sobs leaving your lips and tears dripping down your cheeks and into the sheets as his cock prods at your fucking insides.

His hands help you back down, pushing against your waist to force your back into an arch that he finds much more suitable for the situation.

“You’re — Eren, oh God — Eren, you’re so deep.” You choke, a hand flying to your stomach and pressing against the plush of it like it will somehow force him a little shallower. The other hand holds onto the sheets tighter and tighter until your knuckles ache from how hard you’re gripping.

“Yeah?” He taunts, but his resolve is slipping. The sight of your pussy stretching around his girth has his entire body trembling to the point where it would be noticeable to you if you weren’t so fucked out, “I’m in your stomach, aren’t I?”

“Yes, yes I - it’s - fuck, I can’t,” Your hand moves from your stomach and reaches back to grab onto his hip, pushing against him to force him out a little.

Thankfully, he listens to your nonverbal plea and pulls out of you slowly, letting you savor the weight of his cock pulling out and dragging against your walls. He watches intently as you squeeze around his tip again, your body begging for more even though you were just begging for less.

He pushes back in slowly, waiting until your gasps of pleasure turn into those that seem to border pain to gauge how deep he should allow himself. And once he hears your, “oh god, Eren,” slip into a throaty, “oh shit,” he’ll pull back out again.

“‘m gonna fuck you so hard; gonna pound this little - this little puppycunt until you’re begging for my cum.” He seethes, taking a tight grip of your hips, “C’mon, let me fuck you hard, let me — oh shit — let me breed you.”

You cry out at that, at those disgusting yet cruelly arousing words he’s chosen to use on you. You forget all the pain that you felt when he was balls deep, and beg for him to do exactly as he’s said. You beg for him to fuck you hard, to fuck you until you were crying for his cock, for his cum.

He starts hard. He’s ruthless. His hips snap against yours with such power that your chest and face are getting pushed deeper into the mattress every time he fills you. Even though his thrusts are quick, they’re deep. Every one of them pushes his tip against your cervix, but he doesn’t sit there long enough for it to hurt because he’s pulling back out before a tear can slip from your eyes.

You can barely breathe, his cock still fucks deep into your stomach to the point where it almost feels like it’s in your throat all over again. You can’t even let out solid moans without them getting broken up by every thrust, your throat tightens up and your chest squeezes before you can let out a full exhale.

His fingers dig into the fat of your ass and hips so hard that you know they’ll leave a tender spot that will last the next few days, even now it was almost painful, but his desperation kept pushing you forward.

He wanted you just as badly as you wanted him, he wanted your release just as bad as you wanted to be filled with his. His deep groans and hissed curses had your stomach flipping and cunt tightening around his cock. His occasional pauses between thrusts followed by the rhythmic pulsing of his length inside you were intoxicating. Seeing his restraint finally give was far more rewarding than an orgasm could ever be.

It was so intense, so brutal. You were struggling to take what he was giving you but you were still begging for more.

“Harder,” You strain, voice weak and rasped as you try to lift your head from the sheets to look back to him. His thrusts shift your vision, your body still jerking forward as his hips push against your, so you dig your fingers into the duvet to try and hold on; to try and stay still enough to catch a glimpse of his face.

Eren slows for only a moment, just to look over your expression before he picks his pace back up again. Your hair is splayed out over your head and into your face, completely a mess. A glossy sheen of sweat has gathered on your cheeks and neck and your lips are still raw and swollen from his assault on your mouth.

“Oh God, look at you,” He breathes.

Looking over you is what sent him over; it was the final breaking point. Eren reaches a hand forward to grab ahold of the chain that’s splayed out beside you. He takes the metal in his hand and loops it around his wrist a few times to give himself leverage when he begins to tug your body upwards.

You choke temporarily before using your own arms to relieve the tension around your neck. Even though your limbs are weak, they satisfy your desires to stay up.

Eren only gives you a moment of rest before he’s pulling you up again, continuing to wrap the leash around his hand to prevent any slack. You gasp and whine as you’re pulled up to his chest. Your shoulders dig into the muscle of his pectorals and your head is pulled back until it rests against the same shoulder that flexes to hold you against him.

You can hear every grunt and groan that slips past his lips now, suddenly forgetting all the pain that was brought to you as you were tugged upright.

His dick prods forward, pushing into you at a different angle that makes it feel like he’s threatening to tear you open and split through your stomach. And even though he can’t give you a full thrust like he wants to, that curve bumps into your g-spot with every grind of his hips and causes you to grip him until he’s satisfied.

“Look at you, fuck…” He hisses against your temple, bringing a hand around your waist to help you hold yourself up.

“You’re gonna make me cum,” You whine, “‘gonna make me cum again,”

Your words make his cock twitch again, this time a bit deeper. You can feel the dull pulsing of him inside you, especially when he holds himself as deep as he can go. That sends you over the edge again. You’re going lax in his arms, shaking and trembling as another wave of pleasure crashes through your entire being.

Your stomach gets tight and your pussy clenches and unclenches around his cock, drawing him closer and closer to his own release. Your sweet cries of pleasure shoot straight to his cock and have him gritting his teeth to try and stave off his orgasm just a little longer.

“Eren, please, cum - cum inside me,” You reach back for his hips with both hands, digging your fingers into the muscle of his abdomen and lower back, “I need it. Oh God, I need it so bad.”

Eren chokes, his head falling forward onto your shoulder before pulling back up, “Yeah? You need — holy shit — need your little cunt filled?”

“Mhm,” You nod quickly, aimlessly, so desperate for it.

“Jesus fuck, I’m cumming - I’m cumming so fucking hard, fuck!” His hold on your chain and your hips releases and you’ree sent falling into the mattress again; hitting the duvet with a little oomf.

Eren pushes your hips flat and straddles the backs of your thighs, gripping your ass in his hands and pushing his hips up into you until he’s literally pushing you up the bed with how deep he’s trying to go.

He’s in your stomach again when he cums, and you swear you can feel the warmth spreading all the way to your brain.

Your vision goes white as your orgasm is dragged out through his. You can barely hear him speak, but the deep timbre of his voice only forces your walls to steadily throb for a little longer.

“Can you feel it? Can you feel it inside you fucking - fucking waiting to be taken by your little puppycunt, waiting to breed you,” He pants, keeping one hand on your ass while another pushes down on your back, “Fuck, I’m still cumming… fuck,”

You breathe heavily as you feel him finally hit blanks, cock still throbbing but no cum left to milk from him. He’s breathing equally as loud, deep, and heavy breaths coming from behind you as his chest rises and falls.

Eren closes his eyes, loosening his grip on your body and letting you relax as he sits back on your thighs. His cock is still hard inside you, marinating with a hot mixture of both your release and his.

It takes both of you a moment before your breaths are steady enough where you’re not worried you’ll pass out with the simplest of movements. He slowly pulls out of you, bringing his eyes down to where you meet to watch his milky cum seep from your used cunt.

You can feel it leaking out of you, dripping down to the backs of your thighs as he keeps going until none of him is left inside you. With the weight of his dick gone, you feel a little less full than you did with it inside, but still full enough to be content.

Your heavy pants eventually turn into satisfied sighs, and you curl your arms around your head to shove your face into the crook of your elbow. Your eyes flutter shut again and you take the time to ease your breaths back to normal.

Eren crawls up beside you, one of his hands splaying over your back and running up to your shoulder blades, then up to the collar and leash that still attach to your body.

“C’mere,” He murmurs, tugging on the chain one last time to coax you to lift your head to him.

You don’t open your eyes as he turns you onto your side to kiss you one last time; slowly, sensually, painfully gentle compared to his earlier actions. It makes your heart ache, but not as much as his next actions do.

“This can’t be very comfortable,” He says with a light heart, turning your back to your stomach and pushing your hair out of the way to reveal the back most buckle of the collar.

His fingers are gentle as they unclasp it, freeing you from the harsh leather. And just like that, you were pulled out of that wonderful headspace, but it wasn’t a bad thing. Your mind became clear and it finally hit you that he was here with you. After all that pushing and pulling he was now in some random person’s bed… with you.

“Something tells me we’ll be saving this for another time,” He sets the chain and leather onto the bedside table and it clinks as it settles. Then, he comes back to you and presses a gentle kiss to your temple, “How’s that sound, puppy?”

You smile drunkenly, “Sounds good with me, sir.”

JUNISFICS © 2021

#fic recs

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Master List

Created on 5/25/2021

I finally made the time to build a master list! Here it is, for an easier access to read! 

% = smut

Attack on Titan

Crazy Fool - Eren Yeager %

Let’s Do It - Levi Ackerman %

Haikyuu

We Need to Talk - Miya Atsumu

Zoom Meeting Things - Miya Atsumu %

Sincerely, Me - Ushijima Wakatoshi

Resident Evil - Leon x Reader series (in order)

Sneak Peek %

Welcome 

Chinese?

Adorable

Fortune

Boring

Lost - Part 1

Lost - Part 2

Lost - Part 3

Important

Favorite

Stupid Name

Pink Carnations

Better

#masterlist #master list #deenee #fics

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Gorgeous 💕

Attack on Titan boys made in ✨Art breeder✨ (Part 1)

✨Eren✨

✨Jean✨

✨Armin✨

✨Zeke✨ sorry for the lack of glasses y'all I couldn't make it work 👉🏻👈🏻

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Jealous Levi Series - 4/5 (77 Gunshots)

Part 1 - Explanation of the project + The Carnivore Part 2 - To Sing a Song of Steel Part 3 - Of Tea and High Buildings 

Part 5 - Landlocked

CW: Cheating (only in a dream), gun violence, murder- Look, if you know 77G Levi, you know exactly how this will go down, okay?

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In all fairness, it’s not like he didn’t warn you. Many times over, he’s pulled out his gun and casually pointed it at either you or Georgie, threatening murder unless you stop being so damn friendly.

So many instances, he reminded both you and Georgie about a few vital things.

That you’re Levi’s.

That you belong to him, every single inch of you.

That he doesn’t share.

That he doesn’t take lightly to others touching what’s his.

And he certainly doesn’t take kindly to his woman on her knees before a man other than himself. As he takes in the sight, of you in the furthest suite of the Moretti mansion, mouth halfway over Georgie’s cock and hands spread out on his stomach, it only takes a couple of seconds for it to kick in.

Someone else is touching his woman.

Eliminate. Now.

With a few strides, he’s marched to you, grabbed your hair and practically torn you off Georgie’s dick. He throws you behind himself none-too-gently and as you look up, you see his murderous eyes but only briefly.

“I’ll deal with you later,” he tells you, eyes full of unleashed rage.

Then, he turns his gun to the surprised Georgie and shoots. Not only once, not twice. Calmly and methodically, he empties the entire magazine into Georgie’s skull.

Then, when he’s done, he calmly reaches for his belt and loads in another.

“Fucking. Worthless. Little. Vermin,” he says in between the shots. “Just whose woman do you think you’re trying to fuck?”

He keeps shooting, eyes possessed with rage, and when he runs out of ammo, he chucks his gun aside and marches to Georgie’s long since lifeless body.

He kicks his stomach and stomps on his face, smiling at the satisfying sound of his bones crushing under his shoe as he kicks, getting angrier every time he pulls his leg back to aim another.

“I’ll teach you to touch someone else’s property, you fucking pathetic, pitiful, worthless-!”

He pulls back, panting just a little, and spits on Georgie’s face before finally turning to you. His eyes callous and hard, he reaches into his coat and takes out another gun.

Steadily, he points it at your head.

“I warned you,” he says through his teeth. “You touch someone else, I’ll kill him and you.”

It’s driving him mad, the way you give him a carefree, raised eyebrow. The way you walk up to him, allowing your hips to sway and lips to curl up to a sultry smile as you do.

“Really now, Capo?” you lean in to whisper, voice playful and light against his ear. “You think you can kill me?”

He growls and grabs your throat, pushing you away. His fingers tighten until he’s strangling you.

“Quiet, woman. I’ll choke you where you stand, you treacherous little thing.”

You grin at him. Void of all fear for your life, you laugh.

Then, you reach an innocent, bare foot to slide up his thigh until you can press against his crotch.

“You’re hard, Capo. It drives you mad but it also turns you on, chasing your woman, eliminating everyone who dares to lay a hand on her. You love it when I rile you up.”

“I don’t,” Levi hisses, but he gets distracted, be it only for a second.

That’s enough for you. Lightning fast, you take out your gun and fire a shot right next to his head. Taking advantage of the way he flinches and his grip loosens ever so little, you weasel out of his grasp.

By the time he realises what’s happening, you’re already at the window. Nimble as a fox, you open it.

A surge of adrenaline takes over him as he sees you sit on the windowsill with a wide, knowing grin.

“Catch me and kill me then. If you think you can,” you challenge. “Later, Capo.” With a carefree goodbye, you’re gone as you roll back, right out of the window.

Levi gives a brief thought to just how crazy you’re driving him. Just how much you get under his skin with your stunts, how you drive him up the wall. How you make him mad with his obsessive urge to have you, just for himself.

He’s crazy about you and even this just makes him want to chase you blindly until you finally stay still and become completely his.

He’ll catch you, his little feisty prey. He’ll catch you and domesticate you, even if it takes the rest of his cursed life.

With that thought, he runs to the window and jumps out after you.

-

His eyes snap open and the moment they do, he searches for you by instinct.

He needs to make sure you’re still where he can see you.

When he finds your shoulder, he immediately grabs you and pulls you in, so hard you wake up instantly.

Gasping a little, you hardly have time to focus your eyes in the dark before he’s on top of you, pinning you down. Jaws tense and a low, guttural groan tearing from his throat, he leans in.

You stiffen underneath him, still confused but mostly curious.

“Capo?”

“Say you’re mine,” he demands with a low, raspy voice. You frown, now a little annoyed. What is he on about?

“Piss off, will you?” you groan and try to push him off. “Stop trying to play games in the middle of the night.”

“Mine,” he repeats, teeth gritting, “you’re fucking mine, do you understand that?” He takes your chin just to pull your head to the side. His mouth latches onto your throat and he suckles.

You gasp as his teeth suddenly bury into your skin, marking it.

At that point, you’ve had enough and you punch him square in the jaw, sending him toppling off you. You don’t appreciate him grabbing you out of nowhere and spouting all this nonsense.

He doesn’t make a sound. He rubs his jaw and watches you with dark, purposeful eyes.

“What are you suddenly on about?” you ask. It’s still dark outside, the Moretti mansion is quiet around you.

He looks uneasy for a moment.

“Had a dream,” he finally grunts, looking sullen. You look at him warily. He’s still naked, having fucked your brains out earlier tonight.

“What dream?”

“Of you gargling on Georgie’s balls.”

“Gross.”

Yet, the way his eyes flash with the quietest undertone of hurt as he looks at your bare body makes you pause.

He’s legitimately shaken up, you realise. You rub your messy bedhead and sigh. What a pain.

“What are you, a toddler?” you finally groan, a little awkward and bothered. “Getting all worked up about a bad dream.”

“Shut up,” he mutters. You let out a deep exhale. Then, you reach for him. You take his hand and place it on your neck where the mark now decorates your skin.

“Not everyone can pin me down and mark me like this,” you tell him slowly, a little annoyed you have to spell it out for him. “You’ve said it yourself. I’m a crazy son of a bitch. I’m a loose cannon. I’m a wild card. Do you think I’d get on my knees for just anyone?”

He opens his mouth and then closes it, not sure what to say.

“Only a man worth a damn could do that to me. And of all the men I’ve ever met, you’re the only one whose touch I’ve ever craved.”

He thinks it over, looking a little taken aback. Then, he finally reaches a bossy hand to grab your waist. He pulls you in and rolls you over so you’re again underneath him.

“Of course, you’ll only have me,” he says, and his confidence is back in full force. “You’re mine. Wherever you go, I’ll always chase you.”

He kisses you. You hum to yourself.

Yes. Yes, he will.

#fic recs #reader #stancaptaindegenerate #leviackermanxreader #levixreader

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We Need to Talk [Miya Atsumu x Reader]

Note: Okay so this based off of what happened between me and my bf. Bf’s are so annoying, don’t get one 😠 I thought using Miya Atsumu would be nice, so here it is yall. 

(ANGST-ISH?) Kind of a spoiler??? Idk lol, but timeskip!Atsumu

Summary: Atsumu texts you that the both of you need to talk. You wonder what it’s about. 

You were waiting patiently for Atsumu to text back. It had been about a couple of minutes since he said he needed to shower. Scrolling through your photo album, you smiled as you came across some pics of you and Atsumu. So many silly photos. Atsumu was so photogenic, looking perfect as always. And you? Better than Atsumu that’s for sure. You snickered to yourself. You perked up when Atsumu’s personal ringtone went off and his text showed up on the top of your screen. 

We need to talk

You blinked at the text as it disappeared and you went to your message app. What is there to talk about? Did I do something? Your heart beat began to increase and your hands felt shaky. You didn’t want to think of the worst case scenario, but it began to seep into your mind. Another text message sent as you pondered what to say. 

let’s get milkshakes? 

You let out a shaky breath and texted Atsumu back. 

Okay

Uneasiness settled into your heart and you frowned, wondering what it was that he was thinking. The two of you had been dating for almost three years now, right before he became a player on the MSBY Black Jackals. You had never done anything behind his back nor have you done anything dumb. What would it be about??? Negative thoughts began to paint your mind as you dressed into leggings and a sweater. Your limbs felt wobbly and you sat down on your bed. Have I been a bad girlfriend? Did I do something he didn’t like? Maybe he doesn’t like me anymore? Is he going to break up with me? Your eyes began to tear up as more and more thoughts came to you. A shaky breath released from your lips and you shook your head, closing your eyes. No, no, don’t think like that [Name]. Maybe it’s about something else. You opened your eyes and looked up at the ceiling so your tears wouldn’t fall. I can’t help but think he’s going to leave me. You tried to blink the tears away, but some ended up escaping. Agh! You wiped the tears away with your sleeve and breathed in and out to ease yourself. 

“Don’t think about,” you whispered. “Let’s read some memes instead.” You grabbed your phone, ready to read some memes, until a certain someone texted you. 

I’m outside

”Fuck,” you cried, your hands going to your head. Walk outside like you’re not even affected. You nodded to yourself and grabbed your things before walking out your front door. You could see Atsumu in the drivers seat with his blonde, slicked back hair. He was looking down on his phone, probably picking music, while you were walking towards his car, legs feeling like jelly; heart beating erratically. “Hey, Atsumu,” you greeted and he slightly smiled at you. 

“Hey, darlin’,” he greeted back, almost making your heart melt. You slid into the car and breathed in as quietly as you could, so that he wouldn’t know how nervous you were. He drove away from your house and it was quiet, besides the music in the background. Should I. . .ask? You glanced at him front the corner of your eye and then at your lap. Why isn’t he bringing it up? Your mind was so jumbled up, you weren’t sure what to say. Fuck it, I’ll just say it. 

“So, what is it we need to talk about?” You asked, looking at him. He glanced at you and then cleared his throat. 

“Oh yeah, well, we need to talk about something serious.” You waited for him to finish and watched as he turned the car to the left. It was quiet for a few moments until he finally spoke. “I wanted to ask, how did you get such a fat ass?” He smiled over at you, teasingly, and you stared at him baffled. 

“A. . .fat ass?” 

“Yeah, what’s your secret? You’ve got a fat fucking ass.” 

You’ve never felt so fucking relieved. You laughed to yourself. Are you serious? You turned to the right to look out the window because the tears were coming. A lot was coming. You wiped your eyes and your breathing became a little quicker before a small sob escaped your lips. “A-are you crying? Babe, no, don’t cry!” Atsumu grabbed your left hand and held them together. “Ah, no! I didn’t want to make you cry. Don’t cry, love!” You sniffled, small breaths escaping your lips. 

“I am so not crying! I’m not even crying!” You cried. Atsumu laughed nervously, grasping your hand as tightly as he could. 

“I was just joking! What did you think I was going to say?” You looked at him with teary eyes. 

“Freaking annoying ass! My god! I thought you were gonna—,” your voice cracked and some more tears spilled, “I thought you were gonna break up with me, ‘Tsumu.” 

“Awwwwh!” Atsumu cooed as he entangled his hand from yours and began caressing your head. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think you’d cry!” 

“You’re such an annoying ass!” You huffed, wiping your tears away. “Stop touching my head! I’m not a baby!” You grabbed his wrist and moved it away. “You got me so nervous for no reason. I thought my heart was going to stop from beating so fast!” Atsumu laughed and you glared at him. “It’s not funny!” 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” 

“You better be!” 

“My god, I love you, [Name],” he said and you rolled your eyes. 

“Whatever.” 

It was quiet for a little. 

“So, you gonna answer the question or?” 

“I’m not answerin’ you! ANNOYING ASS! I hope you lose your next game!” 

Note: okay, I added extra stuff, but this really did happen to me LOL my bf is so mean y’all. I have never felt so fricking nervous in my life and yeah, I hope I displayed it okay. Just thought Atsumu would fit it LOL. So that’s that. It was fun to write for sure! 😂

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I’m so hurt 😔

“Later, Hange”

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Pink Carnations [Leon x Reader]

Note: Hey guys, its been awhile, and here is a short one :) enjoy! 

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It was another regular day of work, papers, and headaches. If you were to be honest, you kind of missed going on missions. You finally got off of your one week vacation, but on your first day back, you were faced with a gruesome amount of papers on your desk. Leon hadn’t been keeping in touch lately, and you assumed he had missions. After all, he’s a rising star in the agency—oh, and he saved the presidents daughter. Looking over your calendar, a specific date was circled on Thursday. Your heart ached as you saw Frank's name written in the space. Had it been so long already? You look over at Frank's old desk and you could feel the back of your eyes burning as tears threatened to swell. You turned away and looked over your papers before going back to clacking on your computer. Endless papers, endless work. 

--

"Such beautiful flowers. Who are you buying them for?" the young girl questioned, smiling. She handed you the small bouquet of pink carnations and you smiled back. 

"They're for a good friend of mine. To let him know that he is remembered," you answered and the girl blinked before her eyes widened slightly. "It's okay," you assured, handing cash over to her after looking at the price. She quietly watched you leave, your brown coat flowing behind you as your heels clacked against the tile ground. You got inside your car and gently set the bouquet on the passenger seat before securing yourself and leaving the parking lot. As you drove to the cemetery, you wondered if Leon knew what today was. You texted him what he was doing today, but he never responded, so you assumed he was busy. 

Finally, you arrived, parked, and you grabbed the bouquet, smiling at it. The pink carnations glowed under the sunlight and you sighed. After unbuckling yourself, you got out of your car and locked the doors. The sky was clear and the sun shined brilliantly, almost burning your skin, but the breeze made everything better. There were a few cars parked and you began to walk towards Frank's tombstone, which was towards the back. It was quiet, besides the sound of the wind whispering in your ears and the rustling of the plants. You spotted someone standing in front of Frank's grave and you stopped walking, still a bit far from where the person stood. His blonde hair danced with the wind, and he held pink carnations in his big hands. You always wondered who else was bringing pink carnations, but now you found the culprit. You eventually walked until you stood beside Leon, looking down at the tombstone, holding the bouquet against your abdomen. 

"Oh," Leon seemed surprised to see you and he stepped back. "You're here, too?" You huffed, giving him a small smile. 

"Of course, who do you take me for?" You bent down and gently placed the bouquet in the hole beside his grave. "Hey, Frank. Miss you, dude," you said, fingers brushing against the petals. Leon watched you, his eyes gentle. You stood up straight and Leon did the same as you.

"Just wanted to let you know that I've been doing great. Want to know something? I saved the president's daughter and almost became a monster," Leon laughed bitterly. "It was scary. I can't imagine what you must've gone through when you turned, but. . .I miss you, brother." Tears began to form in your eyes and you blinked them away. "And, I've reunited with little ol' [Name] here--," Leon wrapped an arm over your shoulders and pulled you to him, "I promise you I'll take care of her." You glanced up at him, eyes slightly wide, but his gaze remained down on Frank. Your heart began to beat rapidly. Leon gave you a wink and you huffed, removing his arms, hoping he hadn’t noticed your pink cheeks. 

”Frank knows I can take care of myself, Mr. Kennedy,” you explained. 

”Well, lo siento, Ms. [Surname].” 

”Anyways, I always wondered who else was putting down these flowers. It was you,” you pointed at him and he nodded. 

”Alright, captain obvious,” he sarcastically said. 

”Do you want to die?" you threatened, glaring at the blonde. You inched a little closer to him with your arms crossed. He only chuckled, shaking his head. 

"Are you trying to look intimidating?" 

"And if I am?" 

"Well, it definitely isn't working." You opened you mouth to argue, but once you felt something soft press against your right cheek, you froze. Leon pulled away and pressed a pink carnation in your hand, smirking. "I'm definitely remembering this." Then, he walked pass you. Your whole face was pink and your heart was probably beating out of your chest. You turned around and yelled at Leon. 

"Leon, get your ass over here!" He merely waved his hand at you without turning around. You huffed and looked at the pink carnation he shoved into your hands. "My god, he is going to give me a heart attack one day," you groaned. 

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Zoom Meeting Things [Miya Atsumu x Reader] nfsw

Note: So, I was bored and decided to write some SMUT, so yeah. I’m not great at writing this, but I just wanted to write something for Atsumu :3 So, enjoy! 

"[Name], screw class," Atsumu lazily drawled, spreading out on your bed. The floral white sheets rustled and crumpled beneath him, and you sighed. 

"Sorry, 'Tsumu, but I have to pass this class. You know that my professor is strict with attendance," you explained, giving him an apologetic smile. The setter grumpily turned his back to you and you chuckled, setting up your laptop on your desk in the corner of the room, to get ready for your zoom meeting. You looked over your shoulder to look at your boyfriend. "My zoom meeting will only take an hour, so stop being a baby. Plus, this is the only time the professor is making us do this." You walked over to the bed and lightly slapped his butt. "Then, we can snuggle all you want." He looked over at you and you gave him a cheeky smile.

"Fine, but I'm going to get impatient," he grumbled, plopping his head back onto the mattress. You sat there for a few moments, admiring his side view, and then went to go sit on your chair to get ready for the meeting. You plugged in your earbuds and set up zoom, turning on your camera and mic. Other students showed up in the meeting and the professor greeted everyone, you giving a small wave. 

"Now, last time we talked about the respiratory system, and today we will be talking about the digestive system," your professor started. You whipped out your notebook and pencil, ready to write down important notes. 

Atsumu turned his body around and stared at your figure, letting out a small sigh. Your hair was pulled up in a crazy, messy bun, and you were wearing a white camisole with black 'booty shorts' as Atsumu loved to call it. Looking at your straps, he could see that you were definitely not wearing a bra and this made his brows go up. He looked at your laptop screen and could see others on it, plus you (your adorable face) looking serious. A devious smirk appeared on his lips and his droopy eyes squinted as he thought of a great idea to distract you. He definitely wanted you to succeed in your education, but one day wouldn't hurt ya, right? Anyways, he did just come back after a volleyball game from the Miyagi prefecture. A successful one at that, and all he wanted was some time with you before his next match. The setter silently got off the bed and grabbed his phone, crouching down, and pressed a small kiss to the screen for luck, before sliding it beneath your chair and under the desk. You flinched, feeling something hit your left foot and looked down, seeing your lover's iPhone. You looked to the side, only to see Atsumu giving you an apologetic smile, but there was something unsettling in his eyes (you chose to ignore it anyway). Your boyfriend quietly crawled towards you and turned your chair, so that it faced towards him, and his right arm rested against your waist, while his left hand 'went' for his phone. Your eyes stayed on the screen even as your body faced towards Atsumu, and the blonde lightly huffed when you showed no attention towards him. He paused as he looked at your chest, seeing your nipples poking through your camisole. His eyebrows raised, but he decided to look up at your face. God, he could never get tired of this sight. He examined your jaw, cheekbone, and your plump, pink lips. Your side profile was just everything, and so was your body. He licked his lips as his eyes wandered to your neck, shoulders, and breasts. And, the fact that your nipples were perked made things a little harder for him. You nudged him and gave him the look 'hurry up and get your phone', but your boyfriend lazily grinned, wrapped his arms around your waist and leaned the right side of his face on your thighs. "Oh, [Name], is that your pet?" your professor questioned, seeing the fluff of blonde fur/hair. You looked up startled and nervously laughed, cheeks tinting pink. 

"Oh, uh, yeah, I just got a very furry guinea pig recently," you quickly said, reaching over to your laptop to push it back, so the others could only see from your collar bone and up. Atsumu raised his head up, a smirk on his lips as you said this. He deviously pressed a kiss on your right thigh and you inhaled through your nose, biting down on your bottom lip. 

"I wonder where the guinea pig is?" Atsumu questioned quietly and you glared down at him. The setter shrugged and his hands went towards your breasts, kneading them together. You slapped at his hands, but he continued anyway, smiling as you began to panic. You quickly clicked to mute yourself and turned off your video, then turned to him after taking off your earbuds. 

”Atsumu, stop playing with me!” You hissed, grabbing his wrists. Your boyfriend only continued playing with your breasts, his face leaning closer as his tongue poked out to lick at your clothed nipple. You groaned, pushing his head away. “Atsumu,” you warned. He grunted and pulled back and you sighed, putting your earbuds back on, unmuting yourself, and turning your camera back on. Unsurprisingly, rough hands touch your hips and you know that you can’t stop him. Atsumu leans down and kisses your clothed pussy and you feel shivers run down your spine as your insides begin to flutter. He flattened his tongue and slides it up against you, and you try your best to keep your composure, hoping nobody notices your weird expressions. Then, the sly man pushed aside your shorts along with your panties and he kisses your inner thigh, then the skin beside your pulsating cunt. As soon as his tongue touches your pussy, you could feel your eyes roll to the back of your head. You let out a quiet shaky breath, fingers raking through his soft and thick blonde hair. The tip of his pink tongue slides against your clitoris over and over before sliding back down and then back to your clitoris, making your hips jut upwards. You could hear the inquiries of your professor, asking you what's wrong and you have to swallow before you speak or else you're afraid you'll let out an embarrassing moan. "I-I'm sorry, professor, but I'm going to have to leave for a bit." You leave the zoom meeting, threw off your earbuds, and slammed your laptop shut before letting out a long, loud moan as Atsumu began to ravage you, his eyes squinting in victory. "Atsumu, you really are a devil," you moaned. You squeaked when he repeatedly slides his muscle over your sensitive nub, saliva dripping down your pussy and to your chair. You could feel the pressure building up and your legs began to shake. "O-oh, 'Tsumu. Right there— yeah," you whispered. You could feel the thin layer of sweat on your forehead and nose, and like a ticking bomb, the pressure exploded— sending waves of pleasure throughout your whole body, from your toes to your head. Your toes curled up from the intense pleasure as your lower body twitched. "'Tsumu, stop," you breathily said, trying to pull away from him as you giggled from the overstimulation. Your lover pulled away and stared at the work he had done on you. You looked so erotic, leaning against your chair, looking dazed with your pink cheeks. "You really couldn't wait until I was done with class?" you asked, an eyebrow raised. 

"Didn't I tell you that I'd get impatient?" he reminded you and you rolled your eyes, rolling off your panties and shorts. 

"Well, since you started this mess, you better finish it," you demanded, giving him a sultry grin as you dropped your clothing to the ground. Atsumu's eyes glistened with amusement and he stood up, guiding you to the bed. You laid down on your back and spread open your legs, watching as he looked at you from head to toe. "Are you going to hurry or what?" Your eyes trailed down to the obvious tent from his grey sweatpants. “Actually,” you sat up on your knees and grabbed his wrist, “how about you lay down and relax.” Atsumu smirked and gladly laid down, his arms behind his head. You pulled off his sweats and boxers, leaving them on the ground once they rolled off his legs. You crawled up to Atsumu and pressed a kiss to his cheek, your hips above his, and your cunt dangerously close to his twitching cock. 

“You’re so hot,” Atsumu groaned, his eyes fixated on how close his cock is to you. You hummed and lightly rubbed against him, making him hiss in pleasure. God, you were wet. So damn wet and it was so damn hot. “You’re literally an ocean right now, love,” Atsumu teased, a finger coming down to slide against your wet folds. 

”Yeah, thanks to you,” you whispered and pressed another kiss to the corner of his lips. “Now, your cock can easily slip into my tight pussy, ‘Tsumu.” You shifted your hips forward and the tip of his cock pressed against your entrance, and finally, his cock slipped inside you. His thick girth stretched your walls, and you groaned, hands pushing against his broad chest. It felt uncomfortable since it had been awhile since the two of you had gotten intimate, but as soon as you adjusted, the feeling subsided, and in came the feeling of bliss. You raised your hips and brought them back down, mewling as the familiar feeling of Atsumu’s cock rubbed against your walls, sending pleasure throughout your whole body. Your boyfriend grunted as you repeated the action and his big hands grabbed your hips, helping you. 

Atsumu watched as your lips opened, eliciting a small squeak as he raised his hips to meet yours. “You feel so good around my cock. Do you like it?” He asked, thrusts getting rougher. You leaned forward and wrapped your arms around his neck, your left cheek against his left cheek. “Tell me. Do you like it, baby?” You moaned at every thrust, nodding. 

”Yes, go harder and faster, ‘Tsumu,” you whined. He answered your command and began to thrust faster and you tightened your grip on him, squealing. “Oh—God! You fuck me so good, ‘Tsumu—Ah!” You cried as he relentlessly thrusted into you. The erotic sound of skin against skin echoed throughout the room, and so did the rustling of the sheets and squeaking of your bed. Your sweaty bodies slid against each other with every thrust and your moans were being drowned with Atsumu’s lips. “S-switch to missionary,” you said and Atsumu gladly reversed your positions. Now, he was balls deep inside you, but in the missionary position. You cupped his cheek with your left hand and your right arm went around his shoulder. Atsumu kissed your nose. 

”Love you,” he muttered and you kissed his chin. 

”Love you, ‘Tsumu.” Then, there goes Atsumu’s crazy thrusting technique. He has you become a moaning and twitching mess with his unforgiving thrusts, but you don’t mind because you love it. You love it when he’s rough with you. There it is. The pressure building up inside you. “Oh—fuck, fuck—!” You cried and Atsumu groaned against you, his hands playing with your breasts. It was getting too intense and your legs began to twitch as your hips rose. After a few more rough thrusts, the pressure finally released and your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, your toes curling. You let out a small cry, hands gripping his shoulders. You could feel Atsumu‘s cock pulsating inside you as he spilled his semen inside you. Your legs shook around his waist, legs numb. You watched as he pulled out of you, smirking. 

”I could never get tired of seeing this view,” he said, his brown eyes traveling up to look at your sweaty and flushed expression. Your baby hairs were wet against your forehead and temple, but it just made you so much more sexy. You could feel his cream seeping out of your hole and you sighed, giving him a small glare. 

”You still could’ve waited till my class was over, ‘Tsumu.” 

“Well, I never told you to end your zoom meeting, did I?” he questioned, lazily. You frowned and rolled your eyes. 

”Well, you’re not wrong. . . .” 

”Next time, let me fuck you doggy style during your next zoom conference, hm?” 

”???!!!!!” 

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Stupid Name [Leon x Reader]

Note:  Just did something simple this time :) I apologize if Leon seems a little OOC? It was fun writing this chapter nonetheless! 

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Just like before, you and Leon separated once again. You guys exchanged numbers again, since Leon got a new number, and the reason was, "I've got stalkers, you know" and you obviously did not believe that. . .maybe you kind of believed him, because Leon? Leon Scott Kennedy? He is hot as hell and you honestly don't blame the ladies (but, still stalking isn't okay). Now that you think of it, it's been, like, four days since you've seen the handsome agent. But, honestly, it felt like you just saw him yesterday. You were sitting down on your couch, watching Tom and Jerry, and once again, your flip phone dinged. You laughed to yourself and picked it up, clicking the buttons to head to the messages. 

Leon: what r u doing rn?

Sent 10:03 AM 

Me: Watching a cartoon

Sent 10:03 AM

Leon: that's crazy me too

Sent 10:04 AM

Me: Yeah? ur wack

Sent 10:04 AM

You snorted and closed your flip phone, turning your attention back to the screen. Surprisingly, you had a week off, while Leon did not. You weren't surprised, since he's a very bad ass agent. Ever since the both of you reunited, he had been in constant touch with you. He was always sending you texts and he would call you randomly at times. Anyways, it has only been four days. Now that you think of it, what the heck is he doing texting you and watching cartoons while he was working? Your phone dinged and you checked your phone. 

Leon: okay and? ik u miss me and all. y r u so sassy in the am

Sent 10:07 AM

Really? In the AM? Is he for real? And me missing him? Well, I mean, he ain't wrong. 

Me: um, sir, wdym. btw u should be workin. get 2 it

Sent 10:08 AM

You sighed and shook your head. Sometimes he would be flirty, and you wanted to flirt back, but you reminded yourself that he clearly had a woman. You just knew there was something there between them, even if he said there wasn't. You remembered the look on his face when you both saw her on your previous mission. Looking back at the screen, you watched as Tom once again had his cat woman being stolen from him by Butch. "Well, that sucks," you muttered, huffing. You stood up and stretched your body, looking out at the window to your right. It was cloudy outside and by the way the trees and plants swayed, it was windy. Beep! You reluctantly checked your phone. 

Leon: not rlly doing anything. just wanted 2 text u and theres nothing wrong w missin me

Sent 10:11 AM 

You rolled your eyes and let your phone fall on the comfy couch. Thinking back to the first time you met Leon, he was such a cinnamon roll, but now, he is a sinnamon roll. You can't believe Leon was such an innocent cutie, but now he is a sarcastic, teasing ass. Now, that's pretty crazy. All of a sudden, your ringtone began going off and you looked down at your mobile. You flipped it open and see an incoming call coming from the one and only Leon. You inhaled and then exhaled, answering the call. "Hello?" 

"There you are," his very attractive voice spoke. 

"Yes, I am here, Leon," you sarcastically responded. 

"And so is the sarcasm." 

"What are you calling for?" you asked and walked to your kitchen to grab a can of soda. 

"Just to kill time. The paper work just keeps on stacking," he muttered. 

"Haaa haaa," you mocked and he grunted on the other side."Well, hope you get it done, mister." 

"I rather do a mission than do this," he sighed and you nodded to yourself, agreeing as you clicked open your can. "You're drinking without me?" You rolled your eyes and took a gulp. "Wow, what a real friend you really are, [Name]." 

"Then, I guess I am not your real friend, Mr. Kennedy," you said. 

"Then, what about being my girlfriend?" he asked and you almost lost grip on your can, but caught yourself. Your eyes widened and your heart began to race immediately, a tingling sensation spreading throughout your whole body. 

"Wh-wha--?" you stuttered, eyes blinking. You swore that your stomach was falling out of your ass right now. Then, the bastard began chuckling, making your chest clench. "Stop joking around, Leon. Ada wouldn't like you saying that." It was quiet for a moment and you raised an eyebrow. "Leon?" you called. 

"Ada is not my woman," he stated, his voice so serious that you were caught off guard. You could feel that it was getting tense between you two, and you decided to not push it any further. Before you could speak, Leon beat you to the punch, ". . .She may be someone that I could never forget, but she is not my woman, and I am not her man." 

"O-okay, Leon," you drawled, feeling a little awkward, messing with the top of your can. Honestly. . .you felt really relieved. It was silent now, and you looked around your kitchen, heart beating super fast. You weren't sure what to say because you felt like you had gotten Leon upset. "U-um," you started, but he spoke right away. 

"Have you really not been romantic with a man these few years?" Leon inquired and you felt confused. Confused because why would he ask you this? 

"I mean, I was romantic with this one man," you answered. The blonde agent went quiet again and you furrowed your brows. "I did not date him though. We were just in the talking stage, but we eventually had to call it off due to our jobs." 

"So, he is an agent?" You chuckled, feeling that he was not happy about this. 

"Are you. . .jealous?"

"You didn't answer my question," he grumbled and you pursed your lips, eyes narrowing in delight. 

"Yes, he is an agent. By the way, why are you so curious?" you cocked your head to the side, leaning against the kitchen counter. 

"Name?" 

"Ch--"

"Chris Redfield?!" You jumped at the volume of his yell. You have not heard Leon yell like this before and you were shocked. Your eardrum felt like it just blew off and you huffed. 

"Jesus," you muttered, "and no, completely wrong. I've met Chris Redfield before and yes, he is hot, but I cannot imagine dating him.  And Chris's name doesn't even have a 'ch' sound, weirdo. His name is Chad Ridley." 

"Sorry, didn't mean to yell. I was going to kill Chris if you both did date," he said, chuckling to himself. You raised a brow. 

"Why are you going to kill him?" 

". . .Well, it seems I will need to go--"

"Leon, hey!" 

"--I will talk to you in two weeks! And Chad is a very stupid name!" Then the line went silent. You still had the phone against your ear and you sighed. 

"Really?" You laughed. 

You were definitely asking him for answers when you see him. 

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Sincerely, Me [Ushijima x Reader]

Note:  Sorry, but I really wanted to write something sad :( I'm sorry if you do end up crying? I mean I tried to make it really sad, and I really did start crying towards the end. I'm not good at these, but this was a little experiment. I tried with Ushijima's character, but yeah, I hope I portrayed him somewhat. He's not a crying character, but y'knowwww oh well haha. Please enjoy :) 

Summary:  All you wanted for Wakatoshi was happiness and so you conveyed them through your letters.

"Wakatoshi, are you sure you don't need help?" Tendou questioned the olive haired man. Wakatoshi looked up from where he sat, a big, wide box in his hands. 

"I am fine. This is the last of her stuff," Wakatoshi responded dully. The red haired man nodded and then closed the door to his room. The professional volleyball player stared at the box that he had taken out of the closet. It was hidden well under some blankets, and on the surface was written 'To my darling, Ushijima Wakatoshi <3'. This was strange. Why was this here? Wakatoshi opened the box and he was faced with a bunch of envelopes. They were stacked on top of each other neatly. The first envelope that he saw caught his eyes. Open when you miss me. His big fingers picked up the envelope and read the one beneath it. Open on your 24th birthday. Then another, open when you feel lost. And another, open when you have a girlfriend/lover. Before he knew it, his view became blurry as tear drops fell from his eyes and stained the envelopes in his hands. 

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Dear Toshi,

You miss me? Awh, of course you do :). You know what? I miss you as well, my love. So much. I miss you so much. But, just because you miss me does not mean you make yourself miserable or isolate yourself from others. I will always be there for you, even if one day I am not there physically. I will always be beside you no matter what, Wakatoshi. My beloved. I love you forever <3

Sincerely, [Name]

Wakatoshi's tears fell freely as he re-read the letter you had written. The letter was a little stale, showing that you had been crying as you wrote this letter for him. He could see the dried drops of tears on a few spots and his left hand clenched his chest, the pain becoming unbearable. Since you've been gone, the apartment had felt so much bigger, and so lonely. He very much missed you. If only you were here. 

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Dear Toshi~, 

Wow! Happiest Birthday, my love! August 13, the day the love of my life was born into this beautiful world! And you're even 24 years old!!!!! You old man :) I hope your day was the best and that you celebrated with all your friends and family. I am sorry that I will not be spending your 24th birthday with you, but I am, maybe spiritually? haha Just thinking back on your 23rd birthday, it was such a beautiful day. Just like your other birthdays that we celebrated! And, I am sure today is just as beautiful as the last few years. Why you wonder? Well, simply because it is the day you were born and that is beautiful enough. I love you forvever, Toshi <3

Sincerely, [Name]

Wakatoshi smiled to himself. The letters you had written to him always made him happy. Today was August 13, his birthday. He took your advice and made sure he did not isolate himself and he indeed had a great day with everyone he was close to. He even visited you earlier in the morning, updating you on what you missed. It had been a whole two months without you, and it was hard, but he was trying. “Ushiwaka, practice is starting,” Kageyama announced, peeking his head in the men’s locker room. Wakatoshi nodded, not looking back at the black haired setter. 

”Okay,” he responded, and neatly folded the letter and shoved it back in its envelope before stuffing it gently in his gym bag. Putting his bag in the locker, he left the locker room and into the gym, where practice with the Schweiden Adler's awaited. 

”Happy birthday, Ushiwaka!” His teammates cheered and the olive haired man smiled a little. He could hear your sweet voice wishing him a happy birthday along with his teammates. 

-

Dear my Toshi,

Feeling lost? No worries, your light is here :) I don’t know what happened, but guess what? I’m right here, and you’ll be okay. You’re Ushijima Wakatoshi, the most powerful spider spiker (ugh I misspelled that. Please ignore that!) that I know! Feeling lost will happen, and it’s okay because nothing is perfect.  Im confident that you know what to do and I’m proud of you. Super proud, love. I’ll always be your number one supporter. I hope I was able to help a little. I love you forever, Waka (WAKANDA haha jk ok I’ll stop) 

Sincerely, [Name]

Wakatoshi snorted a little, shaking his head side to side. He could hear you reading this in such a goofy voice, and he immediately felt better, the tension in his shoulders disappearing. He didn’t feel so upset anymore. He leaned back in his bed, his right hand holding the letter and his left hand resting on the spot you used to sleep. It felt as if you were right next to him, telling him that everything was going to be okay. 

-

Dear Toshi <3, 

I’m assuming you have a girlfriend now :) and I hope she is making you happy. Very happy. I’m so happy and proud of you, Toshi. How is she like? Is she treating you well? Are you treating her well? I hope she’s able to understand a blunt man like you. And, don’t worry if I’m depressed about it, because I assure you that I’m the happiest person in the world. You deserve all the happiness in the world and all the love. Writing this, I expected to feel jealous and maybe a little petty, but I'm surprised I am happy. And, I am not crying, I'm serious. I know I said at least once that if you had a gf after I died, I'd haunt you, but I lied. I would never do that to you. I only want the best for you, love. I hope the both of you take care of each other forever and never stop loving each other. Just like how I will never stop loving you forever.

Sincerely, [Name]

Wakatoshi could feel his heart warm, and his thumb gently stroked against the smeared dry tear drop on the letter. You lied. You were crying while writing this and you definitely tried to dry off your tear, but clearly failed. "Ushijima, I finished making our dinner," his girlfriend, Yui, announced, peeking her head out into his room. Her long black hair swayed and her emerald orbs shined. Wakatoshi nodded in response and she smiled, her eyes lingering on the letter before walking back to the kitchen. Wakatoshi stood up from his bed and went to his closet to put the opened envelope inside the box. He looked at the left side, where many unopened envelopes laid, and the right side, where some of the opened envelopes settled. He wondered how much there were, but he decided that he would go through it everyday, picking one to read. 

"I miss you," he muttered, stroking the box's surface. After putting the box back into the closet, he left to the kitchen, where someone else waited for him. As he arrived to the kitchen table, where his favorite dish lay, he felt nostalgic. When was the last time someone else cooked for him? Looking at Yui, he imagined her being you, smiling at him and telling him to hurry up and eat. But, Yui was not you. . .and that was okay. No one could be you. Wakatoshi scooped up some rice, sauce, and beef, then he shoved it into his mouth. Yui watched in anticipation, waiting for him to speak. "It's delicious," he spoke after chewing the remains in his mouth and looked at her. She smiled, pink dusting her cheeks. 

"I'm glad." Behind Yui's head was a picture frame of you, smiling, throwing leaves in the air. Wakatoshi felt his heart pause for a second, and it felt as if you were cheering him on. Cheering him on to a new beginning. He chuckled, startling Yui, who's eyes grew wide, and lips agape. 

"Thank you, Yui," Wakatoshi sincerely said. Yui's eyes softened as she watched him eat. 

"Yea. . .any time." 

-

Dear my beloved, Toshi, 

Congratulations on your wedding, my beloved! I sincerely wish you and your wife a successful and happy life. You've grown so much, I'm sure. I am so excited for you to start your own family! Your kids will be so cute, and will be super strong! Just like you! Well, I'm sure you looked handsome standing near the altar or will look handsome near the altar. I'm not sure if you're reading this before or after your wedding, but anyways yeah. If only I was able to see that :( But, this isn't about me, so I'll move along haha! Anyways, as you marry your significant other, I hope you love her with all your heart and soul. (You better! >:( better treat your woman well!) And, help around with the house if you can. I know you're a professional athlete, but I'm sure you have time in your hands to help around! Congratulations on your new chapter in life-- building a family <3. The sound of that definitely makes me envious, but oh well :) I love you forever~

Sincerely, [Name]

The olive haired man brought a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose as tears began to well up. You were always cheering him on in the letters, always encouraging him to move along. He felt guilty. Guilty because he was happy, but he knew that you wanted him to be. "Wakatoshi?" Wakatoshi quickly blinked his tears away and looked up from his seat, setting the letter down on the small table in front of him. 

"Oh, Tendou." 

"You're not even fully dressed. Get dressed," the red head sighed and walked over to the giant. Wakatoshi stood up and began to loop the tie that hung around his neck, while looking in the body mirror. Tendou looked down at the letter and he sighed once again. He knew what they were, since the olive haired man told him. "How many letters did she write?" 

"I don't know. I just find one and read it." 

"But, it's been a year," Tendou stated, furrowing his brows. 

"Yea. . .I know," he muttered, finishing with his tie. "That letter was for my wedding." Tendou lightly patted the man's shoulder, then squeezed it to give him comfort. 

"Are you going to keep them forever?" 

Wakatoshi didn't answer, and instead, he shrugged on his blazer. 

-

Dear Ushijima Wakatoshi,

I'm sure you're wondering why I wrote all these letters. Hmmmm, why? Well, because maybe I didn't want you forgetting me :) haha just kidding. Just cause. I did it just because. I wanted you to know that I will be beside you every step you take throughout your life. I don't mean it in a creepy way, but you know what I mean? No, you don't and I'm sure you're confused by what I'm saying, but whatever! You're probably wondering when I wrote these? Well, surprise surprise, I wrote it secretly. Sometimes I wrote them when you were knocked out, so that I could watch you sleep while I wrote, and the other times, just whenever. I know it's a lot of letters, but I don't care. But, this is the last letter that I will write. Wakatoshi, you've made these past five years the best years in my life. We talked for a year after meeting in our second year, and you finally asked me out during our third year of high school :) Every second--every moment I spent with you was the best. I'm proud to say that I'm happy and that I have no regrets. Just having to be Ushijima Wakatoshi's girlfriend was the best thing ever. But, now, I am just a memory, and someone from the past. You now have a loving family, a successful career, and an amazing life, I'm sure. I can't believe I am crying so hard right now, but let me be selfish for a few sentences, yeah? I wish I was the one married to you and carrying your kids. I wish I was the one taking care of the house as you left to play your games. I wish I was the one being there for your downfalls. I wish I was the one helping and watching our kids grow. I wish I was the one standing physically beside you right now. I wish I was the only woman you ever loved. I wish I was alive. But, I know that it will never happen and that's okay. Because I wouldn't wish for anything better than you being happy and striving. I love you Toshi, very much so. Very, very, very much so. I hope you remember me as someone who loved you so much. If only life wasn't so cruel.  And so, here again, I will wish you a happy, happy long life, Toshi. I love you. . .forever.

Sincerely, me, [Name] [Last] <3

The whole letter was covered in dried tear drops that it became stale and some of the words were smeared. Wet drops fell on the paper as Wakatoshi covered his face in his hands, his elbows on either side of the paper. He cried silently, his shoulders shaking. He'd never forget you, a loving and sincere soul, who only wanted happiness for him. His forever love who will never come back. He didn't bother to wipe his tears, and instead, he neatly stuffed it in the envelope and into the box of opened envelopes. He took one more look at the neatly stacked envelopes and then slowly closed the box. He carefully slid it into the closet and he wiped his eyes. It was as if he was finally saying goodbye to [Name].

Then, he closed the closet, leaving the box in the darkness. 

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[deeneee]

Favorite [Leon x Reader]

Note: Here I am with some fluff!!!!!!! I had a lot of fun writing this :) Enjoy! 

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“Just cooperate with me, please,” Leon said as he tried to drag you from the bathroom and to his bed. You began throwing up like crazy, and Leon made sure to stay by your side in the bathroom. Your right arm was over his neck and your body was so close against his that you felt his muscles. You giggled and stumbled, struggling to walk straight with your drunken state. 

“For sure, I will cooprate with you, you hottie,” you drawled, slurring your words. Leon snorted and knew immediately you were going to regret drinking so much. You were leaning your whole weight onto him, but it didn't bother him. Finally, he managed to get you to his bed. You plopped onto the bed face first and groaned, while Leon sighed. You laid on the right side of the bed, your body straight as a log. 

"[Name]?" you became quiet and stayed still, so Leon called out your name. He quickly turned you over and you were knocked out cold, your cheeks still pink from the alcohol in your system. The blonde huffed and leaned over you, struggling to put you under the covers. He managed to after a few minutes since your whole body was like a heavy log. Before he was going to leave to the living room, he heard you muttering and turned around. "This girl talks in her sleep?" Leon chuckled and walked over to you. His blazing blue orbs analyzed your features, and he brought a hand to brush a strand of hair out of your face. Seeing your face peaceful like this was probably his second favorite expression of yours. The back of his hand softly caressed your cheek and you stirred. “Cute,” he mumbled and covered your shoulders with the blanket. He stayed watching you for a few minutes and reluctantly left to the living room to sleep on the couch. 

--

"Ugh," you groaned, raising a hand to your pounding head. I fucked up. Why did I drink crazily, goddammit! You slowly sat up and looked around the unfamiliar interior. Then, immediately, you looked to your left to check if Leon was in bed with you, but he wasn’t. Thank goodness! I thought I did something stupid last night! A huge headache came back to you and you moaned, rubbing your head. “Dammit,” you grumbled. You eventually wobbled out of the room and into the kitchen after your headache ceased a little. “I need some aspirin, something.” You looked through the kitchen cabinets, looking for the medicine. You eventually found it on the kitchen counter near the sink, and you gladly took it with a glass of water. You looked around the kitchen, and it was indeed clean. Well, Leon was mostly working on his missions anyway, so of course it’s clean. Leon lived in an apartment offered by the government. There are perks to it, I guess. Over the kitchen counter, you saw Leon sleeping soundly on the couch. You rinsed you’re glass of water, and then walked over to the sleeping blonde. ”Cute,” you whispered, kneeling beside him. His right arm was tucked under his head, while his left hand rested on his abdomen. Leon’s eyelashes were so long it wasn’t even fair. Why does he have better eyelashes than me?! His hair was messy, and skin was so clear and overall, he was just perfect. Handsome, strong, thick in the right places, and a very cute dork. His peaceful, sleeping expression. Now, you will admit this was your second favorite expression of his. For some reason, you had an urge to kiss him on the cheek, but you held back the feeling. Instead, you opted to shower, after a few more minutes of staring at the handsome agent. 

-

When you finished showering, you wiped yourself dry and put on the same clothes as last night. The bathroom was steamy from your super hot, lava shower. It was getting stuffy, so you opened the door, only to be met with a sleepy, messy haired Leon, rubbing his eyes. Holy fuck, that is so cute, what the fuck. “Morning,” he muttered, voice raspy. 

”Good morning, Leon,” you managed to not stutter. You walked pass him and went to sit on the couch, feeling fresh and dazed. Ugh, oh my god. Leon isn’t good for my heart. You clutched your beating chest and sighed. You could hear the sound of the water running and him brushing his teeth. You thought back to yourself being drunk and you really hoped you didn’t say anything dumb. You couldn’t remember much from last night, so hopefully it was nothing dumb. 

”How you feeling?” Leon asked as he walked to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. You looked over at him, eyes immediately looking at his bed head. You snorted and he blinked, then realized what you were looking at. “Oh, yeah, it gets too much to handle,” he said his lips curling upwards. 

”I’m sure, but it looks cute! Anyways, I’m feeling good. I took an aspirin,” you answered. 

”That's good, because you definitely were a headache last night,” he said and you blinked.

”Did I do anything embarrassing?” You asked, feeling nervous. He hummed, a devious smirk appearing on his lips. 

”Well, you were pretty bold last night,” he started and you stiffened, “you started touching me, and kept trying to kiss me.” You brought a hand to your mouth, feeling mortified. “Then, you said you wanted to have my babies.” 

”There's no way,” you said, eyes wide. I mean, I do want your babies, maybe.

”Yeah, sadly, you didn’t. So there was no way you did it,” he said and began laughing. “The look on your face!” He laughed hard, his shoulders and messy hair shaking. You watched him, stunned. 

”H-hey! I was really scared I did that!” You cried, feeling embarrassed. He continued laughing, and you weren’t sure why it was so funny, but you began to laugh anyway. 

”Why’re you laughing?” He asked between laughter. 

”I-It’s not even funny, but—“ then, you snorted. Leon laughed even harder and so did you. As you laughed and watched the blonde laugh uncontrollably, you realized you had never seen him laugh like this. 

Laughing Leon was definitely your first favorite expression of his. 

Little did you know, Leon thought the same.

—

“I realized you said ‘sadly’, Leon. Care to explain?” 

”. . .Did I say that? I don’t think I did—hahahaha!”

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[deeneee]

Crazy Fool [Eren x Reader] smut

Note: Here is a _**smut **_that i did for Eren because I felt like it :)

Warning: contains spoilers after season 3 part 2, so if you are not caught up with the manga, do not read!

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There he was again. He stood in front of you, different and cold. The basket in your hands fell to the ground and the fruits rolled away. His eyes, the same turquoise colored eyes remained the same, but it was dull, the spark gone. His hair was long and framed his face, and the stub along his chin and upper lip had grown. He was taller, and his vibe felt different. It was as if he was a new man— someone else. “[Name],” he said your name, and you could feel your eyes begin to burn. His hands were tied behind his back and you could see the Corps soldiers behind him. “You’re not in the Survey Corps anymore.” His voice was monotone, and you swallowed your saliva that had somehow grown thick. You were too shocked to speak, and so you took a step forward, eyebrows furrowed. Did he really do what he told you before he left? You gazed into his eyes, pleading for answers, but he averted his gaze. You closed your eyes, exhaling as the tears began to stroll down your cheeks. 

"Do you know what you've done?" Your voice cracked as you opened your eyes. His eyes stayed averted, and he didn't look at you. You sniffled and wiped your tears and then looked over at Mikasa, who walked up to you and saluted.

"Eren insisted on spending the day with you, [Name]," Mikasa said. 

"As a prisoner?" you narrowed your eyes. 

"No. . .as your friend," Eren spoke, and you looked up at him. 

"Captain Levi allowed this?" You questioned, your eyes never leaving him. 

"Yes, he did. We'll be nearby in case he tries to escape." You let out a shaky sigh and then walked over to him. Eren turned around immediately and you grabbed your knife from your apron and cut the rope on his wrist. 

--

You took Eren on a small hike towards a small lake, a mile away from your little cottage. Mikasa and the others followed a couple meters behind, while the both of you walked side by side. The sun was up and high, but in a hour or two, the sun was bound to set. The sound of twigs and leaves being crunched filled the heavy silence, and the occasional chirps of various birds. Your white blouse flowed and your light brown skirt swayed and lightly bumped against your ankles every step you took, while your [h/c] hair swayed side to side. ". . .You seem comfortable," Eren spoke up and you sighed, looking up at the trees that hung above you. 

"I wish I were," you replied. "You look like shit." 

"That's nice to know," Eren muttered, "but, you. . .look beautiful as ever." You laughed bitterly and ran a hand through your tresses. Who does he think he is? He disappears for awhile and thinks he can just try to butter me up? You bit your lip and kept your thoughts to yourself. Instead, you decided to talk about yourself to forget about what had happened. 

"I've been living in my cottage for a couple of months now. Farming isn't my thing, but I've grown a bit fond of it. The chickens and pigs that I own are actually pretty cute, despite them being smelly. Every evening, I lay down outside and watch the stars, praying that everyone in the Survey Corps remain safe," you went on and on, telling him everything that you've been doing since he had disappeared. Eventually, you both made it to the lake. The lake was nice and relaxing as you continued with your little stories. The both of you sat down on a rock, sitting with your backs together. Eren was very interested in it, you could tell. Even if the others thought he looked uninterested, you could tell by how his fingers twiddled near yours. You knew Eren, but not like how Mikasa and Armin knew him. Maybe it was because you and Eren loved each other at one point. Maybe that's why. Eren barely spoke, but that was okay. You knew he was going through something worse than everyone else, and it didn't need to be announced. You’d always have his back and you trusted him completely. "Yeah, and that's what I've been through so far." You looked up and didn't even realize the sun was already beginning to set. You quickly stood up and looked at his back, only realizing how big his back had gotten. Your heart squeezed tightly and you sighed, "Let's get going." 

--

You all finally made it back to your home, and Eren stood in front of you as if he was expecting something. "Invite me in." You could see Mikasa behind Eren furrow her brows in confusion. You stared at him, and you sighed, then nodded. 

“Alright, I’ll show you inside,” you muttered and went for your front door, unlocking it. 

“Eren, Captain Levi didn’t grant you permission for this,” you heard Mikasa whisper. You turned to Mikasa.

”It’s alright, Mikasa. I’ll hold responsible if anything happens,” you said and she reluctantly backed away, while Eren walked pass you and inside. The others behind Mikasa seemed skeptical, besides Armin, who nodded at you. You walked inside and closed the door behind you. 

“You think this is a good idea?” Jean questioned and Armin sighed. 

“Eren would never hurt [Name], so it’s fine,” Armin answered. 

--

You sat across from Eren and stared at his figure. He sat on the cushioned chair, while you sat on the wooden two seated chair. It was small inside, but it was homey. His big figure slightly relaxed into the chair and you sat up straight. You knew what he was going to tell you, and that scared you. He looked straight into your eyes and began telling you what he did. “I killed people from Marley. A lot of them,” he started. “They cried, screamed, and cursed.” You couldn’t look at him anymore and instead opted to stare at his knees. Your fingers clutched your skirt and you let out a shaky breath. “I obtained the War Hammer Titan and got Sasha killed.” Your head shot up and your eyes widened. Sasha? She’s. . .gone? You could feel the tears forming and your eyes burned as you brought a hand to your mouth. 

“Eren. . .what have you done?” You whispered. Your view was blurry as you looked at him, and so you wiped your eyes, only to be shocked at what was before you. A tear slid down his cheek, and down to his neck. Tears began to rapidly fall down his cheeks, sorrow etched all over his face. You didn’t know what to think, but you quickly stood up and kneeled in front of him, looking up into his face. Then, you realized now. You grabbed his big hands and held them tightly. No words needed to be exchanged. He’s always been scared. He’s always been alone. You were the only one he could show his emotions to. You knew that his actions had a deep meaning behind them, but it still hurt to know that he had done something so out of line. He had left you all when you were in Marley, and you could never forget that day. You caught him slipping out and demanded answers, and he did tell you. You loosened your hands around his and analyzed them. They had gotten so big. His fingers were thick and short, and his palm big. The hands of the man you loved so much. The green veins were visible on his wrists and palm, and you looked up, only to see him staring at you, eyes a little red. “I. . .I don’t know what you plan on doing, but—,” you took in a breath and squeezed your hands in his again, “I know you’re doing it for us and your home.” He stayed quiet and you opened your mouth, but he quickly stole your lips, engulfing you in a kiss. Your eyes closed immediately as if you had expected it, but then the warmth of his lips left, making you slowly open your eyes. His eyes were shut tight and he shook his head, his hair swaying side to side. Your right hand grabbed his left hand and he opened his eyes, wavering turquoise orbs staring into your loving [e/c] eyes. Then, you guided his hand to your right breast, his eyes watching as you made his fingers squeeze the soft flesh. You wanted this. 

“I can’t,” he croaked, “I’ll break you.” You shrugged and got up to sit in his lap, pulling off your white blouse, exposing your beige bra and [s/c] skin. 

“Break me,” you whispered, “as many times as you want, Eren.” His hands caressed your breasts softly and you let out small breaths, holding onto his shoulders. Your hands slid up to his jaw and you pressed a small kiss to his cheek. He stared at you with such longing and you stared back, your hands caressing his jaw. Then, you both leaned towards each other and lips pressed against together as his hands kneaded your breasts. It had nearly been a year since you had been touched like this by Eren. The last time was probably before you all left to visit Marley. You fixed your legs and instead straddled his hips, your crotch on top his growing bulge. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you as close as he could, while you rolled your hips into his. Your lips stayed connected, heads turning different angles to feel closer and closer. Your core began to ache and you could feel the familiar substance staining your underwear already. His cock was fully hard now and you brought a hand down, grasping it. He pulled back and looked down at your hands, then back at you, his eyes amorous. 

"You still make me go crazy," he groaned as your hands slowly pumped his cock up and down, the foreskin sliding over the head. Your thumb rubbed over his wet slit and he hissed, his turquoise orbs gleaming. It was quiet in the house, despite the sound of chickens clucking outside. The sun was already setting down, and the living room was filled with a warm orange, while the both of you were starting to get hot and heavy. The quiet groans from Eren made your stomach flutter and you leaned in, pressing a small kiss to his jaw. I love you. You quickly got off of him and spread his legs to settle between them. Your hands quickly worked to lower his pants and underwear, finally showing you what you've been missing. It stood tall, the girth thick, and the green veins showed along the side of his shaft. "Did you miss me?" Your pussy quivered at his husky tone, and you looked him in the eyes as you leaned forward and took the head into your mouth, tongue swirling over his slit. Eren inhaled shakily and tangled a hand into your [h/c] tresses. Then, your laid you tongue flatly on the underside of his shaft as you went down on him, the tip of his member hitting the back of your throat--- just how he liked it. You came back up and slightly kissed the side before engulfing him again. He let out a few audible groans here and there as you continued with your ministrations. Eren grabbed your arms and turned you around, forcing you to kneel onto the wooden floor in front of the cushioned chair. You wiped your mouth with your wrist and looked behind you, seeing him breathing heavily as he bunched up your skirt and pulled down your underwear. "You're so wet," Eren's fingers probed at your opening, "you're a filthy woman." Your hips bucked a little when his pointer finger began to circle on your clit. A small moan escaped your lips and you pushed your ass to him, telling him you wanted him. You could feel him slide his finger inside you and shivers ran down your spine in delight. Eren removed his finger and watched as your slick covered it completely, and he readied his cock, slowly pumping his shaft. He brought a hand to your mouth and you spit into it, staring into his eyes. He quickly spread your saliva over his girth and then probed your entrance, a small groan escaping his lips. "I won't be able to stop," he whispered and you twisted your body to the right to look at him as you brought your hand to his wet cock. Then, you pushed yourself into him, his length fully inside you. You closed your eyes and let out a hiss as your inside began to sting from discomfort. It had been too long since you've had this, and it stung. Eren leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your temple, while his shaking hands rested on your hips. After a few more seconds, the stinging sensation eventually disappeared and you nodded at Eren. 

"I'm good now," you murmured and Eren began to pump out of you slowly. His left hand stayed on your hip as his right hand wandered to your breasts to play with your nipples. "Eren," you gasped, "faster." You brought your right arm over his neck to feel closer to the brunette, and you pressed your forehead to his left cheek, hearing his uneven breathing. Eren didn't comply with your words, but he brought his right hand back to your hip, and began to ram into you harder, but slowly. Your mouth opened as you yelped, your eyes closing in pleasure, and your breasts moving as he began to thrust. Every time he rammed into you, you pushed your ass towards him, moaning every time as the pleasurable feeling waved in. "Why are you g-going so slow?" you questioned as he once again rammed roughly into you, a small yelp escaping your lips. Eren turned his head to kiss your forehead and you felt his breath. 

"I'm taking," he groaned, "my time." You could feel your heart warm up and you looked up at him, only to see his gentle orbs looking straight back at you. "I won't be able to last if I go fast," he whispered, voice strained. You snorted and he raised an eyebrow. "What?" he asked as he rammed into you and you jolted, letting out a gasp. His hips began to thrust faster and you moaned, removing your arm from his neck as you leaned into the chair that Eren sat in. Small moans escaped your lips as he became vicious and you brought a hand to hold onto his wrist. 

"O-oh, fuck," you mewled, feeling something coiling inside you. Eren continued with his vicious thrusts as he leaned forward his hands going towards your clit and rubbing intensely, leaving you a moaning mess. The feeling was becoming stronger now and your hips began to twitch away from his fingers, but he followed relentlessly. "E-Eren," you breathed, feeling his breath on your shoulder. He was being so rough, but you did not mind. In fact, you loved it. At last, you became undone and you let out a small, long moan as did Eren. You could feel his semen filling your insides as his cock twitched, and you turned around, eyes wide. "You didn't pull out, Eren," you whispered and he leaned in and enveloped your lips into a kiss. Then, he pulled away and pressed a kiss to you cheek. 

"I know," he responded, and you could feel your eyes begin to well up with tears. Hearing his response made you realize why he had done that, and you began to cry. He pulled down your skirt and fixed your underwear for you before fixing his pants and pulled you to his chest. You wrapped your arms around his torso and cried your eyes out, while you both sat there in each others presence. "I love you, [Name]." You looked up at him, tears still running down your cheeks. 

"We. . .love you, too," you cried. He slightly smiled and tucked a strand of hair behind your ears. 

"Yeah, I know." 

Eren Yeager. You crazy fool. 

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