#Eren Kruger x reader

[ghost-party]

Pairing: Eren Kruger x F!Reader (Modern AU) Word Count: 2.9K Warnings: creepy vibes, age gap (reader is in her mid- to late twenties), smoking, being watched, spooky shit, alcohol, lots of red flags, foreboding, winter storm, mention of blood, seduction, mental coercion A/N: This is a spooky little fic with similar vibes to In the Woods. The book excerpted towards the end is Deathless by Catherynne M. Valente. The title also comes from a line in that book.

After months of applications and interviews that led nowhere, you’re grateful to have finally found a job. But you can’t seem to shake the feeling that it’s suspiciously simple — like there’s a catch you’re just waiting to discover.

Because your only responsibility is to read aloud to the owner of the house.

Five days a week, you arrive at two o’clock in the afternoon and stay until the sun begins to set around six. Several of those hours are spent reading, but during the others, you’re permitted time to spend taking photos in and around the property. 

It’s part of your payment. Along with generous weekly checks, you’ve been given permission to use the estate as inspiration for the collection your art gallery contact has been begging for since your last.

You’re grateful for the opportunity, seeing as the house is over a hundred years old and startlingly well-preserved. Although there are rooms that remain locked and hidden from your prying eyes, there’s more than enough to keep you occupied outside of them.

A grand staircase made of dark wood. High ceilings with gold chandeliers. Rooms papered with lush florals and ornate designs. Oil paintings line the walls, along with mirrors of all shapes and sizes. Each window is adorned with heavy velvet curtains, and most are kept drawn throughout the day.

It’s all so beautiful. You were transfixed from the first moment you stepped inside.

But it’s the reading that has you perplexed.

Your employer, Eren Kruger, seems perfectly literate, his vast library attesting to that fact. His collection is enviable, rivaling both of the local bookshops in your small, sleepy town.

“I like the sound of your voice,” he explains when you finally decide to ask, two weeks into your tenure.

You suppose it’s pointless to question the whims of an eccentric man to whom money apparently means nothing. And he doesn’t seem like the type to lie. Right from the start, he’s been very direct, outlining the terms of your employment and providing succinct answers to all of your questions.

He’s blunt in his pronouncements, seeming incapable of mincing words. It’s easy to assume from his demeanor that he’s wholly uninterested in you, but his eyes betray him.

They’re such a pale shade of blue, they look almost gray. And the only time you’re ever at risk of stumbling over your words is when you peek up from the pages of whichever book you’re reading and realize he’s staring at you.

There’s a weight to his gaze, but it’s not unpleasant. It’s difficult, however, to read anything into it. His expression remains carefully closed off despite the intensity of his attention.

Luckily, he doesn’t scrutinize you the entire time you’re reading. Most days, he sits at his desk, either sorting through papers or sitting reclined in his chair, his long legs propped up, feet crossed and resting on a mahogany corner.

He smokes a peculiar kind of cigarette. The smoke smells sweeter than what you’re used to, walking through clouds of it on your way in and out of downtown parties at someone’s apartment or studio.

You remember him asking on that first day if you minded the smell. When you said no, he hummed in response. He keeps a green glass ashtray on his coffee table, and it’s become a ritual — him unfolding himself from his chair, stubbing out his cigarette, and then sitting on the opposite couch, hands in his lap, watching you.

During those first few weeks, you felt nervous whenever this happened. But now, you’ve come to expect it. You don’t mind him looking at you.

It’s only fair, since you’ve started looking at him.

This afternoon, you’re taking photographs in one of the empty bedrooms on the third floor. Even in mid-October, it’s warm and stuffy, prompting you to crack one of the ancient windows. It creaks as you do, protesting the movement after decades spent untouched.

It’s as you’re pushing the curtains further back that you notice Kruger below you, walking through the garden and towards the back of the property. There’s no fence to indicate where it ends. Only a line of trees marking the edge of the forest.

He stops beside a stone fountain that remained dry all summer long, stained black in places with dirt and grime, natural detritus. With his hands in his pockets and his head tipped back, he looks taller than ever. 

You rarely see him leave the house, and so you take advantage of your secluded vantage point, watching him closely. In the waning sunlight, he’s even more striking, which you didn’t think was possible. 

High cheekbones set into a long, narrow face. An aquiline nose and strong jaw. The faintest dark circles linger beneath his eyes. As he stands there, you can see his broad shoulders relax just a little, the rise and fall of his chest as he takes a deep breath.

You don’t realize what you’re doing until you’ve already raised your camera, shifting your gaze to look at him through the viewfinder. After making a few careful adjustments, you press the shutter release button.

He turns and looks at you.

Startled, you stumble back, away from the window. Impossible. There’s no way he could have seen you, still partially cloaked in shadow by the long drapes. And your camera had barely made a sound, certainly nothing he could hear from so far away.

You take some time to collect yourself, one hand pressed to your chest while the other holds onto your camera, trembling, before you release it to hang around your neck.

It takes much longer than you expect for your heartbeat to slow, your mind forcing your body to go through the motions of photographing the room — the carved wooden headboard, the claw foot tub in the small, adjoining bathroom, the dresser mirror gilded with tarnished gold vines.

By the time you descend the stairs and return to the first floor library, Kruger is seated at his desk, writing your check.

For a brief moment, you wonder if this will be the last one — if he’ll fire you for spying on him, for taking his photo without permission. But he doesn’t mention it. He simply hands you the slender slip of paper and offers you a thin smile. “Perhaps we’ll finish One Hundred Years of Solitude next week.”

You nod and then manage to find your words, quietly answering, “Yeah, I’m sure we will.”

The next day, as you sweat in the cramped heat of your closet-turned-darkroom, you see something strange in one of your photos.

You’re standing in front of the mirror, the darkness of the vacant bedroom behind you punctured by a stream of afternoon sunlight. Just beyond it, there is a shadow.

Leaning closer to the photograph, you try to discern its shape, examining the angle at which it lies across the dusty wooden floorboards. 

If you didn’t know any better, you would say it belongs to a tall man. But you’re alone in the room, your camera reflected in the mirror as you hold it up to your face.

It’s unnerving, the way your sweat suddenly feels cool and clammy against your skin. Suppressing a shudder, you push open the closet door and quickly close it behind you, as if it will do anything to ease your nerves.

Only later that evening, after you’ve had two glasses of wine and taken a long bath in an effort to relax, do you remember the photo you took of Kruger.

Considering the presence of the unexplained shadow, you half expect the image to have developed blurry, or for him to be missing entirely. But there he is, looking up at you. 

He must have turned his head in the split second it took for the camera’s shutter to open. Holding the photo close to your face in the privacy of your darkroom, you find yourself pleased by the opportunity to look at him without fear of being caught.

You’ve never been able to tell exactly how old he is. Faint lines are etched at the corners of his eyes and mouth, and he carries himself with the surety of someone with many years of experience.

Nevertheless, he’s undeniably handsome. And the steadiness of his gaze, paired with the slightest tilt of his lips, hinting at a smile, has you standing there for an embarrassingly long time.

The following week, you finish reading One Hundred Years of Solitude and move on to The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter. Each of the books you read aloud to him comes from his personal collection. Having perused the shelves, you know it spans countless years, from classics to modern bestsellers, and the genres are varied.

When it comes to what you read, you’re not sure how he makes his selections, whether they’re indicative of his mood or state of mind. You’ve always been hesitant to ask.

It’s not that Kruger is unapproachable. He often has conversations with you, in the time between reading and when you wander the house, taking photos. He offers you tea, usually black with honey, and asks what you think of the book, how your collection is coming along, what you like to do outside of work.

His interest in you is flattering, and it should make it easier for you to ask your own questions. But while some of them are small and benign, others are more… complicated. And you’re unsure if you would like the answers he gave you.

He never mentions seeing you in the third floor window, and you never speak of the bodiless shadow. But as the week stretches on and bleeds into another, as you finish this book and the next, you begin to notice things.

The shadow appears in more of your photos, subtle in some and much darker in others. Its presence is unsettling enough on its own. But it seems to be moving closer to you with every new image you capture.

At the same time, your conversations with Kruger have grown more personal. He asks if you have many friends, if you like your apartment, how often you speak to your family. When you recall your exchanges later, usually while lying in bed, waiting to fall asleep, the instinctive part of your brain says you should be frightened by his questions, by the implication of them.

But for some reason, you aren’t. Maybe it’s the way he’s so attentive when you answer, hanging onto every word as if you’re the only person in his world.

And maybe you are. He never speaks about family or friends. There are no recent photographs in the house, and any glimpse of a familial line comes from two of the paintings. 

Both hang over the enormous fireplace in the dining room. You’ve always thought the woman looks somewhat like you, with a similarly shaped face and the same curve to her lips, captured in a gentle smile.

But the resemblance between Kruger and the man in the other portrait is much more obvious. They have the same brown hair thinly lined with gray, the same hard set of their mouth, the same pale eyes, ones that seem to follow you, no matter where you situate yourself in the room.

The tiny gold plaques date both paintings back to 1887. Despite their age, however, neither shows signs of deterioration, unlike other pieces you’ve examined throughout the house. If you didn’t know any better, the richness of the colors and the gleam of the varnish would convince you they were recently finished.

Weeks pass, hours slipping by as you read another book and another and another. It’s late November, and the first snow has come and gone, leaving in its wake a bitter cold that seems to settle deep into your bones.

The shadow is nearly upon you, looming large in nearly every photo you take. It evokes an unspeakable fear in you, something that hums beneath your skin like an electric current.

But it also feels as if you’re lying in wait, too curious to run because you need to know. The thought of it consumes you and draws you back to the house, helpless moth to steady flame.

The sun has almost set, and a winter storm has crested the mountains and settled over your small town. Snow falls in thick sheets, blanketing your car, and the wind picks up, rattling the windows and making it impossible to see.

Kruger suggests you stay the night. Even if you could reasonably say no, you’re somehow certain you wouldn’t. The lights flicker a few times, prompting you to collect as many candles as you can find.

This proves helpful when, as the two of you are eating dinner, the house goes dark. You’re briefly stunned, sitting stiff in your chair as you listen to the wind howl outside. But then there’s a click, followed by a tiny, fluttering lick of fire — Kruger’s lighter.

He stands and lights the candles scattered across the table, from stout pillars to graceful tapers set into heavy holders. By the time he returns to his seat, the table is awash in a warm glow, light dancing off the tines of your fork as you spear a slice of carrot.

The two of you dine in relative silence, and though it lacks the painful awkwardness you feared, you can’t seem to shake the feeling that you’re being watched. It’s hard to ignore the portraits hanging behind Kruger, just above the mantle. Especially when, from this angle, he looks indistinguishable from his nameless relative.

“I have a favor to ask of you.”

As always, his voice is soft with the slightest hint of roughness, like sandpaper grown smooth over time or a coarser cut of velvet.

When you meet his gaze, he smiles. The flickering candlelight deepens every shadow, the angles of his face more pronounced.

“Can we continue reading? It may help to pass the time.”

Words fail you, and so you nod, your heart beating uncomfortably fast. It only worsens when you find yourself back in the library after dinner, a candle sitting on the small table beside your usual couch, the weight of Kruger’s gaze seeming heavier than usual.

Noticing that the book is trembling in your grasp, you take a breath and then exhale, trying to steady yourself. And then you begin.

It feels different, reading in the near dark. The storm presses in against the house, eliciting creaks and groans, distant sounds that try and fail to pull your attention away from the page you’re reading.

Kruger sits in silence for a while before he stands and walks to the fireplace, stoking the low flames before he begins to circle the room. You can feel him linger behind you, his presence growing nearer as you keep your gaze focused on the next passage.

The book is somewhere between a love story and a tragic fairy tale, and it feels appropriate for this night of all nights. The Tsar of Life, who hides his death far, far away, is speaking to his stolen bride, of how he was a bird at her window — an old black owl — before he took the form of a man.

“‘I confess,’” you read, and you can feel Kruger standing right behind you, “‘it excited me, the possibility of being caught out.’”

His hands come to rest on either side of you, long fingers pale against the dark red upholstery, the color of berries, the color of blood. You think back to watching him from the window, how he watched you back. You think of the shadow, looming ever closer, as if conjured by your camera.

“‘But no, I got to keep my secrets after all.’” You swallow hard. “‘A chance passed is a chance passed.’”

You think of the tea he always serves, with a hint of thick, honeyed sweetness you can never quite place. You think of the portraits hanging in the dining room, the uncanny resemblance of them, the seemingly fresh coats of paint.

Kruger’s breath is warm as it fans out against your neck, his cheek nearly pressed to yours as he looks at the book from over your shoulder. 

“Keep reading.” The command is the barest of whispers, nearly lost in the tumult of the storm bearing down around you. Your voice trembles as you obey.

“‘Oh, I will be cruel to you, Marya Morevna. It will stop your breath how cruel I can be.’”

Kruger’s lips just barely brush against your neck.

“‘But you understand, don’t you? You are clever enough. I am a demanding creature. I am selfish and cruel and extremely unreasonable.’”

It startles you when, despite his lingering presence behind you, the warmth of the shadow resting upon your shoulders, he suddenly stands in front of you. 

You narrowly avoid stumbling over your words as you continue. “‘But I am your servant. When you starve, I will feed you; when you are sick, I will tend you.’”

Slowly, Kruger kneels before you, his eyes somehow bright despite the deepening darkness of the room.

“‘I crawl at your feet; for before your love, your kisses, I am debased. For you alone, I will be weak.’”

When he leans forward, lifting a hand to your cheek, you instinctively respond to his touch, your eyes drifting shut as he sighs — a sound of pleasurable relief, long withheld.

When he kisses you, his mouth tastes both bitter and sweet, a cloying combination that leaves you feeling dizzy. His lips are thin but soft, demanding but coaxing.

And when he asks you again to stay, you know what he means, the weight of his question like a heavy cloak, a welcome shelter against the storm.

“Yes.”

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[salaciousdoll]

· · The Rich Farmer's Daughter Turned Town's Slut · ·

From City Girl to Farmer’s daughter, oh how will you ever survive on the countryside? The answer is simple: fucking.

･˳ . ⋆ Reporting Live with Eren Yeager, Zeke Yeager, Yelena, Armin Arlert, Jean Kirtstein, Connie Springer, Oyankopon, Sasha Braus, Mikasa Ackerman,Annie Leonhart, Miche(Mike)Zacharias, Erwin Smith,Nile Dok, Historia Reiss, Ymir, Kenny Ackerman, Levi Ackerman, Porco Galliard, Reiner Braun, Hange Zoe, Pieck Finger, Eren Kruger, Keith Shadis, Theo Magath x chubby!Bimbo!Fem! reader ･˳ . ⋆

୨⍣୧ ⁺⁎˚ ⋆━━ Warnings : First part is in fic format, second part is in Drabble/headcannons format, Confident chubby girl, Smut, threesomes, foursomes, fivesomes, group sex, wlw, reader is bisexual, Sasha x Mikasa is shown a little bit( no I don’t ship, if you do this is the place for you), dildo usage( double ended dildos too), dacryphillia, heavy Bimbo activities implied here, very self indulgent but anyone can read, outfits are describe for a reason here( only because I like Bimbo farmers daughter aesthetic), chubby!reader, rich black farmers and daughter, dirty talk, cock warming on Erwin’s part, big exhibition here, Kenny is the bad guy who wants your father’s crops, could be considered dubcon on his part, reader is very dumb, fucked dumb too, implied protected/unprotected sex, this is fictional so none of that sick shit applies here but please do not go around doing this without protection( wrap up), reader is in her early 20s( 21-24), age gaps all throughout this story( some big, some not), dominant characters( Mikasa, Annie, Levi, Erwin, miche, Keith, Kruger, etc.), pet names ( bunny, sl*t, wh0re, pretty girl, town’s sl*t, princess, doll, doll face, butterfly, sweat pea, etc.) body fluids( squirting, cumming, spit swapping), bondage( handcuffs/ swimsuit used as handcuffs), use of strap on, oral receiving and giving, descriptions of body hair, pussy/dick visuals, tattooed eren!, reader could be implied to be a nympho here, degradtation/ praise, breeding kink, grisha lurking for him and Carla. Basically you fuck everyone damn!, have fun and if im missing something let me know.

୨⍣୧ ⁺⁎˚ ⋆━━ Word Count : 14.4k, longest fic I’ve ever written

18+, Minors do not interact

PSA from me : I wanted to write this to celebrate me hitting 4K followers, so I hope you all enjoy. Thank you all for 4K followers <333 And for the love of anything, please do not do none of this stuff with strangers like the reader did in this fic, if you happen to, wrap it up!!

Also credit to @bimbohub for the farmer’s daughter inspiration, so sorry I didn’t tag you when I publish it, mainly because I forgot but yes I want to thank you for making that fic and giving me inspiration for it<33

Jujutsu Kaisen Version Tokyo Revengers Version

You remember the time you first learned about your move to the town you wanted no relation to ever since your visit when you were 8 years old.

Summer days were upon you as you came home from a long year of college. You were only in college because your parents forced you to go, otherwise you would’ve just set up a camera in your room and gave older men shows in order to get money. Being in your early twenties is a curse because now you had to actually do adult things and adulting wasn’t for you at all.

In college, you didn’t understand anything about what you learned, especially with the business major you’re forced to take up. Bad on your parents part because you didn’t even know what a mortgage is and how it’s gonna benefit you. You didn’t know or care about things like that, but you passed— only because you convinced the nerdy boy next to you to give you the answers to every test you took and every project you needed to complete. The speeches you had to give in front of the class were all of his words and he stood there smiling because the pretty girl finally gave him the attention he wanted. And you did. You actually found him useful and pretty, he just needed to fix up his looks and that was the deal you proposed to him and he took it with no problem. You even added that he was gonna finally feel and taste how bubble gum tastes if you passed.

So now you were back home and staring up at your father and mother who had the biggest smiles on their face. The next words that fell out of their mouths after congratulating you for even finishing your second year of college were horrifying. “ We’re going down to Napeville, your grandfather has now retired his position as a farm owner and your father wanted to take control of it since he was trained his entire childhood.” Your mother finished her statement and your gum popped on your face as you stared at her with wide eyes.

You stare without blinking as your dad grabbed your suitcases on the side of you bringing them into the house, “ Why?! Can’t you just go down there on your own pops’, gramps only wanted you to go down there right?!…Wait are we moving down the-” your father came back out again to grab your bag you had in the trunk of your car— afterwards stopping in front of you when he retrieved the bag from the car. “ Yes, my little pumpkin, we’re moving down there. Aren’t you glad to go back there? I’ll even teach you all about farming if you want.”, Your father said as he smiled at you. You in fact did not want any of that shit. You only remembered the ugly house and barn your grandparents had you and your parents staying in. Being 8 years old, you remembered the faces of the people down there and let’s just say you aren’t gonna find love down there if they all looked and act the way they did when you were 8. Farming life was boring compared to what you were planning to do with your friends this summer. They were not gonna ruin this for you so you proposed a deal with them, hoping they’ll listen.

“ Hmm, what if I just go down there in the summer and come back up here to go back to school and you, my dear pops’ can buy me an apartment! The smartest idea I’ve ever came up with right?!!”, You say, with your arms wrapped around the neck of your dad hugging him from the side. Your mother wanted so badly to facepalm because that was a stupid idea, but she couldn’t say because you are her daughter and you are very sensitive.

Your father removed your arms off his neck and gave you his stern look, “ Enough, { reader}! You know better than to argue with us and besides you don’t even have a good paying job to afford an apartment months rent, especially for the apartment you are tryna’ get for yourself.” You pucker your lips out while huffing, “ Okay okay, I’ll get another one.” Your father shook his head and went inside the now almost empty house.

You stopped and looked around to see the way your house looked and gasped loudly as your parents continued what they are doing, “ Ma’, where’s our stuff, did you have an yard sale without me knowing, why didn’t you tell me because I wanted to keep that love seat we had and put it in my room.”

Your mother sighed loudly before turning to you, “ {reader}, honey, if we just said that we’re moving, what does that mean to you? What do most people do when they move?” She was already tired of packing up most of her and your equipment while you were off at college doing God knows what. You didn’t really check in with them like you used to do in your first year.

You almost narrowed your eyes at her, but decided not to do it since you didn’t feel like getting yelled at for looking at her like that. Answering whilst twirling the string of chewed up gum around your index finger, “ Um, we move. I don’t know ma’, it’s too much to think about really. Anyways, since I clearly have no choice but to obey you two, I’m gonna hang out with my friends for the last time.”

Your mother rolled her eyes as she put the tape on the last box you all had before you tidy up the move from this house to your farming house, “ be back before 12, you may be grown, but you’re still my child living under my rules.” You nodded your head and bit your tongue to stop you from saying something or rolling your eyes.

You were excited to see your bitches again but before you were off, you took out your phone and texted your friends that you wanted to roller skate like the old times. You put your phone away without their answers to your text and walked to where your mother just walked to, “ Ma’, which box are my baby pink and blue roller skates in? Need them for my girly time today.” Your mother walked to a box and kicked it towards you prior to walking off to finish what she was doing.

You opened the box, thanking the heavens that she didn’t box them up with that ugly tape. “ Aww I missed you babies so much, I bet you kissed your mommy just as much.” Your father wanted to really question if you got this personality from your moms side of the family so he asked, “ She got that shit from your side not mine, baby.”

You paid no mind to what the two of them were whispering about as you grabbed your roller skates in your baby pink manicured hands. Hurrying out the house before you got called back in to pack up something they missed, you walked down your stairs to your car. You honestly should’ve taken the hint that you all were moving when you saw the moving truck on the side of your parents car in the garage way. You smiled as you walked to your baby pink and white G-Wagon, “ I’ll make my last night worth it for sure.” You talked to yourself a lot since you were an only child and found a friend in yourself before you found friends. You looked down at your outfit and smiled, your tits looked yummy and your thighs did too.

The memory was four weeks ago and you were now driving your car in silence while following your mom and dad leads to the Legendary farm house. You were leaving so much behind. Your bed, your friends, college associates, your favorite nerd, now who’s gonna help you pass your classes. You huffed to yourself, still following after your parents to the next town you were going to have to adjust to. You were going to miss the stores you got to shop at, the malls were your favorite and least favorite because it was a hit or miss with the brookefield mall. Being the size you were was not a guarantee that you were going to find something in the mall for you, so when you found that one store that sold cute clothes in your size, you had no choice but to max out with your pops’ black card. You were also glad for the mall and of course the internet because you got to shop for new clothes prior to coming to this small town.

You were going to miss the boys and girls in that city. You were gonna miss Hitch and Boris, your main two toys you like to play with. Both were hot and were everything you needed to get by. The city was full of whores and now you gotta move to the country where they are so holy and thou there. Ewww, you're gonna hate it there.

By the time you all arrived at the house you were blown out of your mind when you looked up at the farm house. It was incomparable to the farmhouse you knew from your childhood. This town was so different from how it used to be, it used to be quiet and old looking now it looks a little loud and modern, you were so stuck because you thought of the farmhouse that looked like a cottage house with a big barn behind it like it used to look, now it looks too luxurious— to your liking. The house had big glass windows with a black wooden roof and a big riva double eyebrow 4-lite steel Iron, glass door to greet you. Honestly, the gate when you first entered gave it away that this was going to be different, but you didn’t even think about it because you’re too busy listening to your favorite playlist right now in the act of sucking on your blue cotton candy sucker.

The gate was long and you bet it was even longer than you actually think, your grandpa was full of surprises. The ride to the house was even longer. Nothing but acres of grass mountains and grasslands plus a few animals standing there greeted you as you drove to the house. You were so glad because your hands hurt from driving all night and the sight of sheep somehow made you brighter than before. Once you parked the car on the pavement of the garage behins the moving truck, you got out and looked at it stomping your red and white gingham platform heels on the ground at the sandy dirt on your tires, “ fucking dirt roads, hate them so much.” Your parents were already hugging your cousin while you were grumbling about your tire and car having dirt on it. You decided to wear red and white today to match the cherry red nails with cherry charms on them. You also wanted to try to fit into the countryside by wearing this, after all, you were now a farmer’s daughter.

Your cousin's smile brightens once she sees you come to her with your arms out, “ Bubbles!” You screamed out as you hugged her and she screamed your nickname right after, and the country accent was heard loud and clear. You figured that she must’ve been lonely as hell here because this place was huge and it looks like she’s the only one here.

“ If you’re looking for grandpa, he’s at his house around the corner from here.”, Your cousin said as she brought you inside the house. It was so neutral and blended inside compared to the outside. You almost wanted to puke from the smell of discoloration this house reeks of. So plain and boring.

“ pops’, are we going to go see him later or something?”, you yelled throughout the house since you were walking up the stairs. You heard an answer but didn’t bother to actually listen because your cousin was pulling you to your room she set for you. It was a room you never would have even step foot into a few weeks ago but now you had no choice, at least the bed was big just like your bed at home. Home. You missed it already.

Your cousin then gave you a cola she got out of the little fridge you guessed she stocked in your room, “ How thoughtful of you, { cousin’s name}. Seems like you didn’t change at all.” Your cousin smiled at your comment before taking your hand to go back down stairs to the movie truck, “ And you did. Not in a bad way, sugs. Just didn’t expect you to be like dis’ gotta say you look so gorgeous with that outfit and hairstyle but that’s not what we wear out chea’. Anyways I’ve called my friends and the people your father and I know over here before y’all arrived. You’re gonna love them. They all offered to help with these heavy ol’ boxes here.”

You furrowed your eyes because exactly how many of them are going to come. You start guessing in your head and thought your brain felt like it was combusting. Too much thinking again, so you just smiled. You started to stare off into space until your cousin snapped her fingers in front of your face, “ Hey hey, we gotta get some of these boxes out of chea’, we’re having tons of fun later, silly so let’s get this started now. It’s about 11 am right now, we all should be able to finish by 9, perfect time too.”

You stared at her like she was the sheep in the backyard before grabbing the lightest box, carrying it to the entrance while she carried two boxes, “ What’s happening at 9?”

Your cousin was about to say something when a group of men and women were walking towards you all. You were so confused on who they were because your family skin didn’t look like any of them, yet they’re here smiling at your cousin like they’re family. As you were standing there in a daze— occasionally sucking on your cherry sucker with glossy strawberry lip gloss wrapped around the sucker and the half of the stick.

You didn’t even notice that they got closer and were all standing before you staring at you in awe while you looked up at the sky, stuck like a robot. You blinked when you heard the whispers and gasp with a puzzled look on your face, “ Oh oh, hi hi, I spaced out and wasn’t paying attention to you all. My name is { your name}, nice to meet you all.” You flashed a smile and Armin almost fell for you right there. They all could tell you were a city girl and the accent proved it. They would also know because they’re all from the city too, not yours though.

Eren eyed you up and down with a toothpick hanging out his mouth. He had to get you under him because there was no way you were taking by the way you were dressing. You had on a red and white gingham top that tied in the front pushing up your boobs even more with your pudgy stomach showing— slightly protruding over your v waist, blue Jean short shorts that almost showed your ass if you bent down. Your face was so gorgeous, chubby cheeks when you smile and pretty lips to top it off, he couldn’t wait to know more about you. You were the perfect girl they all were looking for, the excitement and for some, the rush— just wait until the older men and women of the group caught sight of you. Right now it was just him, Armin, Jean, Reiner, Mikasa, Annie, Floch, Pieck, Colt , Connie, Sasha, Porco, Historia, and Ymir .

They all introduced themselves to you and your legs were almost shaking from their voices, especially the women. Eyeing each of them as they were now headed to the truck. You saw things you liked about them, for now. Eren has arm tattoos that made him even more attractive and long hair that you wanted to run your fingers through, Armin looks like the nerd you had back home just more handsome with his lil cowboy boots on, Mikasa had a red scarf wrapped around her neck with overalls on. She looked so cute. Annie had on pants that showed off her thighs really well and eyes that sealed you in, Sasha was obviously a foodie because she’s been smacking on another bag of fruit snacks since they’ve walked up. She was a beauty. A real one.

Ymir and Historia were attached each other with matching colors on, which made them look adorable. One had on jeans and a shirt with combat boots while the other one had her hair down in a middle part with a cute overall dress and tank top under it. Their boots even matched. Yeah they were indeed a couple, but you still had thoughts.

Flock’s hair was a little disturbing but his eyes were beautiful; he has potential. Now Reiner was big and beefy with a cowboy hat planted on top of his head and you were getting more attracted to him when he turned around to go inside the house— his chest was the first thing you saw. May those two buttons never come back together with their little holes because whew does he look so good! Jean was someone you never thought you would keep your eyes on consistently. You liked that he was taller than everyone here and he carried himself like he’s a leader, you love a man who owns the power of authority. You don’t know why, you just do.

Porco was good looking as well and you could tell he was hard to everyone else but gentle to people he liked. A beautiful boy indeed. Colt was shy but talkative to his peers he’s been around, he was a cutie. Now pieck was someone you wanted first, she’s so pretty and mesmerizing. So beautiful that you didn’t even realize that she was in front of you bending down to pick up the box you set down in front of you. You watched her get up and throw a little smile your way, “ You can’t be spacing out like this a lot, pretty girl. Don’t want you to get hurt in the future. So, can you help me carry this last box inside, it’s in the truck.” You laughed before walking ahead of her to the truck whilst she watched your ass jiggle as you walked in front of her. You were definitely gonna be the new talk around town now.

Indeed you were by 9 pm, you were done with everything— unpacking, showing you around your new home led by your cousin as the rest stayed just to talk more with you. Afterwards , they all asked to hang out with you at the bar a few minutes away from where you stay and so you did go. Greatest mistake on your part because from there on out, you were the talk of the town.

✧˖° Eren Yeager + Zeke Yeager, Yelena with grisha lurking + in Eren’s living room

The first time you met Zeke and Yelena was at Pipsy’s Bar— the one you went to when you first moved here. You didn’t really talk with either of them because you stayed close to your cousin and Eren’s crew. However, just because you didn’t talk with them doesn’t mean you weren’t the topic of the conversation they had at their own table.

Just as Zeke asked Yelena to look into who you were, his widened at you getting body shots on the pool table by his little brother. The way your body shook underneath Eren’s as he licked down your boobs to your stomach made his dick hard and yelena wet. They both wanted you and had to get a chance to talk to you one way or another

Today was their lucky day, especially Yelena’s because she was supposed to be somewhere else today, but Zeke asked to hang out at his house. They were on the couch and their hormones heightened as you walked through the door of their farmhouse with your baby-pink polka dot strapless tube top with a white shirt skirt on. Your heels compliment your outfit and legs so well. Yeah, today was gonna be a good day today

Friday afternoon was something you wanted for a long time. Your mini skirt was bunched up your stomach, panties long gone. With the twist of your dark nipples in between Eren’s fingers, he moved inside of your pussy with desperation of your hot and slippery pussy. He was so breathy underneath you. His chest glistened as he pant out your name in a hush tone . You on the other hand was too busy trying to please Zeke with your mouth around his coke can thick tip. Zeke groaned when you locked your jaw around his pink tip, “ Stop - uh- stop fucking looking at me with those doll like eyes, Angel. Makes me wanna’ take you away from everyone and grow my own farm filled with as many animals as you want and during that time our babies will walk around with their shoes off exploring our farm.”

Eren grunted out as you clenched around his heavy cock, “ Fuck no! She’s mine, Zeke. Get your own slut. Yelena’s, umph shit! She’s right there.” Eren leaned forward to take your nipples into his mouth, needing to shut his own ass up before he ruined this moment by arguing with his pinhead ass brother. Yelena was too busy fingering herself to her tongue exploring your ass cheeks— all the way down to your convulsing asshole. It looked proper and good to not put her tongue inside. In the process of eating your ass, her large hands were spreading you open, so Eren’s big balls and her tongue can now move freely.

Zeke put his hands on your chubby cheek with a low smirk on his face, his glasses long gone off his face letting you see what exactly his eyes are saying when they look at you. Your mouth was getting tired of hollowing around Zeke’s tip and at the same time your body shook against Eren’s body and Yelena’s mouth. You were about to lift your mouth off of the older brother’s cock to moan, but your moans were soon dancing along Zeke’s thick dick. His tip hit the back of your throat, making diamond tears fill up your eyes, they eventually traveled down your eyes causing your mascara to drip down your face. Zeke cooed at you with a little grunt and hum— moving inside of you with a sharp snap of his hips, “ Ah Yes, the face of a whore. The face I love seeing on many. Ughh! So fucking pretty taking all three of us at the same time.”

Eren hissed when you squeezed around his dick causing him to almost knock his knees together out of pleasure. He reached to grab your plushy love handles, holding them in his rough hand, “ Fuck, baby! Fuck me back like you’re doing.” And then he massages your love handles in between his long fingers that had cold rings on them. “ Thought I didn’t feel the little roll of your hips and thick thighs clamping around my hips. Think again. Now give me this pussy I’ve longed for. Fuck~”, Eren said as his rings cooled down your sweaty and hot love handles.

Their dirty talking was getting to you so bad. Yelena was now standing up after detaching her lips from your puckering hole with just a long string of saliva— she was behind you with a finger probing your ass and sloppy kisses on your back, “ Gonna’ let me use this ass of your sweetheart… nah, I think I might just open you up for the others, my debt to them.” You couldn’t even focus on her sultry voice uttering those foreshadow ass words because your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave, ears popping and body shaking from their overstimulation on all three of your holes. Zeke groaned and came into your mouth at the same time as Eren cumming inside the condom— breaking it in the process. Some of his cum leaked into your pussy and you couldn’t do anything but squirm on him and Grind on Yelena’s finger. You swallowed Zeke’s nut with a few coughs prior to wiping off your mouth and chin.

Eren was still snapping his hips into you slowly just when his pretty emerald, green eyes fell upon you— he was truly enticed by you. Meanwhile, your head was thrown back on Yelena’s chest allowing you to moan out loud— nothing but pleasure coming out your mouth. “ Ahhh~ please, please. It feels so good, rennie, Zekey, lena’. Feels s’good. Mmm .” Your voice was so loud after popping Zeke’s semi-limp dick out of your mouth that Grisha, who stood on the second floor banister staring intensely at the three of you with lust filled eyes, heard everything from the fucking start. He wanted you, now. You were exquisite in his eyes, far too exquisite to make him of all people interested, dangerous even. He so wanted to jerk off, but he’ll just replay the ring camera set up in his living room over, maybe he and Carla could have alone time with you, she’s been asking for a threesome for a while. His sons were so dumb to not even know he was home or maybe they didn’t care. Grisha walked off humming to himself, he’ll let his fellow friends and wife know about you.

✧˖° Armin, Jean, and Connie + back of Jean’s pickup truck

Word got around the small town faster than the plague. Whispers were heard here and there and you had no clue it was all about sweet little you. You were too busy sucking on the pink lollipop that was in your mouth while watching the sheep’s make noise and walk around your big spacious backyard, the only thing that’s separating you from them is the wooden field gate. You took in the fresh air while smiling to yourself. This was your ‘you’ time. Nothing could interrupt this.

Except for a laugh Connie bucked out— walking into the backyard as your parents were yelling out that they’re leaving to visit your grandpa, whom you visited last week with sore legs, thanks to those three. How humiliating they left you. Your view of the green grassland was invaded by Jean Kirtstein with his hands on his hips.

Armin walked to your little lake in the yard petting and talking to the animals having their daily snack on the grass. As for Connie he was too busy admiring your look, your fashion sense screamed Bimbo and he adored it. He always snuck glances at you whenever you weren’t looking or he was goofing off with his friends. He was interested in you, that’s why he wanted to come but Jean and Armin decide to come as well fucking up his plan.

He was admiring your pink Diesel T- Angie shirt that showed off the print of your boobs perfectly to the tight jeans you wore and down to your pink cowgirl boots. Up until Jean grabbed your hand and led you to his big pickup truck, driving off with Connie and Connie on the side of you. They wanted to take you on the ride, away from your house to have their alone time with you.

Indeed they’re plan was a success because now you were in the back of Jean’s pick up truck getting plowed into from the behind by Connie’s cock— around 7.5 inches and thick. Jean took your mouth as he laid down in front of you whilst Armin took pictures of this interaction with your used sucker in his mouth. He was glad that he came with them after being on his farm catering to his father’s chicken coup. He needed a break and you were the perfect person to help him relax. He recorded the way your lips sucked in Jean’s lengthy cock in your mouth with a shuddered breath as he watched. You were fucking Insatiable, almost everyone in the small town thought so.

“ Fucking hell, She’s sucking me like it’s her last taste of ramen noddles, shit~.”, Jean rasped out as he moved your hair out of his vision from seeing you. Connie has your pink heart-shaped Moschino glasses on his eyes as he grabs your ass cheeks in his hands as he hits you from the back. Connie reached to Armin handing him your shoes that was on its way coming off from getting fuck on the truck’s tailgate, “ Here, seems like the slut of the hour just can’t keep up with us after all.”, He snickered before slapping your ass, “ her shoe came off. Now watch and see how she reacts when I do this. Jean keep fucking her face like that, sounds so slutty. Make sure she can’t breathe.”

Your cunt squeezed around Connie— a reaction to his dirty words. You popped Jean’s dick out your wet mouth and looked back at Connie with low fucked-out eyes, “ Please, mmph, keep fucking me like this, I want Armin too. Please Armin, wanna see your cock, wan’ it in my ass because of how pretty it is.” Connie folded right then and there. Yeah he was gonna get you to breed you for that shit. Armin sucked in a breath as he set his phone up on the inside of the truck before looking out to the opening of the dirt road both ways.

And so they did what you asked with a few taunts from Connie and persuasion from Jean for Armin to join without looking out for anybody— I mean after all this is a dead end. You were now all fully on the truck fucking like rabid bunnies. Armin whimpers we’re so pretty, you were kinda glad that Jean is fucking your mouth without any room left to breathe because you were going to cum to the sight of Connie’s pretty red face below you. You felt so full and they felt so good.

Jean yanked your hair to his dick holding you there with a loud moan erupting from his throat, “ My sweet sweet girl, fu-uhhh~” you tried to push your head off his dick, but he patted your head and whispered, “ a little bit longer bunny.” Jean’s cum leaked out of your mouth and mixed with your spit that was lathering his dick caused Armin to snap. Armin came inside of your ass with a loud cry, “ So perfect for me, Honey. So damn perfect.” At the moment of clenching around his cock with your tight hole. Anal was not easy but Armin made it easy for you by prepping you with his spit, lube out of Jean’s truck, and his fingers. He was the perfect person to break your anal virginity.

Connie came into his condom with a loud groan and chants of your name. Armin laughed at the shakes and final thrusts he did, “ Looks like you couldn’t handle her, Connie.” Connie rolled his eyes with a hard lip bite in the process of both of them starting to fuck slowly into you again to let you catch your second orgasm, you didn’t even know you had the first one. Jean pulled out your mouth leaning to hold your cheeks squeezing them together to make more mess of your big cheeks squeezed— covered with spit, cum, and sweat, “ You’ve done so well, my pretty, chubby bunny. Cum for daddy, bunny. Cum for all of us.” You snapped when he mentioned the one word that always got you off.

Your eyes couldn’t see that it was dark outside because your vision was white as you came in Connie’s dick causing him to jump and whine from the tightening around his cock, “ Fucking vixen you are.” They all laughed while you came back to reality, now seeing that it’s dark as hell outside and the only source of light was the flashlight Connie reached to turn on during the time he was digging inside of you. This was the best decision you parents could’ve made because since that move you’ve been getting pleasure. You may not even go back to the city college and just find one down here, who knows.

✧˖° Onyankopon + your kitchen

Onyankopon caught your eyes as soon as he stepped into your pupil's sight. He was so fine and you craved him. Reminds you of your ex from the way he smiled at you. He was a horse trainer and you were gonna get him to train you to ride horses. You don’t even necessarily want to learn, you just want him to speak a lot because his voice was so deep and sexy. And so you asked your dad can you ask him to train you as he was pulling the crops with his ugly yellow gloves.

You already knew the answer because you always got what you wanted from him and your mother. So, you decided to pick out an outfit and do your hair. The outfit was a off shoulder shirt with pink ribbons on the arms and top of it with pink shorts and black and pink cowgirl boots. Your hair was in your hairstyle but in a ponytail with a big pink ribbon to hold it together.

And so onyankopon taught you about how to be calm around horses to not piss them off. Oysnkopon was trying so hard not to look at your ass and body jiggle as you rode the horse listening to every word he says while making purposeful mistakes.

Afterwards you asked the famous question, “ Why are you called a cowboy then, if you ride horses, shouldn’t you be called a horse boy or something? I’m confused”. Onyankopon stood there contemplating on how he should answer this because it was a good and stupid question.

He never answered your stupid question, just showed you why you can only call him an horse boy as he now had your baby pink and yellow panties pushed to the side whilst fucking you into your kitchen island. His long, thick fingers pressed into your big thighs; holding them up and apart, “ Such a pretty pussy you got, such a shame you kept this to yourself all the times I came to this house since y’all - augh!- moved in.” You were a whimpering mess because of how big and deep— kissing your cervix a few times causing you to wince in pain and pleasure. He had you speechless and you hated it because you were always ready to reply to anyone if your mouth wasn’t occupied.

You and onyankopon watched out for your dad, who was far away from your house— at the garden your grandfather started. Your mom was at her new job she got, so it was just you in the house. Onyankopon yanked your ponytail back as he paused his movements, “ Don’t space out on me, now. Can’t and won’t have that. Need all ya’ attention, baby doll. Look me in the eyes as I take this fat pussy of yours, ya hear me?” You nodded, feeling your ponytail loosen from his grip. You wanted to throw your head back, but he told you to keep your eyes on his, even through your blurry vision. “ Please—” you choked out due to the increase of his pace as he looked down at your greedy kissy taking in his cock like it was eating his cock up.

His deep voice grunted in echo all over the kitchen, “ Please what? Baby doll. Gotta say it, not gonna understand you if you aren’t speaking right.” Onyankopon slowly dragged his dick in and out of your pussy— you felt like you were gonna break into sobs. “Full. Sentences. Ahhh shit! Pretty girl” he snapped his hips into yours punctuating every word he said— you never got dick with this much teasing.

You looked down to follow the movements of his cock moving in and out of your tight gummy walls with a vicious lip bite, whimpers following. You reached down to play with your clit in clockwise format, lifting your head to make eye contact with him, “ Please fuck me hard, Daddy. Fuck me like I’m yours. I can’t— please~” onyankopon smiled as he lifted his cowboy hat off the counter placing it on your head, “ As you wish, doll.” Oyankopon fucked you as he pressed his body against yours feeling the warmth of your body against his, your skin was so soft against his but your nails against his naked back was so harsh but felt good, somehow.

You were sure that one of your press-on nails popped off from how hard you were gripping onto his back as he quickened his pace. “ Fuck I know you feel me right ere’, right here. Your cute lil tummy is so damn cute just like your fucking cheeks, wanna’ bite em’.” He touched your stomach and kissed you in your mouth— swapping spit and flipping each other's tongues as he held your body against his. He trailed his kisses all over your face as he fucked into your sweet little pussy.

“ Ahh, Ony, I think m’ cummin’ mmm cummin’.” You kept saying his name in whimpers and that drove him to fuck you even hard. He didn’t stop even if you came around his dick creating a white ring around his dick. “ Oh God.”, you yelled as you climaxed against him and he came inside of you. He bit your cheek with a deep and long groan when he came into your warm pussy making her even more warm with his hot cum flowing inside. Fuck, he didn’t wear a condom! He didn’t care but you did. Onyankopon chuckled to himself inside his head because he was the first person who got to cum inside of you. Instead of his neighbors, it was him. He feels honored.

✧˖° Mikasa, Annie, Sasha, Ymir, and Historia + your room

Your dad wanted to introduce you to picking strawberries and washing them off from the expanding strawberry field behind your house next to the garden. He just didn’t have time to teach you because teaching you means that he’ll have to take all day teaching you how to even clean off strawberries, plus he knew you hated getting dirt or anything underneath your nails. So when Erwin Smith, the man he always spoke with before he even moved here, suggested the girls teach you all about strawberries since it’s three of their jobs to do on his farm.

When they did teach you, Ymir wasn’t letting up on commenting how stupid you are when you asked if we’re going to eat them off the plants or give them to the animals, historia told her to back off you and giggled when your confused pout displayed on your face. Mikasa’s was closed off but very fond of how you looked in that short little skirt you wore. She thought you knew what you were doing wearing something like this to pick dirty strawberries off the plant stems.

Sasha was the fun one and the most welcoming to you teaching you after Historia because this was her job, she even encouraged you to take a bite out of a dirty strawberry as a joke and you were happily about to do so because you always ate the strawberries in the container, only cleaning it off with water. That’s until Annie grabbed your wrist. Now, Annie was a scary one, but you knew underneath that scary aura she possessed— was a woman who needed comfort. And you were happy to give it to her, a sleepover is the best comfort for any girl.

You never experienced a sleepover like the one you were indulging in right now, maybe with Hitch but that was planned. Getting mocked while your ass collides with Historia’s small heart-shaped ass on the 10 inch long double sided tan dildo Ymir brought in her night bag was something that was not planned. You wondered how she even got her hands on this. “ oh, look at the fucking size difference, my my my you two are the most perfect sluts to try this thing on.” Ymir stood in front of a panting, red faced Historia as she taunted her with a small smirk on her face. Annie stood in front of you with sharp blue eyes looking down at your pretty face, “ You look so pretty like this, it’s unbelievable how fast you succumb to the few words that one over there and I.” She pointed at Mikasa, who was rubbing her clit with her pretty fingers. “ Annie continued, “Such a shameful slut letting us talk you into this just by pointing out how your fat pussy showed through them lace Polka dot panties of yours.”

Annie ended her statement by holding the now ripped panties in her hands, twirling them prior to bending down and engulfing your shivering lips onto her mouth. The kiss was so tasty and sloppy, fuck, you wanted more. Why didn’t she give you more? You stopped moving to deepen the kiss between you and Annie just for Historia to bounce herself against you— your moans falling perfectly into Annie’s mouth as you swapped tongues. You heard little squeals from beside you and behind you. Afterwards you felt a body slide under you and Historia— breaking the kiss to stare down at who’s underneath you, you instantly smiled because Ymir’s cunt was on full display for you as she flicked her tongue on Historia’s count with no mercy.

Moaning at the feeling of a finger entering inside you soon matching pace with the dildo moving back and forth into you and Historia. Sasha giggled in your ear as her white bra appeared on the side of you, “ So wet, can’t wait to taste you on my lips when you sit that pretty ass on my face, I’m craving something to drink right now… something sweet like juice and candy mixed together. You’re the right person for that right, { reader}?” You couldn’t focus because of the overstimulation of your pussy and the stares you got from Annie and Mikasa, who now stands in front of you beside Annie. They watched your eyes peer up at them before Mikasa landed a perfect slap on your face at the same time as Annie landing two in both of your hanging tits.

Mikasa grabbed your jaw and bent down to hold eye contact with you, “ Answer her! Don’t leave any of us waiting for an answer again.” Her voice was so smooth and made your entire body shake or was it the fluffy carpet you all were standing or kneeling on, “ Yesss— yes please taste me after this. I need all of you, Ohh~” your wetness was colliding with Historia’s and she couldn’t take it. Her moans were so pretty to everyone but yours was sexy.

Annie slipped on one of your 8 inch strap-on’s, rubbing it on your mouth, “ Open up for me. Want to see how much of me you could take. Wan’ stuff you full of my cock. Naughtily sluts like you deserve this face fuck I’m going to give you.” Mikasa let out a little chuckle at her words before grabbing Sasha’s hand to lay with her on your bed. You heard the sound of two people aggressively kissing and stared at the two of them making out: Mikasa with Sasha between her legs. Not long after, Mikasa trailed kisses down Sasha’s jawline as she locked eyes with you, “ Fuck her good, Annie or I’ll do it myself. Don’t let her waste a drop of spit or gag, she’s taken bigger cocks than that, so she should know how to do it. I’m sure of it.”

Historia moaned out yours and Ymir’s name, luckily Ymir covered her mouth, “ Ahh, m’cummin’— cummin’ so my-Ahh.” Her moans were muffled by her hand and that made you want to bounce your ass faster to overstimulate her. You wanted to chase you own orgasm and Annie saw that, so she grabbed your head and fucked into it like it was a pocket pussy men use. The electricity she felt from getting head from you in your didldo was on another level. “ Don’t talk to me like I don’t know what I’m doing Mikasa.” She stared Mikasa down in advance to peering down at you, taking all of her cock between your glossy two-tone lips. “Holy fuck, she sounds so fucking pretty, taking this cock like the whore she is. Such a shame, you’re a whore for everyone who shows little interest in you, how pitiful.” Her words had some truth to it, therefore you wanted to shut her up by reaching past the straps of the strap-on to her pussy— sticking two fingers inside of her making her let out a shuddering moan.

You were all feeling pleasure because you didn’t even notice that Ymir had a thick pink string from an egg vibrator hanging out her pussy but the others did. Every last one of you were on cloud nine, especially Sasha and Mikasa now scissoring on your bed as you played with Annie pussy. Her face fucking was harsh but it made you squirt against Ymir’s stomach that spurred Ymir to cum from the pressure of water on her lower belly. Nothing but sultry and slutty moans were heard in your room. You were surprised that your parents didn’t come knocking from the little squeals and screams you all produced.

✧˖° Erwin Smith, Nile Dok, and Mike( Miche) Zacharias + Miche’s bar

After a week from the previous sexual encounters, you decided to take a ride to the famous bar that was about 20 minutes away from here. You needed to feel the wind blowing in between your boobs and upon your legs. Feel the wind on your face as you chew on 3 pieces of bubblegum. It was almost getting dark when you arrived at the bar, you thought it would've been packed with people.

Only three men were in there and you were about to walk back out when Miche grabbed your hand, stopping you from going. His voice did wonders to your pussy. Being a fucking nympho is a fucking curse because you folded as soon as you heard his deep voice. He smirked at you as he breathed in deeply, nodding his head like it was a signal to the other two older men sitting down.

Once he got you to sit down and have a drink with them. They’ll introduce themselves as the leaders of the town, you honestly didn’t care for what they had to say after that because the word authority and older was dancing inside of your head as you stared at them with big pretty eyes circling in on each one of them. You were sizing them up. Sizing them up to fuck them.

Afterwards, Erwin would probably be the one who trailed you home to make sure you got home, explaining how he was just “ looking out for a civilian and his fellow friend daughter”

You are so glad you decided to stay and size them up because you were bouncing on Miche’s big dick in the booth next to the dirty window. When you first saw his dick, you gasped as you stared at it. It was so pretty, curved to the right with two thick veins running down his cock and a pink, thick tip. He also had a cigarette and cologne musk to him, your favorite on old men like him. Your arms hugged his back as he lifted you up and down his dick using his big hands whilst talking with Erwin and Nile. He multitasked and he was great at it because he still hit the right places deep inside of your wet, starving pussy, “ So this is the girl, everyone’s been speaking about? Gotta say she’s exactly my, Mmgh!, type.” They were speaking about you like you weren’t even there getting your pussy destroyed by Miche and that turned you on even more.

Erwin chuckled as he dabbed his cigarette on the ashtray just to bring it to his dried glossy lips, inhaling and exhaling it, “ ‘Isn’t she just so pretty?’ That was Armin’s words as he showed the video of a girl sucking Jean’s cock to me when I asked what they all were discussing. Who would’ve known that she would be the same girl in the video. Luck is on our side Mike and Nile because she is indeed a beauty.” The reason he had dried up lip gloss on his lips was because of your ‘Cherry Bomb’ lip gloss you wore when you made out with him and his friends moments before Miche placed you into his lap to fuck you.

Your moans and screams were muffled into Miche’s neck due to the increased movements of his hips snapping up as his nails broke more of the ass part on your white bow stockings, ultimately revealing your pretty panties that had a small bow on the bak. Your panties were pulled to the side as his cock thrust into you. Nile tried so desperately not to look since his wife was back home with his kids. His wife cheated on him yet he still stayed. Yeah that wife. He had to stay loyal but he couldn’t when your big ass recoiled when miche hit deep inside of you. “ Fuck, she’s something, alright.” Nile didn’t wanna admit it, but he wanted to watch you break underneath him.

And he did when he fucked you agaisnt the table in front of them. His dick was a monster right next to Miche’s— tan with a dark pink tip, hairy because you could feel some of the hairs against your ass as he pushed into your pussy, and long with a little girth to him. You couldn’t take him after getting your pussy beat by Miche. Now, your neck was held in his strong hands while he pushed into your soaking pussy. Your nails gripping the table in front of you, “ Kahhh, I can’t.. I can’t take it, please slow down.” You didn’t want him to slow down at all because this was the third best fuck you’ve had. Nile let out a deep, long groan, fucking you even faster, “ Look at her tremble under me, Erwin. Can you say she’ll do the same for you? I don’t thin— fuck!~ stop squeezing me so damn hard, baby girl.”

Erwin lifted the corner of his lips as he watched your tits flop inside your bra, he couldn’t wait to have you, “ Don’t speak too soon, Nile. Marie was trembling underneath m-” his tone was doing something to your soul and you were about to collapse under Nile’s right arm that was around your tummy. Nile didn’t like what he said and took it out on your poor bruised pussy and you loved it especially when your head was pinned onto the table and Erwin was in your line of sight— brushing the sweat off your forehead with a napkin. Nile snarled as he spoke to Erwin, “ Fuck you, Erwin. Fuck, she’s gonna make me, uhhhh~.” He was so vocal as he came inside of you, his cum mixing with Miche’s cum. Miche was so tired that he didn’t even bother to focus on their bickering moment, his eyes were glued to your body. He was fascinated by you. Everyone was. The moment you stepped inside his bar was the moment he knew you were gonna be screaming and cumming on his cock after the little talk you had.

When it was Erwin’s turn in between your legs, he fucked you with your face turned to Miche and Nile who was now panting like a dog outside without any water on a hot summer day. You were cockwarming him and spilling your cum and the other two men cum all over his cock, “ Don’t move now, Darling. Older men are talking, down here we show respect to our elders.” His eyes were on yours as he held two fingers under your chin tilting it up for you to hold eye contact with him, he soon took his focus off you to return it to the men across and on the side of you. You felt humiliation all over and that only turned you on even more, especially when he took a sip of his drink with a cooling “ aah” following, “ They taught that to us in the city, so why wouldn’t they teach that to her generation?”

They answered him and participated in your degradation and when you would try to say something or move, Erwin would perform powerful thrusts, immediately you’ll moan or cry out of pain and pleasure because after all he was the biggest one out of all of them— he was uncut with a wide girth to his already long dick, his smell was alluring to you because he smelled so natural with a twinge of Booze and cigarettes. You heard two names before your orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks, yet you couldn’t make out the names clearly. It’s not like you know them or will be able to meet them. Right?

✧˖° Levi Ackerman and Hange Zoe + barn house

The moment you met Hange was when she was milking the cows for your dad as a deal with your mom. You didn’t know how they met, but you would assume your mom and dad knew every last person here because they were already planning to move down here before they told you, which upset you to the max. Truth be told, you should’ve figured it out earlier but your mind was filled with sex, fun, and zero responsibilities.

So when you finally decide to go out three days later after your father fussed at you for being out so late, you went to your father’s barn yard that sat on the side of a little river with different fishes inside them. You sat on the hay petting the baby goat in your arms. Hange came in with a bucket of milk, stopping when they saw you with your cute baby yellow and pink dress on, they raised their eyebrow at your yellow bunny ears displayed on your head. They never saw anyone dress or look around like you, not too many chubby people that can dress in this town. Theyinstantly got excited, practically running over there to greet you.

They asked you questions about your choice of style in a town like this and while you answered they couldn’t help but to pay attention to the way your hello kitty necklace and star shaped diamond necklace fell between your high sat boobs. Levi noticed who you were right when he entered the barn disturbing your one sided conversation with the person named Hange. His voice was rough and he was straight forward especially when he asked “ Why dress like a common whore in a barn? Who allowed this?” You didn’t and couldn’t take offense because he was so close to you and eye level to your boobs. You found that funny but wouldn’t say.

Levi was not supposed to have this much interest in you but he did, specifically when he asked a question about why there was a pink bow on top of the alpaca’s ears and insulted you after when you said it looked “cutesy”. He wanted to pluck his ear off from how excited and stupid you sound and looked, but he didn’t. It’s clear you just did what you wanted. So, He decided that you’ll be “fixed” with a good lesson. He couldn’t care less if Hange decides to sit through this lesson. You need discipline and he was the right person to do it.

Your moans were muffled by Hange’s pussy covering your mouth as they sat on your face. Your moans from Levi rubbing his fat tip up and down the opening of your hungry, fat pussy, “ That’s right, shut her mouth all the way up, got tired of hearing her talk about a bunch of nonsense.” He purposely bumped his tip into your clit trying hard not to moan at the feeling of your wetness on his dick. Hange looked back with a laugh as they saw Levi bit his lip as he slid inside of your pussy, “ Looks like you’re enjoying yourself, Levi. Maybe you liked hearing her voice more than you thought you did, huh? Levi?”

Levi was about to say a smart remark when you suddenly latched onto his dick with a vicious grip causing him to let out a low whimper, red sprouted onto his face in shame and embarrassment. Luckily, Hange was too busy enjoying herself with your tongue inside of her, “ Ahh, yes { reader}! You’re doing so good for mommy.” Levi cursed at how tight you clamped on him from her little nickname— slapping your clit as a response, “ Your pussy feels so good, so don’t ruin the moment by breaking my dick with all that useless clenching.” Truth: Levi actually loved the way your pussy took him in. The grip was insane to him since he knew you took Erwin, Miche, and Nile before. They were bigger than him in length, not girth though. He only knows because of the orgies they hosted. They never fucked without condoms so why were you special? Hmm.

Levi bent down to bite your nipple as Hange gripped your coils rocking back and forth with a loud moan. They were both enjoying you and you were enjoying yourself a little too much. Almost breaking at how deep he was fucking you. Hange yanked your head back— your face was in their line of sight and you looked so pretty with their juices covering your cheeks and mouth. They let out a happy laugh, “ Levi you should see how slutty her face looks right now.” They paused and hovered over your chest a bit to let you breathe. “ Don’t need to see that when I have the prettiest thing on her body in front of me, her pussy is swallowing me up Hange so don’t talk because you’re gonna ruin my hard on.”

Hange gasped and was about to reply back to him with a sarcastic remark, stopping when they heard a loud moan and slaps increasing rapidly. “ Ha-Ann~, please keep fucking me like this mister Levi, make me yours. Ouhhh.” Levi let a small smirk display in his red and sweat drenched face in victory, “ Got you right where I want now, pretty girl…” he gripped your stretch mark stomach underneath his little, thick fingers, “ Now in order to keep hitting that spot you want, you have to vow you’re gonna be a good girl after this and stop decorating your father’s barn and barn animals with that pink girly shit.”

Your body was shaking and your words were slipping out of your mouth in stutters when you tried to respond, but his long strokes inside of your velvet walls was enough to make you lose basis of the statement he just said to you. Hange tapped your face with three taps, “ Hey, Hey, my little butterfly, don’t tap out now, are you gonna obey what Levi said.” The table bench underneath you all felt like it was about to collapse from the shaking you and Levi were creating, so you quickly answered levi in a loud, “ Yes, just— ahhnn fuck me harder, please sir.. pl-pleasee mommy!!” Levi threw his head back to get his hair out of eyes and locked eyes with Hange, whose neck was turned to him, nodding his head. I’m his mind, he wondered when Furlan and Isabel is coming to town because he knew they would fuck and love on you just as much as he and Hange are doing.

Once Hange moved their pussy back to your mouth, you were in heaven because they tasted so good. Your slurping was music to both of their ears, so Levi rewarded you by placing his head in between your pretty boobs, fucking you faster in the mating press position. His balls were slapping the opening of your other hole and his arms were tightly around your abdomen. He loved the feeling of your stomach and tit moving up and down against his body. You were remarkable. The table shook underneath you three and you were so glad that this was drilled into the ground outside in the back of the barn because if it wasn’t this would’ve been fell. Levi dick was hitting the right spot inside of you, which made your loud moans get Hange off. The strength of your tongue circling around their clit prior to moving inside of their wet pussy was amazing.

All while this was happening, you all didn’t notice a tall shadow in the woods behind the barn watching you all with a small smirk on his face. You were a dumb silly girl who was easy to manipulate and he was going to have much fun with you later on. His nephew may have had you first, but he’ll fuck you better because he need you to know that there is bigger and better out here for you. Plus, he hated your grandfather and now your father, so he was glad he found out that you were his daughter. Only time will tell.

✧˖° Kenny Ackerman + at the lake beach party in the woods

The younger crew that you previously met on the first night invited you out for a party at the private lake beach of Napeville. You have never been to one of these types of swimming parties, mainly because you wouldn’t dare touch the water because of how dirty it is and because you have never been in the woods like this. You blamed your parents for this because now you have to go through the woods just to get to a party Reiner was co-throwing with Connie.

At first, your parents didn’t want you to go since you were on duty-calls for sneaking off to fuck Levi and Hange, they obviously didn’t know that was the reason. Reiner convinced them and said he was going to “ look out for you and help you finish your duties tomorrow. You didn’t know why your parents suddenly trusted Reiner, but they let you go before telling you to watch out for a man named “ Kenny the ripper”. You paid no mind as you walked to your room.

One thing you looked forward to was looking cute at the party. You had the perfect skirts and bikini to wear. Your bikini was a size smaller than your actual size and you and everyone loved it. You would think you would be shy with a body like yours, but you weren’t because you and the others thought you were the sexiest person at the party especially with your little back rolls and tummy out.

Your swimsuit did you justice and Kenny thought the same when he lurked around watching you holding the red cup in your hands, never once stepping near the water. He needed to get close and he didn’t have a way right now, so imagine his surprise when you made it easier for him to fuck you while walking through the woods to get to your car for an extra towel for Mikasa.

On the way back to Mikasa, you ran into the chest of Kenny Ackerman, a man your parents told you to stay away from just recently too. You couldn’t be stupid enough to insult the older man with a smart remark of how old he is and how you heard that old people have bad eyesight right? You couldn’t be stupid enough to smile when he gave you a backwards compliment on how the pretty gingham wedges you were walking in the woods with is a stupid and cute choice for you, right? You also couldn’t be stupid enough to let him hold you by the neck against a thick tree, only to react with a bite of your plump lip, right? Well you were indeed stupid enough to do all of those things in the act of also getting off to how strong the older man was, wanting a piece of him in the end.

Reasons why you were tied at the hands with your bikini bra and Kenny bottoming inside of you against a tree. Your bouncing tits littered with dark stretch marks hurt as they bounced back and forth against the tree and your moans were muffled by your bikini bottoms, so you were completely naked with only his cowboy hat on your head. Kenny let out a low maniacal laugh at the desperation your eyes plead as they looked back at you, “ My my my, sweet pea, such a dumb little thing aren’t cha’? Didn’t the little shit teach you not to do anymore dumb shit anymore or was it girly shit? Hell if I know, I just know I’m gonna fuck you like the fuckdoll you are.” He tried not to let out a loud moan as he watched your ass bounce back on his big cock, he was bigger than Levi and Erwin put together, you hated it because it didn’t necessarily fit in all the way— your pussy was only taking him just above his pelvis.

“ Gonna tell your old man that his daughter is a town’s whore and shouldn’t be allowed to be here. Maybe then that poor excuse of a father will grant me half of his farm land once I send the pictures to his phone, eh?… Shit, keep squeezing me like that, sweet pea, and I’m gonna breed this fat little cunt— fill it to the brim and send you home with the next Ackerman generation inside of you.”, Kenny says with a powerful thrust inside of your pussy. The slapping sounds and your muffled pleas were echoed throughout the little area in the woods. Your pussy was something else to him. She warmed his dick up mighty good and he couldn’t help but to admire you. You were definitely a beauty so maybe he shall stick to his original plan.

“Mmgh- mmmm- pldhpse.”, you felt like your eyes were stuck in the back of your head from how hard he was pounding you from behind and against a tree at that. Trees were yucky and splintery to you, in the back of your mind you hoped that the wood wouldn't magically appear in your stomach and tits. He bit your ear when he dropped his pants to the ground, instantly groping one of your tits with his right hand and playing with your pussy with his left hand. “ Come on, my pretty pea, set up a little get together with myself and the old fuck of a father, a great fuck greater than the one you have right now is guaranteed as the prize.”

Kenny slowed down his pace before stopping and pulling out of you with his cock touching the back of your thighs. He took the bikini piece balled up in your mouth out to let you breathe and talk properly. You didn’t get what he was asking and thought he was an old friend that your family knew, “ yes— please, please, please, I’ll get you that meeting, fuck me Mr., I need— I need your dick inside me. No mercy on my pretty little cunt.” Kenny stared at you wide eyed when you turned around to lock eyes with him. Holy Shit! You were such a needy little whore. He was going to have fun with you. He met a couple of women that were needy for his cock, but not like this.

The next thing you know, your feet was dangling in the air—on the side of his naked waist during the time of his arms underneath your thighs, holding you up as he fucked into you like a mad dog in heat. You were surprised that he could pick you without cracking any bones or hurting his back or arms. He did hunt animals and people, but you didn’t need to worry your pretty head about that. But his cock felt like it was punching your stomach in and out, “ ha-nnn~ s’good, it’s sooo good. Gonna cum all over your meaty cock. Fuck!” Your moans were filling his ears and he loved every word that came out of your mouth, so he sped up his pace, your heels long gone and his pants dropped to his ankles so now you both were fucking like the vampires in the woods on true blood. So deep into each other that you couldn’t think or hear, otherwise you would’ve heard your name being called by Mikasa and Eren.

“ Shh, what’s that I hear, little pea? I hear your friends getting closer, but you don’t seem to care, do you? You stupid little girl, you don’t care that your friends will see you fucking the one man they were told to watch out for? Ah, I got it, your- fucking hell you’re clamping down on me like you never want me to pull out. Such a bad girl you are, huh? Yeah, s’fucking naughty!”, Kenny’s words were getting to you more than the close shouts from Mikasa and Eren. You couldn’t even figure out which direction they were coming from because now Kenny was dipping and moving his hips in a rhythm you couldn’t even decipher in music class if you cared for it. Fuck, he was what you needed. Kenny's big hands gripped your ass in his hands, mounding them as he pounded inside of your soaking pussy that was ready to squirt all over his cock. He loved the way you held onto him tightly in fear of him dropping you. You were a piece of work that was sure. Considering how hard and fast he’s going, this would be your first time squirting and it’s sad that it was by the one person you were told to stay away from. When he introduced himself to you after making you squirt and cream onto his cock, all at the same time, You knew you practically signed over your father’s life and land of crops for big mean Kenny Ackerman. You were so fucked, yet you didn’t even noticed or care because you were too fucked out to know that he was the man to fear.

✧˖° Reiner, Porco, and Pieck + Reiner’s room in his ranch

Reiner couldn’t sleep unless he gets a chance with you, but why hadn’t you even looked his way. It's been weeks since his lake-beach party and he couldn’t get you out his head, hell he couldn’t even get the strawberry or other candy/fruit scent out of his mind as well. He knew of the others fucking you and still wanted you, so when you suddenly stood laughing next to Pieck with a big, blue lollipop in your mouth, he couldn’t help himself to fantasize that that blue sucker was his cock instead. He couldn’t help but to look over at Pieck and now Porco eyeing you sucking on the sucker with pure fondness in their postures and eyes. He had a plan.

Luckily for him, Pieck was one step ahead of him when she asked you to go to lunch with them. As she wrapped her arms around your shoulders, she brought her fingers to your shirt that said the words “ Dumb Bimbo in Charge” with rhinestone letters. Reiner and Porco knew what she was doing by making you explain what your shirt meant just for them to not pay attention to shit you were saying. Hell, you didn’t even know what it means because you were too dumb to get it, you just thought it was cute. Too focus on how excitedly your boobs bounced as you tried to explain what your shirt meant to you.

Only when you asked the question “ Do you wanna know what Blue lemonade tastes like?” They paid attention and Porco was surprised to see your eyes on him and Reiner, especially Reiner. Gulping and nodding to your question cause you to suddenly dip your blue sucker in your lemonade— putting it back in your mouth sucking harshly. Eventually pulling it out of your mouth whilst bringing Reiner’s face close to yours kissing him. Pock and Pieck were jealous and from that moment on you all decided to visit Reiner parents ranch they left to him.

Your body felt pleasure from all over as you lay under Pieck in a 69 position, taking Porco’s cock inside of her hot pussy during the time of you taking Reiner’s cock inside of your pussy. His moans were so whiny as he moved in and out of your drenched pussy with a thumb inside of your puckering hole, “ She’s so- ahhunn- she’s so eager to take me in, Porco.” You indeed were eager to take him in as the wet sounds of yours and Pieck’s pussy rippled in the room you all were in. Porco grunted as Pieck squeezed against his cock, “ Shit Pieck, Reiner shut the hell up, m’tryna get off here and all I hear is your whiny- annoying ass voice.” Reiner didn’t respond to Porco’s comment due to feeling your pussy convulse around his dick.

You, on the other hand, was in love with the way Reiner cock took up so much space inside of your pussy, filling you just right. Tears were brought to your eyes as you started feeling Reiner’s balls slapping against your hole from how deep he was inside of you, “ Mm’guh, s’deep, I can’t breathe, mmmm.” Reiner smirked as Porco eyes widened at how lewd you were talking about Reiner’s dick beating your pussy in. He couldn’t let Reiner win this, so he stuck two fingers in your mouth since your face was facing him as he dug deep into a moaning Pieck, “ Suck, bitch. After you’re done, suck my girl’s clit as I fuck her. That’s what you’re good for right, Ymir told us all about how skilled your pussy eating is.” You coughed and drooled on his thick fingers as they hit the pack of your throat.

Reiner hissed shapely at your clenching on his cock, landing a harsh smack on your thighs with his right hand, “ Seems your pussy took a liking to my cock, doll face. Wonder if she could take the shape of my cock even better than she is right now? Shit~ yeah, yeah, just like that. So fucking tight. Oh~” Pieck was so out of touch with this world that she jumped when she felt a hand slap her clit from below, she then proceeds to stroke a finger over your slit— taking in how sticky her hands are becoming. her moans only grew louder when she felt a calming suck on her clit from you, “ Pieck’s dripping— mmmgh! dripping so much Porco. She’s doing so good for us.”

Porco eyes rolled to the back of his head as you licked from Piecks pussy to the part of his cock that wasn’t inside of Pieck. Reiner didn’t take kindly to you lifting yourself up to do that. In response, he slammed inside of you, gripping your love handles harshly as he pounded inside of your pussy, “ Stop trying to run, doll face, can’t have you slipping from me to please that fucker.” It was like a different man came out as he pounded into your now bruised pussy. You couldn’t keep up with the licking of Pieck’s cunt because of the power thrust Reiner was doing to your body. “ yes, yes, yeshhh!” Your moans were shut off by Porco snatching your hair up to Pieck’s saturated pussy taking in his cock with a grip you could visibly see.

Reiner and Porco’s chest were glistening with cold sweat as they fucked you and Pieck with meaning. You were on the verge of cumming and wanted to try to hold it, but Pieck latched her luscious lips on your clit, sucking and curling her tongue around you eagerly. Your screams were muffled as it vibrated Pieck’s pussy causing her to squirt on your face and Porco’s cock. Porco couldn’t believe he was living his dream right now, “ Fuck~ I guess you are worthy little something huh, so fucking sexy.” He rubbed your head during the time of you swirling your tongue on Pieck’s slightly tan pussy. Soon after, Porco gripped Pieck’s hips as he slowly overstimulated her pussy like Reiner was doing your creaming pussy, “ doing so good for me, Pieck. A fucking good girl, now make her squirt f’me, P’.”

Pieck begins to licking more rapidly with her moans vibrating your clit. Reiners pounding only added to your pleasure and soon you were soaking and creaming around his cock and on Pieck’s face. Her eyes closed as you squirted on it, taking in the taste of your juices as well. Reiner’s hand gripped harshly on the headboard of the bed you all were on and with a loud yell of your name he came inside of you with no hesitation. You were so glad that you went to the clinic for a check up and got on birth control, otherwise you would’ve been done for. Kids were not on your list but it was on Reiner’s list as he came inside of you seeing nothing except for hazy imaginary snowflakes as he looked at the ceiling. His chest on Pieck’s head as he breathed into her hair, only jumping up from how shook your body was and Porco’s scream as he came into Pieck’s pussy.

Pieck’s moans were so fucking cute to you. You would love to do this again with the three of them, only next time you wanted Porco for yourself. Reiner was perfect, yet you still wanted more. More was in Porco especially with the way he locked eyes with you when you looked up at him through low eyes. His chest raised up and down with the eyes of a person who wanted whatever was in front of them like a kid seeing their favorite plushy and wanting it. Reiner bent down to kissed your thigh whispering a raspy “ thank you” and you squeezed around his limp cock still inside of you. Nothing but a grunt was heard when you did that. He hoped what he heard from your dad wasn’t true. He didn’t want you to leave to go stay with a relative in the city, just to go to college. It’s a college here, a small one, but he hopes it’ll do. It’s also 30 miles away so why couldn’t you stay? Stay.

✧˖° Keith Shadis and Eren Kruger + Theo Magath + at a dinner party inside of your parents house

Your father and mother told you that they were having a dinner party with the residents of this town, mostly the higher ups and they told you to dress appropriately. They were wary of your definition of appropriate so they had to specify it two times for you to get it. And when you asked if you have to attend, the look on your mothers face told you your answer. You are their daughter and you’re gonna have to take over after your parents die. Generational farming was not for you. You’re definitely gonna be the one to end that curse.

The list of people that showed up was huge, luckily your house was huge enough for them. Everyone you had sex with was here probably, not that you care. They just better keep it quiet. The noise downstairs was filled with nothing but plates and untensils clattering with loud laughs and talks. You heard a portion of the older man you fucked until the topic of Kenny Ackerman came up.

You wanted to eavesdrop so bad, but thought otherwise because you wanted to finger yourself to the last encounter with the said man. With your head against your fluffy pink silk pillow and hands locked in the handcuffs you brought, you fingered yourself to the memories inside of your head of every person you fucked. You couldn’t help yourself and couldn’t stop fingering yourself as the noise drowned out. You didn’t even stop fingering yourself when Eren Kruger walked into your room, mislaying your room for the bathroom.

Kruger eyes were wide when he walked in on you knuckle deep inside of your pussy moaning multiple men names, some of them was friends of his like Erwin, Levi, Ackerman, Zeke, Hange, etc. he made the conclusion that you were the little fox his colleagues were spending weeks talking about like they were in love with you. God. You looked so pretty with your mouth formed in a little O as you struggled to get off due to your pink handcuffs on your wrist. He closed the door not so quietly causing you to gasp out at the sudden noise. Your eyes widened when you saw who it was. The man who came here three weeks ago to talk with your dad; he was with two other men though.

His grey eyes peeled into you before he spoke to you in a deep gruff voice, “ So you’re the infamous, { reader}. Such a beauty you are…” he stood there, eyeing you slowly closing your legs with your fingers now placed on your pretty stomach, over the fabric of your pretty white dress. Your thighs were what he wanted to be suffocated in and that’s exactly why he came closer to you. You tried to move back to sit up, but he shook his head and immediately you stopped moving like you were in a trance, “ Can I help you out, princess? Want to make you feel good and much better. Allow me to make you feel good, princess.”

You stared at him getting on his knees in his black trousers. You were eyeing the door, slithering your eyes back to him with a meek nod of your head. You were never shy but he had the aura to make you do so. Kruger didn’t waste any time pulling off your panties underneath your dress you were supposed to make your way down the stairs with, “ so pretty.” His deep voice caused you to clench at air and he chuckled with his head still under your dress. He licked a strip of your fat pussy, your body shuddering in response followed by a little whine, “ fuck, please continue.” Kruger obeyed you and took long and slow licks up and down your pussy. Older men and women have proven to be better at everything because you’ve never gripped the sheets just from three licks of your pussy.

Kruger enjoyed the taste of your pussy, wanting to suck that pretty, puffy clit. He sucked your clit with meaning causing you to raise up a little to bunch your dress up over your plump tummy revealing his pretty eyes already on you. His facial structure made him highly attractive outstandingly when he moved his tongue in a slow circle around your clit. You two were lost in each other’s eyes that when the door opened and closed you couldn’t hear it. Your head tilted back at how good he was eating your pussy, “ Just like that, mmm, Mr. Kruger I want more.” Girls in their 20s wasn’t his type because they’re so whiny and much younger than him, yet he couldn’t help groaning into your pussy at your whines.

A hand suddenly grabbed your chin, squeezing your cheeks together. Your eyes widened in high alert when you saw the sunken eyes of a man you were afraid of ever since he came here giving you a mean stare: Keith shadis was a man you genuinely feared and respected enough to want. Kruger hummed against your Pussy prior to speaking once he detached from you with a string of saliva and juice following, “ See you made it, shadis. Didn’t expect you to come in and join, consider me impressed.” Keith's eyes hardened at Kruger, turning to you before he captured your lips with a bruising, hard kiss. Your hips bucked into the air from the hot, steaming kiss you shared with the tall 6’6 man, they were both so tall and big. Keith broke from the kiss with a little peck on your chin and lips, “ Couldn’t let you have all the fun, haven’t had this much fun since 95’. Wouldn’t miss it, although her mouth looks a little bored, a little conniving whore like her needs a cock in her mouth to satisfy her. Who knows? She might even have an oral fixation and if she doesn’t, I’ll create it for her to have.”

Keith pushed you back on the bed, taking his shoes off to climb onto the bed with his knees on the side of your head— messing up your hair a little bit. He unbuckled his pants and his dick popped out slapping you on the forehead, he was uncircumcised yet still had a huge cock you wanted down your throat. You grabbed his cock at the same time Kruger pushed his tongue inside of your pussy, “ Augh-mmmph.” As soon as you opened your mouth, Keith shoved his cock down your throat, fucking your throat fast with a vicious grip on your hairstyle you got. It hurts so good. Theo opened the door and slide inside to watch with a cigar hanging out his mouth. His eyes was focused on how well you took Keith’s dick inside of your mouth. He looked down at his trousers and shifted. Keith and Kruger knew he was there but you didn’t. How could you when Keith’s groans and Kruger’s slurping was heard along with your muffled moans from the dick sucking you were happily doing.

Keith was in heaven once your tongue slid I’ve this veins and Kruger was in heaven when your pussy drowned his face in your juices. Theo Magath was just a bystander and man did he want to join— he’ll wait out his turn. While you were about to get fucked out by three older men, your family was downstairs with the men and women you already gave yourself to. Such a slut and your parents had no idea what you’ve been doing and what you’re doing right now. You heard them calling you downstairs, though you were too busy being used by all three men upstairs in your recent decorative room. After all, you are the Farmer’s daughter that turned into the town’s Slut. Therefore, you are now the Town’s Slut and you’re not going anywhere else any time soon.

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[marsbutterfly]

Oh, What A View

Summary: After the war is over, you are left to tend for the poor soldiers whose minds got broken in the process. One specific man catches your attention.

Warnings: unprotected, vaginal sex, creampie, cum leaking, oral sex (m! receiving), titty fucking, cum play, accidental voyeurism. | a/n: Hobo!Eren and Nurse! Reader concepts are originally aleks' (@princess-jaeger) <3

Wattpad! | Ao3! | Hobo! Eren Yeager x Nurse! Reader

“They did it!” The news broke loose not long after the event actually happened. All the newspapers, radio stations, and gossipers were talking about it, the end of the four-year-long war between Marley and the Mid-East forces had finally come to an end when a peace treaty was signed after the military destroyed their fleet.

Information traveled so fast that you were barely able to tell what was true and what wasn’t. The only concrete information you had was that Marley’s win was a real achievement and hundreds of mentally and physically scarred soldiers were on their way to your care.

It would take them a few days to get back from Fort Slava and, in the meantime, you find yourself preparing extra beds and blankets to care for those in need.

When the time goes by and the soldiers finally arrive, you watch closely as one of the warrior candidates assists a man who has been scared by the guard leading them towards the hospital, “ugh, typical,” you think to yourself, annoyed by the way those poor people are being treated. Not that there is anything you can do about it.

A week passes and, during those seven days, not a lot happens amidst the broken soldiers. It is a day like any other, medicine rounds begin going around and, with each passing patient, you mark an x next to their name. With the assistance of the other nurses, you get around pretty quickly.

“Has bed five B gotten her medication yet?” You ask one of the other nurses as you flip over the pages on your clipboard, not fully paying attention to what it is that they are currently talking about. If it didn’t involve the patients in your care, you wouldn’t give it a second thought.

“Yeah,” the short-haired nurse responds, dipping two of her fingers into the bag of chips. She brings the wavy food into her mouth before rubbing her fingers together, getting rid of the dust. It is more than clear to you that she doesn’t take her job very seriously, “The only one left is bed fourteen A.”

“Mr. Kruger?” You inquire, bringing the board close to your chest. The other woman shrugs, licking the orange powder off of her fingertips.

“He’s only willing to cooperate when you are the one doing his care,” she says and you can’t help but look away, a deep blush taking over your cheeks as you now stare at the ground. You had indeed been exchanging a few glances here and there with the man, but you wouldn’t think he would go as far as to refuse treatment from anyone but yourself.

Clearing your throat, you nod. With one hand, you bring the clipboard down towards your thigh, and with the other, you reach for a small cup containing a couple of pain pills, one antipsychotic and one antidepressant. It’s a decent cocktail, enough to cause a grown adult to relax.

The sound of your heels colliding with the floor fills the nearly empty hallway, the only exceptions being a few soldiers who sit in their designated wheelchairs, one of them with a book in hand as he reads the words on the page carefully and the other one slamming his head against the wall.

Your hand trembles, a nervous sweat dripping down the side of your head as you touch the handle on the door. The patient himself has never been anything but a gentleman but it is the people around him that worry you, after all, no more than a week has gone by since the military dumped the broken soldiers into the hospital.

With a deep breath, you enter the room without knocking. A small tv plays the same program it did the day before and the men and women sit around it like flies attracted to the light. A couple of them sit on a broken table, marked cards in their hands as they play a game similar to poker, though you can’t decipher what it is.

One woman, in particular, draws the same symbol over and over again with barely usable markers, mumbling words that feel like an incantation based on the number of times she has told you she is a witch. She is harmless overall, though can still be quite difficult when it comes the time to take her medicine.

With one glance around the room, you come to the conclusion that the patient you are searching for is nowhere to be seen inside the small room and it means that he could either be sitting on the bench outside or simply lying in bed in his room.

Making sure not to touch anyone, you make your way towards the massive window, eyes searching for the long-haired man in question. Once you realize that you can’t find him, you decide that it is time to look in the very last place and, if he wasn’t there, you would have to call the guards.

So you rush up the stairs towards the last room on the third floor, where all the physically disabled patients were being kept. It seemed like extremely poor management, considering that most of them weren’t able to walk down the stairs, but it is not like the Marleyan government cared about these men too much.

From underneath the door, you see a shadow hopping around on crutches and it could only mean that he is awake. Unlike the other nurses, you like to knock on the door, making sure that they understand how valuable their privacy is to you. 

Inside the room, a low, husky voice speaks as the shadow is now facing towards the wooden surface, “Come on in.” Your heart skips a beat for a second, the tone of his voice is deep and you can feel a dreamy sigh exhaling from your body as you twist the doorknob.

“Mr. Kruger?” You inquire, peaking your head inside the room, the hand that holds the medicine cup also bringing the clipboard closer to your body. His emerald green eye pierces right through you and a warmth grows on your face, even if there is absolutely no light to them, “I’m passing around medication.”

“Ah, I see,” the man exhales a response, extending the hand that does not hold the crutch forward to take it out of your hands. You wish you could offer him some juice or even water to drink the medication with but such luxuries were forbidden. It doesn’t seem to bother him in the slightest, however. 

He takes a deep breath before swinging his head and the cup backward. You can see the movement of his neck as he swallows the pills with amusing ease. Once he is done, his tongue brushes through chapped lips, moisturizing the area as best as he possibly can.

“Thank you, ma’am,” he says in that exact same low voice, not shifting it in the slightest. You can feel as his eyes go through your body, taking in the full image of your silhouette and you can’t help but tug at the edge of your skirt, pulling it down in hopes of calming yourself down.

He begins to take a few steps closer and you feel as your legs gain a life of their own, backing your body against the door as you use your free hand to search for the handle, desperately looking for an out. Before you have time to fully take in what is happening, the man is standing before you, his hand touching the wood a little off to the side as he traps you in the space between the door and his body.

The man doesn’t say anything, he simply stands there. His breath is warm and there is a familiar scent to it though you can’t fully identify what it is. One of his eyes is bandaged up and you bring your hand to his face, your thumb brushing against the cloth gently so as not to hurt him.

“Does it hurt?” You ask, cursing yourself for saying it out loud and he shrugs.

“I have gotten used to it at this point,” is all he replies with. He eventually lets go of the crutch, now using your body to balance himself up. His grip on your waist is tight as his fingernails dig through your skin through the cloth of your clothes, but you don’t complain. In fact, it feels good to have him touch you.

You can’t help but exhale loudly, dropping the clipboard in your hand to the ground. When it collides with the surface, it makes a loud sound and immediately the man brings his index finger over your lips, telling you to shush, even if he knows that nobody would care about it, not the nurses and not the broken soldiers.

His lips ghost above yours, so close that you can already taste them, though he doesn’t give in so easily, he wants you to speak, he likes to hear your voice, “Tell me something you have never told anyone,” he requests.

It takes you a second to think and, in that time, he has lifted the edge of your dress, fingers brushing through the silk of your underwear as he carefully watches as the fabric makes its way past your thighs. He doesn’t stop until he can see your belly button, that’s when he shifts his focus to opening the front of your uniform.

You can’t find any words seeing as your brain betrays you, all of your thoughts are targeted at the man’s touch. His vision is focused on you and, without breaking eye contact, his mouth closes on your right nipple. Eren sucks on the hardened bud while your eyes are closed shut in pleasure. 

He lets go of the nipple with a pop, then proceeds to bite down, blow a bit of cool air, and watch it as it becomes erect, then goes back to sucking on the bug. Licking, biting, sucking. It goes on. You couldn’t help the erotic sounds that come from deep within your throat.

Lust exploded from a place inside his chest and he couldn’t help but let it take over his actions. You cradle his head against yours; keeping him in place. Letting go of your nipple, he moves on to your left breast to give it the same attention. 

Though before he resumes the activity, he asks you the question again, a firmer tone this time and a threat of stopping if you didn’t respond quickly. You scramble to find something inside of your nearly empty mind but finally, something comes up.

“I have a collection of sex toys,” you whisper underneath your breath, afraid that anyone but him would hear your confession. He smiles, bringing his lips around your nipple once more before giving it the attention you so desperately craved. With every flick of his tongue, you could feel the wetness as it pooled in your underwear. “Now will you tell me your first name?”

You puff out your chest, giving him better access to your previously hidden breast. Your arms are pressed against the wall, hands balled into fists as you try and turn your head away from the scene in embarrassment. 

The man pulls your body towards him but before you have a chance to collapse against his chest, he is pressing you against the window, your cheeks against the glass as he pulls your underwear to the side, wanting to make this nothing more than a quickie, “Eren, Eren Kruger.”

You feel the head of his cock bumping between your legs, seeking for the entrance to your aching core. Closely after, it began to push slowly into you. The sensation as he filled your cunt wasn't one you had felt in a while, not even on those private, lonely occasions when you’d lay in bed, thinking about him and the encounters you have shared in the past.

You brace yourself against the window as the man buries his length all the way inside of you. Your fantasies seemed so pathetic now, the idea that he would be gentle? Nothing more than a distant dream as Mr. Kruger was known, by you specifically, to be quite rough when he is fucking you.

It isn’t his fault, he would say, there is just something about your juicy, puffy pussy that would make all of his senses go out of the window and he would only be able to think with the head of his cock.

Your breath caught in your throat. The pleasure was gathering inside of you. Every thrust drove you further toward ecstasy. You mouthed something incoherent at the streetlights on the wide road below. His hands on your hip pulled and pushed you as he slammed his cock into you, again and again, fucking you careless of your comfort, like you were just a thing, a doll.

Your breasts are pressed against the window, hands gripping at the curtains as tightly as you can while supporting both of your bodies, he holds you up by wrapping his arms underneath your knees and his cock never leaves the warmth of your cunt, not even for a second.

“People might see us,” you say, drool pooling on the corner of your lips. Wetness drips down your pussy, coating not only his member but the back of your thighs. He is rough, rougher than usual but at every step, no matter how tough his words are, he makes sure that you are ok.

“Then let them see,” he hisses, pumping his hips forward while lowering your body on his cock, allowing more of his length to enter your aching cunt and you gasp, eyes rolling to the back of your head in pleasure, “Let them see what a slut you are.”

“Mr. Kruger,” you moan his name quietly, trying to attract as little attention to you as possible, “It feels so good.” Your underwear is still pulled to the side but the fabric now comes in contact with your throbbing clit, rubbing the area ever so gently with his every thrust. A heartbeat passes and you correct yourself, “Eren.”

“I know what you like,” he says and you can tell he has a shit-eating grin on his face just by the way his voice sounded. You open your eyes to make sure nobody is watching the two of you, gripping the curtains hard in the process before allowing your head to fall backward.

A part of you secretly wishes that somebody would walk in, that somebody would catch the two of you in the most embarrassing of situations and you would have to acknowledge that you were having filthy sex with one of your patients, but you would rather live in denial.

He shifts ever so gently and finally hits the spot he was so desperately searching for, you have to bite down on your lip not to let out a loud gasp. You clench your butthole tightly, squeezing your muscles around him and he giggles, an amused laugh as he continues to pound into you, “Here, huh?” He teases.

You want to respond with an insult, something to wipe that smug smirk off of his lips but your vocal cords and your brain betray you at that moment and all you can think about is how delicious it feels to be fucked by him. 

The man proceeds to place the tip of your toes onto the window’s sill, spreading your folds apart and giving the passing people on the outside of the facility a perfect view of your stuffed pussy. It’s embarrassing and you can’t help but blush, but not a single part of you wishes to stop.

The man’s long hair sticks to the side of his neck, sweat exhaling from his pores with every thrust of his unstable hips, his mustache is coated in a layer of fluids and he readjusts for a second, pressing your body even further up against the window, your nipples becoming hard as they come in contact with the cold glass.

He brings his lips towards your neck, his tongue generously going through every inch of skin available, the bun on your hair, once elegant and now messy, threatens to fall and if it wasn’t for the lack of one of his legs, Eren would have already used his hand to take it down.

Your nails are rough and so is he, gravity leaving you bouncing on his cock harder and deeper than usual. Suddenly you don’t care that people outside might see you, you don’t care about anything but the angling of your lover’s hips and his ragged breaths against your neck.

“Keep moving just like that, baby,” he whispers against your skin and you take his words as an incentive to continue moving yourself on his cock.

You wrap an arm around his shoulder as you feel yourself unraveling and you moan into the glass. You are still trembling when he lowers you down, gripping one hand to your waist. Even though his pace now is faster than before, a hard thrust that shoves you forward into the window, and bracing your hand against the glass, you beg him for more. You need him now, need him closer than it is possible for two people to be.

“You’re going to make me come, Eren,” you say and he presses your body further against the window with a thudding sound, while the ripping of your underwear can also be heard. The cloth simply falls to the ground.

“Then come for me baby,” when finally you feel yourself tightening around his cock, a wave of an intense orgasm washing over you, you rock your hips against him, Eren moaning with you at the feel of your quivering muscles. You want people to see you now, to see them gasping in jealousy.

He witches, holding you perfectly in place for a few seconds, and his warm cum begins to flow inside of you, filling your body with sensations you could never grow too used to. So much comes out that eventually, you felt as the warmth began to squirt onto the glass and down your thighs.

Not a word leaves his lips so you are the first one to break the silence, “You made a mess, Mr. Kruger. Would you like me to clean it up?” A devious smile curls into his lips, though you cannot see it for he is hiding his face on the back of your neck, but you can feel as the corners twitch in excitement.

Slowly and carefully, he raises your body one more time, pulling his cock out from its newly found home inside of you. Your toes touch the ground, finding footing enough for the rest of your feet. It’s a slow process but, soon enough, you find yourself kneeling before him.

You raise his shirt and begin to kiss his stomach, starting just above the belly button. His body collides with the window, one hand searching for balance as he holds onto the ledge while the other is tangled around the back of your head, playing with your hair in a desperate attempt to show you what he has in mind. You cooperate slowly, letting him guide you down. It takes less than a minute before your mouth gets to the happy trail above his pubes.

His cock is right there, inches from your face. You hesitate for a second, wondering if a blowjob would be the best way to reward him. You decide on something better but, to prepare him for it, you run your tongue along the shaft, getting it wet with your saliva and you can taste the mixture of your juices and his, it’s still warm and quite salty.

It’s difficult and messy to navigate with just your mouth, but you do the best you can. Starting with kitten licks along his slit. The taste of his cum floods your tongue making you salivate.

You meet his eyes to find him still smiling, the corner of his mouth pulling up more into a smirk. He knows what he is doing to you. So you continue your motions down his shaft. Licking lightly along veins, drool escaping as you do. 

Clearly, this was the wrong choice, everything about this situation seemed wrong. As soon as you are halfway down, he begins to set the pace and it is relentless. Using you a hole more than a person.

You remove him from your mouth and move your hands towards your chest, unbuttoning the uniform you wear. Your hard nipples tingle in the cool air. You move up again, breasts large enough to cover his entire cock. He looked down at you in shock, but the devious smirk on his lips never ceased.

"I want you to cum between my tits,” you announce to him, knowing that is exactly the kind of stuff he wants to hear you say.

He simply moans as he thrust up against you. You respond by moaning as well, your breasts have always been sensitive, and react to his hips being pushed against them quite well. His hands come down, joining yours in squeezing your breasts around his cock. "Oh, shit." He hisses, his thrusting speeding up as he finds a rhythm, "You feel amazing."

You smile up at him. He doesn’t look like he'd last much longer, "That's it, baby, fuck my tits. Cum all over them."

"Uh... ohh fuck..." that is all he manages to say as a warning, his fingers begin digging onto the soft skin of your breasts, and his cock starts pulsing in its place between your boobs. You can feel wetness spreading, most of it being squeezed out and forming in a pool on your cleavage.

You continue to rub the shaft, looking at the mess he made. You can’t control yourself and your mind slowly slips away, rubbing his warm cum all over. There was enough to cover your breasts in his cum and have left over on your fingers. "There is so much, baby, and you just came not too long ago.”

“You’re just so fucking hot,” he pants, removing his hand from your breast to bring his cum coated fingers towards your lips. He pushes through gently, silently asking for permission before you open wide to receive him.

Your tongue swirls around his digits, fully taking in the flavors he is offering you. The viscous liquid drips against your taste buds and you continue to do so until his fingers are removed from your mouth completely clear, the only thing still coating them is a thick layer of your saliva.

As he places his cock back into his pants, Eren shakes his head, removing the hair from his eye. You are still on your knees, searching in your pockets for something that could be used as a tissue to clean the cum off of your bare chest.

“No,” Eren says, his voice is firm and it echoes through the almost completely empty room. You pause your movements for a second, wondering what he is talking about before he continues, “I want you to have my cum on your chest until you go home. A little reminder of me.”

“But, Mr. Kruger,” you try to reason with him, watching as he extends you a hand in the hopes of assisting you as you get up, “People will know.”

“After the little show we just gave them,” he smirks, buttoning up the top and covering your cum soaked cleavage, “I doubt many people don’t know about it already.”

You can’t help but blush in embarrassment, flustered cheeks facing away from him as you try to hide your emotions from him. You didn’t know what came over you, a public display such as the one you just experienced, and with an eldian no less, oh what the marleyan government would do to you if they figured it out.

A thousand thoughts go through your head in the span of a minute or so. Unconsciously, you begin to gather around your clipboard and the papers that fell out of it while you were busy being kissed by the man, and, before you have time to realize it, he has already walked out of the door and is on his way out of the courtyard.

You wipe away the steam off the window to find him sitting on the bench, he props his body up on the crutches as he speaks with one of the clinically insane patients. It takes a second for you to realize it is one of your patients, so you begin to make your way down the stairs, carefully enough not to fall but moving your feet at an incredibly quick pace.

Once you are finally there, you speak to him again, “I’m sorry, I looked away for two seconds,” you say, though your voice trembles with the thoughts of how the two of you were linked together mere moments ago. He shrugs, no light in his eyes.

“I don’t care,” he says, pretending not to know you. You knew how little you meant to him but still, to hear not a shred of empathy in his voice was enough to cause your heart to break. So you simply sigh, putting on a fake smile.

As you walk away, arm wrapped around your patient, you feel a cold breeze down against your free pubes and you finally realize that nothing is protecting your cunt, “Where are my panties?” You ask yourself silently, looking back at the man with a desperate look on your face, only to realize he has the cloth attached to his nostril, taking in a deep whiff out of it before placing it into his pocket, a smile on his face. That man was truly a devil.

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[ficsforeren]

Eternity

Pairing: Eren Jaeger X Female Reader

Genre: War AU, Angst, Romance, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn

Summary: Would you love someone if your days are numbered? A tragic love story between a soldier who’s trying to find a purpose in life and a blind girl who is stripped away of her freedom.

Content Warnings: Graphic description of death and murder, sexual assault on women, oppression, physical abuse, alcohol consumption, swearing.

Word Count: 25k+

Poster art by the most talented @rainbuniart

“You ever slept with a girl?”

A twenty-one-year-old boy, with eyes greener than the forest under the blazing sun, choked on his alcohol. It was his fifth time drinking one, but he never did it out of his own desire. Being a new soldier in the Marleyan army meant that he had to obey what his seniors ordered him to do. Whether it was to lay his weapon on his shoulder and chug on a bottle of vodka during duty, or behead a prisoner and watch their blood drenching the snow. The young soldier never had an option.

A soldier should not ask questions even when they are dying from curiosity. He had learned it the hard way during training. That was why he always pretended like he understood—and accepted—everything that was happening around him. That was just how the world naturally worked. The world was cruel. There was no beauty in it. Only those who had tossed away their hearts and conscience could survive. Have a heart and you’ll die before the next sunrise, that was what he was taught during his first month of service.

 The dark brown-haired boy, known by the name Eren Kruger, rubbed his nape. He had his shoulder-length hair cut short ever since he joined the army, giving him a fresh undercut look that failed to protect his nape from the winter breeze. His skin was sun-kissed but crimson still painted the tips of his ears, a sign that his body was sensitive to cold, even when he was dressed warmly in a thick beige coat—a Marleyan uniform that he wore with a proud look on his face and shame in his chest. Kruger was not his real surname but it was the name he had to get familiar with. 

Eren was one of the latest additions to the Marleyan army that “protected” their neighbor country, Eldian. At least, that was how he was told anyway. Deep down inside, he always had a different belief of his own. Marley wasn’t protecting the Eldians from other countries that wanted its minerals and natural resources. Marley was monopolizing Paradis and made it its slave for their benefit. But Eren knew better not to speak his thoughts aloud. He still valued his life too much, no matter how meaningless his life felt to him at the moment.

But then again, why must his life matter when people around him were dying just because they tried to find their sanctuaries? Why must he fill his life with laughter when children were getting beaten to the ground, their heads smashed under combat boots, just because they asked for more bread? 

The world was unfair, and Eren used to be scared of hell. But this… This life he was living at the moment… It already tasted like one. 

“Excuse me?” Eren tried to keep his voice down. Being in the middle of the winter season was already enough reason for his cheeks to bloom in the color of the evening sky. He did not need the older man to make him look even more flustered.

“I’m asking you, kid.” A man who was in his late thirties scratched the untrimmed beard on his chin. His name was Theo Magath, a strict commander of Eren’s division. Although he was nine centimeters shorter than the younger soldier, Magath was stronger and more experienced in every way. Eren feared him the most, though the other man regarded him as his new companion on battlefields. “Have you ever slept with a girl before?”

“Permission to speak freely, Sir?”

“Permission granted.”

Eren still hesitated, teeth nibbling against the inside of his cheeks. “Forgive me if I’m rude, but,” he cautiously spoke as he bowed down a little and returned the bottle to the older man. “I believe you’ve drunk too much of this.”

“And you’ve drunk too little,” the man said, his laugh boisterous when he pushed the alcohol to Eren’s chest. “Go drink up a little more.”

“But we’re on duty.”

“Yeah, to watch a bunch of teenagers collects those damn branches from the wood,” Magath scoffed. “I doubt they’re gonna start up a revolution any moment from now, so drink.”

“Sir—”

“Drink.”

The way mirth in his voice suddenly vanished almost sent shivers down his spine. Eren nodded, taking another sip. He knew his tolerance limit and he wouldn’t pass it. He only swallowed the liquid to be polite and perhaps, just to keep himself warm. He didn’t intend to be drunk like the older soldier.

“I haven’t,” Eren admitted with a quiet voice. “I haven’t… done it with anyone.”

“Thought so.” Magath chuckled. “When’s your birthday?”

“March thirtieth.”

“It’s still a couple of months from now, huh?” The man yawned loudly, and puffs of warm breaths appeared in the cold air. “Hey, why don’t we celebrate early? I’ll get you the best girl from our place. You can take a few hours off and have fun with her. Think of it as a birthday present from me.”

That place, Eren knew, was referring to the military brothel that was stationed at their campsite. On some nights, those girls came to visit their barracks and perform their duties as the Comfort Women to satisfy the soldiers’ needs. And any other times, officers would stand properly in line, waiting to enter one of the twenty rooms in the brothel to satisfy their sexual desire. 

It was always physical, nothing more and nothing less. They were used as toys—objects to fill the men’s thirsts. They were not prostitutes; they were forced to become one. Those young girls were kidnapped from the streets or, more often, deceived by the Marleyan government that they would get a better future if they worked for them. They ended up working as sex slaves—each person serving about a hundred military personnel per month, and if they weren’t cooperative, they would get beaten to death. 

Their bodies belonged to the army, raped and tortured.

Eren never came to visit that place. He hated it with all his heart, every nerve of his body shouting in disgust. And whenever those women came to their barracks, he would leave with his shotgun strapped to his back, disappearing into the woods. He preferred spending the night sorting out his thoughts near the frozen lake than forcing himself on some lady he didn’t know. Even the thought of it made him nauseous. It was wrong. Those women never deserved to be treated that way, but Eren was weak and powerless. There was nothing he could do.

“No, thank you,” Eren declined, feeling agitated all of a sudden. “I’m fine.”

“What, do you prefer men?”

“No, Sir. I just…” The boy took a deep breath, calming himself down and trying to sound less offensive. He put a lot of effort into not saying things like ‘I don’t want to commit more sins than I already have done’ or ‘it stands against my values to rape women, unlike you and the rest of immoral idiots here’. After a few seconds of battling inside his head, he decided to utter, “I just don’t feel like it.” 

It was safe. It was simple. It was a lie.

“You don’t feel like having sex?” Magath snorted, repulsed by the thought. “The fuck is wrong with you?”

It burned bright, the rage inside his chest. “I just don’t feel like raping someone, Sir.” Not until his sentence ended, did Eren realize that he was almost growling at the older man. His heart plummeted to his stomach. Immediately, he stood in front of his superior, performing a ninety-degree bow. “My deepest apologies, Commander! I was out of line! I will take any kind of punishment for my words!”

Something glinted in the older man’s eyes, but whatever it was, he decided to ignore it. “It’s fine,” Magath said and Eren bowed once more before he scooted back to his position. His heart was thumping loud behind his rib cages. 

The boy straightened his back and kept his eyes once more on a group of young Eldians, walking in line carrying twigs in their arms. Their jackets were much thinner if being compared to his, tattered with plenty of holes in them. And when Eren wore a warm, fur hat to protect his hair from snowflakes, they had none. The young soldier felt sorry for them, but it seemed like he was the only one with empathy in this place. 

There was a little boy, with cheeks red and scratched by the falling snow, struggling to keep his wobbly feet on the ground. He was carrying more branches than his little arms could handle. The weight was too much and the snow was too deep for him to walk on and he fell, his face hitting piles of ice. The twigs he carried scattered everywhere. He was frustrated but he didn’t cry. Eren was amazed.

But then a soldier came over, slamming the end of his gun to the little boy’s head and screaming at him to get up. He hit him again, and again, and again until Eren could see the tear on his skin, fresh blood dripping down from the side of his temple.

Eren’s hold on his gun tightened.

“Careful, kid,” Magath reminded him, his voice as eerie as the night during an eclipse. Eren shuddered, but not from the cold. “You’re a kind young man, I know that much. But your kind values are the ones that are going to get you killed someday.”

Eren turned his head to look at the man, his eyes weren’t blinking. “Sir…?”

“Listen to me.” Magath locked his eyes with the soldier and Eren felt like he was being choked instead. “These Eldian people are vicious. That little boy you see there may look hopeless now, but he was ready to stab Galliard's neck with a fork just to get more food less than a week ago. And women, especially, are even more dangerous. They betray us. They won’t hesitate to kill us in our sleep. We can’t trust them, Eren.”

Eren stayed still, though his mind was screaming: but we’re not that better either.

“They don’t deserve to be treated like people,” Magath continued, “Treat them like toys. You don’t share feelings with toys, do you? You play with them.”

Eren swallowed, his throat felt like it was made of sand. “And what do I do when I get bored with them, Sir?” the boy asked because that was what the man wanted to hear. Theo Magath didn’t want to witness kindness, sincerity, or mercy. He, just like any other soldiers here, craved power, grief, and lust.

Magath smiled, his eyes shimmering like a proud father’s. 

“Then, it’s time to throw them away.”

***

Eren jolted awake when he heard a man screaming. He didn’t realize that he had fallen asleep for a few seconds on his feet, swallowed by the boredom of seeing the constant movements of young men collecting dry branches to build campfires that night. His head spun toward the source, his chest tightening at the sight. There, a few meters away from him, stood a very tall, well-built Marleyan soldier with short, coarse-looking dark hair that reached to his neck. A thin beard decorated his jawline, his smirk was nothing but menacing. His name was Kenny Ackerman.

He loomed tall as he beat a young man—who was probably around Eren’s age—to the cold, freezing ground. The branches fell out of the boy's arms, meeting the earth almost without a sound. A splotch of blood spilled from his mouth when Kenny landed a harsh kick on his stomach, painting the snow like angry lipstick smeared on a blank canvas. His light ash-brown hair was falling over his eyes, concealing them.

Kenny Ackerman was his senior, but even if he weren’t, Eren still wouldn’t dare to stop him. That man was twice his size, with arms strong enough to break his wrists in seconds. Eren’s mind was telling him to not lift a muscle—that if he tried to stop the older man from beating the boy to death, he would meet his end that day as well. But his heart was thumping loud, sending a rush of adrenaline to course through his veins. He was old enough to know better, but his body was filled with young blood. Before he knew it, Eren made a step forward. It was probably his luck when another male appeared, kneeling in front of the soldier to beg for forgiveness.

It was another Eldian, as old as Eren was but seemed five times younger in appearance. He had a mop of golden hair, his body was frail and not as tall as the boy he was protecting. For a split second, Eren caught a glimmer of his irises. They were cerulean, as deep as the bottomless sea, as bright as the cloudless sky. 

“Please let me explain,” he pleaded with two hands surrendering in the air, beseeching for mercy. “It was just a misunderstanding. My brother meant no harm.”

But Kenny Ackerman was not known for being kind. He was famous for being ruthless, the death reaper of the army who enjoyed robbing the light of his victim's eyes. While Eren had never taken a life before—be it the Eldians or Marleyan soldiers who assaulted him by pushing him down into a frozen lake in the middle of the night—Kenny had killed hundreds. Eren knew that for a fact, because for every kill he did, that man carved a line on his barrack’s wall. The lines had become so many that Eren couldn’t see the original color of the wall anymore.

Kenny grasped the blonde-haired boy by his neck, lifting his hand until his feet could no longer touch the ground. His blue eyes started to water, croaking in pain as his fingers clawed frantically against the soldier's wrist.  

“That fucking brat tried to take a sip of my coffee,” Kenny bellowed, nudging his head to the other Eldian who was lying on the ground, his blood pooling in his mouth. “You think I can forgive him just like that?”

The boy coughed, pale skin turning scarlet as he was smothered by his large hand. His feet erratically moved in the air, trying to find a ground to stand on while his lungs were screaming for air. He was choking, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. A few seconds more and it would be over. A few seconds more then his blue eyes wouldn’t glimmer as radiantly. They would be dark. Hollow. Dead.

But Kenny had a change of heart. Instead of murdering him, the violent man tossed him back to the ground.

“Armin…” The other boy—the Eldian who Armin tried to protect so desperately—called, reaching out a hand to touch his brother who was gasping loudly. Eren felt a shiver running through his spine when he heard him speak in his Eldian language. It was clear that the Marleyan government had declared that all Eldians should abandon their mother tongue. They were only allowed to speak in Marleyan or to not speak at all. Break this rule and you would be starved for two days. Do it again and you’d have your tongue cut off. Hearing how he just spoke to his brother in his native language, Eren thought of two things: it was either he was rebelling or just plain stupid. 

Surely, that word had consequences. Eren wasn’t surprised when the Eldian boy received another blow to his stomach.

What he didn’t expect, however, was when Armin slapped his hand away. “Jean!” he screamed. “Know your place!”

Jean looked like he stopped breathing for a second. So many things appeared in his eyes: from being confused to afraid until it finally ended with redeemed anger. Slowly, and painfully, Jean crawled to his stomach and pressed his forehead to the ground, bowing to his punisher.

“I’m sorry,” Jean muttered, his voice quavering and Eren knew that it wasn’t from the fear. It was from the wrath he tried to bottle inside his chest. Eren also noticed that tears were lining down his cheeks, but his sobs couldn’t be heard, muted by his gritted teeth. It was an agonizing sight to behold.

Armin kneeled next to him, imitating his posture, bowing deeply until his forehead met the ground. “Please, Sir… Show us some mercy…”

Kenny guffawed, looking delighted for the power he had over them. He placed one foot on Jean’s head, pressing it down until he screamed when the skin on his forehead broke and bled. “I can’t hear you, little boy,” the soldier said, his smile growing wider. “Come on, apologize some more. I’m sure even pigs like you can do it.”

Eren felt his heart stir. His hold around his shotgun was getting tighter, his nails turning white.

Panic painted Armin’s face as he watched Jean's blood seeping through the snow. “S-sir,” he crawled forward, latching one hand against Kenny's boots. “Let him go—"

“Don’t touch me!” Kenny kicked his face and Armin fell to his side, shaky hands covering his torn lip.

“I’m sorry!” Jean, unable to contain the agony, screamed. “I said I’m sorry, so please!” He sobbed, his face sinking in the snow. “Please let us go…”

Kenny released him with a satisfied grin. “Listen to your big brother, little boy,” he said, spitting on Jean’s limp body. “Know your place.” He took his leave with his chin tilted up in arrogance.

The ruckus ended there. The two boys were still lying helplessly on the ground, trying to catch their breaths and steady their hearts. The crowd around them—another bunch of powerless Eldians—tried to not pay attention to them even when their hands were itching to help. They continued walking with their heads hung low, hugging the branches close to their chest like they were ordered to before the sun sank below the horizon.

Eren felt sick. Everything was wrong. The world was not supposed to roll like this. It wasn’t supposed to resemble hell. 

The young soldier walked with hurried steps toward the boys. He was the only one who was brave enough to examine their conditions. Jean, head raised in suspicion, scowled at him when he was close enough. He was like a cornered wolf, a raging flame in his eyes even his whole body was aching. Eren did not mind his anger. He had expected it.

Armin, on the other hand, was simply cautious. “Sir.” He bowed to Eren as he did to Kenny before, with his palms and forehead pressed against the ice. His voice was still quivering, his shoulders shaking both from pain and fear.

“Stand up,” Eren commanded, not too loud, not too firm. “Stand up and hide before the others come to check on you.”

Armin lifted his head, gazing at him with confusion in his eyes. “But…” His gaze shifted to the pile of branches that were scattered on the ground. “T-the branches—I haven’t finished—”

“I’ll tell them you’re done for the day.” He picked the other man up by his arm. “What’s your name?”

Armin tucked his chin down, anxious. “A-Armin Arlert, Sir…”

Eren took an old handkerchief from his pocket—one that his mother gave him during his departure—and handed it to the boy. “Here.”

The shorter boy blinked in bewilderment, perhaps contemplating whether Eren was just playing tricks on him. “S-sir?”

“To wipe your blood,” Eren explained, observing the deep cut on the corner of his mouth. “Don’t use your clothes, you’ll get germs on the wound.”

Armin’s shaky eyes searched his, wanting to decipher what was hidden between them but Eren kept his face guarded. “Y-yes, Sir, thank you…”

“I assume that’s your brother?”

Armin helped Jean return to his feet. “Yes. His name is Jean.”

“All right.” Eren tried to put on a reassuring smile. It was so rare to see a Marleyan soldier smile in such a benign way that it left the two boys stunned. “Armin, I want you to pick up your brother and find someplace safe to spend the night. There’s a lake two kilometers away from here. Keep walking south and you’ll find it. It’s safe, I’m the only one who knows that place. No one will find us over there. Sneak out an hour before dawn. There are fewer guards during that time. I’ll bring you guys some food.”

Jean, who was not as kind and trusting as his brother was, sent him a vicious glare. “Why should we trust you?” he bitterly asked. “Why should we believe that this isn’t just a sick plan of yours to get us killed?” 

“Jean,” Armin called, his tone demanding silence from the other man. “Behave.”

“Because if I really wanted to kill you,” Eren replied. “You’d be dead by now.” 

Jean didn’t look so assured but his eyes did flash toward the shotgun that Eren held in his hand. His fingers were nowhere near the trigger.

“Go clean up your wounds,” Eren reminded, “If you’re too late, there’s a possibility you’ll get infected. Medicine is scarce around here, even so for Eldians.”

Although he was better at masking it, Armin still seemed stupefied from receiving this kind of treatment, especially coming from one of the Marleyan’s soldiers. “But we—”

“We don't have time to argue,” Eren cut him short, only then did he sound stern. He needed to step away right now before he raised any kind of suspicion. “Just do as I say and keep yourself safe. Please.”

And then he left, leaving the two boys with frowns breaking on their faces.

For the first time in his life, Eren felt good.

For the first time in his life, he finally knew how it felt like to be human.

***

“So your name’s Jean?” Eren questioned as he gave him enough food to keep the boy alive for another day. Jean’s intense light brown eyes shimmered in delight when his nose caught a whiff of bread. His stomach growled, begging for attention.

“Don't call me that,” he snapped back, taking the loaf of bread without saying a word of gratitude. He took a huge bite, chewing loudly as he muttered, “I don’t want a Marleyan calling my name. That’s fucking disgusting.”

“But you’re eating the food I gave you.”

“Shut up.”

“I’m sorry,” Armin joined in, sighing at his sibling's behavior. “He has no manners whatsoever.”

“I do have manners,” Jean corrected, licking his thumb from the breadcrumbs. “But unlike you, I just don’t feel like playing a goody two shoes around those fuckers, including him.”

Eren, weirdly, found his attitude amusing rather than insulting. “Still don’t trust me yet, do you?”

Jean didn’t even spare him a glance. He strolled away, taking a seat at the edge of the frozen lake, picking up pebbles and throwing them aimlessly.

“Jean isn’t always like this, you know,” Armin said, scooting closer to the brunette. They were both out of Jean’s hearing. The blonde male thanked him when Eren pushed a bottle of vodka in his direction. He might not like the taste of it, but it did a great job at keeping his body warm. “He used to be all fun and cheery.”

But now he’s bitter and spiteful. “Him? Cheery?” Eren almost chuckled. “Doesn’t seem like it fits.”

“He was annoying but… Kind.”

The melancholy in Armin’s voice made him wonder. “I guess everybody changed during the war, huh?” And not for the better, Eren mused, turning pensive. Including me.

Armin looked up and saw how the sky was faintly painted with a light shade of red and orange. Maybe they still had a little time to talk before the sun came up and they had to return to reality. “Jean and I aren’t families by blood,” he said, his voice a bit hollow, just like his stare. “But to me, he feels like one. We’ve been best friends since forever so I always thought of him as my sibling. We were neighbors, that was how we knew each other. One day, as we were walking back from school, a group of Marleyan soldiers entered our block and killed everyone in sight. I thought something happened. I thought we were punished. But these men… they were laughing. I got fifteen, I got twenty, they said, counting the bodies. They were playing games.”

It was horrifying, he thought, the fact that these soldiers murdered people for fun. But it wasn’t as eerie as the way Armin retold the story—empty eyes staring far away into the night, his soul breaking with every word he spoke. But his voice was steady. Emotionless. He was numb. The tiny hairs on Eren's nape rose in dread but he kept his lips shut and his ears perked up.

“I invited Jean and his mother into my home since we had a basement we could use as a hiding place,” Armin continued, hugging his knees to his chest, sniffling from the cold. Eren wanted to steal some clothes for him to wear, but it would be impossible for other soldiers not to notice him. “We thought we were safe there when suddenly, two soldiers broke through our front door. Our parents tried to buy us some time to run away and his mother trusted me with her son’s life. I was only ten back then, Jean was just as young. But she thought I was smarter, that I would find a way to keep her son safe. But I was so frightened, I couldn't think. I couldn’t do anything. So I hid in a closet with Jean plastered against me, and we waited until the soldiers went away. I remember how tightly we pressed our hands against our ears because we knew things wouldn’t end well. It only took a few minutes, three gunshots, and a train of laughter coming from the Marleyan men. Then it was all… silence.” Armin breathed deeply. “The next thing we knew, when we stepped down from the closet, our feet were soaked in our parents’ blood. And we covered our mouths as we cried. We didn’t make a sound. ”

Eren sat frozen. He never had the chance to console someone before, and he wasn’t certain whether Armin needed one. Unsure of what to say, he murmured, “I’m sorry.”

Armin smiled, warm as the sunlight. “Don’t be. It wasn't your fault.” He took the bottle from the soldier’s hand, taking another chug. “I’m sorry for rambling like this. What I’m trying to say is that… Jean used to be happy. He was a nice kid, but losing people you love tends to do that to you”

They both went quiet. Armin spent his time staring at Jean’s back, who was now trying to make small cracks on the edge of the lake. Eren, on the other hand, was busy trying to process all of the information he just received.

“Don’t look so sad,” Armin chastised gently. “I didn’t tell you my story so I could be pitied. I shared about my past so you’d realize that even after all these things that happened, Jean and I are still here. Alive and breathing. And it’s partially because of you.”

“Me?” Eren asked, startled. “I barely did anything.”

Armin gave him a knowing look. “I saw you back then. When that guy was strangling me, I saw you holding your gun like you were ready to shoot him. And a part of me believed that if he did hurt me more than that, you would’ve pulled the trigger for me.”

Eren turned scarlet. He wasn’t aware that he did that. Did his body move on its own?

“Am I wrong,” Armin took a closer look at the name sewed on his clothes. “Kruger?”

“Eren is fine,” the soldier said, not liking his Marleyan’s name. Ever since his mother got remarried to a Marleyan man, he was forced to change his family name. It had happened a few years back but he still hadn’t grown accustomed to it.

“You don’t look like a Marleyan to me,” Armin commented. His eyes were scrutinizing Eren’s appearance within every detail, but they were gentle, just like how he spoke.

“My parents were Eldians,” Eren said, a faint sad smile sketched upon his lips as he recalled his past. “My dad died in an accident a couple of years after I was born, and then my mother got remarried to a Marleyan guy. It happened way back before the war. For protection, my mother and I decided to change our names into his family name and pretended that we were Marleyan since birth.”

Armin listened intently. He stayed voiceless for a few seconds until he said, “And so you’re on their side now.”

Eren stiffened, every bit of his movements coming to a halt. 

Was that true? Was that where his loyalty stood?

“Sorry,” the other boy hurriedly said. “I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable.”

“I’m trying to choose a better option,” Eren quietly answered. “Even when I belong to the Marleyan army, I still think that this is not the way it should be. Being a Marleyan doesn’t mean we’re better than the Eldians. We don’t have the right to abuse, steal, or kill. I—” he realized that he was talking in one breath, his chest felt suffocating. “I just want to change how the world works, but I don’t know how. I’m in no such position to make amends.”

Armin gazed at him with too much going on behind his eyes and Eren wondered whether that was a bad thing or a good thing.

“What’s your name then?” Armin queried. His smile was so delicate, so genuine, and juvenile. “Your Eldian name?”

“Jaeger…” Eren licked his lower lip nervously. It had been a long time since he last spoke it out loud. “Eren Jaeger.”

Armin grinned widely and offered him his hand. Eren took it, a bit awkward as he was not used to having friendly interactions with people. “Nice to meet you, Eren Jaeger.” Armin shook his hand. His smile was a contagious disease. “It’s nice to see that there are still hopes left in humanity.”

The soldier froze for a few seconds before his face warmed in a smile. 

“Likewise, Armin.”

***

“Eren!” Armin wrapped his arms around his shoulders the moment they met by the lake again. Several nights had passed by and Eren breathed in relief to know that he looked pretty much the same as when he last saw him. “How have you been, my friend?”

“I’ve been well,” Eren answered, smiling lightly at him as they broke their hug. Jean Kirstein came trailing after him with a familiar scowl in his eyes. 

Eren smirked, tossing him a few loaves of bread, along with a fresh bottle of water. “Here you go, Horseface.” They had become close enough to make fun of each other during conversations.

“These aren’t poisoned, right?” Jean asked with an ungrateful tone.

Eren rolled his eyes. “I’ve brought you food for like five times by now and you still ask me that.”

“I was just being careful.”

He snorted in response and Armin laughed, patting the soldier’s back. “Come on and sit with us,” the most affectionate man among them offered kindly. “There’s a lot I want to talk about.”

While Jean was the more unsociable one, Armin was quite talkative and possibly nicer than anyone Eren had ever met. He loved to share his thoughts—mostly about the sea and the sky—and his hopes for a better world. Eren found it refreshing that in a gloomy place like this, he could find someone who was truly visionary and imaginative enough to light up the place with his presence.

“I wish I could marry someone someday, you know?” Armin said, lying on the ground with his arms folded under his head. His eyes twinkled, reflecting the stars in the sky, while his brother was busily munching on his bread with loud noises.

“Armin, that’s not gonna happen,” Jean commented and Eren laughed because while Armin and he usually spoke in the Marleyan language, Jean always talked in his native one.

“What do you mean it’s not gonna happen?” Armin pouted, making him look even younger. “I think I could find a nice woman for me one day.”

“We can’t even find enough food to live by tomorrow if this prick weren’t here to help us.”

Eren shook his head in amusement when Jean rudely pointed at him. Days had passed by and Jean still insisted on calling him with any derogatory term he could come up with instead of his name. “Always glad to help, buddy,” Eren joked, which earned him another glare from the tall boy.

Armin poked his brother by the stomach. “Which is why you should be more grateful toward Eren, you idiot.”

Jean scoffed, continuously glowering at the soldier as he took a large sip of his water. “This is the least he could do for us, Armin. Those fuckers took our families away, remember?”

“Jean,” Armin called, exhaling heavily as he sat up. He sounded a bit more enervated than usual. “Eren is different. Don’t put him on the same page—”

“He’s not different!” He harshly barked and Eren wished Jean could stop speaking like he wasn’t there. “This bastard belongs to the army! He’s not our friend, Armin! He will never be! All Marleyans deserve to die and so does he!”

Eren was stricken aback. Was that how Jean really thought of him? Just another heartless Marleyan with no soul? Even after all that time they spent together?

“Jean!” Armin scolded, his forehead creasing in anger. “You take that back and apologize to him!”

“If he could bring my mother back from the dead,” Jean said, standing up on his feet. “I’d forgive him.”

Armin could only open his mouth but he couldn’t speak. He noticed that the other man was crying when he pivoted on his heel, walking away with a storm raging in his chest. And Armin wondered whether it was from pain, anger, or suppressed frustration. Perhaps everything at once.

“God, I’m sorry,” Armin apologized, returning his gaze to Eren. “You know he doesn’t mean what he said.”

Eren only replied to him with a smile but his heart was shattered.

He didn’t know that he had to take responsibility for the things he didn’t do.

***

“First time?” A Marleyan officer asked Eren with a teasing look in his eyes.

Eren swallowed thickly, trying hard to will himself not to blush as he nodded and stored his gun away inside his locker. The other man snickered, leaning his back against the wall as he spoke to Eren with his arms crossed on his chest.

“I still remember my first time,” he sneered and Eren only listened half-heartedly, showing no emotion. He felt revolted watching these Marleyan soldiers walking past him with arrogance and dirty looks on their faces. How could they laugh so easily after they forced these poor women to satisfy their needs? How could they just throw them away without feeling any remorse or offering a single form of gratitude?

“My friend forced me to do this,” Eren said and he didn’t know why he needed to explain it. Perhaps he just wanted to give himself a chance to redeem the guilt of the sin he was about to commit.

“Ah,” the man slurred, his slanty eyes twinkling. “You all rookies said that at first. But when you’ve done it once, you could never stop. Before you know it, you’re gonna want to fuck them every day, believe me.”

Eren’s fingers balled into fists and he had to put his hands on his back to keep them away from showing. The young soldier only tossed him a smile, not revealing the rage that bubbled inside his chest.

“Shall we get in line, then?” The officer asked with a wink and Eren tried not to slam his cocky head against the wall. Fucking piece of shit.

Eren took the stairs, marching toward the second floor of the military brothel, as the first floor was inhabited by the more ‘experienced’ prostitutes to serve the noblemen in the Marleyan government. As soon as he stepped into the hallway, Eren was met by twenty soldiers already lining up, one soldier for each door. There were ten rooms there in total—each one consisted of a bed and a bathroom for the comfort women to clean themselves up after ‘serving’ their bodies for twenty to thirty men a day. 

Eren held his breath down for a few seconds so he wouldn’t vomit. This place was sickening.

“I’d wait to get into that room if I were you,” the previous Marleyan officer said, pointing at the door that stood at the end of the hallway. “She’s a total beauty and doesn’t scream much when we do it with her. You’ll like her.”

As much as he wanted to punch that man, Eren knew his position. He smiled, nodded, and bowed before he followed his direction. He took a deep breath.

Let's just get this over with.

He waited for about ten minutes before a man came out from the room he chose. Eren recognized him instantly. Kenny Ackerman. The same man who almost killed Jean and Armin a few weeks ago just by the strength of his foot. Another bile of rage started to pile in his chest but Eren channeled it down to a polite bow. The taller man zipped his pants, and smirked at the tanned boy before he walked away with his chin held up high.

“Have fun with that whore, brat,” that soldier said and Eren sank his fingers to his palms to keep his fists to himself.

For now, he had to think about something else.

He drew in a long breath, and he did it one more time to stop his heart from racing before he circled his fingers around the doorknob. He turned it open.

The moment he entered the room, his eyes scanned the place for a brief second like how he was trained in war—to always know your surroundings well, they said. Eren noticed the broken wooden chair in the corner of the room. He saw how the dirty bathroom had no sink and no door—only a small tub with soiled water and a piss pot. He noticed how the bed was big enough for two people but it had no pillows or blanket. The sheets were crumpled and the white color had turned into a dirty shade of cream, with splotches of red. And he knew for a fact that those stains on the sheet weren’t just made from blood.

But his eyes stopped moving when he saw a woman lying on the bed with not a single fabric covering her nudity. Eren quickly averted his gaze from the sight, even though all he could see was her back. In that short moment, he managed to notice the purple bruises blooming along her spine, tainting her skin with dry blood. 

For a few seconds, he could hear soft sobs coming from the girl’s lips. And when he secretly glanced, he noted how her shoulders were shaking as she hugged her knees to her chest. He didn’t let his eyes linger on her body for too long. He felt like he was being disrespectful to her. Eren knew his friends would’ve laughed at the way he behaved, but he couldn’t force himself to stare even if he wanted to.

The young soldier closed the door behind him and with that small thud, the girl immediately froze. Her sobs were muffled and contained, and slowly, she turned her body around until she was lying on the bed with her eyes on the ceiling.

Eren brought his head down, not wanting to witness any more curves of her body. But before that, he spotted how wet her eyes were and how hollow they looked. Those weren’t the eyes of someone who had the will to continue living. Those were the eyes of the defeated, who were willing to sacrifice their lives just so they could stop living in this rotten world.

“Do it,” she said, her body lying limp on the bed. “What are you waiting for?”

He was petrified to the bones. His mind stopped working.

Eren’s heart thundered vehemently behind his chest. He couldn’t do this. There was no way he could do this. He never even wanted to in the first place, but an order was an order. They were alone in the room. Magath wouldn’t be able to tell, would he? Eren could just pretend.

That’s right, he thought. I’ll just have to pretend.

And so, he said, “Cover up.”

The woman's lifeless eyes grew a bit wide but only for a second before she smiled understandingly. “Ah,” she said, “So, you’re that type, huh?”

Eren frowned, not knowing what she meant and he blushed when she pushed herself up to sit on the bed. “What’s next?” she asked, not looking ashamed of showing her nude body to the man. She kept her eyes in his direction, but her stare was blank as if she wasn’t looking at him, but through him. “Do you want me to bend over too, Sir? Begging you to give it to me?”

“That’s not—” Eren blurted out, face aflame. “Lady, please cover yourself up. I’m not going to do this with you.”

Her smile faltered. “What?”

“I mean,” Eren sighed, turning himself around to face the door. It was troubling to be in the same room with a lady who was so stripped of her conscience that she could no longer care about wearing proper clothes. “I am not going to have sex with you. I’m just going to be here for a while before I go out so they’ll think I’m…” His blush smeared his cheeks. “…doing it with you.”

“You…” Her voice had lost its confidence, and instead of pain and disappointment, he began to hear hopes in her soft voice. “You’re not going to do it with me?”

“No, I’m not,” he said. “So, please… Put on your clothes.”

The atmosphere was thick with heavy tension and pregnant silence. Eren continued to stay mute, only trying to listen to the rustling sounds she’d make when she placed back her robe. Except, there were none.

“Have you dressed properly?” Eren asked, sounding a bit restless.

“I…” She fell quiet before she continued again. “I can’t find my robe.”

His eyebrows sewed together in confusion, knowing well that her robe was lying on the floor, just beside her bed. How could she not see it?

Then recognition dawned on his face.

Those lifeless eyes. That blank stare.

Eren turned around, facing her again and it seemed like she heard the sound of his shoes sliding against the floor. With her body jolting in alert, she hastily wrapped her arms around her front. Eren didn’t let his gaze travel anywhere else but her eyes.

“You’re…” he spoke, lips parted in shock. “You’re blind?” It was more like a statement than a question but whatever it was, that line gave more sense of peril to her.

“Which is something I should be grateful for,” she said, smiling again as if it was the only way she knew to keep her mind sane. “Considering how many demons are walking around this place.” It was an act, Eren noted, a way for her to appear resilient. Fearless, even when her fingers were shaking.

 Eren chewed on his lower lip. That sentence couldn’t be any truer.

Cautiously, he took a step forward and she jerked, pulling herself back in reflex. Eren understood then. She spoke like she was used to this kind of treatment, but she was just a girl, scared to her bones. She acted like she was strong, but deep inside, she was probably even more fragile than the first time she was abducted and brought to this place.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” Eren spoke, loud enough for her ears to hear but not soft enough for her to stop being terrified of him. “I promise you with my life, I will not hurt you.”

“That sounds like a lot of promise coming from a Marleyan soldier,” she retorted, sounding like she was amused by it but she was not fooling anyone but herself.

“I’m not lying,” the boy said, taking another step and she inhaled sharply. Eren stopped, raising both hands in the air as if he was surrendering. “I’m just… I’m just going to fetch your robe back to you, okay?”

Her lower lip still trembled but she didn’t do or say anything.

Eren kept his eyes to the ground as he walked forward to collect her robe. She kept fidgeting on the bed until she felt soft fabric hugging her from behind. She touched the robe, releasing a shuddering breath at the familiar sense of comfort it gave to her skin.

“Put it on.” Eren’s voice was soft and tender. He kept his eyes glued to her face. “It’s probably only for a few minutes before somebody comes in and takes my place but…” His lips still curved, forming a reassuring smile even though he knew she couldn’t see it. “As long as I’m with you here, you’re safe.”

You're safe… The words echoed in her mind, tugging upon her heartstring. Was there a moment in her life when someone gave those words to her?

Her eyes grew wide and when Eren retrieved his hand, she reached out and clamped her frail fingers tightly around his wrist. His breath hitched in his throat, stunned.

For a few seconds, they just stood there like that. One of his eyebrows was raised in confusion but he didn’t ask questions. He knew she was doing something. He just couldn’t tell what.

“You…” she breathed out, looking up at him with eyes that were too beautiful to be functionless. “You’re not lying…”

Eren blinked twice before his realization sank in. She had been checking on his pulse.

He smiled, affection growing on him. She was smart and cautious. He didn’t even think of that and he was a trained soldier, albeit still new. 

“I’m not lying,” he assured her once again. “Can you trust me?”

She swallowed and let him go. Careful not to make any sudden movement, he kneeled in front of her and wrapped the robe properly around her body without letting his gaze drift south. Eren’s cheeks were burning bright but at least he managed to stop his fingers from shaking.

“You’re okay,” he whispered, and her eyes searched his face as if she was taking every bit of his appearance, though he knew that was not the case. “You’re safe with me.”

She pressed her lips into a thin line, turning them white. Then, she nodded. Eren was about to sigh in relief when her whole body convulsed. She covered her mouth with one hand and she cried. Hard.

The girl who tried to cover her fear, the girl who acted bravely as she stood against the world, broke apart in front of him.

“Thank you…” she sobbed into her hand, her visionless eyes shutting tightly in gratefulness. “Thank you, Sir… Thank you…”

It felt different than the way Armin thanked him—similar, only her words brought a lot more joy to his heart than he had ever felt in his twenty-one years of living. 

He could feel his heart beating. He could feel it race. 

He felt alive.

***

“So how did it go?” Theo Magath asked his companion as he rubbed his fingers together to keep himself away from the cold. “Did you like your early birthday gift?”

His scowl almost found its way to his face but he managed to catch himself at the last second. “Yes, Sir. But I’d appreciate it more if we don’t discuss it any further—if that’s alright with you.”

“What, are you shy?” The older man sneered. “Fuck, Kruger, you're no longer a damn virgin so stop acting like one.”

Eren let the matter drop. His seniors could think whatever they wanted to. It wouldn’t matter to him anyway. 

“So, what now? Are you going to pay another visit to the brothel?”

“Yes,” Eren said, startling the other man with his answer but he kept his smile to himself. Perhaps next time, he could bring one of his old sleeping shirts for her. It would at least be warmer than just a layer of a maroon satin robe.

“That’s my boy!” Magath clapped him on the back. “Already wanting for more, huh?”

Eren sheepishly smiled, doing his part of acting. Though the joy that bloomed in his chest was too real to be faked. Eren brought his hand up and his eyes lingered on the skin along his wrist—on the spot where she touched him. He remembered the way she thanked him and it bloomed again. The rush of happiness suffused his chest. A spark of joy from being able to give someone a chance to learn that life was an adventure worth living for.

***

Eren knocked on the familiar wooden door and opened it without waiting too long for permission. If he had waited, it would only raise suspicions from the fellow soldiers that were waiting in line after him. He couldn’t afford that to happen.

“Good evening,” Eren greeted, bowing a little to the lady in front of him. He felt a bit silly as he knew she couldn’t see. “It’s, umm… It’s me again. From the other day.”

The girl’s body went still and her expression showed that she was putting on her defensive demeanor. She kept her ears ready, trying to decipher if the soldier who let her go the other day was really as kind as she thought he was.

“Why are you here?” she asked, almost too coldly to his ears. “You said you didn’t want to sleep with me.”

“That’s right,” Eren smiled. “I only came here to talk.”

“Talk?” she repeated, covering her body with her robe and Eren blushed when he caught his eyes dancing along the curve of her waist. “What do you want to talk about, Soldier? How to use women for pleasure?”

It wasn’t like her spiteful words didn’t hurt him. They did. But he didn’t want to let it show. “You should have more respect for yourself,” Eren said and she almost growled. He gulped. Did I say something wrong?

“Respect?” She snapped. “You want to talk about respect? My mother sold me here to get enough money to stay rich for the rest of her life. I have to sleep with more than twenty men a day just so I could get some food to live through the night. And when I wanted to die, they stripped me out of my clothes and hung me outside for everyone to see how low I’d become. You want to talk about respect? That's the respect your people gave to me!”

Every word that came out of her mouth felt like a javelin piercing through his chest. But Eren knew well that she had no other way of channeling her anger and frustration. A few days ago, she thanked him for the few minutes of break and forgiveness. Now, she realized that it wouldn’t contribute much to easing her pain so she broke apart once again. It wasn’t fair that she lashed out at him, she knew that too. But when you can’t even stop your own feelings from hurting yourself, would you care about theirs?

She was breathing hard, her chest heaving up and down.

After waiting a few seconds in silence, he softly asked, “Are you finished?”

She bit the inside of her cheek, hot angry tears streaming down her face. He wanted to brush them away with his thumb but he couldn’t. He shouldn’t. “I am not good with words,” Eren diffidently uttered, “And I don’t know if you would accept my apology on behalf of my country, but…”

Eren slid down to his knees, making a dull thud sound once they met the floor. He bowed down to her, his forehead pressed against the floor. “I beg for your forgiveness,” he said, eyes shut closed. “I apologize for the actions my country has done to you. You don’t deserve this. None of you do. I am in no position to grant you anything to pay back for the suffering you’ve endured. I don’t have permission to let you go, no matter how much I want to take you away from here. I am weak. I’m powerless. All I could do right now is bow my head down to you, ashamed and filled with guilt, hoping that you could forgive me, and—” He paused, a bit out of breath. “To ask you for… one thing.”

Her breathing was ragged and Eren lifted his head to gaze into her eyes.

“I want you to continue living,” he stated, and he could see the little jolt her body made, startled by his line. “I will not say that your life will be easy. I will not say that happiness will come to you by the end of this day or tomorrow. But I can promise you one thing: if you keep on living, I will try within my power to make some moments in your life, even if they are just measured in minutes or seconds, worth living for.”

She felt weak, her taut muscles loosening as she released the air she’d been holding. She closed her eyes, two droplets of tears falling to her cheeks.

“I will visit you every day.” Eren’s voice was like honey, sweet and comforting. “I will stay here if you want me to. I will read you books to keep you entertained. I will guard the door so you can have a few minutes of sleep. I will be your eyes and I will tell you when the cherry blossoms trees are blooming. I will describe the color of the sky and I will try every day for the rest of my life to find a way to release you from this place.”

“Why?” she asked, a crack in her voice. “Why would you do that for me?”

“Because ever since I met you,” Eren began and he could feel himself smiling. “I feel like I’ve found my chance to do something good for people, even if it was just only for a little. I saw how grateful you were when I let you go a few days ago. And I felt this joy spreading in my chest—so much that it scared me, and I want to feel that again. I want to make you feel that again. And that was the very reason why I’m doing this. Not only for you but for myself too.”

And she didn’t have to check on his wrist this time to know that he wasn’t lying.

***

This is the fifth time I’ve seen her and yet, she still appears to be scared of me. As if she still doubts my intention.

When I walk into her room, she seems to remember the sound of my steps. Her face is still guarded, her lips not forming a word. But she’s no longer angry or sad. She’s just there. 

Breathing. 

And living.

And that’s all I could ask for now.

***

“Soldier…” She called out with half-lidded eyes. Another week had gone by, or maybe even two, she could not tell. But he had visited her often enough for her to recognize his footsteps the second he walked into her chamber. Her wrists were still bruised from her previous encounter with a man who smirked wickedly when he exited her room. Eren had never felt so vexed with someone as he was back then.

He closed the door behind him, stepping closer to her spot. “I’m here.” He kneeled beside the bed, waiting for her to speak more. She was lying on her back, weak and breathless. Her voice sounded so hoarse as if her vocal cord was about to snap. Eren heard her painful screams before and every memory carved more scars on his heart.

“I’m sorry…” He lowered his head, unfamiliar with the pain. His teeth were cutting into his lower lip, his emotions churned like a hurricane. “I’m sorry…”

I’m sorry I couldn’t save you.

She sobbed quietly, reaching out a shaky hand. Soft tears started to fall from her vacant eyes at his apology. “It’s okay,” she said. “It’s not your fault.”

Eren cupped her hand with both of his warmer ones and brought it closer to his lips. His hot breath caressed her skin, soothing her bruise. “I’ll stay here,” Eren whispered, gently stroking her hair. “You don’t have to think about anything else as long as I’m here. You can sleep now…”

When she felt him lacing their fingers together, she breathed out in relief. “The skin of your palm…” A timid smile found her lips. “It’s so rough…”

Eren chuckled, even when it still felt like his chest was being torn open. “Must be because of my traini—” He stopped abruptly, his heart pounding. She was placing his hand on the side of her face, the callousness of his palm pressed against the smoothness of her cheek. Her lips bowed as she closed her eyes. She didn’t say a word, while his mind was jumbled with them.

His warmth was comforting. The texture of his palm was familiar. In his touch, she found her serenity. And just like that, her breathing became even. She began to fall asleep, drifting away from every wound and agony that life had inflicted on her. Right before she waned completely into her dreamland, a confession broke past her lips.

“Don’t leave me…”

Never had he felt his heart thrashing this wildly before. She was so beautiful. So pure, and so broken at the same time. Why did she have to go through all this pain? 

“I won’t,” he promised her with a voice so soft—it became a lullaby to her ears. “I won’t leave you. I’ll stay with you forever.”

I’ll stay with you for eternity.

***

“I’ve been having trouble sleeping lately,” Eren confessed, sticking a tree’s branch inside the firewood the three of them made that night. Armin sneaked a glance at his face, probably analyzing his expression to understand how Eren was feeling at the moment. 

“Me too,” Jean muttered, yawning loudly as he threw a rock toward the frozen lake. Eren began to realize that it was a habit of his. “But you know the difference between you and me, Jackass? I don’t whine like a fucking girl about it.”

“Jean,” Armin scolded and his brother only shrugged. Eren mirrored the blonde boy’s apologetic smile, making gestures that he didn’t mind Jean’s words.

“Have you ever had a nightmare, Jean?” Eren asked and the other boy snorted loudly.

“My whole life is a nightmare,” he grumbled. “I wouldn’t know the difference even if I had one. And how many times do I have to tell you? Don't call my name!”

“Please ignore my brother and his evil plan to spread despair to the world,” Armin joked and Jean threatened to throw pebbles at him. “What keeps you awake at night, Eren? Thinking of some lucky girl?”

While Jean snorted again, Eren began to smile sheepishly. “Sometimes… I guess?”

“Aaw, our little hero has finally found his heroine,” Armin cooed and Eren shoved him lightly by the shoulder.

“Shut up. It’s not always like that.” Eren huffed. “It’s more than that. I haven’t had a good night's sleep in a while because…” He paused, staring at the firewood with weary eyes. “Well, I guess it all started on the first day I stood on the field with a gun in my hands. I’ve had my fair share of training as a soldier, but what you see in real life is… different than anything you’ve imagined it to be.”

“Why?” Armin queried. Jean, who didn’t even bother to listen, yawned loudly as he placed his head on his brother’s lap. Eren gave them both a look but Armin waved a hand nonchalantly, muttering, “Ignore him. He’s been this clingy from the first time we met. I’m used to it by now.”

“Please. I know you like it, Min.”

“What, having a grown-ass man’s head on my lap? Very unlikely.”

And Eren smiled because this scene he witnessed right there, reminded him how it felt like to have a family. It had been a while since he last saw his mother, and only God knew how much he missed her at the moment.

“When I began my training,” Eren revealed, “The only thing that mattered to me was how to protect my country. How to not get your comrades killed in battles, and how to survive. But now, I see that that’s not how it works anymore. Being a soldier means we have to be ready to take lives. To murder innocent people. People like you and Jean.”

Armin stayed silent. The fire danced beautifully in his eyes, a spark of amber gleaming inside a sapphire.

“I don’t want to kill anyone.” Eren sounded as if he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. “I don’t want to be a murderer. I want to be someone who can protect. Someone who can help those in need. Someone who can make them happy.”

Armin smiled at him, pressing a comforting hand on Eren’s shoulder.

“Someday you will be, Eren. Someday you will be.”

***

“Unwinds this world that ever turns,” Eren recited, his voice was velvety when he vocalized the words that were written on the poetry book he held in his hand. “Slow it to a week. Where daybreak brings her honey kiss.” Just for a few seconds, he let his eyes take a journey to her lips, tracing the shape of her mouth, beautiful like a cupid’s bow. He caught himself, the blood that rushed to his face streamed down to his chest, pumping his heart harder. “And twilight, earthly tenderness, with night her rapt mystique.”

The lady was lying on her side, her eyes staring blankly at the spot where she could hear Eren’s voice the most. His tone was gentle and his voice felt like a symphony to her ears. It was easy to let go but she kept her eyes awake. She hadn’t trusted him that much to let herself sleep when he was in the same room with her. The previous night was an exception. Her body had felt so weak—drained—and she didn’t have the power to put up a fight to stay awake.

“Unwind this world that spins so fast,” Eren continued and she thought she could listen to his voice forever. Husky but young, awkward but soothing. “Slow it to a day. When clouds flow back against Time's bend, and dying dreams reverse their end. Lost skiffs return to bay.”

The way the sunlight hit her skin made it glow and Eren felt a bit nervous. She was, indeed, a beauty. Art to be admired. No wonder she was the jewel of this place. No matter how many bruises bloomed from those forced kisses she had, no matter how many handprints and cuts from dirty nails appeared on her spine, she still looked like she was the purest form a soul could ever take in this world.

The book in his hand had been forgotten, his eyes lingered on her curves, but they were not the eyes of a hungry man. They weren’t fueled by lust. They were… entranced like a child lying on the grass, watching the stars taking shape into pretty constellations. 

“Soldier…?”

He jolted awake from his stupor. “U-unwind this world that twirls so wild,” Eren read after he cleared his throat, shifting his gaze away. “Slow it to an hour. When friendships paint a lonely sky. Spry dancers, all bounds defy; Fresh buds elate in flower.”

With every word, her eyelids became even heavier and she felt his voice getting nearer but, to her surprise, her thoughts remained calm. This was comforting. He was comforting. He was, by all means, her safe haven.

She fell asleep.

“Unwind this world that whips around,” Eren whispered, returning the small poetry book to the pocket of his beige coat. He kneeled beside the bed, brushing her stray hair away from her face with delicate fingers. “Slow it to that time.” He adored everything about her. The way her eyelashes fluttered against her cheekbones; the blissful look on her face as she sank deeper into her dream, her parted lips, and the soft breath that flowed through them. “When our goodbyes were yet of tongue, and Cupid's arrow had just been flung.” Her cheeks were still wet with tears that never seemed to stop, purple bruises blooming on her porcelain skin.

How can I save you?

Closing his eyes, Eren leaned in and planted a tender kiss on the spot between her eyebrows. The lady stirred a little in her sleep and he reciprocated with a smile.

“Our love, a love sublime.”

***

“All right, now let’s get down to business,” Theo Magath stated, blinking Eren away from his thoughts. “Our witnesses claimed that there were a bunch of Eldians trying to steal something from our storage room last night. We’re gonna find out who they are.”

Eren felt an eerie feeling swirling in his gut. These last few days have felt like the sweetest dream that he staggered as he stepped back into reality. “And what do we do when we find them, Sir?”

Magath scoffed loudly. “Kill them, of course. What, you want to have a tea party with these fuckers? Drink vodka near the campfire?”

Eren swallowed hard and decided to trail after the man with his semi-automatic rifle strapped to his back. A few minutes later, they arrived in a warehouse where they kept some Eldians inside. The officers informed them that those civilians were homeless, begging the Marleyans for a shelter to keep them safe, but Eren knew the truth. They were hostages.

“I’m gonna make this quick,” Magath said, hanging his gun on his shoulder as he stepped forward from the heavily armed group of soldiers. “Who entered our storage room without permission last night?”

The civilians, there were probably more than fifty people, cowered and hung their heads low. Eren scanned the place, unsure of what he was looking for until he saw Jean and Armin standing among the crowd. Armin was watching Eren with wary eyes, while Jean fearlessly glared at every Marleyan soldier there.

When there was no answer, Magath raised his shotgun to the roof. “I asked you a question,” he shot once and the bullet hit the ceilings. A couple of older women shrieked in surprise while the rest of them, like Eren, tried not to flinch. “And I demand an answer.”

Things were bad, Eren knew well. And with the way Jean was boring a hole into Magath’s head, there was a fat chance Eren knew who was the culprit. It wasn’t the first time Jean had ever done something out of the ordinary.

Was it really you, Jean?

“It was me!” To Eren’s astonishment, it was a woman who raised her hand. Her body was plump and her hair was gray from old age. Her cheeks were bloated red and she was crying out of fright. “O-officer, I’m sorry,” she fretted, already kneeling on the ground with her arms raised in the air. “I was looking for medicine. My child is sick. I’m afraid he’ll—”

A shot and splatter of crimson blood painted the floor.

Eren held his breath as he watched the old woman fall to the ground with a bullet hole in her head. Her eyes were wide open, her pupils blown. She didn’t even get the chance to say her last words.

The place broke into chaos.

***

Eren came into her room with his head lowered; his shoulders heavy with guilt, and a thousand different kinds of pain that emerged at once.

Her ears perked up at the familiar creaking sound of the door and she knew that it was him right away. It was only Eren who always opened her door slowly as if he didn’t want to intrude on her time and be a lousy company for the day. But it wasn’t like that at all. She was waiting for him. She craved his presence—this man who gave her a small taste of heaven on earth.

She smiled a little before she remembered that she wasn’t supposed to trust him. He was a Marleyan soldier—she shouldn’t trust him, no matter what. There was a possibility that he was using her to his advantage. But what? What did he want from someone like her? With more days passing by, it became harder for her to figure out. Eren had been—and still was—the nicest person she’d ever met.

But it was getting quiet that night. Too quiet.

No “Hello, it’s me again”. No “How are you feeling today, Lady?”. No “Would you like me to read you some poetry again today?” Nothing. Eren just remained silent.

“What’s…” She started, eyebrows furrowing deeply. “What’s wrong…?”

The soldier lifted his head and the pain was so evident in his eyes, it was probably a good thing that she was blind. That way, she couldn’t share his pain and it was all right. He was grateful for it. He’d never want her to know this kind of emotion.

“Nothing,” Eren replied, trying to smile even when he knew she couldn’t see it.

“What’s wrong?” she asked again, sounding firmer this time but not demanding. He knew she would respect him if he didn’t want to talk. It was the fact that he soundedlike he wanted to speak that forced her to ask for more.

He broke apart.

“I saw my commander kill someone today,” Eren quavered, blurting out the words he’d been dreading to say before he could think it through. He cast his gaze downward, his stomach lurched at the sight of dry blood coating the edge of his boots; his nails were now clawing against the lines of his palms. “She was an old woman, wanting to cure her child of sickness and he killed her—just like that, without saying anything. And in front of everybody, I just...” Eren ended with a heavy sigh, filled with nothing but anguish and hidden frustration.

She listened, not just to his words but his tone. He never sounded so… torn before.

“I know people die all the time,” Eren added quietly, burying his face in his hands, wanting the earth to swallow him whole. “I know that, but must they die for doing good deeds? Where’s our humanity? Where do our feelings lie?”

She held her robe to cover her body as she carefully climbed down her bed. She winced when her muscles screamed at her, sore from her previous encounters with those rough soldiers but she kept her posture still. Eren was too drowned in his own emotions to notice her walking toward him.

“And the worst part was,” he weakly said, gasping as his breathing became short and rapid. “I just stood there and did absolutely nothing.” His hand moved to his chest, clutching against the front of his coat, his heart rate escalating quickly. “I don’t —” he choked, his muscles turning taut. “I don’t know what was going inside my head at that time but—” He was reaching the brink of his sanity, he could feel it. He could feel how his body was giving up on him too. Sweat broke upon his temple, his knees wobbling under his weight. “I just—all I could do was just watch. I could’ve done something but I just—”

He couldn’t breathe. Panic rose to his throat, blocking his airways. His chest burned, his eyes shaking. “I can’t—”

He stopped breathing completely when a set of frail fingers landed on his cheek, sliding against his skin before they framed his face. “Breathe,” she told him. 

He swallowed, fixating his gaze on her delicate features. He mimicked her action, took a deep breath, and released it. Inhaled and exhaled. He did it a couple of times, watching her for every second that passed by as if she was the rope that kept him hanging at the edge of the cliff. 

And when he felt a pair of arms wrap themselves around his shoulders, she began to pull him back from the ledge. 

He was drowning in her sweet embrace. “You’re okay,” she soothed, carefully stroking the back of his hair. “It’s okay. I’m here.”

Eren went stiff for a few seconds before he shattered to pieces. But it was all right as she was there to hold his heart—every piece of it. His anxiety attack slowly morphed into a small sob when he whispered, “I just watched her die. I just… I didn’t do anything to stop him…”

She didn’t say anything. She just hugged him with her arms and let him bury his face in the crook of her neck. A pair of broken souls, seeking salvation and solace from each other. Eren was human and he still had his humanity in him, that was what she believed and it was enough. It was everything to her. 

Because without humanity, humans are just empty shells filled with nothing but the ability to sin.

***

Eren raised one hand to wave at Armin the second he saw the boy standing on his usual spot near the lake. Armin swayed his hand back but he didn’t smile. Something was wrong.

Eren knew it had something to do with that incident. “I’m…” Eren inhaled deeply. “I’m sorry for what happened the other day.”

“You mean the killing?” Armin asked, sounding casual and it hurt Eren even more. He took the plastic bag from Eren’s hand, stuffed with food and water. “Thank you for the bread.” His smile seemed familiar, albeit more exhausted. “Again. I don’t know what I’m gonna do without you.”

Eren didn’t smile as he didn’t feel like it. But it was okay. Armin understood him well. He always did.

“Where’s Jean?” Eren questioned, noticing that the tall man was nowhere to be seen.

“We fought and he took off somewhere.” Armin plopped himself down on the hard ground as he stared across the frozen lake. The night was empty without the sounds of pebbles being thrown. Eren didn’t realize just how much Jean played a big part in his life.

“Don’t worry, Eren. He’ll be fine.”

Eren caught the turmoil in Armin’s voice. He leaned down, taking a seat next to him. “What did you guys fight about?”

“Nothing, it’s just…” Armin sighed, rubbing his temple with his fingers. “Jean wanted to get out of here. To flee out of the country.”

“What?” Eren quaked, frowning deeply. “But that’s impossible. You’ll get yourself killed before you could—”

“I know, that’s what I’ve been telling him.” Armin slipped his fingers between his strands, tugging at his roots in an attempt to subdue his frustration. Eren had never seen his friend look this emotionally wrecked, not even when he had shared stories of his past. “But after what happened yesterday, some parts of me thought that maybe he was… Maybe Jean was right. Maybe it’s time for us to get out of here.”

Eren still couldn’t find the logic behind it. “But—”

“Eren,” Armin cut him off sharply. “That woman who got shot… She was my friend. She took care of Jean and me when we were younger. Imagine how it feels like to have one of your closest friends get their head blown off to bits in front of you.”

Eren swallowed the vomit that was about to come up. “I’m… I’m sorry.”

“I can’t live like this,” Armin breathily confessed and Eren felt his heart drop. “Jean certainly can’t too. It’s… I can’t sleep at night, Eren.” Armin closed his eyes, his face contorting in pain. “I can’t sleep knowing that I might not be able to wake up tomorrow. I can’t—” His breathing became heavy and Eren could witness beads of cold sweat starting to appear on Armin’s temple. “I can’t protect Jean like this. I don’t want him to die and—”

“Wait, Armin.” Eren moved to kneel beside him, furrowing his eyebrows as he examined his face better. It was quickly turning pale, almost ghastly. “Are you okay?”

A trail of blood flowed down from Armin’s nose and the blonde boy immediately brushed it off with his finger, smearing scarlet on his cheek. “I’m fine,” he said, trying to mask it with a laugh. His fingers shook quite badly and the frown on Eren’s forehead became even more evident. “I’m fine, Eren. It’s just… a fever.”

Eren scrutinized him harder. “It looks much worse than that…”

“Hey, don’t worry about me,” Armin assured him. He snatched the handkerchief he once gave to him from his pocket. Eren’s eyes largened in shock. The handkerchief was stained with blood, almost drenched with it. Armin used it to cover his nose, his voice muffled by the fabric when he said, “I get nosebleeds all the time. It isn’t a big deal.”

It was a lie. Eren knew it was a lie.

“It’s you…” the soldier murmured, the realization hit him like a truck. “That woman didn’t try to find medicine for her son. It was for you.”

“Eren—” Armin cut himself off with a cough, one that was violent enough for his entire body to shake. Eren could see a splash of blood falling to the ground when Armin bent forward. He was choking on thick blood that was just as black as the night.

“Armin!” Eren hurriedly picked the man up, panicking at the sight. “Oh God, Armin, you’re—”

“I’m fine!” He screamed, pushing Eren away with a hard shove on his shoulder. It was the first time Armin—the boy who always found a reason to smile even on the hardest day—ever looked so distraught. “I said, I’m fine! Just stay away from me!” He coughed loudly once again, more blood falling onto the snow. He fell to his knees, gasping with his palms sinking into the ice. 

Eren stood at the side, his brain stopped functioning. He had one hand in the air, ready to help the other man, but Armin never permitted him to. 

Since when? Eren thought, Since when did he start feeling sick like this? 

Armin’s rosy lips were turning blue and his skin was so pale, Eren could see his veins swarming underneath it.

He’s dying.

“I think it’s better…” Armin breathed out heavily, wiping the blood away from his mouth. “It’s better if we don’t meet again, Eren.”

“What?” Eren gaped. “Armin, it’s okay. I can help get you some medicine—”

“No!” Armin shouted, the sorrow in his voice was so vivid, it sent goosebumps breaking on Eren’s skin. “No, you can’t. You shouldn’t. I don’t want anyone else to sacrifice their lives for me. No—”

“I’ll be fine—”

“They all said that!” Armin was so desperate to get his point across, his eyes starting to water. It wasn’t anger that he felt, it wasn’t frustration. It was just… fear. “They said they’d be fine. They said they wouldn’t get caught. That they’d get me some help. And what happened then? They all died because of me—”

“Armin—”

“If you—” Armin’s chest rose and fell with rapid breaths. “Eren, if you think of me as a friend, you’d do this for me. You’d stay away from me and you’d keep yourself safe. That’s all I want you to do.”

Eren separated his mouth, ready to form another protest but Armin was looking at him with agony in his eyes, one that didn’t come from his disease or something that was killing him inside. Armin was pleading, begging him to do as he said. He couldn't handle more grief than he already did.

“Please…” Armin whispered, his lower lip trembling. “Please understand... I can’t lose anyone anymore. Especially not you and Jean.”

And those words were the last ones Eren had ever heard coming from the man. Armin never showed up near the lake anymore, but Eren occasionally saw him talking and smiling with Jean when he was on patrol. Sometimes Armin would greet him with a smile but his eyes told him to stay where he was. Eren obeyed.

Because as long as Armin could still breathe and smile like that, it was enough. Eren would just be happy to stay where he was.

***

“It’s me,” Eren greeted the moment he entered the room. “Remember my voice?”

The girl lifted her head, her unseeing eyes slightly growing wider and Eren wondered if it was hope that was written behind them. Eren closed the door behind him and the way the soft thud reverberated through the air made her smile a little.

As he was the first soldier that entered the military brothel that day, he was happy he could see her sitting on the edge of the bed with her satin robe placed properly around her figure. Eren couldn’t resist thinking about how pretty she was. She was indeed the most beautiful girl he had ever laid his eyes on. It wasn’t just the color of her eyes that captivated him or the softness of her lips that left him wondering at nights just how amazing it would feel to have them brushed against his own. Her heart was beautiful too, perhaps even more. It had been broken so many times and yet she still had her kindness and strength to offer him. 

But Eren knew that in a half-hour from now, some ruthless men would barge in through her door, and they would paint her body in vain. And he would just… do nothing. As always, he would do nothing.

He clenched his fists. You are weak, he loathed himself. Isn’t there something you could do? 

“Of course, I remember…” she whispered, probably more to herself and his heart warmed. The raging hatred he felt toward himself was contained.

“Is it okay if I come closer?” Eren politely asked and she looked stunned. He wondered if it was the first time someone had ever asked her that. She nodded once, her lower lip caught between her teeth.

Eren walked with a palpitating heart, but he stopped a meter away from her bed. He could only be brave enough to stare at her properly when she was covered up like this. Her hair was a tangled mess as they didn’t provide a comb or any other toiletries in the room. But he could imagine how beautiful her strands would look, how soft they would feel, if she was just a normal girl, walking her way to school. She looked young—probably even younger than he was, though he still didn’t dare to ask. Her eyes—although they were functionless—he could tell they held many secrets behind them. There was a bruise on the corner of her mouth, and Eren pondered just how many men had stolen innocent kisses away from her by force.

She was a rose, losing her petals every day.

“I might be blind, but I can tell you’re staring,” she said, smiling a little, but it wasn’t flirtatious. It was like a mask she tried to put on whenever she felt frightened or uncomfortable. Or embarrassed. 

Eren coughed once, rubbing the tip of his nose as he looked away, flushed. “I… I wasn’t, uh,” he cleared his throat, “Staring.”

She settled one hand around the sash that hugged her robe close to her body. Is it her habit? He mused. Something that she’d do to protect herself from the eager men?

“How old are you, Soldier?”

“Twenty-one. Almost twenty-two.”

“You’re new, aren’t you?”

Eren nodded but then he remembered she couldn’t see. “Yes, Ma’am.”

“How long have you been in the army?”

“About three months.”

She opened her mouth but decided not to speak more. Eren raised his head to sneak another glance at her face and the Eldian girl looked like a porcelain doll—so pretty and perfect in one way, but also so fragile and destructible in the other.

He felt awkward standing in front of her, just gawking at her like that. Slowly as to not startle her, he folded his knees and kneeled in front of her. Their eyes were now at the same heights. She took a sharp gasp, probably assuming that he was going to do something to her but she quickly exhaled in relief when nothing happened.

“I think it’s time for us to start calling each other our names, don’t you think?” the soldier offered with a smile so sweet, it was like a dream. “I’m Eren. Eren Kruger. May I… know your name?”

She gulped hard before she tossed her gaze to her lap. “You don’t want to know my name,” she said, “And you shouldn’t have told me yours.”

“I’ve visited you every day for the last few weeks. Is it so wrong for me to want to know your name?”

“Yes,” she firmly said.

Eren’s eyebrows knitted together. “Why?”

“When we learn somebody’s name, we grow attached to them,” she whispered. “And I’m not someone you should be attached to.”

Eren went into silence because somehow, her line sounded too despondent as if it had a deeper meaning than just ‘you-shouldn’t-love-your-enemy’. Perhaps she wasn’t afraid that he would become attached to her. Maybe it was the other way around.

Hope bloomed in his chest, painting colors on his cheeks. She was adorable.

“Fine,” Eren said with a small huff, his smile impish. “You know my name but I don’t know yours. That’s fair.”

Her face became worried. “Are…” She nibbled on her lower lip—another habit of hers that she did whenever she felt anxious. “Are you angry?”

“I’m certainly not happy,” Eren teased, his mouth separated in a boyish grin. It was unfortunate that she couldn’t see how handsome he looked. “But it’s okay. I can manage.”

She looked unsure and Eren boldly took her hand. She gasped but it was almost inaudible. Eren’s hand was a comforting weight above hers. “How do you tell if someone is angry or not?” He asked her.

“By…” She swallowed. “By the tone of their voice.”

“And do I sound angry?”

“No…”

“There you go.” He rewarded her with a gentle stroke of his thumb along her knuckles. He flipped his hand, letting her fingers run along the lines of his palm, remembering him in her own way. “What else?”

“By… their expression…”

“And how can you tell when you can’t see it?”

She took a deep breath and when she exhaled, it was shaky, but Eren squeezed her hand, comforting her and encouraging her to do what she wanted. “Go on,” he whispered, so soft, so gentle, that it made her heart stir a little. “You can touch me.”

I want you to.

She was hesitant, and Eren's gaze fell to the way she was chewing on her lip. “Then…” She started. “Excuse me…” 

Carefully, she untangled her hand from his and landed her quivering fingertips on the side of his face, her eyes searching aimlessly as she traced the shape of his jawline. Eren’s heartbeat was right in his ears, deafening. He struggled to control his breathing. Every touch she left him felt like fire dancing on his skin.

She smiled, noticing how tense he was. “Relax, Soldier.”

“I am relaxed.” No, he was not.

Eren closed his eyes and couldn’t stop himself from smiling. Her touch was faint, almost like she was still scared of him, but it gradually began to change. She caressed his features, trailing her fingers from his cheekbone to his nose, going back to his jaw before they went to the corner of his mouth.

“Do I look angry to you?” he asked, his lips grazing her palm and she shivered in return. She didn’t expect his lips to be so soft.

“No…” She glided her thumb along the curve of his mouth. “You’re… You’re smiling.”

His chuckle was light and airy. “Yes, I am.” Because of you.

He leaned closer to her touch, pressing his cheek against her palm. He closed his eyes, sighing. “You’re so warm.”

“You’re freezing,” she murmured back.

“Yeah, I’m a bit sensitive to cold.”

“Is there anything else you're sensitive to?”

He blushed, suddenly becoming ten times more conscious of her touch. “I mean, like, sensitive to dust,” she explained further, knowing how he was clenching his jaw to keep himself composed. “Or the light, or caffeine—”

“I love coffee.” She was learning more about him, not just his appearance but everything else. Eren felt like he was going insane. “It’s been a while since I had one.”

“Oh…” She committed everything in her memory, her heart swelling in joy as she understood him a little better. “What else do you like?”

“Hmm…” No one had ever cared enough to ask him that. “The spring, maybe? It’s not too cold and it's not too hot. It’s, uh… nice.” Eren hated himself. He sounded like a toddler. “And the cherry blossoms. They bloom in the spring.”

“How do they look?”

“They…” He was entranced for a second by the curiosity in her eyes. She seemed almost like a child, excitement and hope glimmering in her eyes. “They’re like, umm, small pink flowers. They’re beautiful but they only bloom for two weeks. After that their petals start to wither, but to me, that’s what's so beautiful about it.”

She tilted her head cutely to the side. “Why?”

“Because they look like they're dancing with the wind when they do,” Eren explained, trying not to be distracted by the way she was tracing along with the shape of his cheekbone. “The sky is clear, so blue and bright, and the colors of their petals just complimented it perfectly. It looks like a painting to me.”

And when she smiled at his words, he added in his head, you look like a painting to me.

“I love the way you see things,” she commented, a soft giggle breaking past her lips. “Can I ask you something?”

“Anything.”

“What color are your eyes?”

“What do you think?” She furrowed her eyebrows in concentration, which made him laugh a little. “Easy there, Ma’am. Don’t want your head to explode from overthinking.”

She pouted and he was surprised. So she could make that face too, huh, he marveled in joy.

“Umm…” Her finger followed the bridge of his nose. “Blue?”

“What kind of blue?”

“Light blue? Like the sky?” Eren shook his head and she could feel it. She tried again. “Dark blue, then… Like the sea.”

Eren frowned a little. “Did you learn that from books?”

“No.” She caressed his ear, running her fingertips across the shell. “I lost my vision when I was five from an accident. But I've seen enough and I remember them well.” Sorrow spread through his chest but Eren didn’t let it show. He knew she didn’t want to be pitied. “So, what is it?” She swerved the topic back. “Are you like the sky? Or the sea?”

Eren curved his lips. “My eyes are green, actually.”

“What?” She pouted again. “That's not even close to blue. You’re teasing me.”

He laughed. “I’m sorry.”

She felt it. She felt the way his face looked when he laughed. He was… handsome. “Like… the color of new leaves?”

“A bit darker than that.”

“Hmm…” It felt like she was staring straight into his eyes. Eren gulped, his heart thrashing wildly inside his rib cages. After what felt like forever, she grinned, “Must be like emeralds then. Pretty.”

Pretty was a term he was never acquainted with. It felt strange to his ears, but every other part of him loved it. He mumbled something under his breath. 

She missed it. “What?”

“Yours are prettier,” he spoke a tad louder. “They’re like… crystals. So clear and…” He felt lightheaded with how much blood was rushing to his head. “So beautiful.”

The girl felt lost, not knowing how to react. How do you respond to being called beautiful after going through months of being treated like you were worthless?

Eren took a hold of her hand, which had stopped caressing his face. He curled his fingers around hers. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing…” She smiled diffidently. “I was just… startled. I didn’t think you’d call them beautiful.” 

He wanted to correct her. It wasn’t just her eyes that were breathtakingly gorgeous. It was every part of her, every inch of her skin, every piece of her soul, she was beautiful inside out. But when he opened his mouth, he could only say, “They’re beautiful because they’re honest. When you’re happy, when you’re scared, you always keep your face guarded but I can see how you truly feel through your eyes.”

She turned bashful, vacant eyes shifting away, burned by his gaze. “Your eyebrows are, umm, thick.” She returned to their earlier topic. She was no longer touching him but she remembered enough. “Do you frown a lot?”

He was frowning now. “Uh, yeah… I guess.”

“Don’t. You’ll look older.” She placed her thumbs at each corner of his mouth. “Smile.”

“Sorry?”

“Smile for me,” she said, feeling his cheeks warm. “Please.”

Eren took a shaky breath, and he tried. It was more like a wince, but she appreciated the effort. “See?” She giggled, rubbing her thumbs against the corners. “This fits you better. You’re beautiful when you smile.”

He almost groaned in shame, unable to hold her praise. “S-stop calling a man beautiful.”

“Are you blushing?”

“I’m not.”

“Feels like you are.”

“Oh, be quiet.”

She chortled lightly. Her muscles were loosening, her posture way more relaxed than before. “Is your hair black?”

“Brown,” Eren corrected, moving her hand to his head and letting her card her fingers through his hair. “A darker shade of brown.”

“Oh…” She blinked her empty eyes, her smile stayed intact. “It’s so soft…”

“Umm… Thanks.” He sounded so nervous, it was mortifying for him. He knew she could tell but he still prayed to God so she wouldn’t notice.

But she did and she took her hand away. “I’m—I’m sorry. Am I making you uncomfortable?”

“No, it’s okay,” Eren hastily said, leaning his head into her touch again. “I’m just… embarrassed.”

“I thought you said you weren’t blushing.”

“Fine, I am,” Eren admitted, a darker shade of red painting his cheeks. “You’re the first person who’s ever touched me like this.”

Her hand stilled a little. “You’ve never done anything with a girl before?”

“No…” Eren confessed. “I’ve never had any interaction with females around here. It’s just… with you.”

“Oh…” 

Eren observed her expression. Was that sadness or joy he witnessed behind her eyes just now?

“Hey, are you—” His words were interrupted by the sound of fists banging against the room’s door. He could hear another soldier shouting, “Hurry up!” from the other side. Eren knew it was his signal to go.

The girl in front of him turned tense, her shoulders started to tremble in fear. “Hey,” Eren said, immediately taking her hand between his. “Hey, it’s okay, I’m here.” But although he wanted to promise that with all of his heart, he knew he couldn’t stay for long. 

“Hurry the fuck up, soldier!” Came another yell from the man.

He placed his hands over her ears, a weak attempt to muffle the sounds. “You’ll be fine.” He could hear his voice breaking, his forehead pressed against hers. “They won’t hurt you as long as I’m here.”

But they both knew that Eren couldn't turn his promise into reality.

He didn’t know what he was doing, or what he woulddo. He was only stalling, buying her some time to ease the panic that bubbled in her chest but then what? A minute or two would pass and then what would he do?

God, if only I could find a way to save her.

“Eren,” Her voice was breaking his heart. It was clear that she was scared to her bones. “They’re going to—”

“No, it’s okay.” He pulled her into his embrace, cupping the back of her head and letting his lips graze the soft skin of her temple. “I’m gonna stay here with you. I won’t let them hurt you.”

She wanted to hide and sink deeper into his embrace but she couldn’t. She would get him killed if she did. She wouldn’t do that to him. “No.” She placed a hand on his chest, pushing him away. “You can’t stay.”

Eren broke away. “There’s no way I could leave—”

“No,” she insisted, taking her hands away from his and hugging herself tightly. “Please. There’s nothing you can do. They’re here. You have to go. Now.”

Eren’s mind was running through a thousand different scenarios, trying to find a way to break her out of this place during this limited time they had, but before he could settle on one, the front door was kicked open. 

“What took you so long, Newbie?!” A large man with a gray beard—Darius Zackly—shot a dangerous glare toward him. Eren rose to his feet, hiding the girl securely behind his back.

“Sir, she’s sick,” Eren tried to sound convincing. “Her body is weak and she needs some rest. I beg for your permission to let her go for the day.”

“Eren, stop…” she whispered but he only stood even more protectively in front of her.

“And why should I care?” The older soldier spoke up. “She’s here to please me. I don’t have to do anything for her.”

Anger spiked up in every corner of his mind. “But she’s—”

“Eren!” Her voice was still muted but her tone was harsh. She had one hand clutching tightly to the back of his uniform. “You need to leave.”

Eren was frustrated. Why was she doing this? Didn’t she know that he was trying his best to save her from her misery? He was losing his mind but when he turned around, he noticed she was smiling with her empty eyes. But that wasn’t a smile of joy. It was a smile of knowing what was best to do for the person you cared about.

She reached up a hand and caressed his face again. “I’m okay. I’m used to this,” she said softly and for a moment, all his anger and distress radiated off his body. “Thank you for giving me the best few minutes of my life.”

Those words were the last things Eren could hear before two soldiers hauled him away from her room.

***

When Eren entered her room later that night, she was screaming at the top of her lungs, trying to distance herself as much as possible from him. She had her back pressed against the wall, her hands raised in front of her. “Go away!” she shouted—no, pleaded; her voice filled with shivers. She was nude from head to toe, and Eren would’ve looked away if he wasn’t too shocked over the horrified expression she had written on her face.

“W-wait, it’s me.” He felt a surge of panic rising in his chest. “It’s me—Eren. You don’t have to be afraid—”

“GO AWAY!”

Invisible hands jabbed a knife through his heart, doing it repeatedly with every word he heard coming from her mouth. “Please…” She was wailing, sobbing violently until her knees lost their strength and she slid down to the floor. “Don’t hurt me anymore, please… Enough…”

His heart was crushed by the broken whimpers she emitted. He had one hand hanging in the air, about to take a step forward when he heard—

“Just kill me already.”

Eren froze to his feet, staring at her naked body with wide eyes filled with shock. He saw fresh cuts on the side of her thighs when she hugged her legs to her chest, burying her face in them. Her frail body trembled ferociously as she kept whispering, “Don’t hurt me… Don’t hurt me, please… I beg you…”

He felt it. He felt her pain. He felt her fear. He knew she was at her limit. And Eren was scared. 

With an anchor tied to his feet, he began to stride forward. He was being as careful as he could, not wanting to make any sound that could surprise her. He kneeled in front of the lady, gently laying his hand above hers.

“It’s me…” he murmured, hearing his heart shatter. “You don’t need to be afraid. I won’t hurt you.”

Remembering the lines of his palm, she slowly lifted her head. Her stare was blank, her eyes were swollen. Her cheeks were both damp with tears and blood.

“Eren…”

He almost smiled but he couldn’t. Aside from the agony he felt, there was a wave of rage and disappointment, one that he held toward himself. He promised he would protect her but look at her now. 

“Let’s get you back to bed, okay?” he offered her. When she gave him her permission, he gathered her body in his arms. He could feel her bones sticking underneath her skin. How much had she eaten for the past few weeks? Did they let her starve?

“You shouldn’t look at me,” the lady said as he laid her down on her bed. She curled up into a ball and turned away from him. New injuries were blooming along her backside. Purple bruises coated her spine, and angry bite marks formed on her tailbone.

Eren reached out forward. “Are you okay—”

“Don’t!” She wailed, clamping her fingers against the sides of her head as she sank deeper into her sheets. “Don’t look at me—I’m… I’m disgusting.”

Maybe it was easier if he cried at the sight. Perhaps that way, he wouldn’t have to feel like he was being sliced open. 

He tried to look for her robe but when he found it, the fabric was torn apart and another emotion took over. It was anger. Eren was young, he barely had control. So instead of putting an end to the seething flame in his chest, he wanted to embrace it. He was furious.

“Who did this to you?” he asked without thinking, and the second he heard the words, he felt ten times worse. How could he ask that? How could he even let himself think of revenge when she was still scared from her previous encounter with those violent soldiers? How could he put his rage on top of her well-being?

So, he took a deep breath and apologized. He took a seat on the edge of her bed and he realized that it was the first time he ever let himself be near her like this. She curled herself into a ball, hugging her knees to her chest. The strands of her hair managed to cover some of her skin but Eren could still see the bruises. Slowly, he took off the outer jacket of his uniform and wrapped it around her body like a blanket.

He laid down next to her, turning to his side so he could face her. He pressed his cheek against the sheet and reached out for her hand, but she shook her head no and pressed both of her palms to herself. She was still shaking and he felt helpless. How could I ease your pain? “You’re not disgusting,” he whispered. “You’re beautiful.”

“I’m nothing,” she sobbed. “I’m just a whore—”

“You’re not,” Eren said, moving closer to cup her face and lift it to meet him. “You’re a lady. The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life.”

She melted under his touch, her soul cried under his praise. They pressed their temples together, their eyes closed, breathing each other's scent. “I’m sorry,” she murmured between strained whimpers. “I’m sorry I shouted at you.”

“It's okay.” Eren stroked her hair. “I know you didn’t mean to—” He cut himself short when she took a hold of his hand. Tears were still falling from her eyes but her forehead creased, questioning something. She covered the back of his hand with her palm, guiding it to cup her face.

“You’re shaking…” She uttered and that was when Eren realized that he was on the verge of breaking apart as well. “Why are you trembling, Eren..?”

Yes, why was he? He didn’t even know her name. She wanted them to act like strangers so why was he feeling like this? Why had he become so… attached? He thought that he could play the hero—that saving her would give him a purpose in life. To make sure that he had a heart that was not yet tainted, unlike the rest of the soldiers here. But that wasn’t just it, was it? There was something more.

“I don’t know…” he whispered and he was being honest. “I guess, I’m just… Scared.”

She reached out a hand, trailing a finger along the corner of his mouth. She frowned sadly when she realized that he wasn’t smiling. “Scared…?” she asked.

“I was afraid that you were gonna lose yourself,” Eren admitted. “I was afraid that you were going to give up on life and that I would… never be able to see you again.”

A tear slipped from the corner of her eye. “I’m tired of this, Eren.”

“I know,” Eren breathed out heavily. “I know. I’m trying to find a way to get you out of here.”

“No,” she immediately said. “You can’t. If they find out—”

“I don’t care.” He brought her into his arms, their bodies meshed together in a sweet embrace. “I have to try. I don’t want to lose you.” I can’t lose you.

She sank her face into his chest. Tonight, he felt warm. “What if they kill you?”

“Then, so be it.” He exhaled, burying his nose in the strands of her hair. “I’ve never truly lived anyway.”

***

“I know you were waiting for me,” Eren shyly teased as he laid himself next to her in her bed. Months had passed since their first meeting and she had grown accustomed to his presence. Every night, whenever he was off duty, Eren always visited her, reminding her that every day was a day worth living for. He pulled her back from the edge. He gave her hope. He was her cure, her sanctuary, a moment of dream that existed for a few minutes in her real life. He was her happiness.

The soldier had spent weeks trying to build a plan to let her escape, but it was nearly impossible. His superiors had thrown him suspicious looks whenever Eren went out of her room, but thankfully, they didn’t do any further than that. Eren had been lucky, but he knew one day his luck would run out. It was only a matter of time.

It was the beginning of autumn when they lay on their sides on the bed, with their faces facing one another. Eren took his time remembering every part of her features. The little moles, the dip of her spine, the shape of her nose. And the way small bones were protruding under the thin skin around her collarbones. Until that day, he never truly observed her nude body, even when he had plenty of chances to do it. He didn’t want to be disrespectful. He didn’t want to look at her without her permission. She was a person with feelings, and that was how Eren always looked at her.

“I wasn’t waiting for you,” she said, playing with his hand. Eren realized that she loved to intertwine their fingers together. She found it to be comforting, but to him, the intimacy was almost overwhelming. But he loved it. He loved everything about her. 

Through his hand and the beating of his pulse, she could tell whenever he felt distraught. When he was happy, scared, amused, or even flustered—she could tell them all. Maybe he was just too transparent, or maybe she just cared too much. But the thing she loved to do the most was touching his lips, feeling his smile materializing underneath her fingertips, and picturing how pretty it was in her head.

“You were,” Eren said, chuckling a little. “I’ve visited you every day for the past few months and you still can’t get enough of me.”

“That’s not true,” she said with a soft smile. He was entranced by her beauty, just like he was a second ago and how he would a second later.

I want to keep you, he wanted to say, I want to keep you for myself.

“Eren Kruger isn’t my real name,” Eren confessed, looking at her with affection in his gaze as he shared more secrets with her. “Kruger is a name my step-father gave to me. I’m not a Marleyan. I’m just like you, born and raised in Paradis. An Eldian.” It felt like he had taken a load off his chest. “Eren Jaeger. That was… That’s my name.”

“Eren… Jaeger…” she echoed his name in a whisper, sounding like she was adoring his name and that made his heart thump faster. She smiled tenderly, reaching out to touch his cheek. “I like it.” She traced her index finger along his sharp jawline. “It somehow suits you better.”

Eren swallowed, silently praying that she couldn’t feel the burning heat that rose to his cheeks. He decided to distract himself away from her, thinking about the sun or those beautiful leaves that had turned colors outside the window. He had this urge building in his stomach, so much that he was afraid of himself. He couldn’t trust his mind, especially the butterflies in his stomach. He would kiss her if he thought about her for another second.

And then she spoke and time seemed to freeze. 

She just spoke her name.

“S-sorry?”

“My name,” she sheepishly smiled, tucking her chin down. “That’s… my name. Is it—is it weird?”

“No…” He was still shaken by the fact that she finally trusted him enough to share her name. “It’s…” He cleared his throat, heart beating triumphantly. “It’s beautiful.”

“It’s nothing,” she said, turning away to the other side so she could hide her face from his gaze. To her surprise, Eren went closer and hugged her from behind, gently wrapping his strong arms around her waist and burying his face in the crook of her neck.

“E-Eren…?”

“You’re everything.” His breath fanned her nape, causing her to shiver. He closed his eyes, his lips almost brushing against the skin when he whispered, “You’re not nothing. You’re everything to me.”

She smiled to herself, feeling so happy that she could just die like this in his arms and she’d have no regrets. Had she ever felt this complete? This... serene? She’d never thought she’d find a sliver of joy in this place but she did. And it wasn’t just a piece. It was him. 

You’re everything to me too, Eren.

“Can you say it?” She asked him bashfully. “M-my name… Can you… call me by my name?”

Eren smiled, as gentle as the spring shower. He embraced her tighter, his lips lingered near her shoulder and she expected them to brush but he didn’t let them. Not until she permitted him to.

Then he formed her name and she felt like she was being reborn. 

The girl cried. For the first time, her eyes felt hot but there was no wound inside her chest. For the first time, she learned that there was beauty in this world, that her pain didn’t last for eternity. For the first time, she felt infinite.

And it was because of him.

She wiped her tears away with the back of her hand, taking a sharp breath before she turned around in his arms. “Eren…”

His thumb skimmed over her cheek, erasing her tear stain. “Hmm?”

Thank you for giving back my heart. Thank you for collecting the pieces and mending them together. Thank you for protecting it. “Thank you.” Her smile was like a light in the darkness. “For coming into my life.”

Her fingers found his chin before they moved upward, her eyes turning crescents when she felt him smile. He leaned close, lightly brushing the tips of their noses together. “You’re very welcome.”

Thank you for reminding me I have a heart.

***

Eren woke up in a room he was not familiar with. The smell of antiseptics, cleaning agents, and medical supplies filled the air, making him scrunch his nose in discomfort. His eyes were heavy, his muscles felt sore, and his mind was losing fragments of memories. He couldn’t remember what happened to him, or why he was there. When he looked out of the window, the night was dark with no stars. Even the moon was hiding behind gray clouds. He knew he should’ve gone somewhere by then. He should’ve been there in her room, witnessing another one of her precious smiles before he carved it in his mind. But when he tried to sit up on the bed, pain reverberated from his lower abdomen, spreading like wildfire. He groaned in agony, his eyebrows deeply furrowed.

“Easy, there, easy,” Theo Magath said, standing from his seat beside the bed. “You don’t want to open your wound.”

Eren hissed. It still felt like someone was slicing the skin off his belly. “What happened?” He asked, letting his commander check on his wound.

“We were attacked,” Magath explained. “Somebody tried to kill me with a knife and you threw yourself in front of me. You saved my life, kid.”

“Me?” Eren frowned, not remembering any of it. “I… I did?”

“Yeah, you got a long cut on your stomach but thank God you survived,” the older man patted his head. His smile was almost fatherly, which didn't seem to fit the rest of his features. “You knocked your head when you fell so you had a concussion. Maybe that’s why you don’t remember anything. You passed out for two days.”

Two days?

“Oh…” Eren calmed down a little, but his eyebrows were still stitched together. That means she has been waiting for me for two days. Eren swallowed the thought and hoped that nothing bad happened to her. “Who attacked us?”

“I don’t know,” Magath answered, his face glinting in anger. “There were only a few of them. They wore something around their head so I couldn’t make out their faces.”

“Were they Eldians?”

“Isn’t that obvious?” Magath snorted, sinking back into his chair with his arms folded on his chest. “We need to find out their names. Once we do, I’ll kill them with my bare hands.”

Something felt strange. If they were indeed Eldians, it would be the first time they revolted in this camp. No one had ever started a rebellion against the soldiers before. They weren’t brave enough. Or stupid. So, what changed?

“Think I owe you my life,” Magath thanked him, forcing Eren to cast aside his thoughts for now. “Do you need my help with something?”

“Oh, no, it’s—” Then, he blinked, recalling something. “Actually, yes. I do need your help.”

***

The girl woke up in the middle of the night, feeling just as restless as she was when she went to sleep fifteen minutes ago. Being locked up in the military brothel only meant that she could only sleep for three hours a day, while the rest of those hours were used to keep the men company. Her body withered in the first few months here, but her heart forced her to be strong. Time passed by, the season changed, and so did she. She adapted to the environment, both physically and mentally. It was not enough to keep her emotions composed every time, but it was enough for her to survive for another day.

She never had a night visitor before—at least, not during her resting hours. The guards wouldn’t permit anyone to visit the brothel at this time, except perhaps the top officers. But those knocking sounds… These footsteps… They sounded familiar.

Then her name was spoken.

Her eyes grew wide as she rose on her bed, her mouth parted in a small gasp. “Eren—”

A calloused palm was clamped over her lips, but the sound of his restrained laughter resonated in her ear. “Don’t be too loud,” Eren whispered, grinning. “The guards don’t know I’m here.”

But she couldn’t keep her excitement to herself. Quickly, she raised herself to her knees and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling the man into her bed. “Eren,” she vocalized his name like it was her favorite word, her breath felt pleasingly warm on his ear. She hugged him tightly to her chest, his lean fingers tangled in her hair. “Oh, Eren, I’ve missed you!” Tears were starting to form behind her eyelids. I thought I lost you...

“I’ve missed you too,” Eren replied, followed by her name. She giggled, letting him brush her tears away before they stained her cheeks. Eren thought she looked even younger right then. 

He explained the reason why he hadn’t been able to visit her in the last few days, but he was unable to be perfectly honest. “We needed more men, so I went on a patrol at night,” he said, which was true, but he left the part where he was unconscious because of his wound—one that almost ended his life for good.

She didn’t suspect him, only nodding her head understandingly. “How could you get in here, though?” she asked. “It’s not visiting hours yet, is it?”

“I got help from a friend.” Eren let his lips brush her fingertips when she traced the shape of his mouth, wanting to feel his smile. “I can stay here with you for the rest of the night.” 

She looked like she was seconds away from crying again when she embraced him. Eren rested his elbows on the sheets, hovering above her. Eren was careful not to crush her body down with his weight, and he was trying not to move too much. His injury was still healing.

“Ouch, ouch,” Eren hissed when her knee grazed his stab wound.

“W-what?” she asked, panicking. Her blind eyes searched the air. “What is it?”

“You just kneed my wound,” he replied, chuckling as he grimaced. He rolled to his back, gritting his teeth to contain the pain. The bed dipped a little from his weight. 

She rose, gently settling a hand on his chest. “Where is it?”

Eren carefully tangled his hand with hers, guiding it down to his lower abdomen. She could feel thick bandages underneath her fingertips. “Don’t you dare poke it, okay?” he joked but she wasn’t laughing. Her face was solemn, deeply worried.

“What happened?” she queried, her eyebrows knitted in concern.

“Accident at work.” He tried to keep it simple. “It’s not a big deal. It’ll heal.”

But she wasn’t satisfied with that answer. 

“Hey, I’m fine,” Eren repeated, tittering as he stroked her cheek. “Don’t worry about me.”

She rolled her lower lip between her teeth. Her palm was pressed against the back of Eren’s hand that was cupping her cheek. “Eren…”

“Hmm?” he hummed. Just a single touch and he felt like he was paralyzed with happiness. “What is it?”

“I don’t want you to get hurt,” she softly said but in such a serious demeanor that his smile began to falter. “I don’t... I don’t want to lose you.”

Eren peered into her eyes. His heart became warmer and everything felt better in a way. He slowly sat up, framing her face with both hands.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he convinced her, rubbing comforting circles on her skin with his thumb. “I’m here with you, aren’t I?”

She smiled and closed her eyes, reveling in his touch before she kissed the inside of his palm. His face reddened almost instantly, shocked by the sudden intimacy and how such an innocent, tender gesture could light his skin on fire. “I think I've mentioned this before… Your hand is so rough.” She took his other hand, kissing the same spot that caused shivers to run down his spine. “But your hair feels so soft. Why is that?”

His mind was a blank canvas. He lost his words, maybe even his voice. So it surprised him when he found himself forming a question. 

“Can I kiss you?”

She stiffened, her eyes were left unblinking. Her stare was as empty as ever but Eren could tell the effects he had on her. She wasn’t repulsed by the thought. She was… embarrassed.

She was so irresistible, almost like the devil herself. A beautiful, beautiful devil that could easily lure him away from heaven. 

She nodded, shaky but it was permission, nonetheless. Eren drew a deep breath. His heart was racing a thousand miles per hour. 

They sat on the bed, their pinkies brushing against one another before Eren lifted his hand and settled it carefully on the side of her face. She shut her eyes, her lower lip quivered and Eren leaned in, his stomach somersaulting.

He kissed her, but not quite on the lips. It was on her cheek, but close enough that she could taste his breath on her tongue if she wanted to. He released her, his viridian eyes not brave enough to meet her gaze. “Was that… Was that okay?”

She was confused, baffled. “Why didn't you kiss me on the lips?”

He blushed. “Y-you expected me to kiss you there?”

“I—” She mirrored his expression. “I just thought you’d—I thought you’d… want to…”

Fuck, he thought. Her innocence was her finest seduction and Eren was just a boy, too weak to resist temptation. “I want to!” He promptly said. “God, you don't know just how much—” He kissed her. He still had words to say but he didn’t have the patience to say them. He kissed her firmly on the lips, his fingers resting on her jaw, holding her in place. It was his first kiss but Eren did it like he was running out of time. There was zeal, there was passion, there was love. He was taking her breath away, as much as she took his. He was thinking about everything at once, then none at all. All he cared about was how soft her lips felt underneath his. How perfect they were. And how he could never want to let her go.

She could barely keep up, burned by his touch. “S-slow down,” she gasped, fisting the fabric of his shirt.

That stopped him at once. “Fuck,” he cursed under his breath, immediately breaking away from her. “I’m sorry,” he begged, his hands itching to comfort her but he kept them restrained, afraid that they would frighten her. “I’m so sorry, that was—I don’t know what took over me. Are you okay?” He examined her face closely. “Did I hurt you?”

Did I scare you?

It was so clear to her just how guilty he felt over one vigorous kiss. But he got it all wrong. She didn’t want him to stop. She just wanted to take it slow, so she could feel him better. Learn about him better. She wanted to memorize his taste, wanted it to linger so she could understand the emotions he felt inside. “Ren,” she said, “I liked it.”

“W-what?” His face was aflame. “You did?”

She nodded. “I… want you to do it again.”

Eren swallowed hard, and when she gathered his face in her hands, he stopped breathing. “Can I… do it to you this time?” She was diffident about it, which made her even more adorable, and sensual, in his eyes.

“Y-yes, please.”

She smiled at his response, and he could see how nervous she was. Eren didn't close his eyes as she leaned in. He wanted to see everything, wanted to feel everything. Her lips were on his skin, but she failed to land them on the perfect spot. Her kiss was pressed against the corner of his mouth and she broke away with a frown.

“You missed my lips,” Eren said, holding back his smile.

She was flustered, but unlike him, she was quick to regain her composure. “You expected me to kiss you there?” Her smile was a tease in itself.

Eren laughed. “You are driving me crazy.”

He didn’t let any second go to waste. He shortened the gap and tugged her close. The kiss was young and hasty, and just as reckless as he was as a person. She was clutching to his neck as if she was about to drown, and Eren felt something swirling in the pit of his stomach when she parted her lips to let him in.

“Keep you,” he sighed into her mouth as he laid her down on the bed once again. “I want to keep you… God, you’re beautiful.”

She let out a muted gasp when Eren moved his lips down to her neck. She carded her fingers through his hair, while her other hand was locked with his, pinned against the sheets beside her head. Eren was gentle and passionate at the same time. Everything felt overwhelming.

“Eren…” She gasped when he pressed his body against her, their lips molded together as if they were originally one. “Eren, I—”

“I love you,” Eren professed before she could finish her line. He broke away, gazing deeply into her eyes. Sometimes he wished she could see him back, but he realized that she did. She always looked at him in her own ways. She understood him better than anyone, better than himself.

She glued her hand on his chest, and she smiled when she looked up at him. “Your heart is pounding, Soldier.”

Eren laughed softly. “It’s kind of a package deal when you’re confessing your love to someone.”

She nibbled on her lip, reaching out a hand again and Eren bent his head down so she could press it against his cheek. “I wish I could see you,” she said, sighing softly as she trailed her fingers along his sharp jawline. “You must be so handsome.”

And handsome he was. Body, mind, and soul—Eren Jaeger, to her, was perfection.

“This...” She started, leaning forward to catch his lips in a chaste kiss. “I always love it when you smile like this,” she said, running her index finger across his lips. “I could imagine it vividly in my mind. The innocence of it… The beauty…”

“I am hardly innocent, my lady.” Eren’s husky voice was almost seductive when he kissed her fingertips. She let one of them slip between his lips and shivered when she felt how warm he was.

“True,” she agreed, smiling timidly. “Because sometimes, it’s not just a smile, is it? Sometimes it’s a smirk. Like a teasing, boyish smirk.”

Eren chuckled but he stopped abruptly when she slowly pushed him away. He followed her lead, watching her sit on the bed. Her robe slipped down her shoulders, revealing enough skin that looked so soft, it left him dizzy. She laid back down on the bed, abashed when she felt his eyes ravishing her body for the first time.

“Come here,” she shyly said, gesturing to him to come closer with trembling fingers.

“A-are you sure?” he squeaked out and she laughed a little, getting even more embarrassed than she already was.

“Yes.”

And with her consent, Eren pressed down against her again, colliding his warmth with hers, sinking into her embrace, and breathed in the same air. She smelled sweet, like apples and peaches. While to her, Eren tasted wild and fresh, like the pine trees after the storm.

They moved slowly as passion came second. Their bodies spoke devotion, the lips only formed praises and language of love. Eren kept their hands intertwined whenever he could, and when she moaned, he made sure that it was in the form of his name.

“I love you, Ren,” she said breathlessly. She could feel his pulse inside her body in the part where they were connected. “I never thought I could love someone but I do. I love you so much, it scares me.”

He felt the same way, and it left him wondering why. Why was he scared? Was it because there was very little chance of them having a future together? What if they didn’t have a future? What if he’d die during the next war? What if her life ended in one of the soldiers’ hands? What if their eternity only existed until the next break of dawn?

There was a rush of feelings and his chest hurt because he couldn’t contain it. He channeled it through his kisses that grew even more feverish as more seconds went by. Eren, she noticed, always kissed her like time was about to swallow him whole and their days together would end in a few seconds. But then she realized maybe it was true. Their days were indeed numbered. Moments like this couldn’t last forever. Eternity would end in minutes if you didn’t have the freedom to make your choice.

With that thought in mind, she embraced him again, running her fingers down his spine and raking them back up when Eren curled his tongue around hers.

“Eren...” Eren loved the way she called his name. She made him feel worthy. She made him feel loved.

When Eren held her that night, he was gentle and loving. But at the end, she began to cry, burying her face in the crook of his neck. “I...” she sobbed softly to his shoulder. “I’ve never been this happy in my entire life.” 

He cradled her in his arms, kissed her hair, and whispered how much he’d love her for the rest of the days they had together. If he had more time, he would’ve described how happy she made him feel. How just a brush of her leg against his sent warmth to his every nerve. How every touch of her hand gave him more life, more reasons to live. How every kiss from her lips managed to set his soul on fire.

But time was off-limit, and they spent their last moment fulfilling her wish. “Tell me a poem.” And he did. He recited his favorite one, the one that he’d memorized by heart. She listened intently with her head on his chest, her fingers drawing designs on his skin. There was nothing but bliss on their faces. They were in serenity.

“What made you love poetry?” she questioned him when he was finished.

“My mother. She used to read me poems instead of bedtime stories before bed.”

She smiled, her eyes drooping at the sound of his rhythmic heartbeat. “Have you written one before?”

“I’m not very good with words.”

She didn’t buy it, not even for a second, but if he didn’t feel like revealing it to her yet, then she wouldn’t force him to. “Do you think I can write one?”

“Of course, you can,” Eren replied, playing with the strands of her hair. “You just need to find some inspiration and, well, a piece of paper and a pen, I guess.”

Inspiration, she ruminated. Her inspiration seemed to only revolve around him. But that was it, wasn’t it? That’s what I should write about. “I’ll write you one someday,” she promised him. “I don’t know where I can find a paper and a pen but…” She tarried, moving a little so she could plant a kiss above his heart. 

Eren shivered at the contact. “I-I’ll bring them to you later.”

She did it again, parting her mouth this time to taste his skin. “I’ve forgotten how to write.”

He draped an arm over his face, blushing madly. “I’ll write—” he nearly moaned. “I’ll write it down for you.” She chuckled at his reaction, pulling away to give him a moment to breathe. Eren exhaled in relief. Another kiss from her lips and he would’ve made love to her again. “What is it going to be about?” He questioned. “Your poem.”

“About you.” To her surprise, she didn’t feel so embarrassed when she said it. "About the kindness you’ve shown me. About how you saved me, right when I needed to be saved.”

He turned a bit gloomy, his eyes weary as they were transfixed to the ceilings. “I haven’t saved you yet,” he mumbled, his voice hushed. 

“You have.” She convinced him. “You’ve saved me more times than I could count. I wouldn’t be here today, if it wasn’t for you, Eren.” I would’ve taken my own life that day if you weren’t there. 

Gratitude glowed inside him. “I could say the same about you.”

They shared a kiss, tasting each other's smiles. “Hey, I’ve got an idea,” Eren said, shifting her lips to her nose, her cheeks, and her temple as he spoke. “Why don’t you just write a poem about us?”

Her spirits brightened. “I think I could do that.”

“Be sure to talk more about me, though. You need to show more of the love you have for me. And not just about my handsome face.”

She giggled. “Haven’t I loved you enough today?”

He held her chin between his fingers, smiling as he leaned close. “Mmm, not enough.” He looked into her heavenly eyes with infinite adoration, and their kiss was perfect.

She drifted away not long after, falling into a string of sweet dreams of a handsome boy with brunette hair and kisses that tasted like summer. Eren let her drowse, let her rest, let her smile in her sleep. 

“Forever,” he whispered, brushing his lips against her forehead one last time before he let exhaustion take over him. “I’ll keep you like this with me... Forever…”

***

An hour later, Eren woke up with gentle lips placing lingering kisses on the tip of his nose. The twenty-two-year-old boy slowly opened his eyes, still heavy with sleep. “Hey,” he said, smiling sleepily.

“Hi,” she responded with a soft smile and Eren wrapped his arms around her waist to pull her close. He closed his eyes again when he felt her lay down her head on his shoulder. 

“Thank you for the hairpin,” she whispered in his ear, referring to the ornament Eren placed in her hair when she was asleep.

He hummed drowsily. “Do you want me to describe it to you?” he asked and she nodded. Eren rubbed his eyes awake and scooted back to the headboard, laying his bare back against the wooden surface. He tugged her close gently by the hand and she followed. The soldier rearranged the hairpin on her hair, clipping her bangs so they wouldn’t fall to her eyes.

“The hairpin looks pink in color,” Eren began, tucking her stray locks behind her ear. “It’s shaped like a cherry blossom, tiny but different from the others. But that’s not what I’d like to describe to you. That’s not what I want to see.”

“Hmm?” She cutely tilted her head to the side in curiosity. 

“These lips right here…” Eren pointed by grazing his thumb along with the shape of her mouth. “Are the ones I always remember before I go to sleep. The way they curve when you smile, how soft they feel. It makes me want to kiss you.” He leaned in, granting her a chaste kiss. “Again.” He repeated the motion, gently brushing their lips together. When he pulled away, she could still feel his warm breath on her skin. “And again.” Her heart fluttered when he teased her mouth open, just enough to get a glimmer of her taste. “And again.” He pecked her one more time until she giggled softly in front of him. “Until I realize that maybe I don’t want to sleep at all. Maybe I just want to stay awake and kiss you forever.”

“Liar,” she said, playfully pushing him away by his chest. “You’re always sleepy.”

“No, I’m not,” Eren replied, chuckling. He sighed contentedly when she returned to her position, lying her head above his heart, hearing the constant thumping sounds and how alive he was.

“Eren…”

“Hmm?”

“What does eternity feel like?” she asked, her visionless eyes staring at the air. 

“A very long time,” Eren murmured against her hair.

“Then keep me for eternity, will you?” It wasn't just a line, it was her plea. 

His frown broke upon her words, noticing the change in her tone. “What—”

“Promise me,” she breathed out. “Eren, promise me you’ll remember me forever. Even after this. Even after everything. Even if things suddenly change and I—”

Eren straightened his back, gathering her frail figure into his lap. “Hey, what’s wrong? Are you okay?”

She nodded but when she buried her face in the crook of his neck, Eren felt wet tears splashing against his skin. “I don’t want you to leave,” she sobbed into his arms. “Eren, please don’t leave me…”

“I won’t,” he said, kissing her shoulder. “I won’t. I’ll stay. I’ll keep you for eternity, remember?”

But Eren knew that in another few minutes from now, their reality would come crashing down. Another soldier would come barging into the room and he would try to explain that this was his fault. That he was the one who stole the key from Magath. That he was the one who sold himself for a woman’s heart. 

And their eternity would end. 

And promises would just be another word that ended up in vain.

***

“Hey, what happened?” Eren asked another soldier, his chest constricting. An ominous feeling shrouded his thoughts, even when he could barely understand what was going on before him. 

More than a hundred Eldians gathered near the fences that separated their camps from the field where the Marleyan soldiers used to punish the ones who did not respect their rules. These people were now pushing against the barrier, desperately wanting to get inside. They were furious; their eyes filled with a raging blaze that made Eren’s skin shiver in dread.

Another Marleyan soldier came to answer him. “Those bastards are angry 'cause we’re going to give a death penalty to their friend,” he scoffed. “I mean, come on. We murder their people so many times already. You’d think they’d be accustomed to it by now.”

“Death penalty?” Eren quaked. “To who?”

“Don’t care.”

Eren’s nose flared in vexation but he kept his temper steady. “What did he do?” He assumed that the prisoner was a male. It usually happened that way.

The Marleyan soldier seemed idle in satisfying Eren’s curiosity but he answered anyway. “From what I’ve heard, there was a bunch of dumb Eldians wanting to get away from our camp. They thought they could escape, those fuckers,” he snorted loudly, “But obviously, they failed. They were wearing these black masks on their faces and they managed to attack one of our guards. When we called for back-ups, they scattered away. We didn’t get to catch any of them, and so, Magath was pissed.”

Eren unconsciously started to touch the wound along his abdomen. So that was what happened back then.

“Magath started to look around, trying to get their names, but none of them dared to speak. So he threatened to kill a random person every day until he found out who they were. He managed to blast off three heads in the past few days. It was a fun thing to see.” The soldier laughed while Eren’s stomach lurched in disgust. “Honestly, I would love to keep that going but one of the Eldians raised his hand, confessed that it was him—that he wanted to take responsibility for his actions. He said it was him who forced those Eldians to rebel but he didn’t want to give out any of his friends’ names. Stupid decision, if you ask me. He said he would take the punishment by himself. Magath, surprisingly, agreed. He was having a great day, I guess. So he said that he would be punished for his friends’ sins too and he wouldn’t make it easy. I was surprised that Eldian didn’t shit his pants back then. Pretty brave for a scrawny kid.” The soldier yawned before he smirked at Eren. “Well, anyway, he’s as good as dead. He was something, though. We tortured him night and day and he never made a sound. I lashed my whip at him a few times this morning and man, it was hard to make him cry and beg for mercy. He kept glaring at me even when his skin was starting to peel off his back.”

Eren’s fingers curled into angry fists and he would’ve most likely punched the other soldier to death if his eyes didn’t land on the prisoner who was hauled into the field. Three Marleyan soldiers forced him down to his knees and the prisoner winced in pain when the end of his executioner’s gun hit his head. The rest of the soldiers tied his hands to the poles that stood behind his body. And with a wicked smile, a Marleyan officer yanked the prisoner’s hair back and showed his face to the world.

Eren’s heart plummeted to his stomach. 

“Armin!” He didn’t notice he was screaming until he heard his own voice. It was filled with shock, desperation, disappointment, wrath, but most of all, agony.

The prisoner lifted his head and Eren barely recognized him. There were fresh, angry scars blooming everywhere on his face, marring his cheeks, his chin, his forehead. One of his eyes was swollen, while the other one was continuously bleeding. Eren didn’t even dare to ask himself what his soldiers had done to him. 

Their eyes met, and for a moment everything faded into a blur until the blonde-hair boy smiled at the soldier he regarded as a friend.

“Eren,” he mouthed. He still had the same warmth, the same kindness on his face. I’m glad you’re okay, Armin thought.

“You know that guy?” the soldier beside Eren suspiciously asked him but he was left ignored. 

He kept his green eyes locked on Armin’s. They were no longer blue but scarlet, stained with his blood.

Was he really the one who started the rebellion? Eren mused, his heart thumping loudly. Was he the one who attacked those guards—who attacked me?

Armin that Eren knew was a man who was always cautious and smart when it came to making decisions. Eren remembered back then when Armin said he wanted to get away from here, but decided not to as it was a reckless move. So what changed him? Did he do it? Did he try to escape while bringing people with him? Did he really try to run at the risk of harming his own friends? It didn’t sound like him at all.

Without knowing, Eren was already stepping forward, wanting to get closer to the prisoner. To help him. To do something. 

To save his life.

“Hey, Kruger!” The Marleyan soldier grabbed Eren harshly by his arm. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!”

Eren couldn’t hear anything. The world was in slow motion when his eyes drifted again to Armin’s soft ones. The boy lightly shook his head, reminding the soldier that he should know his place. Eren belonged to the army. He needed to serve his country. He needed to stay on his spot and be a witness to the scene as his government began the trial, putting a death sentence on the prisoner—on his friend.

Words were being uttered by his commander but Eren couldn’t make out any of them. He kept his gaze fixated on Armin—on how his friend was kneeling there, waiting calmly as he listened to the sins Eren was certain he didn’t commit. Armin was a nice person, perhaps the kindest of them all. It shouldn’t be a surprise if he decided to stand up for his people and trade their lives with his. Maybe that was the truth. Maybe that was what actually happened. And now he was sentenced to death for trying to save them.

This wasn’t fair. Nothing about it was fair.

Armin was smiling. Continuously smiling and Eren wondered why because all he could feel at the moment was fear. It was until the executioner came with a long sword in his hands, did Armin begin to quiver but only slightly. A tear slipped out from his swollen eye to the tip of his nose, but his smile never faltered away.

Eren heard someone screaming Armin’s name and it took a while until he realized that it was himself. A couple of soldiers tried to hold him down, wrapping their arms along his waist to keep him away from running to the field and standing in front of the prisoner—of the friend he treasured the most. 

“Armin!” Eren screamed so loudly, his ears began to ring. “No, wait—he’s innocent—he’s innocent!” But his voice was drowned by the crowd’s vehement protests.

Armin lowered his head. His tears began to stain the earth and he felt no regret when he whispered, “Thank you, Eren.” For protecting me till the end. But it’s okay. It will all be over now.

And when the sword was raised to the sun, Armin kept his eyes on Eren once again and mouthed his last words.

Take care of Jean for me.

Then Armin became nothing but a name, and a huge piece of Eren's soul died with him.

Eren never felt so angry in his entire life. He snapped, his instincts kicked in and his body went autopilot. He began to retaliate, pushing and attacking every soldier that came to hold him down. It was chaos and he was the one who created it. The Eldians watched from the other side of the fence—some were looking at him with questioning eyes, and some were still screaming over Armin’s death. His blood was still fresh on the field, flowing from the throat that no longer had a head.

Eren was screaming, cursing, and possibly bringing himself closer to his death but he didn’t care. All of this needed to stop.

And time did stop for him when a man hit him behind his neck and all Eren could see was darkness.

***

When Eren opened his eyes, his commander, Theo Magath was sitting right next to him with his hands crossed in front of his chest. His thick eyebrows were turning into a scowl, his voice sounding dangerously low when he spoke.

“I am disappointed in you,” he said, without so much of an introduction. Eren winced when he shifted in his bed. His head still throbbed badly.

Eren wanted to tell him the truth rather than give out excuses. The truth about how much he hated the army, the situation he was in, and the responsibility he had to bear as a Marleyan soldier. How he despised the fact that there wasn’t even a glint of humanity in their hearts anymore. But Magath rose from his seat before he was given the chance to say a word. His commander grabbed his gun and he pointed it at his head. The steel was freezing against his skin, but Eren kept his chin tilted up high. His eyes showed no signs of fear, only hatred.

Magath gritted his teeth and pulled the trigger. Eren didn’t think he would shoot, but he was still surprised when the bullet didn’t set a hole in his head.

“Now I owe you nothing,” Magath muttered, lowering his gun and slinging it across his shoulder. “A life for a life. The next time I see you taking their side again, I’ll shoot your head without hesitation. You remember that, Soldier.”

Eren didn’t know whether he should be grateful or not. Maybe he should because now he had the chance to save one more life other than hers.

Jean Kirstein.

***

“Jean!” Eren called out his name as he approached the man who was standing near the lake where the three of them used to meet. It was a few hours after midnight, just like usual. He didn't expect to find him there, but he was grateful that he did.

With tears-streaked eyes, Jean shot up to his feet. He looked anxious—terrified. His body trembled in shock and when Eren was about to ask why, he noticed that the boy was holding a knife in his right hand. Then it clicked.

Jean was about to end his life.

“You fucking asshole—” Eren lunged at the other boy, pushing him until Jean’s body became limp and they both fell to the ground. Eren kicked his knife away, his grip on his shirt was hard enough to tear the fabric apart.

“It was your plan, wasn’t it?!” He straddled the taller man’s waist, landing a hard punch along his jaw. “You were the one who tried to escape!” Jean spat blood; one of his teeth was missing. “Goddamn it, Jean! Armin turned himself in to protect you!” Eren screamed, punching him again but Jean never tried to fight back. “And now you want to kill yourself?! Are you losing your fucking mind—”

“I am!” Jean shouted, glaring at him with angry tears welling in his eyes. “I am losing my mind! Everyone around me is dead! Armin—” He choked. “Armin is dead because of me…”

“So what, you’re gonna repay him with your death?!”

“What else could I do?!” Jean lamented, drowning in such misery that Eren froze his fist before it could connect with his jaw. “It was my idea—Armin didn’t want to go. He said we needed more time but I didn’t listen to him. I went out on my own accord, I—I even brought my friends with me too and he was there to stop me but I never listened to him and—”

“Jean—”

“I attacked you!” He yelled, leaving the other man stunned. “I stabbed you and I—I’m so sorry—“ He was wrecked, consumed by his guilt. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean—I didn’t—”

Jean lost his voice. He could only weep. The tip of his nose was turning red and his body shivered violently as he sobbed. Eren only stared at him, watching the way his emotions were going haywire. “I’m sorry,” he whimpered, his head falling to the side and his fingers clawed into the cold hard ground. “I’m sorry, Armin. I’m sorry.”

Eren unclenched his fists, noticing that he just hurt the one he was supposed to protect. He had promised Armin he would, and he intended to keep his words no matter how hard it would be. Taking a deep breath, he broke away from him.

“Stand up,” the soldier commanded, and when Jean didn’t, he grabbed him by the collar and pulled him up harshly to his feet. “Listen to me.” Eren clamped his hands around Jean’s bony shoulders. “I need you to stay alive. I promised Armin I’m going to keep you safe but I can’t do it if you don’t value your own soul.”

“I should’ve been the one on that field,” Jean said, sobbing fervently until tremors ran through his body. “I should’ve been the one who died—not Armin—”

“Nobody deserves to die,” Eren cut him short. “Do you hear me? Nobody. Armin’s luck ended there but you’re still alive so fight for it! You have me, Jean. I’m not going to let you die.” As Jean just stared, stupefied by his words, Eren urged him to speak. “Do you understand me?”

He was silent for a few seconds more before he weakly nodded.

“Say it,” Eren demanded. “Say that you want to live.”

Another tear slipped away to stain his cheek but it was the last one he would allow. Slowly, he regained his will, a glimmer of determination painting his eyes. “I want to live.”

“Good.” Eren finally let himself smile. “I know it’s hard but please stay here for a few more days. I’m going to let you out of here.”

“H-how?”

Eren paused. He did not have his answers yet and he knew his time was running out. But he had to give him hope. He had to be strong for Jean to feel the same.

“I’ll think of something.”

***

“We don’t have much time,” Eren said, walking back and forth in the same spot of her room. “We need to get out of here. Time is running out. I can’t lose both you and Jean. We need to move.”

The lady sat on her bed with her fingers curling around the hem of her robe. Her face contorted in concern and something more, but Eren was too perturbed to pay attention. His mind was swirling fast, desperately trying to find a way for them to escape.

“Eren—”

“There must be something I can do,” he said, biting the nail of his thumb. He grew even more anxious by the second. “There must be some kind of a loophole I can—”

“Eren—”

“If only I can just—”

“Eren!” With her shout—loud enough for him to hear but not enough for her voice to be heard from outside the walls—Eren was yanked back from his musing. When he took a look at her, his gaze immediately softened but it didn’t stay that way for long. Quickly, it turned into a frown when he perceived her expression.

“What’s wrong?” Eren asked, hastily moving to her side and sitting down on the bed beside her. “Are you hurt somewhere?”

She hesitated when she spoke and that worried him more. “I… I can’t go with you.”

Eren froze. “What?”

“I can’t escape with you,” she repeated, her eyes looking straight through him, but not seeing him at all. “It’s too... risky.”

“I know but you don’t have to worry.” Eren soothed her with a light kiss on the lips. “I’ll keep you safe with me, you hear me?” He cupped her face with both hands, rubbing his thumb in comforting circles against her cheekbone. “I’ll protect you with my life.”

That’s the reason why I don't want to go. “It’s not me I’m worried about,” she said, biting her trembling lip.

He knew she was talking about him. He called upon her name, just as sweet and tender as usual despite the hurricane churning in his chest. “I can take care of myself. You don’t need to—”

But she shook her head, not assured at all. “You can’t guarantee that. Eren, I’m not that important for you to risk your life—”

He was not being himself today, he knew that for certain. If he had been, he wouldn’t have raised his voice. But he did. He snapped.

“Not important—How can you say that?!” Eren barked, and she flinched from the sudden anger in his tone.

“I…” She panicked. “I didn’t mean to upset you, it’s just—”

“I just lost my friend.” She could witness his anguish so clearly just by hearing his voice. “I lost Armin for a sin he didn’t commit and I stood there, doing nothing. I am not going to do that again. Not to you. Not to Jean.”

“Eren—”

“Why are you so scared about this?!” Eren stood up, not knowing himself anymore. He’d lost himself to anger and the pain that he’d been trying to bottle up inside. Losing Armin had finally taken its toll on him and his final string of patience came apart. “I’m trying so hard to find a way to save you and now you’re saying you don’t want to be saved?! Do you wanna live the rest of your life working like a whore in this place?! Is that what you want?!”

He might as well just throw a dagger at her chest, it would’ve probably hurt less. So it’s true, she thought. Deep down, he always thought of her like that. As a comfort woman, a whore who knew nothing but to give her body for men to take pleasure in. Just like everybody else.

Eren noticed the pained look on her face. “Fuck,��� he hissed, one hand going to his head, yanking at his roots. He was beyond frustrated but as he managed to collect himself, he returned to her spot, kneeling in front of her. “I’m sorry,” he said, and it was filled with nothing but sincerity. It just wasn’t enough to heal the wound he’d inflicted. “I didn’t mean to say it like that. I was… I’m losing my mind.”

“It’s fine.” Her voice was cold. Bitter. But she didn’t cry. Instead, she turned away from him. “I think I’d like you to leave.” 

“Please don’t be like this.”

“I don’t think we should talk about this any longer–”

“But I’m trying to save your life!” He was begging for her to understand. “For God’s sake, why can’t you just agree with me—”

“Because I’m pregnant!”

The silence that followed was haunting, and he lost the ability to feel anything in those few dreadful seconds. “What?”

“I’m pregnant…” she repeated, quieter this time. The look in her eyes was desolate. She clamped her hands together, holding herself tight enough until her nails turned white. “I’ve been feeling sick lately and they... They found out that I was pregnant.”

And Eren knew, it was not his child.

He unconsciously took a step back and a flit of hurt went through her eyes because she heard it. She could hear the fear and the disappointment in his voice when he spoke, “You’re not pregnant. You can’t be. This is just a misunderstanding.”

But she only brought her head down, not saying a word.

“I’m going to find a way,” Eren stated, still sounding like he was lost even though he tried to convince himself that he wasn’t. “I’m… I just need a few more days.”

And when he left with hurried steps instead of a soft kiss on her lips, she brokenly smiled.

I don’t have a few more days, Eren.

***

Eren felt like he had a gushing wound but he didn’t know where it was; no way to mend it. He felt disappointed with himself—ashamed, even. How could he say those hurtful words to her? Why did he react that way? Why couldn’t he gather enough courage to stay and listen to what she wanted to say?

“It’s because I’m pregnant.”

Eren knew it took a lot more than just bravery for her to say those words. And he wanted to punch himself in the face for reacting like it was a disease he needed to get away from. It shouldn’t have mattered whether she was pregnant or not. It shouldn’t have mattered if they managed to escape and raise a baby together that wasn’t his blood. He loved her. And that was the only thing that should’ve mattered at that time. 

And if his people knew about her pregnancy, he didn’t have much time left to save her.

He needed to move. Fast.

Eren did not sleep that night. He was wide awake thinking, hating himself first, regretting his sins, then accepting his guilt. Once hours had passed, his old self returned. He had found his way. He knew what he had to do. The sun had not raised above the horizon, but Eren was awake and ready. With hasty movements, he tied his shoes and ran to the building he’d been visiting for the last few months. He needed to apologize. He needed her to know that her pregnancy didn’t mean anything. He still loved her just as much, no matter what.

But when he sneaked into her room, using the key Magath once gave to him, he found another girl on her bed.

“Stay where you are!” A girl with a lighter shade of hair, shrieked when she saw him. “Who are–mmph!” 

Eren quickly shushed her down with a hand clasped over her mouth. When he managed to convince her that he had no intention to harm her, he took his hand away and asked her about the lady he was looking for.

Backing away from him, she said, “I don’t know who you’re talking about.”

The girl wore a similar thin robe like what she used to wear, but her eyes were more determined. Fearless, as she hadn’t known any better. That was when he realized that she was new. She was the latest addition to the brothel. She had just been brought here to serve the military guys with her body just like the other girls here.

The fact that she was there meant only one thing.

“No.” Eren’s breathing tattered, his eyes largening in horror. “No. No.”

The new girl frowned at the sudden change in his behavior. “Hey, are you oka—” she ended up with a small yelp when Eren suddenly grabbed her wrist tightly with his fingers. It was starting to feel painful.

“Where is she?!” He screamed, shaking her forcefully.

“I don’t know what you’re—” She panicked, threatened by his presence. “Let me go! You’re hurting me!”

“The girl!” Fear in his voice, despair in his eyes, shivers in his fingertips. “The lady who was here—where is she?!”

The new girl saw the pleading look on his face and she realized that Eren never meant to hurt her. He was just desperate for an answer. “S-some soldiers took her away,” she stuttered. “Not long after I got here, just a few hours ago. I don’t know where they went.”

Fuck. “Did she say anything?”

“We didn’t get the chance to talk. I asked her where I was but she said she didn’t have much time to explain. She told me to write something for her but–”

“Write?” Eren’s harsh tone was reduced to a small whisper.

She nodded, turning her body to retrieve a small piece of paper that was hidden underneath the pillow. “She said I should give this to a guy named Eren Jaeger. I-is that you?”

Eren didn’t answer. With trembling hands, he snatched away the paper from her hand. He didn’t read it then. He didn’t have time. He needed to find her before it was too late.

So he ran. He ran until his lungs felt like fire blazing through his veins. He ran until his throat felt like ice daggers with every breath he took. He ran until he could see her once again.

Where are they taking her? 

Is she still alive?

No, she is, he thought, his palms tightened until his fingers were drained from colors. She’s still alive. 

But the sky was nothing but a dark void, sucking all of his hope and wish. The sun hadn’t come up—at least not in a couple of hours, and the night’s chills were seeping into his bones. Clouds of warm breath appeared from his lips. He ran through every barrack, he ran through every camp, sneaking into every forbidden chamber he could without being seen by the guards but it was hopeless. The whole site was quiet.

Frantic and worn out, he found his way back to the lake. His feet seemed to bring him back to his favorite place where he often spent hours escaping reality, sorting his thoughts out. And that was when he saw it.

A body. Cold, blue, and bare, without a layer of clothes covering her skin.

She laid there on the cold ground with her eyes closed but her throat open. Her hair was strewn around the edge of the lake, her face facing the starless sky. The paleness of her icy blue skin was a stark contrast to the crimson color of dried blood that appeared along her neck.

With all his energy leaving him at once, Eren fell to his knees and even the wolves grew quiet to the sound of his scream. His lungs were hurting as he wheezed, gasping violently, his sanity deteriorating. He had both palms pressed against the ground as he cried, shedding tears until there were no more left. It was the first time he ever understood how it truly felt like to lose someone. Losing Armin was one thing, but losing her… 

He couldn’t breathe.

Pain. Just pain. Everything was pain.

Everything he remembered about her inflicted pain.

Everything he witnessed at that moment gave him pain.

And anger.

They need to pay for this.

Before the break of dawn, Eren burned the Marleyan soldier’s campsites to the ground. 

He lit his barrack on fire, making sure to seem like it was an accident. He acted clueless and innocent. The whole site was in chaos, and Eren stood on the side, pretending to be scared and shocked by the sudden fire that consumed everything like a starved demon, even when his lighter was still hot in his pocket. Even when his fingers were still soaked in gasoline.

He was out from the site before someone could suspect him and he fled to place small grenades along the fences. He blew them apart and the borders that separated the Eldians from the outside world disappeared. 

“GO! NOW!” Eren shouted, waving his hand violently and the Eldians, though they still looked terrified, grabbed their belongings and ran for their lives. People were dashing through the fences, crossing the borders, and trying to find their way to freedom. 

This was it. This was his revolution. His act of rebellion.

His act of humanity.

“Jean, you too, come on!” He yelled, beads of sweat breaking on his temple even when the coldness of the autumn breeze almost froze his bones. “Go!”

With shaky fingers and trembling knees, Jean raced forward.

“Come with me,” Jean begged, hand clutching around Eren’s wrist, his eyes quivering in panic. “Eren, run away with me.”

“I have to stay,” he firmly replied. “I need to hold back the guards. They must have heard the explosions. If they’re on their way here, I’m the only one who can buy us some time.”

“But you’ll get yourself killed—”

“There’s no other choice.”

“But—”

“Jean!” Eren grabbed the other man by the collar of his shirt, yanking him forward. “This is not the time to think! Don’t think about me. Don’t think about anyone else. Just focus on getting yourself safe. You understand me?”

Jean’s eyes were heavy with tears. “But Eren, y-you’ll—”

“I’ll live.” It was an empty promise, they both knew it but Eren’s smile was sincere when he released him. “Now, go. I’ll catch up with you. Promise me you’ll be safe.”

Jean nodded shakily. “Y-you too. Promise me.”

The soldier simply smiled again, letting his friend disappear under the faint glow of sunrise, knowing that this was going to be the first and the last betrayal Eren would do in his life.

“You can come out now,” Eren called, without even looking at the person who’d been watching him from the shadows. That figure soon approached him, with his guns hung freely on his back.

“You have a lot of guts, kid. I would’ve run away with those assholes if I were you,” Theo Magath said, throwing a wicked smile at the other man—the same one that used to send Eren trembling on his knees. But not anymore. Today, there was only resentment. There was only fury.

“You might want to hurry up, Commander.” Eren mocked his title. “Your prisoners are running away.”

Magath smiled wider, craning his neck a little. “You’ve changed a lot in these past few months. Is it because of that girl you loved? Too bad I didn’t let her say goodbye to you.”

Eren was rooted to the earth, struck dead by his words, his stomach twisting. The lake. Just how long had Magath known about it?He must have found out on his own but when? Did he follow him when he left to see Armin and Jean? Or was it from the start?

 Eren’s blood ran cold. Magath threw her body there to spite him.

“Did you like the surprise?” Magath sneered. “I left her there so you two can enjoy the sunrise together. Consider me doing you a favor.”

It was a shot of adrenaline to his head that made Eren raise his gun to Magath’s head and pull the trigger before he could rethink his decision. All this time he was struggling not to kill. Tonight that was all he wanted. He wanted to avenge her death—to take his life just like he had taken hers.

One shot, loud enough to resemble thunder, then the rest is silence.

If only his hands were steadier.

A bullet hit Eren on the chest. He didn’t know precisely where, all he knew was that his entire body was screaming in agony. His knees buckled a second before he fell to the ground, dropping to his back as his breathing began to stutter.

“What did I say?” Magath said. Eren’s bullet grazed one of his shoulders, but it was far from lethal. Landing his foot on his bleeding chest, Magath bent down until all Eren’s lifeless eyes could see was his face. “Your kind values are the ones that are going to get you killed someday, Eren Jaeger.”

And when he left, Eren stared at the stratosphere above. The rising sun cast a rosy hue across the morning sky with no clouds in sight, but it resembled a painting, nonetheless. Ah, she would’ve loved this, he thought, smiling weakly to himself. And he wondered, since when did he become so alone? Three days ago, he had everything. Armin was alive. Jean was safe. She was in his arms. It might not be perfect, the world could’ve been kinder, but at least, she was. She was perfect. They had each other. They felt infinite in such a limited time. 

Now he felt… cold. Everything felt cold. I’ve always hated the cold.

His lungs started to fail him. His fingers started to stop shaking. Blood was oozing from the wound. He could feel his heartbeat slowing. His death was nearing. Was he afraid? No. There was no fear. Only regret.

With weak, trembling fingers, he dispatched the small paper he kept in his pocket. If these were his last seconds to live, he wanted to dedicate them to the girl who owned his entire life. Because without her, his life would’ve never been worth a second to live.

Eren found out that it was a poem, one that she promised to write for him when she had her head on his shoulder and a beautiful smile on her lips.

With her name on the edge of his tongue, he began to read.

You know me like the earth

Where you were born and raised 

With a handsome smile, I never got to face

You perceive me like the sea

You swallow my secrets in

And keep them inside, behind the exchange of our three words

You hear me like the wind

I was quiet

But you were my lullaby in the spring

A song I never get to sing

You touch me like the air

So faint, so light

What I dream of every night

What I crave in my days

You kiss me like summer

Lingering warm, 

Wish it could last forever.

You hold me like the winter breeze

With cold fingers, dreading to see tomorrow

With warm breath, reminding me about life

And how each day is worth living for

I love you for eternity

Even when our days are numbered

Even when your promise crumble

Even when all you see is vain

Even if I’m not more than a bitter farewell

I will love you for eternity, Eren Jaeger

You are my life, my breath

My eternity

Eren closed his lids, feeling tears start to brim in his eyes but he kept them away from being shed. I will love you for eternity. He smiled as his breath left his lips and her name was the last thing he remembered.

You’re my eternity.

***

AN: Thank you so much for reading! I'm so sorry for giving you such a depressing story, but I hope you enjoyed it 😅Massive thanks to Sandra, Joli and Coi for beta-reading this for me. I love you, besties!

The poem that Eren read in the middle of the story is not written by me, but I can't find the source online. If you know about it, please let me know so I can properly give credits to the writer.

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Kruger and Vixen

Pairing: Spy!Eren Jaeger x Thief!reader

Synopsis: Having a love-hate relationship is fun until Eren messes it up, driving you away.

Warning: Guns, mentions of violence, angst, threatening behavior, unprotected sex.

Word Count: 7077

“Pizza’s here.”  Eren mumbles, looking past the newspaper in his hands.  “I can’t quite tell if it’s pepperoni.”  He folds the paper and places it on the bench in which he is currently sitting on.  “I’ll go see for myself.”

Casually, Eren stands to do a small stretch and heads across the street to the museum.

“It’s a little chilly tonight, isn’t it?”

“Ah, no worries, Coconut head.  I wore extra layers.”  Eren grins at nobody in specific, patting his particularly hard abdomen, as he slips in an alleyway.

“Avatar Aang left you a snack.”

Eren knelt and dug through a garbage bag to see a Glock, groaning when he doesn’t see anything more.

“Where’s the hot sauce?”

“You are to ask some from the pizza guy.”

Eren scoffs, hopping on top of the garbage bins with ease after securing the Glock in his belt holster.  “I doubt he’ll give it so willingly.”

He easily lifts himself up to uncover the vents. The dusty, grimy, cramped vents.

“You should head straight, turn left, and then take another left, you’ll find the pizza guy and his customers soon enough.”

Eren groans, the small vent was not really made for a man with his build, not to mention the thick dust that could give him asthma any moment now.  “Alright, I want radio silence until then.”

“Have fun.”

There was a small static before Eren heard nothing but silence from the other side of the earpiece.

Eren heaves himself up, struggling to fit his wide shoulders.  He made the mistake of taking a deep breath after he got himself in, coughing the dust out as a result.  Slowly, he inched his way forward.

He was just about to turn on the first left when he heard the unmistakable sounds of gunshots.  Eren went still.  The agency sent nobody else but him.  It was a confidential mission that they did not even bother telling the police yet.

Who could be interfering?

The culprit was revealed sooner than Eren could have expected.

He had come face to face with your startled form. Mouth parted in a silent yelp just before it quirks up into a smile.

“Well, well, well.  If it isn’t my favorite superspy.”

“Kruger?”

Eren struggled to reach for the earpiece to shut it off just before stuffing it in his pocket.

“Shut the fuck up!  Are you trying to screw us up?”  Eren seethed before glaring at her.  “I’m gonna try to move backwards.  As it’s impossible to move otherwise.”

She stifles a laugh.  “M’kay, Jaeger.”

“Don’t call me that!”

“Oh, come on.  It’s just the two of us here.”  She rolls her eyes.  “Plus, I also got the package.  I can give some to you but you have to let me keep the pink pistol.”

The crawl back to the alleyway was rather agonizing.  Especially since they had to stay for a couple more minutes before jumping out of the museum vents and back to the alleyway.

“Can’t believe you messed up the mission.”  Eren spat while taking off his black leather jacket that was full of dust bunnies.

You giggle as you swing around the chrome briefcase.  “But I got the package and I can also give you the buyers’ names.”

Eren perks up at that and comes to a halt, waiting for you to start talking.  But you walk right pass him, chin held up, with a relaxed smile plastered on your velvet red lips.

“But first, you’ll have to wine and dine me.”

Eren could only watch you walk further and further away from him.  

He eyes the case in your hand to the sway of your hips that was accentuated by the tight black dress that you chose to wore. His eyes continue to trail down to your calves that are clad in black tights, what an impractical outfit you’re wearing.  The click clacks of your black Louboutin halt and he shifts his eyes up just in times when you turn to look at him.  “You coming?”

After a split second of deliberation, Eren chases after you.

He offers to carry the case, an act done without malice but you only chose to narrow your eyes at him before saying ‘no’.

The diner was pleasant, the wine was also very smooth, the sex that came after, even better.

Eren throws his head back, rutting his hips against you.  The mascara runs down your cheeks, staining the pristine white pillow of the hotel room as your lips with smeared lipstick part to let out a whimper which can barely be heard over the squeaking of the bed.

His bruising grip on your hips tighten, feeling you flutter pleasantly when he thrusts a little too sharply, going balls deep. A thick ring of cream coating his shaft, the rest of it leaking on your thick thighs.  He leans to kiss your shoulder, his blushing tip kissing your cervix as his balls presses flush against your lips.  You squeeze your eyes shut when your feel its warmth and heaviness.

“Ren, want it.”  You turn to look at him and bat your eyelashes that clumped together after hours and hours of crying from pure ecstasy.  

Eren licks the sharpness of his tooth, feeling his chest swell with pride.  “Of course, you do.  You little slut.”

You hit him gently when he jostles you up to put a pillow underneath your belly after you collapse in the mattress from exhaustion.  “Not a slut.” You slur.

He finds it funny how you can still say that after going dumb, creaming and gushing all over his dick.  Eren grips your jaw to kiss you deeply.  “How could I forget.  You’re my spoiled pillow princess.”

You clutch the cloud soft pillow under you when Eren uses his grip on your jaw to fuck deeper into you.  He swallows your moans and cries.  Reveling in it.

The uncontrollable twitching of your thighs tells Eren that your fifth orgasm for the night is close and he won’t let that go to waste.  He snaps his hips, sliding in and out of you faster, with a renewed drive.

You cum hard, your velvet walls gripping him like a vice, it sent Eren into overdrive, releasing copious amount of milky seed inside you, filling you to the brim and adding to the previous load he pumped earlier, making your mound squelch with his every thrust.

Eren whispers sweet nothings in your ear, telling you that you were so good for him, how you were such a good girl for him, that you did so well, when all you did was spread your legs and lie down for him to debauch, it sent your head floating high up, subconsciously gripping onto his arm that he wrapped around your midriff.  

His nose skim on your moist cheeks, some of his hair came undone from his manbun and tickled your neck.  You bask in his warmth, getting high off the afterglow.

Needless to say, Eren could not come to regret indulging in such activities with you, not even when he had to face the cross-examination of Erwin, the deputy director, and the sharp comments of Levi.

“Get your head in the game, Agent Kruger.  You were lucky to have retrieved the biohazard samples, albeit losing a few rifles.”  Erwin tells him.

Levi clicks his tongue.  “Screw up the next mission and you’ll be sitting behind a desk for a year.”

Eren meets Levi’s eyes, weighing the risk, but Eren has never been one to run away.  “Yes, sir.”

“We received a tip involving suspicious activity in the south harbor but the threat is not that concerning as of the moment, as reported by Forster.”  Levi tells him and takes a sip from his tea.

Erwin nods.  “For now, Agent Kruger, you will be deployed to infiltrate the Fort Slava depository with your captain.”  Levi glances at Eren sharply.  “Your task is to retrieve a stolen necklace that long belonged to the Reiss family. You are to leave pronto.  The rest of the information will be given to you en route.”

After being dismissed, Eren made haste to the locker room to retrieve his special effects.  Two sets of footsteps quickly following him.

“That was stupid, what you did.”  Came the sharp tone of Mikasa, making Eren wince.

Armin looks at Mikasa, unsure if he should add to what she said, Eren had just been scolded by their superiors after all.

“I think what Mikasa is trying to say, is that.” He hesitates when the other two looks at him directly, an obvious absence of smile displayed in their faces. “We were anxious when you disappeared from the coms.”

Eren groans.  “I am aware.  I was told repeatedly.”

“Then why aren’t you looking more remorseful? We were worried.”  Mikasa takes a step closer to him, clearly mad but the trace of concern clearly evident in her eyes.  “I was worried.”

Eren sighs, fixing his hair into a manbun.  “I get it.  But you have to remember that my life does not revolve around you people. My decisions do not concern you.”

Armin found it almost comical how a fire could ignite so swiftly in Mikasa’s eyes, almost visibly evaporating the tiniest traces of tears.

“Just how selfish could you be, Eren?  You were in a mission, a mission which involves us by the way.  We have every right to be concerned.”  She spits, face now coming close to his, in anger.

Eren finishes stuffing his bag with his necessities and slammed his locker shut, brushing past the two.  “I appreciate your concern but tone it down a little, perhaps.  I’m a grown ass man, I don’t require supervision.”

Armin and Mikasa could only watch him slam the door at them.

The flight to Marley was as suffocating as it could be.  Eren could not get a rest from Levi’s chilling glares.  Even the instructions were delivered in a passive aggressive tone that had more bite than it should.  But he made a mistake, he had to face the consequences.

The decision of the agency to invest in cloaking devices worked in their favor.  Their plane entered the Marley territory without being chased by bogeys.

Eren glances below.  It was pitch black, but just ahead lies the Fort Slava depository. One of the most impregnable infrastructures in whole of Marley.

A strong gush of wind hits Eren in the face and he sees Levi about to jump, a parachute already in his back.  “Getting cold feet?”  And he jumps off.

Without wasting another second long, Eren grabs a parachute of his own and follows after Levi.  

His stomach dropped but he recovers quickly by angling his body down to descend faster.

Bright red numbers on his watch indicating his distance from the ground prompted Eren to open his parachute.  He taps his glasses to see better, the sun has long retired for the day.  Levi was nowhere in sight.

“Over here, brat.”  Levi calls, making Eren look up.

They both land as quietly as they can, immediately fixing their chute to ensure that there is no trace of their presence in the area.  

Building endurance has proven effective when they reach Fort Slava in no time after an entire five kilometer run.  Their infrared detecting devices were more useful than Eren thought.  He would have turned to ribbons had it not been for the glasses.

Levi was more agile, given his experience, yet Eren is conflicted about his plan to split up to look for the stolen necklace faster.  He could breathe a little easier away from his captain but he knew he will get a bit reckless when left alone, though he later concedes.  Levi chose to explore underground while Eren chose to sweep the floor above.

He was careful, moving just in time to stay out of the roaming guards’ field of vision.  Memorizing the blueprint where the cameras are, also came in handy to Eren.

The entire floor was illuminated in bright lights but one particular corridor was bathed in darkness.  Eren tapped his glasses but to his surprise, no sensors were in there.

A trap is what it is.

But a shiny black shoe poking in the corner told Eren that it might not be it.

He feels the cold metal of the Glock in his holster.  Stealthily, he entered the said corridor.  It would seem like nothing was out of the ordinary if Eren hadn’t been paying close attention, he would have missed the unmistakable silhouette of a woman that he knew too well.

“Are you stalking me, Jaeger?”

Eren drops the gun.  “Oh, for Heaven’s sake!”

You stand to your full height after being on your knees, trying to crack open a safe.

Eren walks over to you, fuming.  But you raise your chin to meet him with a haughty smirk, your nose brushing.

“The fuck are you doing here?”

You gesture behind you.

He glances at it.  

“What’s in there.”

You shrug.  “I don’t know yet.  Must be pretty valuable if I had to disable a ton of alarms.”

Eren runs a hand through his hair, making his already messy hair, even messier.  “It couldn’t possibly be a necklace, right?”

Lifting an intricate looking pin, you raise a brow at him.  “Wouldn’t you like to find out.”

He nods at you, a nonverbal request for you to open it just before looking back to the entrance of the corridor to see if anyone had come.  Eren then watches you work, your exposed neck distracting him.  

“When will you start dressing up more practically?” Eren grumbles.  “Wear a bulletproof vest at least.”

You chuckle.  “That would ruin my outfit, Jaeger.”  You put a finger on your lips to hush him and you press your ear against the safe.

Click

Eren cups your hands when you attempt to open it.

“What?”

He shakes his head and pushes you aside, gently. “We don’t know what would happen.” He tilts his head to the side. “Move.”

You shake your head after feeling a tingly warmth in your chest, touched with his concern.

Eren glances at you and then to the safe.  You watch his shoulder loosening up.

“Oh, thank goodness.”  He laughs.

“What?”  You raise both brows, confused.  You peek pass his shoulders and see a solid gold necklace littered with large blue diamonds.  “Dear me, is that the Reiss rivière?”

Eren hums.  “Is that what it’s called?”

He is one of the most highly regarded spies. A superspy, as what you like to call him.

You giggle, resting an arm on Eren’s shoulder to place a kiss on his temple.  “You’re precious, Jaeger.”

He swats you gently.  “I was just told that we’ll be retrieving a necklace owned by the Reiss family and they showed us what it looked like and to be frank, that’s all I needed to know.”

Purposely, he leaves out the fact that this could put an end to the cold war and begin a real one.  Paradis and Marley are just looking for excuses to start a war.

The necklace was stolen to provoke the Paradis monarchs to fire first but the intelligence unit decided it would be best to retrieve it with discretion rather than launch a violent assault, that would be playing directly into their hands.

You cup his cheeks to place a gentle kiss on his pouting lips before walking away from him with added sensuality in your walk. “I’ll still be in town tomorrow. Come see me if you’re free.”

Eren watches you open a window, swinging your heel clad feet in the air as you hook a device from your bracelet on the window ledge.  You send a flying kiss to him, making a thin hue of pink to spread on his cheeks, and you disappear.

A sharp blow behind Eren’s head brought him back to reality.

“Captain.”

“Was that the Vixen?”  Levi is glaring up at him.  “You better have a good explanation prepared, Kruger.”  He then hums while eyeing the necklace.  “Well done, finding it”

Eren didn’t really find it but he decides it’s best to shut his mouth for now.  

He holds his breath, watching Levi disarm more pressured alarms.  Releasing a sigh of relief upon seeing Levi place the necklace on a case and replacing it with an imitation.

The chances of Marley finding out about the dupe is rather large.  However, they won’t make a fuss about it, not publicly at least.  Their dirty tricks would be blatantly discovered then.

Paradis just returned the favor.

“Let’s get outta here.”  Levi grumbles.

But before that, they need to get out of the country first.

Eren raises a finger, pressing his lips together. “We might want to take care of that guy over there before leaving.”  He points to a guard that you knocked down.  

Levi glares at Eren before pulling out a syringe. “Surely a dose of concentrated mind-altering drug will do the job.”  Giving false memories is better than killing the man.  A corpse would surely alert them that an enemy has been there.

Placing an empty hip flask smeared with the man’s drool was a little overkill but they can never be too careful.

It was already midafternoon when they’re done reporting to Erwin.  Levi was strangely considerate, not mentioning the woman that was kissing their agent in the scene, but the amount of shade that he was throwing at Eren was enough consequence, making Eren want to shrink at every quip, cheeks already at a deep shade of red.

They’ll be leaving at midnight, he has enough time to explore the town for just a little bit, a reason he told his superior when asked where he is going.  Although, he is aware that Levi hardly believed him.

“I saved you a seat.”  You say sweetly after sipping on your cup of coffee, leaving a seductive red stain on the pristine cup.  Eren watched you move your Tom Ford coat from the back of the empty seat to place it on your lap.

He eyes you cautiously while sitting down, and you look at him from behind your sunglasses.  

“Calm down, Jaeger.  I don’t bite.  Unless provoked.”  You add the last one with a dangerous smirk.  He grins at that.  You never fail to keep him on his toes.  “Why don’t you get yourself a cup of coffee?”  You ask, to which Eren does so, gladly.  

A waiter comes and you smile at the way Eren says his order.

“What?”  He raises a brow, quite offended.

“The way you said the pastry.”  You hide your smile as you take a sip from your cup, being consistent in sipping in one area, limiting the mess.  “Clearly privileged.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”  He asks, more agitated.

“I don’t know.”  You place the cup down on the saucer with the softest clink. “It’s just so posh.”

He scoffs.  “As if you aren’t.”

You share a light banter over a cup of coffee and a couple of tea cakes.  Sharing hushed conversations about your recent escapades.  You giddily accept his offer to walk around town, gladly taking up any offer to spend time with him outside the bedroom or whenever you’re not at gunpoint.

It felt like something that was pulled right out of a romance novel.

Even the soft breeze and the warm glow of the setting sun.

He did not miss how your eyes lingered on the luxury jewelry in the display cases of a store you passed by and of course, Eren just had to bring you inside.

It will eternally be unfathomable to him how you could look like you eat men for breakfast but turn into a shy virgin just for him.

“You are being too generous!  I cannot take that.”  You blurt, face warm as you push the pearl earrings encrusted with pigeon blood rubies back to Eren.

Eren sighs, pushing the tiny box back to you. The jeweler’s eyes following the box comically.  After knowing the price, you can sympathize with her.  Just the tiniest bit.

“Please, take it.”

You shake your head ‘no’.  “Clearly, you are not in your right mind, spending so much money on me.”  Laughing softly, you push it back to him.

“I can assure you, I am.”  Eren says, a little too sternly.  To which, you start to consider as the warmth in your chest returns.  “You are worth every penny.”  Your eyes shyly meeting his, then watching the beautiful glint of the stones.

“Well.”   You smile. “If you insist.”

Eren straightens up, grinning at you.  “Now, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

You hated how he can appear so devil may care yet so commanding.  It weakens you.

Biting your bottom lip, you try your hardest to contain your giddy smile.

The rest of the afternoon was spent with a much lighter atmosphere.  Full of contentment.  He did not know if it was just how you look with the added jewelry that he got for you or just the feeling of you in his arms.

Your kiss goodnight—not goodbye, never goodbye—was all too sweet.

He went back with an undeterrable smile on his lips.

Eren had to avoid the accusing glares of his captain.

Apparently, the said captain could not let it slip how somebody outside the team was in the scene.  A civilian involved, with no proper knowledge of confidentiality could be the catalyst of this decades long cold war between Paradis and Marley.  He gave a more discreet report to Erwin, in a form of paperwork so as to not intentionally demean Eren in the previous call.

For the next mission, Eren would be temporarily relived as a field agent.

He felt uneasy, seeing everybody in full gear, it was a large operation after all, and him just in his jeans and unbuttoned dress shirt, a half empty coffee cup in his hand, felt rather insignificant.

The liquid in his hand, its bitter taste reflecting how he is feeling at the moment.

“I could help the team.  They all know it.”  He spits.

Mikasa and Armin glances at each other, apprehension flooding from them.

“Chill out, Kruger.  We got this.”  It was Jean who slapped his back.  “We’ll come get you take-outs on the way back”

Sasha and Connie pause from checking and loading the magazines upon the mention of food.

Eren nods.  “If anything goes wrong.  Holler away.” He taps the earpiece in his right ear and the rest gives him a reassuring smile.

A frown permanently rests on his forehead as he watches them get in Humvees.  This operation does not require discretion.  The agency did not take any chances and dispatched as many active agents. They’ll be winning with quantity.

After another sip from his bitter coffee, Eren makes his way to the monitoring room to track the dispatched vehicles.

The operation is more of a raid to confiscate biohazard chemicals and unregistered firearms.  Nothing they can’t handle.

“Hey, Kruger.”  

He looks up to see Floch.

In his full gear.

“Hey.”  Eren eyes him as the man sits beside him.  “Sorry, were you supposed to be part of the raid?”

“Nah.  I’m on suspension.”  Floch shakes his head, chuckling.

Eren nods slowly.  He deserved it.  Giving a shitty report like that.

“I just can’t help it you know.”  Floch says to him, smiling.  “They were doing research on a fluid that could be a potential bioweapon.”  He grins wider.  “No one would be able to stand in our way if they complete that research.”

The quiet buzzing of the monitors and the humming of the coffee maker near them fills the silence that was so thick it was suffocating.  Making Eren put on a bit more effort in breathing as his lungs seized up, his hands shaking just the slightest, itching to form a fist and land on something.

“And what a coincidence it was that you’re here.” Floch exclaims.  “I’ve been waiting to have the chance to talk to you, you know.  I feel like we see eye to eye on these things.”  

Eren breaks into cold sweat.  “Indeed.”  But he forces a smile, sitting back, to appear nonthreatening.  Don’t provoke him.  Yet.  “And the team?”

Floch tilts his head to the side.  “We won’t be needing close minded people in our cause.”

In one swift movement, Eren slams Floch on the desk, calling the attention of the other agents in the area, quickly assisting Eren after getting a gist of what happened.

“You asshole!  I am doing this for Paradis!”

The red dots following the Humvees vanish.

It’s a trap.

“It’s a fucking trap!”  Eren curses under his breath and sprints out.

Gods, the team.  His friends.

He taps on his earpiece.

“Hey, Coconut head.  Come in, come in.”  Fuck! “Horseface, you there?”

His lungs were burning as he leapt over a bench in the lobby, squeezing out of the glass doors next.  He is not a field agent as of the moment, he has no access to any form of transportation.  He bumped into more people than he can count the second he got to the street but he could only run and run.

Loud screeching of breaks had his shoes scraping off the pavement in an attempt to stop just on time before getting hit by a car.

Not just any car.

A Bugatti Chiron.

Perfect.

The driver, dressed in a fine suit, with an expensive looking sunglass, curses at his face.  Only to clamp shut when Eren grins at him, the glint in his eyes hostile, telling the man that he is up to no good.  

Eren pulls the car door open to get to the man’s face.  “Sorry sir, official government business.  You wouldn’t mind giving me a ride to the docks now, would you?”

A quick flash of the gun in Eren’s holster and the man was quick to nod his head.

Eren hopped on the passenger seat and the man speeds off.

He fishes out a device from his pockets and still, he can’t pick up the signal from the team.  He taps in his earpiece once more, just listening, waiting to pick up anything.

The man makes a sharp turn and Eren regrets not buckling himself in, his tendons almost popping as he gripped the edge of his seat.  In the distance, he heard the unmistakable sounds of gunshots, just as the breaks screech to a halt.

“I’m not driving in there.”  The man blurts, eyes wide, his face drained with color.

Poor guy.

Eren nods, patting the man’s shoulder and jumps out, resuming his sprint.

He hides behind a building, just enough for him to hear the gunshots and see movement, but not enough to really see the clear faces of anybody in there.

“-Ger!  Kruger!”

Mikasa!

She must have been just close enough for him to pick up the feed.

“Where are you?  I couldn’t get ahold any of you!”  Eren says through gritted teeth as he loads his gun.  “Are you safe?  What about the others?”

“I’m with Sasha right now.  We got separated with the others.”  She pants from the other side.  “Listen, I need you to lock in our coordinates and send a drone strike-”

Eren cuts her off with a sound of protest. “That’s too risky, it could get you.” But he knows Mikasa won’t do such rash decisions unless she knows what she’s doing.  “Where are you?  I’m in the docks right now.”

There was silence.

“You had one job!  To stay put.  How could you manage to put yourself in danger all the time?”

He grimaces.  “Mikasa, I’m safe where I am now.  You guys are the ones in danger.  But listen, I am sending the instructions to the base.”  He says while his fingers tap on his device in lightning speed.  “If we could just get the signal back in your devices, we could direct the drone’s target.”

“We saw a jammer just a floor above us.  We’re on the move.  If we could disable that, we’ll defi-”

A deafening boom resonates in the area, the shock blast reaching where Eren is.  Ruble and shards flying around, only missing him as he is situated behind a building wall.

There was a loud high-pitched screeching from the earpiece and Eren scrambles to the edge of the wall, looking at the other buildings, now lit on fire, a few of its walls missing.

What the fuck was that?

Almost in a trance, Eren stands there, in the open. A bullet could hit him and he won’t notice from how numb his body went.

That couldn’t have been their air strike, he did not confirm with the base yet.

Mikasa and Sasha.  The others.

His heart hammered in his chest, so loud it pounded in his ears, growing louder than the screeching earpiece.

In the corner of his eyes, a black piece of clothing ruffles in the wind before vanishing behind an alley.

Without another moment wasted, Eren was chasing the person, cocking his gun as he went.  The alley was thick with smog but he sees the black coat, the person still running, getting further and further away as they picked up the pace after hearing his footsteps.

Pieces of rubble get crushed under the thick soles of Eren’s boots.  

In a desperate attempt to get the person to stop, he aims and pulls the trigger.

He heard the person yelp as the bullet grazed their arm, sending them tumbling to the ground.

Eren caught up, flipping the person around by pulling their collar.

His blood freezes.

You are staring up at him, your hair coming undone and cascading on your shoulders, your face smeared with dirt after your fall and blood that oozes from your nose.

There is no way.

Is there?

You have always been conveniently where he was.

The missions that got him off this operation.

Floch mentioned about wanting to talk to him.

As if wanting him out of the raid.

You try to pry his hand from your clothing but his grip tightened, his veins popping as he pulled you closer to him.

It scares you, seeing that expression on him. You try one more time to move away but he presses the muzzle of the gun on your temple.

“Jaeger-”

“You bitch!  You’ve been in on this from the start.”  He seethes.

A frown twitches on your brows.  “What are you talking about.  I was only here for the spoils.”  You fearfully glance at the gun.  “Get that gun away from me, Jaeger!  This isn’t funny!”

“Stop lying!”  He screams in your face, making you shut your mouth, drawing further from him. He only pulls you up, closer to him as he looms over you.  “You were using me, you lowlife whore!”

A tear slips in the corner of your cheek.

“So, this is who you are, huh?  A deceitful slut, making a living from stealing, opening her legs for whomever catches her, to get away?”  You squeeze your eyes when he jostles you, shoving the gun on your temple, you can almost feel a bruise forming in there.  “Fucking answer, me!”

A sob wracks your body and you let go of him, making you dangle, your torso suspended in the air, only held up with Eren’s tight grip.  All fight gone from your body.

“You’re hurting me.”  You whisper, your voice trembling.  “I’m not working for anyone.  I promise, I wasn’t deceiving you.”  You continue to sob.

His grip loosens.

“Please don’t kill me.”

Eren’s eyes widen.  He looks at the gun that he’s pressing hard on your delicate head. His hand shakes just before he throws the gun away as if it burnt him.  How could he have done that?  To you?

He gently lowers you to the ground, clutching his hair in frustration, in fear, for what he’s done.

His chest tightens when you flinch away as he tried to wipe your tears.

“Baby.  I’m sorry. I-I don’t know what came over me.” He apologizes over and over but it does nothing to stop your tears, if anything, he’s only making it worse.

You shake your head when he tries to cradle your face, grimacing when he tried to pepper your face with kisses, growing deaf from his apologies and reassurances that you are safe.

That he won’t harm you.

But Eren felt sick, saying that when he was just threatening you with a loaded gun moments ago.

His stomach churned when you frightfully screamed for him to let you go when he wrapped his arms around you.  He was afraid you’d slip from his fingers and disappear if he didn’t.  He shook his head ‘no’ to your demands of being let go as he buries his face on your shoulder.

“Please, please.  I’m sorry.”  He mutters.

You struggle against him, becoming more and more desperate until you reached for something on your boot and sunk it on his thigh.

Eren felt it burn.  His embrace loosening to see a silver stiletto knife sticking out his thigh.  But he can’t even be mad at you.  

How could he?  When you just look so frightened.  

Of him.

This time, he did not try to stop you when you push him off, clutching the arm that he grazed with a bullet earlier.  You take one final look at him and sprint away, disappearing in another alley corner.

Eren’s chest pangs in pain, even more so than the wound on his thigh.  That one, he can see and remedy.  The one on his chest, however.

He hears a static.

“Kruger.  It was a thermobaric bomb.  Sasha and I managed to get away before it was detonated.”  

“It worked on our favor, miraculously.  It blew up the jammer.”

“Send the go signal to the base for the airstrike.”

Eren could only listen but his eyes remain from where you vanished.  He was half hoping you’d come back.  That whatever happened was just a false memory he conjured in his mind.  But he knows there is no taking back what he has done.

The medics are patching him up in the base, the stabbed wound in his thigh was not as deep as he initially thought.

“You’re lucky it missed any major vessels and nerves.”

“Yeah.”  He forced a laugh.  “Lucky me.”

Eren eyes his comrades that lie in infirmary beds, with varying injuries, some he had to rescue out of the burning buildings.

As deputy director, Erwin had to reinforce the rules, suspending Eren for six months for insubordination.  But he acknowledges Eren’s efforts and cut it down to three.

In his time off, Eren spent his time trying to dig information about you.

Vixen.

That was a name you chose not for yourself, but rather, an alias given to you by the agency.  

Security cameras often catch you but you are slick enough to not let your face be seen.

The agency chose to let you be as you have done no real harm as of the moment.

Eren first encountered you in a mission in Marley, where he stole your car to chase off a target.  You weren’t happy.  You sent him a ‘thank you’ in a form of a laxative infused cocktail.  It ruined his night.

Second time, he joined you as a prisoner in Hizuru, for reasons he can’t quite remember.  You both escaped that night.  It was the first time he worked with you.

After that, you often help each other out in missions, that is if you’re not too busy teasing him, unintentionally getting in his way.

But he can’t bring himself to push you away. He craved your presence.

And now, after three months has passed, with not a single sighting of you, he has grown uneasy.

He missed you.  Terribly so.

Eren accepted missions upon missions, not to distract him from this gnawing feeling, but to hope that in one of them, he’ll see you again.

But he does not.

He even got Armin to look for you in security cameras.

Armin does so, albeit conflicted.  But seeing his friend so distraught, pacing around in his apartment, wearing out the carpet that he just bought recently, he cannot help but try.

Still, there is no trace of you.

Eren left Armin’s apartment just a quarter before ten in the evening.

The subway train was still surprisingly full.

He had to squeeze his way through.

The train jerked forward, prompting him to hold on to the grab handle.  He rests his head on his bent arm, keeping his feet as steady to the ground as much as he can.

Someone by his side shifts and Eren raises his head to see.

A fucking creep was trying to grab the skirt of the woman standing just in front of him.  A reaction embedded in his muscles made him reach out to grab the man by the wrist.

The woman turns and a blinding glint led Eren to sweep his gaze down from the most tedious office outfit comprised of a white dress shirt, black pencil skirt, and black tights, to the tall black stilettos and finally, back to the jewelry pierced on the woman’s ears.

Pearl earrings encrusted with pigeon blood rubies.

His eyes widen just as the woman turns to look at him, her eyes flashes in surprise for a moment before she turns away quickly.

The man yells when Eren fails to notice that he is still gripping the man’s wrist, his hold tightening until the joint popped.

“Serves you right for trying to grope that woman!” Says an elderly woman who sat just in front of them.

All eyes were on the man who turned bright red in embarrassment.

The intercom buzzes then came the announcement of the stop.

Half of the people flooded out the doors and Eren calls your name but you quickly disappear in the crowd.

Eren pushed and shoved, apologizing but he did not stop anyway.

The cold breeze bit his skin the moment he got out of the station.

His eyes scanned the area, squinting, struggling to see with the limited light provided by the lampposts.  Eren jogged around the alleys, peeking through the dark closed up shops, turning his head at every movement or shadow, startling a cat that was just hopping off a bench.

Eren was just about to turn on his heel when he sees you sitting on a bench in the far corner of the park, he would not have seen you had he not been trained to pay keen attention to every detail within his sight and periphery.

You were turned away from him, sitting relaxed, unlike him who had his shirt sticking on his back, drenched with sweat, his chest still heaving.

He halted in his steps.  What would he say to you?

Eren sunk on the bench nearest to him.  He wanted to go talk to you but he just can’t figure out what to say.  He felt like a creep, just watching you from a distance.  

Even his shirt dried off from the amount of time he stalled.

What is he doing?  He’s not just gonna sit there the entire night now, is he?

You flinch upon hearing someone clear their throat behind you.  The bench creaks, telling you that someone sat next to you.  Still, you refuse to acknowledge them.

“How’ve you been?”

The deep somber voice, that you can recognize everywhere, had you closing your eyes tightly, cursing him for being so comfortable when you can’t even trust your own voice at the moment.

Clearly unaware of how he wipes his palms in his jeans.

“I didn’t see you for a while.  Could’ve used your help in my previous mission.” He chuckles.

You play with your watch, eyes following every tick and tock of the long hand.

Eren heaves a heavy sigh, you almost glance at him.

“I missed you.”

You bite the inside of your cheek.  Closing your eyes when he stands in front of you.

“Y/N.”

Your eyes slowly flutter open upon hearing him call out to you so fondly but still you refused to look at him.

“I’m begging you, talk to me.”  He pleads, voice wounded.

That caught your attention.

“What would it take for you to forgive me?”  he asks softly, reaching for your hand.

You turn to look at him, your eyes void of emotion. Lips sealed shut.

Eren feels defeated.

He tightens his hold on your hand, his thumb caressing, feeling your warmth, missing the feeling of having his skin pressed on yours.

You wait for him to say more, but he is quiet. Your brow twitches when he lowers himself until his pants gets soiled with the dirt, until his knees ache with the rough unevenness of the park grounds, until he is looking up at you.

“Come back to me.”

Eren guides your hand to his face, kissing your palms, feeling your steady pulse against his soft lips.  Reminding him of your presence, grounding him.

His warm breath ghosts on your palm, tickling you. His nose grazes your skin, following a delicate vein.

You blink the tears away when he comes to rest his head on your lap, still kneeling.  

Pushing him away is not possible for you at the moment. It baffles you, the intimacy and the fact that a man of his stature is on his knees just for you.  

He looks up when you cup his cheeks, giving him a soft smile.  You can’t bear to see such broken look in his eyes any longer.  

“I might regret this tomorrow but.”  You place a gentle kiss on his lips.  “I forgive you.”

He rises to his feet, pulling you up to kiss you better.

He will see to it that you won’t.

You give an endearing protest when he runs his fingers on your neck, tickling you.  He smiles through it before pulling you closer by your nape.

None of you let go until you are completely out of breath.

Slowly, you pull away to meet his eyes.  The amount of emotion they hold makes your heart pound.

Eren pecks your lips and presses his forehead against yours.

“I think, I might have fallen in love with you.” He chuckles.

“Yes, I can see that.”  You smile as you play with his hair.  “I may or may not have fallen in love with you too.”

#eren jaeger x reader #eren yaeger x reader #eren jaeger smut #eren x reader #eren jaeger x y/n #Eren Jaeger #attack on titan #AoT #spy x reader #spy x thief

[animeyanderetalker]

A yan Eren x titan shifter reader idea. You know how Kruger mentioned that the attack titan fights for freedom? Eren having a crush on chain titan reader, in which the chain titan naturally has the instinct to control. The reader's family escaped during the great titan war and lived quietly for a long time.

The thing about the ones who inherited the chain titan is that control is everything to them; even if they love or care for someone genuinely they want to have any form of control which is emotional or physical over them. Which is why the reader doesn't want to form deep relationships with anyone in fear of trying to control them.

How would Eren react to his darling being the opposite of him because of the titan's nature? It's actually sad how she isn't free, controlled by her titan's instinct.

The problem simply is that he can't free his darling in this case since she already inherited her Titan. I imagine that he would search for you and your family in the first place because he needs to know if you'll be a threat to his plans although your family has kept out of any conflicts for decades now. He's fighting against a whole country so Eren also tries to convince darling to join him, gets probably slightly mad when she refuses simply because she and her family don't want to fight any longer but he's probably mature enough to respect it. They won't interfere after all either so that's fine.

He notices that darling is pretty monopolizing and controlling towards their own family members though but when he questions her about it, she grows hostile and leaves. It’s soon after that he’s being told that this is a rather nasty personality trait of hers all due to the inheritance of the Chain Titan.

Now, he’d pity darling for her inability to truly be free but it becomes a major problem when he falls in love. Let’s face it, Eren can’t be controlled at this point and he despises the aspect of not being able to be free too. On the other hand he’s also extremely paranoid and possessive and wants his darling to be with him yet she keeps herself emotionally distant from him.

#yandere thoughts #yandere attack on titan #yandere aot #yandere shingeki no kyojin #yandere snk #yandere eren #yandere eren yeager

[big-black-wolf666]

it sucks there aren’t any eren kruger or kenny ackerman x male reader fics :/

i would gladly write my own, but i sUCK AT WRITING LMAO-

[rukia-writes]

Dad! Eren Kruger x mom! (Fem) Reader

Setting: modern au

Eren Kruger birthday week event

A/N: Short and sweet 🎀Happy birthday to the GOAT.

April 5th.

This was a day Kruger always looked to, while he was happy to celebrate his birthday he looked forward to celebrating with wife and daughter. This year the three had exciting day filled with joy as they went to the movies and out to dinner. Kruger received a gift from both his wife and daughter, his daughter made a drawing for him of the small family being together and his wife gave him an expensive pack of cigars.

Eren Kruger didn’t want a whole lot for his birthday, having his daughter and wife was really enough for him. At the end of the day Kruger was tired which was unusual as he usually stayed up late. However, today was different as was he laying in bed waiting for his wife to join him who was currently changing in the bathroom. Kruger was falling asleep as his five year old daughter was beside him singing the birthday song while patting his forehead, Kruger almost didn’t feel it as her were so tiny. Still, he found her singing comforting.

Soon, (Name) was taking pictures of Kruger and his daughter sleeping soundly on the bed. The sight was too adorable to pass up kissing both on their foreheads and whispering a “happy birthday” to her beloved.

🎀Rukia-Writes🎀

#eren kruger birthday week event #aot x reader #eren kruger x reader

[wall-maria-fritz]

ACCEPTING DRAWING REQUESTS

Maria's Art Masterlist

ART REQUEST RULES

Attack on Titan

The Wingman Art (Erwin Smith x Marie x Nile Dawk)

Levi Ackerman as CMBYN Elio Perlman

Levi Ackerman as a Peaky Blinder

Levi Ackerman shaving

Levi Ackerman with a stubble

Erwin Smith as a Sailor

Erwin Smith as CMBYN Oliver

Eren Kruger smoking

Pieck Finger

An old Levi portrait borne out of my daydreaming

Fallen Angel Levi (Thank you for 200 followers!)

Jujutsu Kaisen

Mai Zenin

Nobara Kugisaki

#levi ackerman #erwin smith #pieck finger #mai zenin #nobara kugisaki #attack on titan fanart #jujutsu kaisen fanart #levi ackerman x reader #erwin smith x reader #pieck finger fanart #nobara kugisaki fanart #pieck finger x reader #mai zenin x reader #eren kruger x reader #eren kruger x oc #eren x you #eren kruger fanart #traditional art #accepting requests #requests open

[salaciousdoll]

꒷︶ ̇ ̟ ෆ ‿︵‿ The Salacious Exploits ‿︵‿ ෆ ̟ ̇ ︶꒷

You’re a girl who was brought into this world with riches. Many thought that you had it all but the act of abandonment done by your father says otherwise. Don’t get it misconstrued though, your father is still alive and in your life just doesn’t even glance your way even when you broke into the famous stadium near your house with your friends, leading to sending you away to boarding school. Boarding School was an experience. Getting through that obstacle only to end up at a nice 4 year University. Easy-peasy for you right? except two and a half years later you’re sent to Private College. You hated your mother for thinking what’s best for you but “The Kaizen of Maria” Private College was a risqué experience, way better than boarding school, am I right? Am I? See how you deal with being with the social classes you don’t usually be in. Hardships, flowing red and orange leaves hitting the ground in the opening season of fall, volleyball practices, majors, sexy instructors and classmates, and finally realization of issues.

Be apprised of the warnings before you read below: smut, heavy smut, plot build-up, angst, heavy angst at the end chapters and maybe beginning too, chubby reader in mind but everyone could read, age gap, reader is in her early 20s( 21-23), tw.taboo, teacher/student relationships, reader could be considered hyper feminine and Bimbo/ditzy, very different and wrong depictions of boarding school( just for the plot), trauma( heavy and light), power dynamic relationships, sex with no relations on one side( yours), large age gaps so please be aware, written with black reader in mind but again everyone could read, volleyball player!reader, fashion major!reader, chubby reader in mind but everyone could read, daddy issues are high here but this in no way to describe it in a sexual manner only( this also goes into depths of it), heavy drug use! But the reader is not doing it just watching + dark content!, threesomes, classroom fucking, under the desk, Pervert reader and some characters, size kink but not major, false!corruption kink, reader is very seductive without even doing anything, body fluids( squirting, creampies, cum on body), mention of the younger cast of each series( not everyone though), Fem!reader, the men and Hange are between the ages of (30-50, so exit out this series if you’re uncomfortable), some fluff here and there, a little self indulgent, small descriptions of body parts( cocks, pussy, hair, etc.), heavy body worship, oral( f & m receiving), mentions of alcohol/parties off campus, strict teachers( Nanami, Erwin, and Levi), toxic!relationships, unrequited love( male wise), modern!au, joint modern au, crossover au!

Characters: Erwin smith, Levi Ackerman, Onyankopon, Hange Zoe, Miche Zacharias, Gojo satoru, Geto suguru, Nanami Kento, Toji Fushiguro, Shiu Kong, Hiromi Higuruma, Keith shadis, Kishibe, Eren Kruger, Principal Yaga, Zeke Yeager, Atsuya Kukasabe, Grisha Yeager, Kenny Ackerman, and Choso Kamo

Wc: tba ( tie it up at the end of the series)

ෆ ‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿ ෆ ̟ ̇ ┈•ﾟNote from Salaciousdoll: Thank you to Deja for the pictures/headers, I adore you so much for this because you did this for free and just for your own entertainment, I was so scared to ask you but we up!! 😭 read the warnings carefully everyone. As always, MDNI; 18+ only

Taglist

｡ﾟ•┈୨ CHAPTERS ୧┈• ｡ﾟ

i. The opening of Fall 9/19/23

ii. Friends? 10/1/23

iii. You can’t always get what you want 12/16/23

IV. I wouldn’t do a thing like that, that’s for sure! 1/16/24

V. Be my Daddy(1/24/24)

VI. Ridin’

VII. I put you down because I want you

VIII. Slut Pop

IX. Strawberry Pound Cake

X. Thee Five Star Bitch

XI. Cherry Cola

Xll. Ten men on my line tryna fuck me, your daddy’s the biggest spender

XIII. He calls me lavender

XIV. Just wanna have fun’

BONUS CHAPTERS

XV. Holding hands with an bad old man

XVI. Allure

XVII. Wanna know how red taste?

XVIII. Blood Rush Slut

XIX . Candy Necklaces

XX. French Restaurant

｡ﾟ•┈୨ SALACIOUS PLAYLIST ୧┈• ｡ﾟ

1. Boarding school- Lana Del Rey 2. Party Girls- Victoria Monet

3. Love Language- Sza 4. Open Arms- Sza ft Travis Scott

5. Mermaid Hotel-Lana Del Rey 6. Girl that got away- Lana Del Rey

7. Go Go Dancer- Lana del Rey 8. Off to the Races- Lana del Rey

9. I’m that girl- Beyoncé 10. Rocket- Beyoncé 11. You can be the boss- Lana del Rey

12. French restaurant- Lana del Rey 13. Fucked my way up to the top- Lana del Rey

14. Attention- doja cat 15. Daddy issues- The Neighborhood

16. Older- Isabel larosa 17. Naughty Girl-Beyoncé 18. Valley of the doll- Marina

19. What was I made for- Billie elilish 20. Baby doll- Mariah Carey

21. The roof- Mariah Carey 22. Body Electric- Lana del Rey

23. All Up In Your Mind- Beyoncé

Tagging: @chosoist @honeybleed @emomanswhore @simpingfor-wakasa @happygoluckyalexis @mastermindenoshimaalicia @angelshub and if anyone else wants to be tagged in future chapter, fill out the taglist form.

｡ﾟ•┈© all right reserved to salaciousdoll, she does not give permission to steal, plagiarize, and translate.

#jjk smut #aot smut #csm smut #kishibe smut #aot x reader #jjk x reader #angelshubnetwork #chubby reader #plus size reader #x black reader #black reader #tw.age gap #levi ackerman smut #gojo satoru smut #toji fushiguro smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #attack on titan smut #geto suguru smut #jjk shiu #x female reader #female reader #kenny ackerman #erwin smith smut #snk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #attack on titan #anime x chubby reader #anime smut #anime men

[lostinwildflowers]

A Promise to Eldia

Eren Kruger x Reader

Summary:

Word Count: 0.55K

Warnings: angst, spoilers for s3?(I think)

A/N: Nonnie I hope you enjoy this!! You didn't specify a plot or anything, so I just set this when he transforms in front of Grisha for the first time! Thank you for participating!!! MWAH :D -Birch<3

You were walking along the top of the wall, eyeing all of the Eldians who you had brought with you to Paradis from Marley. Your lover, Eren, was walking toward you, but remained in character as he passed your shoulder.

You could hear him whisper, "He's here, Y/n. Today is the day."

That was the moment your heart broke, because you knew in the span of the next few minutes, your lover would be eaten by Grisha Yeager.

The other Marleyan soldiers start talking to Eren, and you see them inject Dina before pushing her off the wall. You can hear her scream as she falls, and the cry that rips from Grisha's throat catches your attention.

You quickly walk towards the Marleyan closest to you, ripping the syringe from his hand as you push him over the edge of the wall. They had already transformed a few of the prisoners of Marley, and you could hear the man you pushed scream as he got eaten.

You turn back around to see the young girl you had saved from getting pushed off, her eyes widen and horror-stricken as she watched the man who was going to murder her die.

"C'mon, get up," you snap, grabbing her arm you tug her away from where you knew Eren was going to transform. You point along the wall to where the boats were docked, "Run as fast as you can, don't let anyone catch you."

She nods and takes off running, and as you turn around, you see the other Marleyan guards had been pushed off the wall also, leaving you, Eren, and Grisha alone on the top of the wall.

As you approach the two men, you can hear Eren explaining how he had the power of the Attack Titan, and that Grisha needed to obtain the power of the founder to help restore Eldia to its full power.

The needle held in Eren's hand gleamed brightly, and you reach forward to pull it away from him, but he shakes his head at you, eyes full of pain as he whispers, "Don't, Y/n. This is the break we've been waiting for."

But you lunge forward anyway, wrapping your arms tight around Eren's chest as sobs begin to shake your body, and Grisha sits there silently as you weep. One warm arm wraps around your back and Eren presses a soft kiss to your head.

"I know, sweetheart. We didn't have as much time together as we thought, but don't worry," he says as he pulls back with a sad smile. He brushes a piece of hair out of your face as his voice breaks and he whispers, "This was our promise to Eldia, Y/n. Our names will go down in history today."

You reach forward, pressing a wet kiss on his lips before quickly pulling away and looking at Grisha. You squeeze your eyes shut tightly before you mutter to him, "You better not screw this up, Grisha. Eldia is in your hands now."

At that, you turn away, and you can hear Eren ask Grisha, "Are you ready?"

A few moments later you hear a cry turn into a roar, and you can't bare to listen to your lover scream as he passes on his power to Eldia's future.

#eren kruger x reader #eren kruger #eren kruger x you #eren kruger x y/n #attack on titan #attack on titan x reader #attack on titan x you #attack on titan x y/n #shingeki no kyojin #shingeki no kyojin x reader #shingeki no kyojin x you #shingeki no kyojin x y/n #aot #snk #aot x reader #snk x reader #aot x you #snk x you #aot x y/n #snk x y/n

[mazuwii]

Can u do Kenny with a reader on their period

Yeah! That sounds cool, if you guys want to request anything, just put it in the ask box and I’ll write it out straight away.

Kenny isn't too familiar with women and the way they work (that sounds horrific but trust me it isn't as bad as it sounds)

He'd probably ask for what your pussy size is before you send him out to get pads/tampons, it’s just his age, he’s an old confused geezer. 

For the most part, he understands mood swings, particular cramps and what to do to help them, after all, he did have a sister. He must have some understanding. I guess as he aged he kind of forgot all about that, so when he hears you cry and groan in pain he lowkey suspects that you’re dying. Who can blame him? Period cramps feel worse than death

He just sits there holding your hand and keeping the hot water bottle positioned on your stomach or wherever it hurts. 

When you’re feeling better though, he’ll tell you he’s going out to do something/meet someone for business or what not and ask if you want anything. 

Now Kenny is never really this nice to you, so for the three days or the entire week that you have your period, he’s less snarky and jokingly mean, he even lets you annoy him, usually he’d jokingly call you annoying and poke you off of him, but at the time he’d just let you be an annoying little shit- hell he’ll even smile, he’s lowkey having fun.

Lowkey finds it cute when you bother him for entertainment. Sometimes he may suggest doing something with you. 

Now I doubt that he fucks a lot. I’ll say this again, he’s an old man, so you being on your period isn’t a downer for him, he just doesn’t really care much about it. 

The only issue is going out with you while you’re on it. He tends to smother you with thick sweaters and coats, by the time he’s done with you, you’re shaped like a walking orange. He does this because he believes cramps come from the cold (Lol it doesn’t but ok)

Overall, he’s very mature about it and doesn’t laugh or make fun of you for mood swings. He may cock a brow and say “Hey, Y/n, have you noticed you’re literally mourning over a cracked chip?” You may growl at him for being insensitive but you’ll always laugh straight after crying with him, he’s too funny- it’s difficult to remain sad around him.

#kenny ackerman #kenny #kenny x reader #kenny aot #Mike Zacharias #Erwin Smith #eren kruger #dilfs of aot #reiner

[giuliettagaltieri]

hello☺️

i just wanted to tell you that i think that you are such a talented writer. i have read more or less all of your eren jaeger fanfics and wowowow they are so good. my personal favourite is kruger x vixen and be careful not to spill!! i think that they are soo good.

ive noticed that you haven't posted in a few weeks and i just wanted to tell you please do not be discouraged to write because you are an amazing writer!! i have always looked forward to reading your eren fanfics since the sparkly pink skirt fic🫶🏼 i love it all so much and even though i dont know you personally i really hope you are doing well and i would love to know how you are doing if you decide to post again <3

goodbye and i thank you endlessly for putting out all of these great stories that motivate me to read🥰

Dearest Reader,

You are the sweetest. Thank you so much for your kind words, they mean a great deal to me.  The truth is, I lost my cat, my baby, recently.  However, I am slowly accepting his passing and I’m trying to get back to my original routine.  And for the Eren fanfics.  I am trying to finish a draft and I really hope I can post it by next week.

With love,

Giulia

#Giulia writes back

[colossal-fallout]

AOT Cocksizes

Biggest - Smallest

Reminder: Peni come in all shapes and sizes. A small penis is just as good as a big one, if used correctly.

For more detail on their junk, check out these cock canons.

Monster Cocks

Erwin

Erwin's cock is magic. Not only is it the biggest of the bunch (borderline monster dick) its shaped perfectly. Every bump, ridge and vien hits and stretches you in such a gorgeous way that, once he's inside of you, no other cock would ever do.

Miche

Moblit

This shy lad is hiding a massive package underneath that almost timid exterior. It's huge and can deal some serious damage. He's been teased about it before in the shower room by other men, saying its a waste such a massive dick is on such a shy guy.

...little do they know.

King Cocks

Reiner

Nice and large. Heavy and girthy. Curves up at the top for optimal g spot stimulating ecstacy.

Kruger

Levi

Eld

Jean

Armin

Armin "Arm-length" Arlert has a starving cobra down in his pants. Its almost unbelievable how he's managed to hide such a buldge for so long.

Cock shock

Porco

Fat and large. It's heavy and always weeping with arousal. It's always good to go. And boy, does he know how to use it.

Magath

Bertoldt

Hanges fave strap

Eren

Grisha

Nile

Smaller than his father's but larger than his brothers. Eren knows how to utilise his fleshy weapon.

Nothing special

Zeke

Shadis

Marco

Gunther

Connie

Thomas

Small

Floch

Pixis

Pastor Nick

Olou. Orou? Olourou?

#snk #attack on titan #snk imagines #snk season 4 #snk fandom #snk headcanons #attack on titan x you #reiner braun #snk smut #attack on titan reiner #attack on titan erwin #aot smut #eren kruger #kruger #marco bodt #snk smutt #attack on titan x reader #attack on titan porco #aot reiner braun #aot reiner #aot cocks #snk cocks #grisha yeager #nile dok smut #nile dok #commander pixis #pastor nick #hange smut #attack on titan eren

[beann-e]

boxer eren reacting to s/o getting hit on

~ not sure what i’m thinking it just popped in my head so I wrote it , what if right ? anyways heres this lousy 2pm drabble

You weren’t sure how you ended up in this situation much less how your boyfriend ended up getting separated from you.

You’d been to a few of these — matches as they call them — you still weren’t sure but you knew right now you didn’t really like all this

blood splattered everywhere

a small arena that everyone just hovered by

men that hovered over you like you were some kind of meal

“ look just take the drink it’s on the house “

“ but I don’t want the drink “

the bartender sucked his teeth as he locked eyes with you annoyance plastered all over his face “ hon’ I don’t want this job we all do things we don’t want “

he pushed it forward to you eyes beaming after each word “ drink.the.drink. “

your eyebrows furrowed as he walked off

“ and thank the dude at the back table after you finish — ‘s only polite “

“ oh o-ok “

like I said you’d only been to these things a couple a times your boyfriend wasn’t interested in taking you places that he’d just have to watch you

no matter if you could hold your own or not anyone would crumble when they were beneath a 6’4 wide framed guy who looked like he’d just beaten someone up at a gas station not even 5 minutes ago for beating him to the gas pump he wanted

Oh actually that sounds just like your bo—

“ what the fuck are you drinking—this time”

you watched a hand stretch out and grab the cup pushing it down on the counter hard

everyones eyes turning to watch as he grabbed your jaw squeezing both cheeks watching you with hard eyes

“ spit “ your eyebrows furrowed as you slowly opened your mouth letting your mind process his words

‘ too slow ‘

“ spit the damn drink out y/n don’t make me repeat myself I have a match in 10 minutes —and beating the guy at the gas station took 5 “

you opened your mouth quickly him helping you by holding the cup directly underneath to catch the falling liquid with a loud grunt

letting the cup slide from his hands all the way down to the bartender on the other side

“ clean that and give me a cup a water “

“ y-yes sir “

‘ yeah that man you described earlier sounds a lot like your boyfriend ‘

#eren x you #eren headcanons #eren kruger #eren jeager x reader #eren jäger #eren yaegar #eren aot #aot anime #aot headcanons #attack on titan #beast titan #colossal titan #jaw titan #armored titan #eren mikasa armin #eren x reader #eren x y/n #aot season 4 #au #boxer au #anime #drabble #eren drabble

[realiana00kavendish]

Marley Erwin Smith

This my first time writing HC, It's an au about if Eyebrows was born in Marley.

Erwin's father was one of the owl's followers.

Smith was killed because his son accidentally exposed him.

Erwin was determined to avenge his dad.

So he joined the warriors, we all know he is intelligent and strong.

Kruger knows about his father's murder so he sends Grice to tell Erwin to join them.

Erwin is grown now about 20 while Zeke is about 10.

Our eyebrows successfully gained the colossal tittan and he will be replaced with Bendict Cumberbolt 13 years from now ( you can choose what ever tittan, but i picked this).

Finally Zeke betrayed his parents for baseball, and Erwin and Kruger had to join Grisha to Paradise.

Kruger tells them what they had to do, Erwin suggested breaking the wall and slipping in the crowd ( good person or not Erwin believes in sacrifices)

Anyway one of them is adopted by Keith and he helps the other getting in.

Erwin will join the scouts he is a warrior and he think it is the fastest way to find the founder.

And that's when he meets Marie.

Since he and Nile both fell for her at first glimpse , he will fall for her in this au too. ( his love route went from Keith x Carla in cannon to Historia x Riener in my au haha)

Death glares to Nile 25/8.

Already close friends with Mike and Keith.

Tell Grisha he will Marry Marie in order to remove their suspicious aura ( guess he knows when he will die in this life time lol)

And again His acting skills manage to make him Levi’s host after he became a captin.

He and Grisha find the royalties hidden crystal ground when Eren was 1 year old.

Grisha stepped on Erwin nerves when he showed his weakness regarding his family, Erwin reminds him that his real wife is out there a pure royal tittan.

Erwin is aware that Levi shall follow him no matter what, so he requested him to take down Kenny while he kills the rest with his tittan.

He shall goes to the Tyburs after knowing their secret and threatened them, tell them to form an alliance if he failed he will use Historia's blood and activate the rumbling using the founder's power.

He avenge his father, adopte Historia , killed 2/3 of humanity then ruled the rest and now Eldia is the strongest.

no curse broken but happy ending .

There are many endings for this au but i choosed the easiest to write sorry 🙂✨.

Maybe making a better one in future.

©rea.kavan

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