#grisha yeager x reader

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𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐍 (𝟏𝟖+)

𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈

[ PAIRINGS ] Eren x f!reader, Grisha x f!reader, Zeke x f!reader [ AUTHOR'S NOTE ] My magnum opus /hj. Shout out to my dear friend Mica because I couldn't have written this fic without their support and guidance. And shout out to @strawberrystepmom because this fic is what brought us together lmaoooooo. [ SYNOPSIS ] Disillusioned by your current church, you find yourself drawn to a charismatic televangelist and his seemingly pious sons. [ WORD COUNT ] 14.6k [ CONTENT ] DARK CONTENT, tall-coded reader, sacrilege, incest (between Eren and Zeke), age gap (Grisha’s in his late 40s, y/n is in her 20s), masturbation, cucking, threesome, voyeurism, drugs (weed), dubcon (power imbalance, pastor x parishioner), degradation (during sex and just in general), angst, manipulation, creampie, thick Yeager dick, humiliation, y/n gets called “sister” while getting fucked but it’s in a religious sense, religious trauma, disturbing biblical imagery (violence), cigarettes (Zeke), biting, hair pulling, impact play (slapping), oral sex (m + f receiving), cum play, panty sniffing, spit play, blood (not in a sexy way), these men are strong and can manhandle/lift you with ease.

And I saw an angel standing in the sun; and he cried with a loud voice, saying to all the birds that fly in the midst of heaven…

The early vestiges of a Sunday morning didn’t inspire deep thinking or any form of reflection. It was a time to be brain dead, to indulge in the death rattle of public access television. You witnessed a zookeeper getting bit by a garter snake on a children’s program, families attending therapy while honing their dancing skills, deadly go-kart races, and a man demonstrating the superabsorbent qualities of chamois cloths.

It was welcomed. You needed to be numbed before meandering to the megachurch. Sermons were easier to suffer through if you were vaguely dissociative, your eyes glazing over as the exploiter behind the altar repeated his chicanery.

Salvation had to be earned. Consumption was godly. Wealth was bestowed to only the most pious of people. Sinners lived impoverished lives. They didn’t work hard enough. Your inability to line the pastor’s pockets proved you didn’t believe hard enough.

You weren’t sure if you called yourself a believer anymore. Church didn’t inspire you. It was just an unexciting compulsion. It signified the start of the week, the sun overtaking the hills. Nothing more, nothing less.

You don’t know what possessed you to tune in for Service For Shut-Ins that morning. Usually you knew to turn off the TV when twilight began to brew. But for whatever reason the show called out to you.

It likely had something to do with the emerald-eyed man on the television shouting, “Hey, you! Yeah, you!”

You were immediately transfixed. His chocolate brown hair was piled on top of his head in a messy bun, tendrils of hair haphazardly framing his face. His olive skin was sun kissed. He wore a crisp white button-down tucked into a pair of black straight leg trousers. His outfit was topped off with a pair of respectable, leather suspenders of a mahogany hue. He looked more like a model than a preacher.

“I think you’ve sufficiently startled the three people that are watching this,” a gruff voice muttered from behind the camera.

“Aw. Come on, brother. There’s at least five.”

The brunette smirked and flipped through a worn bible resting on the walnut wooden pulpit. The room he stood in was sparsely decorated. The walls were stark white. A blue velvet curtain hung behind him, giving everything a rather Lynchian appearance. It was the exact opposite of the flashy amphitheater you typically worshiped in.

“Do we start? Where’s dad?” The brunette asked.

“No idea. We’re live. Start without him.”

“With my luck he’ll get mad and not talk to me for two fuckin’ days.”

“Eren!” The voice hissed.

Eren shrugged and brushed his hair out of his face. He exhaled and cracked his neck, the sound echoing through the television. Just as he went to speak, a door opened and quickly  slammed shut. Solid footsteps emanated from beyond the frame.

“Glad you decided to show up,” Eren joked.

“Very funny,” a rather commanding voice replied. “You’re lucky I’m in a good mood today.”

An older man walked into frame and shooed Eren away from the pulpit. His sleek dark hair was tucked behind his ears, much longer than the hair of your usual pastor. He was dressed exactly the same as Eren, though he looked more disheveled and unshaven.

The man stared down at his bible and smiled.

“Ah, excellent choice, Eren. The Gospel of Matthew.”

You heard the man behind the camera sigh and grumble something incomprehensible under his breath. It was pungent with annoyance. You couldn’t help but laugh.

The pastor stretched and cleared his throat. He dove right into the story of Jesus and the rich man, and how the rich man questioned Christ about how one can attain eternal life. He orated the story by heart; it was riveting. At your church the pastor relied heavily on cue cards when he was compelled to quote scripture. But this pastor passionately relayed how the rich man told Christ he followed all the commandments and was curious as to what he lacked.

“‘If you wish to be perfect, go, sell your possessions, and give the money to the poor, and you will have treasure in heaven; then come, follow me.’ When the young man heard this word, he went away grieving, for he had many possessions.”

He made direct eye contact with the camera.

“To some believers the rich man’s grief is understandable. But what Jesus witnessed was weakness in its purest form. A man too grounded in the luxuries of this world. It’s rather tragic, isn’t it? I can’t imagine having my self worth tethered to the things I own. If you know God, undeniably, you’d never cling to your possessions in the first place.

However, this is not to say the rich man is a lost cause. Everyone is capable of being saved, even the most disgusting and depraved of sinners. But as Jesus says, ‘It will be hard for a rich person to enter the kingdom of heaven. It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle.’”

A chorus of men chanted, “Amen.”

“You,” the pastor said, pointing at the camera and leaning over the pulpit. “I can feel your discontent.” He held his hand to his heart. “I know what it’s like to witness heresy itself. I know how it can make you question your devotion. You curse God, unsure if He is worth following. I want to tell you that He is. It’s undeniably worth living in His light. I tell you, it's not God you wrestle with. It’s the used car salesmen masquerading as your brothers, shrieking in arenas filled to the brim with lost souls. You wrestle with the demons sinking their teeth into your wallet, draining it of every dollar.” His tone grew more intense by the moment. “That is not godliness! That is chicanery! These men do not shepherd their flock with kindness in their heart! They merely want to shear and bleed the sheep, to sell their wool to the highest bidder!”

The chorus of men chanted another, “Amen,” their fervor growing. The pastor’s eyes softened and he gave a small smile.

“You don’t have to weather the storm in your soul alone.”

You were aghast, mouth agape. A tear trickled from your eye down your cheek, leaving a single, salty trail. You wiped it away with the back of your hand and sniffled. How did he know? How did he know you struggled with your faith? That you attended a megachurch run by rich freaks?

No, it was just a coincidence. But a lovely one. You were changed by the pastor's words. He was what you were missing. Him and this Eren. They saved you.

You eschewed attending your old church. Service For Shut-Ins was all you needed. You hung on Pastor Grisha’s every word. Every little thing he said filled you with unspeakable joy. He was intelligent and progressive in comparison to the sermons you used to suffer through. He was also significantly more handsome than any preacher you stumbled upon.

Your hands often found themselves in your underwear, breath hitching as he rolled up his sleeves. His toned forearms could send you spiraling into the depths of lust. Under his intense gaze as he recited scripture, you pretended he could see you delving your fingers in your dripping cunt.

Shame tended to follow after you came, but you couldn’t help yourself. You were smitten.

“I need to see him,” you exhaled.

You found the address for the church on their bare bones website. When you mapped out a route you were pleased to see the church was on the outskirts of town, secluded from the secular nonsense and false prophets.

Your nerves almost got the best of you when you saw the one room church resting near the coast. It was painted black with a white door and white windowsills. It was simple, a welcome change.

“Are you here for service?”

You turned to see a tall blonde-haired man smoking a cigarette. He adjusted his glasses and took a drag. He dressed the same as Pastor Grisha and Eren though the first few buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing a hint of chest hair.

“Uh, yeah. I am. Am I… Am I allowed in?”

He chuckled.

“It’s a church, sister. Not a nightclub. Come on.” He tossed his cigarette to the side. “I’ll walk in with you.”

“Thank you. I won’t lie. I'm a little nervous.”

“Why?” He asked, smirking.

He looked so much like Pastor Grisha you wondered if they were related. The only difference being his flaxen, wavy hair and more muscular build.

“I have a complicated relationship with the Lord.”

“Don’t we all?”

He held open the door for you. You brushed up against his body and your breath hitched. Heat radiated off of him. You wanted to curl up next to him in the pews, have him be your security blanket until you got your sea legs.

“You can sit anywhere, but I don’t recommend sitting in the first row unless you want to get up close and personal with the fury that is Pastor Grisha.”

“Where do you sit?”

He patted your shoulder with his weighty hand.

“I don’t. I work the camera.”

So he was the mysterious voice you heard on occasion. You anxiously thanked him for his kindness before finding a comfortable seat in the middle of the pews. The only other people in the church were a handful of men all dressed the same: white button-down, black pants, leather suspenders. Not a single woman in the room. Suddenly you felt like even more of an outsider. A harlot considering you mostly came to gawk at a beautiful man of God. You nearly choked when he took to the pulpit, but to your dismay Eren was nowhere to be found.

Throughout the sermon you noticed the pastor’s gaze lingering on you. He seemed a little antsy, stumbling over his words, tugging at his collar. A sense of power washed over you. Never once had you seen him struggle to get through a sermon. It was charming.

Once the sermon was finished you quickly gathered yourself and headed towards the door. You caught the eye of the blonde camera operator. He latched onto your wrist as you tried to move past him.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He asked, smirking.

“I was gonna go,” you conceded. “I don’t wanna be a bother, y’know?”

“You’d hardly be a bother if you stuck around.”

His tone was flirtatious.

“I—I, uh, okay,” you stammered. “I can stick around.”

His hand snaked around your waist and he started to lead you out the door. You didn’t know what was happening, but you were pleased Zeke took the initiative to take you under his wing. He was a good Christian.

“What’s your name?”

“It’s Ze—”

Before he could finish, you felt a hand on your shoulder. You turned around to see Pastor Grisha smiling warmly at you.

“Zeke, I hope you're not scaring this young woman away.”

“Oh no. You caught me,” Zeke said, his words dripping with sarcasm.

Zeke let go of you and trudged off, mumbling expletives under his breath.

“He wasn’t scaring me off,” you assured the pastor.

“I’m just giving him a hard time,” he chuckled. “Though he’s not exactly the most welcoming boy around. At least not in a traditional sense.”

“He was very nice. He calmed my nerves a bit,” you said, nervously scratching the back on your scalp. “It’s my first time here.”

“I’m well aware. You’re hard to miss. What’s your name, sister?”

You told him your name and thought it was funny he bothered to tell you his, considering you knew it so well. It was a name that often fell from your lips late at night when you’d let your lusty mind wander. When he shook your hand you tried to memorize how his skin felt against yours. You didn’t know when you would be blessed with such an opportunity again.

“A lovely name for a lovely girl,” he said, squeezing your hand.

You were awestruck and ready to sign your life away to him. No one ever told you were lovely.

“Are you in a hurry?” He asked.

You shook your head.

“Would you be interested in coming to the parsonage for tea? I like to get to know my new congregants lest they not be true believers,” he said with a sharp tongue.

Your eyes widened, terrified that you might not be considered a true believer.

“I’m only kidding, lamb. Come, let’s go.”

You followed him out the door. He directed you towards a little house closer to the cliff overlooking the coast. The architecture was similar to that of the church, but it had two stories and larger windows. The pastor led you inside and you marveled at the foyer. The walls were paneled with wide, oak slats.

“How do you take your tea?” He asked warmly.

You pinched your thigh, dying to know if you were dreaming or not. Luckily you weren’t; you were very much grounded in reality. You told the pastor how you took your tea.

“My office is down the hall, first door on the left. I’ll meet you there.”

You followed his instructions, eager to show him you were an obedient parishioner. As you made your way down the hall you noticed a door cracked open. You peeked inside and saw Eren sitting on his bed, back against the wall, fiddling with something in his lap. Your skin grew hot and you wondered if he was jerking off. You hated yourself for watching, but your curious nature overpowered you.

“Aw shit,” Eren muttered. “I just ground that up.”

He got up, moving a little plate that was resting discreetly in his lap. You sighed. He was just rolling a joint.

“I said it was the first door on the left, lamb.”

You spun around and saw Pastor Grisha holding two cups of tea.

“I… I… don’t know my right from my left.”

You gritted your teeth. It was one of your shittier lies.

“It’s alright. Come, come.”

You followed him into his office and took a seat across from him. His desk was large and made out of the same wood as the paneling on the walls. You dragged your finger across the top of it. It was smooth, not even a hint of splintering.

“Did you make this?”

“I’m flattered you think I’m that handy, but no. My son did. He tends to do most of the building and upkeep around here.”

“Wow. He operates the camera and does the maintenance?”

The pastor stifled a laugh. “No, my other son. Eren.”

You took a sip of your tea. It was exactly how you liked it.

“So, what brought you here?”

“My feet. I’m kidding, uh.”

He smiled.

“I’ve been watching you guys on channel 5 for a few months. I figured it was about time I came to see you in person.”

His eyes narrowed. “To see me?”

“I mean like, you know.” You paused, your nerves getting the better of you. “I wanted to experience this in person. Your sermons.”

You felt like he was staring through you. Like he knew every lurid thought your brain dreamt up.

“I see.”

“I got sick of the church I used to go to,” you admitted.

“And which one was that?”

“Hope Springs Eternal Ministries. It’s the one tha—”

The pastor slammed his cup of tea back on the saucer.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled.

He ran his hand through his hair and sighed.

“There is no need to apologize. It’s not your fault you attended the most heretical church in town.”

“Yeah, it’s pretty bad there.”

“Tell me, lamb.” He leaned over his desk. “Were you happy?”

“Obviously not,” you scoffed.

“What didn’t you like?”

“Too focused on money and I never have any to spare,” you explained, taking another sip of tea. “Hard to stay a believer when your salvation is tethered to how much money you can throw at someone.”

“You poor thing. It’s a tragedy you and all those other cretins are cursed to attend such a disgusting testament to God.”

“Wow. Cretins, huh?”

He blushed. “I suppose it’s my turn to apologize. It’s not their fault they’re so small minded.”

The pastor’s pretentiousness sullied your deification of him. Granted it was your fault for putting a man on a pedestal in the first place.

“Am I small minded, Pastor Grisha?”

He rubbed his foot against your shin. You swallowed hard.

“I’m not sure, lamb. Have you cut ties with your old church?”

“I haven’t been there in a few months.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

You held his gaze and tried to ignore his foot rubbing up and down the length of your leg. Silence flooded the room.

“Yes,” you finally spat out. “I don’t associate with anyone from there. Not a single person.”

He leaned over his desk and beckoned you to come closer. You leaned in and your palms started to sweat. He smelled like cedar and juniper berries. Part of you wanted to kiss him, but you refrained. He cupped your face with his right hand and ran his thumb along your bottom lip. You couldn’t tell if you were turned on or on the verge of an anxiety attack.

“Poor thing. Tell me, are you lonely?”

You hesitated to answer. You were in fact painfully lonely, especially now that you rejected everyone at Hope Springs Eternal. Grisha’s stare was so intense you could have sworn he could read your mind. Just as you went to speak the door abruptly opened. Zeke walked through carrying a bunch of camera equipment. A lit cigarette hung precariously from his mouth.

“You have to tell Hannes not to show up drunk anymore. I spent ten minutes trying to clear him out—Oh, it’s you,” he said, setting the equipment on a plush couch on the other side of the room.

The pastor dropped his hand and leaned back in his chair.

“If I tell him that he’ll never show up again,” he rued. “I hate to think about the trouble he’d get into.”

You were frozen in place, struggling to see how the pastor could be so calm after Zeke saw you on the verge of sucking his thumb.

“Zeke?” He asked. “Are you listening?”

Zeke glared at you, his grey eyes colder than an overcast day in January.

“I heard you, father,” he hissed as he exited the office, leaving the door slightly ajar.

“I oughta go. I don’t want to intrude.”

“Will you be joining us next Sunday?”

“I think so.”

You wanted to bolt for the door but remained seated. The pastor seemed to have some sort of magnetic pull on you. Getting up was out of the question until he said you could.

“I’d prefer it if you knew. Why don’t you give me your phone number so we make sure you remember to show up.”

You gulped. “Alright.”

You scribbled your number down on a sticky note and grimaced. It was a tragic attempt at a smile, but your nerves tainted it.

“I look forward to seeing you again, lamb.”

“That’s if I come back,” you laughed.

His lips became a flat line.

“You will. I’m sure of it.”

The sentence reeked of ominousness. You excused yourself and slid out the door without a word. You feared that if you opened your mouth you’d just scream. When you entered the foyer you saw a very disgruntled Zeke and a sympathetic Eren. They glanced over at you. Eren’s demeanor changed, becoming vaguely welcoming. Whereas Zeke ignored your presence.

“Bye,” you said quietly.

Eren waved and resumed comforting Zeke. Shame came over you. You assumed you were the reason Zeke looked so bothered. Though your obsession remained, you had no intention of returning.

Your phone rang at 2 am, the chime blistering your ears. You didn’t recognize the number and opted not to answer. Just as you were about to fall back asleep, your phone rang again. You declined the call and turned your phone on silent. It didn’t take long for the screen to light up; the mysterious number demanded your attention.

“What?! What is it?!”

“Sorry to bother you. I do realize I’m calling rather late.”

It was Pastor Grisha, his voice clear as day. Not a hint of sleepiness to it.

“Oh fuck, I mean, damn. Dang! Uh, what is it?” You stammered.

“I just wanted to talk to you; that’s all.”

You swallowed hard.

“About?”

“Whatever you’d like.”

You furrowed your brow. Grisha’s actions felt odd and lacking goodwill.

“I don’t have anything to say. I’m pretty tired.”

“It doesn’t matter. Just speak,” he said, his tone finally revealing some hint of urgency.

You paused and tried to think of something to say. You looked out the window at the frost coating the grass.

“It’s been cold lately. I don’t know about you but I’m not used to it. Do you remember it being… this cold?”

You heard rustling on the other end of the phone.

His answer was a clipped, “No.”

“See I’ve seen people try to say it’s always been this way.”

“Ha—have you?” He sputtered.

“Yeah. Uh, like on the news. I feel like they downplay it on purpose.”

“Uh-huh.”

The pastor's breathing grew heavier and you heard him spit in his hand. You clenched your fists and tried to think of harmless things he could be doing. Maybe he had something stuck in his teeth and spit it into the sink.

“It’s gotta be an environmental thing.”

“Climate change,” he choked out.

“You know one of the reasons I started hating Hope Springs Eternal was the pastor not believing in ‘global warming.’ Shows how much he knows, huh?”

“Mhm.”

“I’m, uh, assuming you believe in it.”

“Yes,” he moaned. “It beckons the eschaton.”

You paused, trying to collect your thoughts and ignore what was happening on the other end of the phone.

“Did I tell you to stop?”

“It’s just… That’s a rather disconcerting thought, pastor.”

“Call me Grisha.”

“Okay… Grisha.”

You could hear his hand sliding up and down his cock. You paced around your room. You knew you should have hung up, that this was wrong. But the inappropriateness drew you in. You felt powerful knowing you managed to break down Grisha’s defenses and make him behave like a pitiful sinner.

“Are you close?” You asked.

“Y—yes,” he responded, the words stumbling out of his mouth.

“I hope you realize how loathsome this is.”

You heard a low groan followed by panting, and hung up. You were ashamed of the wet spot in your underwear. You thumbed through your drawer for a fresh pair, slipping them on before crawling back into bed. You lied awake, staring at the ceiling, and tried to make sense of what happened. Masturbating crossed your mind, but it would’ve been unholy. You opted to close your eyes and pray that morning came quickly.

You initially had no intention to return to the little church on the coast, but it wasn’t as if you had anything better to do. As you crested the hill you saw Zeke standing by the cliff, staring out into the ocean. The back of his shirt was speckled with red stains. A cloud of cigarette smoke lingered around him caught in the cold, morning air.

You walked towards him, your hands shoved in your pockets.

“Hi,” you said.

He perked up and side-eyed you.

“Yeah?”

“I just wanted to say good morning.”

“Well, you said it.”

He tossed his cigarette off the cliff and headed towards the church. You trailed after, embarrassed that you reached out to him. Entering the church you were pleasantly surprised to see Eren sitting in the pews. You grabbed a seat in the same row as him but kept your distance.

“C’mere. No need to sit so far away, sister.”

You scooched over to him. He was much more personable than his brother or his father.

“Sister? Wow. So formal.”

He blushed.

“Sorry. It’s a habit I can’t break for the life of me.”

“It’s fine… brother.”

He snickered. “You know for the longest time I used to say it like Hulk Hogan.”

“You mean like, ‘Bruhthurrrrr!’” You mimicked.

“Ha! Exactly.”

“What was your favorite verse? Austin 3:16?”

“You know it,” he said cheekily.

Service began and Grisha spent the majority of the time comparing various atrocities to the Book of Revelation. It was more militant than his previous sermons. Never before had he ever dropped a reference to a “holy war”, but today that seemed to be the running theme.

To say it made you uncomfortable would be the least. But still you found yourself hanging on his every word. You pictured yourself charging through a broken landscape. Flames ripping through cracks in the earth. Locusts fluttering about. The stench of carnage filling your nose. A hideous, rotted beast rising from a bottomless pit. The bodies of sinners heaped high into the heavens; those still cursed with life gnawing on their tongues in agony. It was horrific, but you felt pride. If you lived a virtuous enough life you could fight in God’s army and live in His light eternally.

You were ripped away from your nightmarish fantasy when Eren’s sweet voice blessed your ears.

“Was the sermon that boring?”

“What? No, I was just thinking about it.”

“It’s all good. Trust me, I zone out the second my dad starts talking.”

You wished that was what you had done. You missed the mindlessness you could indulge in on Sundays. Ever since you started attending service you were hypervigilant, bordering on too aware. You stretched your arms over your head and stood up, hoping it would quiet your disturbing thoughts.

“Shit. I should’ve introduced myself earlier. But, uh, my name’s Eren.”

“I know,” you laughed, and then told him yours.

“Now that’s a pretty name.”

Your face grew warm upon hearing his compliment. “Well, I’m off,” you said cheerfully.

“It was nice talking to you. Happy to be around a normal person for once.

You giggled. If only you were a normal person. You bid Eren farewell and headed towards the door. Just as you were about to step outside the threshold of the church, you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned around to see Grisha.

“Where are you off to, lamb?”

“Home.”

“That’s too bad.”

“Why?”

“I was hoping you’d come back to the parsonage so I could properly apologize for my… indiscretion.”

You had tried so hard to forget about him jerking off while talking on the phone with you, how he punctured you with the sword of his mouth. You knew you should’ve declined his invitation and set a boundary between the two of you. But you were smitten despite how much the pastor unsettled you.

“Okay,” you relented.

Once in his office he collapsed onto the couch, resting the back of his hand on his forehead.

“So,” you began. “Are you going to apologize?”

“I think you should be the one apologizing to me.”

“What? But you said—”

“I’m well aware of what I said.” He fixed his gaze on you. “However, you tempted me to share in your plagues.”

“I didn’t do shit. You’re the one that called me up.”

“You didn’t have to answer.”

“You called me three times!”

He exhaled deeply.

“I suppose I am partially to blame.”

“Jesus fucking Christ! You’re fully to blame,” you seethed.

“Why are you being so hostile? Come, sit beside me.”

For whatever reason you did as you were told. You sat next to him and stared at your shoes like a child about to be reprimanded.

“I feel as though you solely exist to tempt me, like some sort of divine punishment. Tell me, lamb, are you clothed with the sun or are you a whore that sits on many waters?”

“I don’t know…” You thought about the lewd thoughts that often plagued your mind. “I guess the latter.”

“I see,” he said, placing his hand on your thigh. “I can save you, if you let me.”

“And how exactly would you do that?” You asked, glancing down at the bulge growing in his pants.

He squeezed your thigh and turned to face you. His eyes were dark with ardor. He only ever looked this passionate when he was preaching.

“I’d rather show than tell, lamb.”

He started to unzip his pants, revealing his hard cock. You turned away and stared at the wall. He latched onto your wrist and placed your hand on it. You prayed for God to stop your underwear from getting soaked.

“Are you afraid?” He asked.

“No. But this… isn’t right.”

“You have nothing to fear. I’m your savior. You should trust me.”

You faced him. He didn’t look untrustworthy. What would he gain from pulling the wool over your eyes? You needed to be saved. You were lucky this man had decided you were worth his time. You squeezed his cock, watching his reaction. He blushed.

“There’s no reason to be shy,” he cooed.

He repositioned himself so he was lying on his back, pulling you on top of him. He lifted up your dress and pulled your underwear off, throwing them to the side. You had taken to wearing prairie dresses with high necklines and white ruffled collars to fit in amongst the congregants. Oddly enough this made the men pay more attention to you, notably Grisha.

He guided his cock inside you. Your breath hitched as it stretched out your tight cunt. It had been years since anyone had fucked you. You gritted your teeth and breathed heavily through your nose.

“Am I hurting you?” He groaned while thrusting into you.

“Yes!” You yelped.

He placed his hands under your ass, lifting you up, leaving only the tip inside. You braced yourself by putting your hands on his tense shoulders. He peered up at you and tucked a lock of your hair behind your ear.

“That wasn’t my intention,” he grunted.

He pulled your body closer, keeping it flush to his, and started to ease his cock back inside you. You held his face in your hands and kissed him. Your lips overlapped his in a desperate attempt at intimacy. You wanted him to feel your passion and love, that you weren’t some trollop that waltzed in to simply whore herself out.

He slowly pushed his cock deeper into you, his hips rocking ever so slightly. You whined through the kiss before breaking it.

“Fuck. It’s too much,” you whined. “Can you get on top?”

He was more than happy to oblige, lifting you up and resting you on your back while his cock continued to throb inside you.

“How’s that?” He asked breathily.

“Much better,” you moaned.

He smiled and lifted your dress up higher. He pushed down the cups of your bra and groped your breasts.

“Harder,” you mewled.

He pinched one of your pert nipples, letting out a tiny laugh as you squealed. You grabbed ahold of his ass, driving his cock deeper into you. A few tears fell from your eyes as he bottomed out, his cock ramming into your cervix. You bit down on your bottom lip and tried to hold back an agonized moan. But the ache invading your body needed to be heard.

Grisha’s thrusts grew more erratic and his groans became louder. He had been starved of intimacy for so long. His desperate hymn radiated through your body. You found yourself being overcome by ecstasy. It was as if God was shining His holy light down on you. It took everything out of you to start babbling the Lord’s Prayer.

You happened to glance out the window and saw Zeke standing outside, partially obscured by a Monterey cypress. You knitted your brow and swallowed hard, nearly choking on your spit.

“Wh—what is it? Am I still hurting you?” He asked, thrusting away, his eyes now shut as rapture consumed him.

You squinted as if it would give you a better look at Zeke.

“It’s nothing. Keep going.”

You hugged him closer as his cock leaked precum inside you. You prayed Zeke couldn’t see anything. But alas you were wrong. Zeke had adjusted his position, revealing that he was fucking his fist. His pants hung around his ankles. It made you nauseous and you felt as if your entire body went cold, like your blood turned to ice.

“I—I’m going to wash away your sins with my seed.”

You felt disgusted by everything: Zeke masturbating to the sight of his father fucking you, Grisha’s ostentatious assumption his cum was a sacrament, the fact you still found yourself reeling from the rapturious pleasure of Grisha’s cock slamming into your cervix. He dropped one of his hands and rubbed your clit, leaving you a quivering mess.

You wanted to hold back, to have him come inside you and walk out of his office with some form of dignity. But it was impossible. Your unstoppable moans flooded the room.

“That’s it, lamb. Let it all go,” he grunted as he came, fucking his cum into your cunt.

Once he was finished he got up and tucked his cock back into his pants. You were rendered immoveable, body glued to the couch.

“It’s time for you to go,” he said solemnly, zipping and buttoning his pants.

You wordlessly tucked your breasts back into your bra and pulled your dress down. You scurried out of his office, passing Eren on your way out.

“Oh shit! Hey!”

“I’m leaving,” you mumbled, not actually hearing what he said.

“What?” He asked, his eyes filling with concern.

“I have to go!” You cried out while speed walking away from the parsonage.

You quickly glanced over your shoulder and saw him chasing after you, his long hair flowing in the wind.

“Wait up, sister,” he shouted.

“Leave me alone! Just… please. Don’t. I—I just wanna go home,” you said, having regained some level of composure.

You stopped; your feet felt like they weighed a thousand pounds. You felt Grisha’s come seep out of your cunt, dripping down the inside of your thigh.

“Did something happen to you?” He asked.

You shivered.

“No. No. No,” you repeated mindlessly.

He narrowed his eyes, his stare fixated on the rumpled state of your dress.

“Who was it?” He asked.

“No one. It was nothing,” you mumbled as your legs finally found it in them to move.

“Are you going to get home okay? I can drive you back to town.”

“Stop! I don’t even know you. I think I can manage on my own.”

Part of you wanted to collapse in his arms and weep, but you were sick of relying on these men for comfort, for a smidgen of solace. Eren didn’t seem to pick up on your distaste. He took a few more steps towards you before stopping.

“Tell me, sister. Was it my dad?”

“Didn’t I say it was no one?” You seethed, clenching your jaw.

You didn’t return to church the following Sunday or the Sunday after that even though Grisha incessantly called you. Instead you watched a live feed of the service at Hope Springs Eternal. You were able to lose yourself in the pompous extravagance. It wasn’t particularly pleasant. The sermon was the typical “poor people are poor because they don’t love God enough.” But it was nice to not hear rants about fighting in God’s army. Plus you thoroughly enjoyed roasting your old church.

“Idiots,” you muttered, shoving your hand in a box of cereal. “That guy doesn’t love God enough because his toupee isn’t on straight.”

You laughed with a mouthful of cereal and nearly choked on your giggle fit.

However you grimaced when the pastor brought out a rattlesnake. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and he spoke in tongues.

“What is this? Fear Factor?”

Suddenly the crowd erupted into a shrieking mass of glossolalia, throwing themselves at the ground, as the pastor held the snake above his head. You were shocked to see the church had become such a spectacle while you were gone.

“Well that’s unsettling,” you said, turning off your television. “I hope the snake is okay.”

Pastor Grisha’s sermons suddenly seemed reasonable in comparison to whatever the fuck it was you’d just witnessed. You stared at your phone and picked it up. It felt like a stone in your hand. You called Grisha, hoping he wouldn’t answer.

Much to your disappointment he picked up on the first ring.

“Hi,” you said solemnly.

“My precious lamb, have you decided to come crawling back?”

You clenched your fists, your fingernails leaving valleys in your palm.

“Do you guys speak in tongues and handle snakes?”

“I run a church. Not a sideshow.”

“I take that as a no then.”

“That’s all ceremonial grandeur. It’s not of God.”

“Isn’t it in The Bible?”

“Much of The Bible is not to be taken literally.”

“Fair enough…”

“Why do you ask?”

You sighed. “Hope Springs Eternal livesteams their servi—”

“Heretical bastards!”

“Don—Don’t you broadcast your sermons on television? How is that any different?”

“Because I’m right goddammit! Even if I wanted to stop, I couldn't! It’s God’s will! How am I supposed to deny his desires?!”

“I—”

“What I do… What I do is necessary. It’s my duty. Only I can lead us on the virtuous path.”

“What about your sons?”

“Zeke’s more than capable, but he let his brain get eaten away by lust.”

“What about Eren?”

“He’s charming, but a lost cause. Noncommittal. He’s not a firm believer.” He exhaled. “It has to be me. There’s no other option.”

He sounded almost wistful, like he was being forced to do these things against his own will.

“It is how things are and have to be,” he mumbled. “I wasn’t exactly interested in this, but when God calls you don’t bury your head in the sand.”

“I guess. But you could stop. You know that, right? It doesn’t have to be like this.”

“Who am I to question the Hand of God, lamb? I’m a mere man. If He isn’t guiding me, I’ll stray. It’s—It’s hard… for me. You’d know that better than anyone.”

You held your breath. You were used to a level of opaqueness he operated under. To hear Grisha express doubt in the Lord bothered you. He was supposed to be different, to be stronger than the average pastor. One that was steadfast in his beliefs.

“I’ve missed seeing you,” he sighed.

“I doubt that.”

“It’s true. I need you. I’m lost without you.”

“I thought I was a temptress, a whore sitting on many waters or whatever.”

“Hush, lamb. Promise me you’ll come back next Sunday,” he pleaded.

“I’ll think about it,” you hissed before hanging up.

You were pissed Grisha’s plea managed to convince you. You showed up at the church the next Sunday dressed in a plain black prairie dress, something that wouldn’t make you stand out amongst the plain clothed men. You took your seat in the pews and didn’t make eye contact with anyone.

A familiar voice coming from behind you. “Hi!”

“Hey, Eren,” you said, a small smile crossing your face.

“It’s nice to see you, sister. I was worried about you.”

“I’m alright. No reason to be concerned.”

You wanted to placate him, but your tone was too clipped. It was like you were brandishing a knife after every word. Eren’s green eyes were tinged with worry, but he grinned and took a seat beside you. Service began as it usually did, but you noticed Zeke and the camera equipment were nowhere to be found.

“Are you guys not filming anymore?” You asked in a hushed tone.

“Hm? Oh, not today.”

You raised an eyebrow and decided not to think about it.

Grisha’s sermon ended up being much more benign. There was little talk of violence and not a single reference to God’s wrath. As he preached you zoned out.

“Am I boring you, sister?” Grisha asked pointedly.

You perked up and shook your head. He glared at you briefly before resuming the sermon. Nothing weird was happening, but there was an oddness in the air, like something unseen to only you was brewing. Even Eren started to look a little antsy.

“Who here needs to be healed?” Grisha suddenly asked.

You turned to Eren, but his eyes were fixated on the floor. Your body went cold. No one was speaking. Everyone’s eyes were trained on you. You sunk down into the pew, hoping people would forget you were even there. Out of sight, out of mind.

“Sister,” Grisha suddenly said.

You weren’t used to him addressing you in a formal way.

“Yes,” you said cheerfully. You wanted to pull the wool over everyone’s eyes. Maybe if you were pleasant, the mood in the church would change.

“Do you need to be healed?”

“Nope. I, uh, I think I’m good.”

“Who here thinks our sister needs to be healed?”

The men all raised their hands at once. You were aghast to see Eren slowly raising his hand, eyes still focused on the floor in front of him.

“Seriously?” You asked in a hushed voice.

He gave you nothing in response.

“I think we’ve come to a consensus,” Grisha said, leaving the pulpit. “Let’s gather around our sister.”

Everytime he said “sister” you felt like you swallowed a razor blade. You hated hearing it, but speaking up was thankless. It wouldn’t do anything. You were outnumbered. The men gathered around you, all with rather blank looks on their faces. Their eyes were flat and shark-like.

“You guys can’t be serious.”

One of the men placed their hand on your shoulder. The others followed suit and placed their hands on your shoulders, back, and the top of your head. You directed a pleading stare towards Eren.

“It’s fine. They’re not gonna hurt you,” he muttered.

You wanted to attack him like a wild animal, rip into his skin and pluck out his pretty, green eyes. You barely knew him, but somehow this was the ultimate betrayal.

“Fucker,” you said under your breath.

You breathed deeply to calm yourself. It was true. The men weren’t hurting you, at least on a physical level. The church was silent other than your labored breathing and the offshore winds occasionally rattling the windows.

“Do you have anything you’d like to repent for?” Grisha asked.

You flared your nostrils. “No.”

“Are you sure?” A drunk parishioner slurred.

You refused to answer.

“Are you sure?” Grisha repeated.

“Yes,” you answered in your most authoritative tone.

“You made eyes at me during service,” one of the men said. “You gave me a look.”

“What? I don’t even know you.”

“I saw you do it,” another one said.

Another tightened his grip on your shoulder.

“We all saw,” he rumbled.

The door of the church flung open. For a brief moment relief came over you.

“Sorry I’m late—Oh, so we are doing this,” Zeke said, fastening the last few buttons on his shirt.

“You’re just in time,” Grisha said cheerfully.

“Is this really necessary?” Zeke asked, surveying the situation.

“Do you doubt me?” Grisha asked.

Zeke nervously scratched behind his ear. “No.”

He took a seat on the floor near the door and stared at his feet much like Eren did. You wanted to scream, but you were frozen by God’s apparent will. The men continued their chorus of “I saw you” and proceeded to accuse you of other minor offenses you never committed. Every so often you denied the accusations, but after a while your mind began to slip. Had you given a lusty stare to someone? You couldn’t be sure anymore.

“I did it,” you finally said dejectedly. “All of it.”

The men removed their hands and went back to their seats. Grisha sighed and returned to the pulpit.

“Don’t you feel better now? Don’t you feel cleansed?”

You mindlessly nodded.

“Did you finally let the Lord into your hideous heart?”

Again, you nodded. The service ended with little fanfare and everyone left quickly. You found yourself tethered to your seat, unable to move lest you be accused of heresy. Eren remained as well.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered.

“No. You’re not… But it’s fine.”

“It’s not fine.”

“Well then why didn’t you help me? You were right there.”

“I don’t know.”

“Is it because I deserve it? Am I that bad?”

“No.”

“Then why did they do that to me?!” You shouted.

“I don’t kn—”

“You don’t seem to know anything, brother.”

“I said I was sorry.”

“Sorry doesn’t mean shit!” Tears welled up in your eyes and your throat burned from yelling after being so quiet. “I… Fuck!”

You kicked the pew in front of you. You didn’t know what to do. Eren probably was sorry. He probably didn’t have much pull over Grisha. What could he have done? You knew you were innocent; none of those sins were yours. The parishioners hadn’t even brought up your daliences with Grisha. Though it’s not like they’d have any information that would make the pastor look bad.

“I don’t think this will make you feel any better. But it’s happened to me a lot. I know how it feels.”

He scooched closer to you and cleared his throat.

“My relationship with God is complicated. It has been since my mom died.”

“That doesn’t make me feel sorry for you,” you hissed. “Everyone has a complicated relationship with God.”

He kept talking. “It usually goes longer. The last time it happened to me it was two hours of getting told I was useless. A drug addict. One guy even called me the Antichrist which made my dad stop everything. He ended up punching him.”

“That’s horrible.”

“It sounds worse than it actually is, sister.”

You couldn’t imagine suffering through an hour consumed by hands laying upon you. You were angry Eren downplayed it, trying to act like it wasn’t all that bad. It was a horrific experience. Not one you’d ever want to return to. You stood up and walked away. You didn’t bother saying goodbye to Eren. He was too lost in his own mind.

Once outside you saw Zeke standing near the edge of the cliff smoking as usual. You made your way over to him. The sunlight danced behind low hanging clouds, occasionally illuminating him in a heavenly way. Instead of the usual scowl, he gave a solemn, “Hello.”

You hated how much he looked like his father. It made you want to be mean to him.

“Are you alright?” He asked, taking a drag off his cigarette.

“I guess. I don’t know. I can’t tell yet.”

“Ah, yeah. That’s the worst part. Don’t worry,” he said, stretching his arms. “You’ll realize how awful it was when you’re trying to sleep tonight.”

You were already plotting how to induce insomnia. Zeke placed his hand on your shoulder. You were too exhausted to flinch. He took a few steps closer until you were finally in his arms, your face buried in his neck. He rubbed your back and you proceeded to sob. You felt silly for breaking down in a stranger’s arms, but Zeke was there. He was tangible, something you could hold onto.

His hands trailed down your back, resting them on your ass.

“Need a distraction?” His breath was hot against your ear.

You sniffled. You could feel his semi-hard cock through his pants.

“I guess. I—I have no idea how you could help me though,” you muttered dejectedly.

“Trust me, sister. I have plenty of ideas.”

He tightened his grip on your ass and rubbed his erection against you. You stared out over his shoulder at gentle waves licking the shore. You wanted to lose yourself in his broad-shouldered embrace.

“You can do whatever you want,” you mewled.

He let go of your ass and held onto your face by the jaw. His fingers were calloused, but the roughness of his touch was spirituous. He forced his leg between your thighs. He had a sick grin on his face. You tried to ignore it as you rubbed up against his leg. Instead you focused on how good his body felt on your clit. You dragged your throbbing cunt up and down his thigh, your breath hitching when the friction became too much.

He forced you to look him in the eyes as you pleasured yourself against him. You wanted to find kindness in his gaze but there was none, just lust. You started to unbutton his shirt while he hurriedly unzipped his pants. You kissed him, biting down on his bottom lip. He groaned and pulled away.

“No biting,” he chastised.

You frowned and lied down in the grass. You hiked up your dress, revealing your glistening folds. Zeke got on top of you, stroking his cock. It was girthy like his father’s, but more veiny and it lacked any sort of curve. You guided it inside you, watching Zeke’s reaction as he was greeted by your tight cunt. He looked so lecherous, so hungry for you.

“Oh God,” you moaned.

Zeke slowly thrusted; his cock filled your cunt. He stared down at you, eyes partially obscured by his glasses.

“How does that feel, sister?”

“Like heaven.”

“Ca—can I hit you?”

The idea of his hand gracing your face thrilled you to no end. You welcomed any sensation that would make you forget the numerous hands that had previously invaded your body.

“Please.”

His hand was swift across your face, leaving a stinging pain in its wake.

“Again,” you pleaded, stroking his cheek.

He was more than happy to oblige. He thrusted his cock deeper inside you and slapped you again. You pulled him into a kiss, pushing your tongue past his teeth. His tongue tasted of tobacco. The woody, sour taste overtook your mouth.

His hands roaming your body was a blessing. His touch healed the wounds left behind the parishioners. You never wanted to let him go. Your fingers were tangled in his soft, flaxen hair. You twirled a lock in between your fingers and tugged on it. He let out a muted yelp you soon swallowed. He broke the kiss, panting as he bottomed out. Your body writhed underneath his, swimming in the shadow of this saint.

“How does it feel, sister?” He asked, holding you down.

“Good,” you gasped.

He grabbed ahold of your jaw again, his grey eyes tunneling holes through yours. You wanted to live in his light, until your body rotted away into dust. You tightened your walls around him. He groaned, his hips bucking against your limp body. You were putty in his hands.

You slid his suspenders off and yanked down his pants. You held onto his plush ass, pulling him towards you so his cock kissed your cervix. His hips seemed to skip a beat as his cock leaked precum inside your cunt. A needy moan fell from his lips and he shut his eyes.

“Can I come inside you?” He quickly asked.

You eagerly nodded. He let out a few desperate whimpers as he drove his cock in you, your fluids intermingling. He was panting harder, his cheeks now a pretty pink. He bucked his hips as his cock shot cum into the depths of your cunt.

“Do you like that, sister?” He asked, fucking you harder.

“Yes,” you squealed.

Once he finished he slid his cock out of you and lowered himself down to your cunt. He lapped at the cum seeping out of it, tongue flicking your clit.

“Say my name when you come,” he ordered.

You dug your fingers into the grass as your body quivered. Zeke ran his hands up and down your legs as he sucked his cum out of you, the lurid noise harmonizing with the waves.

“Zeke,” you mewled as you saw white.

You felt like you were ascending as your body squirmed against his face, his beard tickling the inside of your thighs. You were too lost in your orgasm to hear the footsteps stomping through the grass. Zeke looked up at you, smiling. He rested his head on your thigh and sighed dreamily.

“Are you interested in doing anything else, sister?”

You ignored his question and posed your own. “Why were you jerking off while I was fucking your father?”

His gaze hardened.

“It’s not as if I was looking at him.” He kissed your thigh and took on a kinder tone. “It’s not our fault none of us know how to behave around women… It doesn’t help that we all have a sick crush on you.”

“How are you gonna solve that problem, huh?”

“I did talk to you first. If you belong to any of us, it’s me.”

“I don’t belong to any of you,” you said, unable to hide your disgust.

“Don’t you want to be mine?”

You rustled his hair. He was cute in a tragic sense. It was strange to see such a domineering man rendered down to an endearing puddle of goo. You alternated between wanting to toss him off the cliff, and marrying him.

You were ripped from your peace by the sound of rustling grass growing closer and closer. Zeke glanced up and his face fell. You craned your head back and saw Grisha standing there, clutching his worn down bible to his chest.

“How could you?” Grisha lamented; his question directed at you.

Zeke sat up and pulled your dress back down.

“Are you jealous?” He taunted.

Grisha glared at his son. Although Zeke’s expression was haughty, it had a tinge of uneasiness. It was warranted. The pastor launched his bible at his son, hitting him square in the nose. Blood seeped from it, staining his white shirt red.

“You’re going to hell for that,” Zeke said, covering his nose with his hand.

“Well I’ll see you there, you disgraceful whoremonger!”

You frowned at the notion of you being a whore. It was an accusation you never got used to. You weren’t chaste by any means, but this was the most action you had in awhile.

“Did you not lie with her too?” Zeke asked, standing up and stepping over you to get closer to his father. “I saw you. I bore witness.”

Grisha blushed, clearly horrified by this revelation. “I—I was saving her!”

“You have a really funny way of saving people then.”

You grew tired of their bickering. You found your underwear hiding amongst the cat grass and slipped them on. You bounded off to the path that led down to the beach. Neither of the men noticed you left.

The wind had calmed down, making the journey less precarious. You kicked off your shoes and dug your toes into the sand. Such a simple thing and yet it was the best you felt in years. You walked closer towards the ocean, digging your feet deeper into the sand with every step. Once the water licked your heels you swam out, submerging yourself in a mellow wave. You held your breath as it washed over you. You dove deeper as the currents pulled you further from the shore.

Salt water weaseled its way into your eyes, killing any sense of comfort you found in the lull of the waves. You let your body float to the surface. Resting on your back, you stared up at the overcast sky. You looked like a pathetic version of Ophelia, madness driving you out into the sea. It was hard to be serene while coughing. The salt burned your throat and left your tongue numb.

You were decidedly less glamorous than any Millais painting. But that didn’t matter. You couldn’t care less about how you appeared. Maybe this was pathetic. Maybe you were wading in madness. But was that a bad thing? You’d be in good company. Even Jesus’s family and followers thought he was insane on occasion, possessed by demons, riddled with paranoia. And yet he was a paragon of holiness, of a just life.

The sun peeked out from behind the low-hanging clouds, a little beam of sunlight bled through. The first you’d seen in awhile. It looked like glitter ebbing along with the waves.

“Nice,” you whispered.

Your phone rang constantly. You thought about blocking Grisha's number, but you wanted to hear the desperation in his voice and if he still thought he could save you. Much to your disappointment he never left a single voicemail.

Nothing seemed to completely sever the attachment you had to them. You thought about Zeke fucking you in a field constantly, though on occasion you imagined he was Eren. You found yourself missing the brunette. He was always nice to you. His only major misstep being that he didn’t help you when you were assaulted.

Twinges of resentment remained a plague. You knew Eren was just as much a victim as you. But there remained a pervasive sense of betrayal. It was such a strong feeling for someone you barely knew.

There was some relief knowing they were no closer to God than you.

Eventually one early Sunday morning, your curiosity got the better of you and you answered when Grisha called you for the umpteenth time. You reclined on your couch, watching Hope Springs Eternal’s live stream with the volume turned down.

“Did you call to jerk off to the sound of my voice?” You asked haughtily.

“What? No, sister. I’m not a pig.”

You were surprised to hear Eren’s voice.

“Oh… Hey? Why are you calling from your father’s phone?”

“Psh. My dad wishes he had his own phone. We all share the one in his office.”

“Okay. Uh, what’s up? Did something happen?”

He sighed. “No. I just miss talking to you.”

“I’m sure there are other parishioners to talk to.”

Eren paused. “Actually there aren’t any. My dad stopped opening up service to the public and kicked everyone out. We just do the TV thing now.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know. Last Sunday he said something about someone taking his lamb to the slaughter? And how he is not fit to be a shepherd because he tasted the waters of Babylon. I tried asking him about it, but he didn’t want me to bear his burden which I appreciate. But on the other hand, I’d like to know what the fuck is going on.”

You knitted your brow and asked, “How’s Zeke?”

“A disaster. He smokes inside now. I can’t remember the last time I saw him with a shirt on. And he’s been asking me for weed which is… I don’t mind sharing, but my tolerance is high. It takes a lot to calm this mess down.” He punctuated his sentence with a soft chuckle. “Also he films dad at a Dutch angle. I don’t know, sister. It’s all bad.”

You wanted to hug him, hold him close and like a vice.

“I guess I can stop by, if you want.”

“Really? You’d be down?”

“As long as I don’t see your father, I don’t mind. He’ll be busy preaching, right?”

“Yup!”

“I’ll see you in a few then.”

“Wow. Really? It’s okay if you don’t want to.”

You assured Eren it was no problem and hung up.

Looking through your wardrobe, you hated yourself for getting rid of all your secular clothing. You burned it all in a religious fury, replacing everything with long dresses, with high necklines accentuated with oversized collars, and long sleeves. Your most plain one was still stiff with ocean water. You ended up settling on one in your favorite color.

When you arrived you expected the church to be in ruins. It was a rather hyperbolic thought. But given what Eren told you, your mind felt free to wander down darkened paths. You didn’t dare approach the church proper, instead heading for the back door of the parsonage.

The tide was low, the stench ever present. You dry heaved every couple seconds. You stepped closer to the cliff and saw the rotting carcasses of fish. You hadn’t heard anything about a major die off. You pinched your nostrils shut and swallowed the spit collecting in your mouth.

“It’s gross, ain’t it?” Eren said, walking over to you. “Let’s get inside.”

He held the door open for you and shut it tight. The sound of door slamming made you jump.

“I’m sorry. I’m tryna keep the smell out as best I can,” he said sheepishly.

“It’s okay. I’d rather you be aggressive towards inanimate objects than smell death.”

“You want coffee? I just made a pot. Or do you like tea? I can make tea. Or we can have both. Best of both worlds. Like Hannah Montana,” he rattled off nervously. He shut his eyes tight and sighed deeply, very much aware of how silly he sounded.

“Coffee is fine.”

“How do you take it?”

You explained in great detail how you like your coffee. Eren was shaky and needed the specificities even if your request was on the simpler side. You took a seat at the dining table, one he clearly built. He carefully prepared your cup and placed it in front of you with a very prideful grin on his face. You thanked him and took a sip. It was perfect.

You wasted no time and started to question Eren on the current state of the church the moment he sat at the table.

“Pastor Grisha kicked everyone out?”

Eren winced, hearing you call his father that.

He took a sip of his coffee. “Yeah. He won’t tell me anything though. He does his sermons and then he spends the rest of his time in his office, muttering weird shit like ‘Where did I go wrong?’ and ‘He slaughtered my little lamb.’’

You snicked. “He’s talking about me.”

“What makes you so sure, sister?”

“I fucked your father, brother.”

“I know,” he answered casually.

“And I fucked your brother. Your father caught us in the little clearing by the cliff.”

“I told Zeke not to do that.” Eren said, the vibrancy of his eyes completely dulled.

“You knew?”

“Duh.. He’s my brother. I know everything about him.”

“Did he tell you he jerked off while your dad fucked me?”

“Unfortunately. He… He was desperate and he really likes you. I’m not saying it was right. He’s got some shit to work through.”

“You really care about him, huh?”

“Why wouldn’t I, sister? I love him,” he said cheerfully.

“Where is he?”

“Probably asleep. Service doesn’t start for another hour and a half.”

“I’m very much awake,” his voice boomed from down the hall.

He stepped out of his room clothes in only a tiny pair of grey underwear that left little to the imagination. His back was covered in spindly welts. He had no shame, not an inkling of it. He sauntered into the room and took a seat next to Eren. He glanced back and forth at the two of you. A skimpy joint was tucked behind his ear.

“What’s she doing here?” He asked Eren.

“You can ask her yourself. She’s right there.”

Zeke turned his attention towards you. “Who invited you?”

Eren groaned. “I did. I wanted to hang out with her.”

“Oh yeah, I’m sure you’re just ‘hanging out.’” He said, laughing.

“I have no one to talk to! Dad's on the path to being one of those embarrassing street preachers that scream about the end of days. And you never wear clothes and only ever talk to me when you want weed!”

“Do you need a hug?” Zeke asked, his tone comically serious.

“What?! No. Go put pants on.”

“Fine. I’ll conform, if that’ll calm your ass down,” he said.

“Is he high?” You asked.

“Terminally.”

You mouthed a “wow”.

“I can’t decide what pants,” he yelled down the hall. “Come help me.”

Eren sighed. “Let’s humor him.”

The two of you made your way to Zeke’s room. It was rather barren. He had a nice sized bed, with crisp white sheets and a turmeric colored quilt folded at the foot of it. He had a small desk made from birch wood stained a muted black. The chair was the same, though a small pillow softened the seat. His closet door rested on the ground. Zeke explained it fell off the hinges and didn’t care enough to fix it. His room looked like something out of the past. The only modern thing in it was the camera equipment.

Eren frowned and lightly kicked Zeke’s broken door.

“I said I would fix this for you, dumb ass.”

“You’re so cruel. Now! Let’s get down to business.”

He grabbed a lighter off his desk and lit the joint he had behind his ear.

“What about the pants?” You asked, trying not to stare at his cock.

“The what?” He waved his hand as if that made the previous conversation disappear. “Who cares? Here, take a hit.”

“I’m okay,” you demurred.

“Aw, come on? Do you not like me anymore?”

You rolled your eyes. “No. I just feel like getting high in a parsonage goes against God’s will.”

He patted your head and passed the joint to Eren. Zeke sat down on his bed and gestured for you to join him. Briefly you resisted but he was too handsome and too willing. Maybe it was God’s will for you to merely sit beside him.

Eren took a seat next to you while puffing on the joint hanging from his lips. He passed it back to Zeke.

“I’m good for now,” he relayed.

Zeke stubbed the joint out in an ashtray and opened a window to let the smoke air out. The haze that had once permeated the room slowly ebbed out into the cold wind. You tried to focus on that instead of Zeke’s cock which appeared to be a little stiff.

“I know you’re looking, sister.”

“I am not!”

Eren laughed. “If you want I can, uh, leave you two alone.”

“No way. I’m here to see you, remember?”

Zeke rested his head on your shoulder.

“What are you saying? You don’t want to see me?”

You rustled his hair. “No. That’s hardly what I meant.”

Eren wrapped his arm around you, pulling you close to him. There was a territorial tinge to his eyes. You struggled to stifle your laughter. All of the men in this family seemed to be desperate for your attention, even Eren who on occasion seemed like a normal guy.

Zeke looked over at Eren and narrowed his eyes.

“Are you jealous I found my way to her before you?”

“Are you jealous that dad fucked her first?”

Zeke scowled. You sighed deeply and tried to ignore your attraction to them. It was a thankless task.

“Do you want to lay with me, brother?” You asked on the verge of hysterics, playing up the religious pleasantries.

Eren blushed.

“He does,” Zeke said as he sprawled out across your lap. “He told me.”

Eren was staring out across the room, desperately trying to ignore Zeke and you.

“Is that true?”

He ran his hands through his long, dark hair, the silky tendrils finding their way between his fingers.

“Yeah. Happy?”

You gazed at Eren. Your vision blurred around him; he was all you could focus on. You carefully slipped your hand under his suspenders and ran it down one of his pecs. He shivered at your touch. You rubbed his delicate nipple with your thumb.

“Get on top of him,” Zeke suggested, his head in your lap. “I’ll eat your ass if you do it, sister.”

Eren’s eyes widened. The prospect of Zeke eating your ass was very appealing. As you went to straddle Eren, Zeke grabbed your shoulder.

“Not here. The office.”

“What?! No,” you exclaimed.

“Would it make you feel dirty because that’s where you fucked our father?”

“What if he catches us?” You panicked.

“Don’t worry about it. Your brother isn’t going to let anything bad happen to you, okay?” Zeke cooed.

Eren fake gagged and corralled you into Grisha’s office. Zeke’s words did not set you at ease.

You and Zeke took a seat on the couch. He rambled on about how Pastor Grisha now ended every sermon with “Jesus wept.” Eren took off his suspenders and his pants, folding them up neatly. He stood still for a moment, caught up in his own thoughts. You were getting impatient listening to Zeke ramble on. Your desire to fuck Eren was unbearable. All your attention was focused on him.

“Alright. I’m rea—Jesus Christ! Show some restraint!” Eren shouted.

You looked over at Zeke who at some point took off his underwear. He had a smug grin on his face. His cock was standing straight up, veiny and thick as ever. He was raring to go and you hadn’t even noticed.

“I don’t like to waste time,” he responded.

You and Eren both were a little perturbed, but not enough to turn back. Lust flooded your core; you could feel it bubbling up your throat. Zeke’s cock demanded your attention, the tip of it like a red beacon. You leaned in a little closer to him and cupped his balls, squeezing them with your gentle touch. You rubbed them, your grip tightening. Zeke exhaled and lazily threw his head back, eyes shut with pleasure. He beamed; you didn’t realize he was capable of such contentment.

“I’ll let Eren fuck you first, considering I already blessed you with my seed.”

“More like you filled her with your dirt,” Eren groused.

“Just let me have this,” Zeke complained.

If you weren’t so turned on, you would have stood up and walked out the door. But you were hopelessly tethered to them, your body devoted to their light. The holiness you perceived in them made it okay.

Eren gazed at you, his eyes as fertile as a verdant field. He held out his hand which you took and walked to his father’s desk. He kicked his father’s belongings off and gestured for you to sit on it. You happily obeyed. Your total willingness made him nervous. His hands quaked as he lifted your dress and peeled off your underwear.

“Over here,” Zeke said, holding his hand up.

Eren balled up your underwear and beaned them at Zeke’s face. Zeke didn’t seem to care and took an audible whiff. Eren gripped your hips and pulled you closer to the edge of the desk. He swiped his fingers against your cunt, coating them with your fluids.

“Open wide.”

You parted your lips and sucked them clean, running your tongue along the pads of his fingers. Your cunt throbbed, aching for his touch. He spread apart your labia and ran his cock down your slit. You whimpered as he slowly plunged it inside you.

“You guys are boring,” Zeke heckled. “She’d be ruined by now if I was fucking her.”

Eren let out an annoyed groan and started to thrust. Zeke reclined on the couch, happily watching the two of you. Eren grunted as your cunt hugged around him. His movements were slow and precise, lacking any of the urgency Zeke or Grisha’s had. You wondered if he was more experienced. You thought about him fucking his way through town, not a person untouched. He was certainly handsome enough.

“Pick up the pace,” Zeke said, stroking his cock.

Eren gritted his teeth. “For the love of God, please shut up. I’m begging you.”

“I’m getting bored though. I want to hear her squeal.”

“It’s not about what you want.” Eren turned his attention towards you. “Right?”

You nodded. Zeke sighed audibly and absent mindedly stroked his cock. You couldn’t help but stare; you wanted it in your mouth.

Eren took notice and began to fuck you harder, the length of his cock consuming your cunt.

“Don’t look at him,” he sneered, grabbing a hold of your face with his free hand. “Open your mouth again.”

You did as you were told. Eren spat directly in your mouth, the action full of derision. His saliva was sweet, tinged with coffee and citrus. He glared down at you and held you by the neck, his palm barely grazing your throat. His touch was gentle unlike his gaze. He clenched his jaw and thrust into you, groaning as he bottomed out. He erupted into a symphony of grunts and moans. His long hair hung in his face and he tried to tuck it behind his ear with no luck.

You heard Zeke laugh and get up off the couch, walking over. Zeke positioned himself behind Eren and reached over his shoulders to tuck his hair behind his ear.

“You looked like you were struggling,” Zeke cooed.

Eren let go of your throat and looked over his shoulder, mildly perturbed, and nodded.

“Why do you still have your shirt on, puritan?” Zeke coyly asked, as he started to unbutton it.

“You’re pushing your luck,” Eren grunted as he drove his cock into you.

Zeke snickered and helped Eren take off his button-down.

“Now it’s a party!” He cheered, resting his head on his brother’s shoulder.

Zeke gazed down at you, the weight of his body pressed up against Eren. You were a panting mess and tried to cover your face. Your shame always got the best of you. After all, you were a Christian. The brothers loved every second of it. Your whines and sighs were their favorite hymns. Zeke grabbed your hips and pulled you closer to Eren.

“Ow!” You yelped as Eren’s cock collided into your cervix.

You gazed up at the men lording over you, their eyes devouring every inch of you like a couple of jackals.

“I’m having a hard time focusing with your cock wedged between my ass,” Eren mumbled.

“Is it too weird?” Zeke asked, backing away.

“I have an idea,” you said, pulling Eren’s cock out of you.

You sat up and gestured for Zeke to sit behind you. He happily got up on the desk and sat behind you. You nestled in between his legs, letting his cock rest up against the small of your back.

“Why do you still have this on?” Zeke murmured in your ear.

His dexterity was impressive; he managed to quickly undo all the little buttons on your dress and pulled it over your head. You could feel his heaving chest up against your back, the hair tickling your spine. Eren unhooked your bra and tossed it to the side. He guided his cock back inside your weeping cunt and began to thrust.

“That feel good?” Eren grunted.

“Y—yes,” you choked out. “So good.”

Zeke groped your breasts, tweaking your nipples in between his rough fingers. Eren gave a smoldering glare to Zeke.

“What is it, brother?” Zeke asked sarcastically. “Did you want her all to yourself?”

Eren continued to force his length into your tormented cunt. He was blushing, still glaring at Zeke. His lush brown locks hung in his face. He almost looked like Jesus. Zeke went to speak, his eyebrows knitted with concern, but Eren interrupted him with a rough kiss, ripe with insatiable yearning. He continued to thrust wildly, delving his cock into your dripping cunt. Eren was close. His moans obscured by the kiss. Zeke pulled away and cleared his throat. You managed to catch a glimpse of his beet red face as you felt a spurt of warm fluid on your back.

“Sorry, sister,” he murmured.

Eren’s balls clapped up against your taint as he pounded away. Your body tensed up in anticipation of your orgasm. Eren’s cock filled every inch of your cunt, stretching it out as his hips grinded up against you. Your skin felt like it had electricity running through it, the Holy Spirit imbuing you with its light. Your body contorted in rapture as your vision faded. All you saw was light. You felt like God Himself.

Zeke lazily started to rub your clit, lubricating his finger with your fluids, which sent you to the brink. You were entrenched in ecstasy as your orgasm crashed over you. You tried to speak but all you could do was babble, the only coherent sound being you sputtering out Eren’s name.

Eren smirked and slowed down his pace, becoming more deliberate with his thrusts.

“You’re so fuckin’ tight,” he moaned.

He tossed his head back and filled you with his warm, milky cum. His hips bucked a few more times before he slumped forward, resting his head on your shoulder. You kissed the top of his head.

“I wanna worship you both,” you said breathily.

“Oh yeah?” Zeke asked.

Eren chuckled. “How do you plan on doing such a thing, sister?”

“Come down my throat.”

Zeke tumbled off the desk and quickly got to his feet. Eren helped you off and stood next to his brother. You got on your knees and gazed up at them. They were regal and beautiful, painfully so. You could bask in their presence for ages and never tire of it. Eren met your gaze and smiled. He stroked your cheek.

“Need some help?” Zeke asked Eren, pointing at his semi-hard cock.

Eren’s eyes widened.

“It’s cool if you don’t! I just thought since… You do realize you kissed me, right?”

Eren huffed. “Yes! I was hoping dad would walk in.”

“It’d really ruin him if he caught me jerking you off, especially so close to his precious, little lamb.”

Zeke had the mind of a demon. It disturbed you to no end, but it was just as alluring. Both of the brothers were blushing, their chests as pink as their cheeks. Eren looked down at you for guidance.

“Let him help,” you replied.

Your tone was marred with shame. You were still scared by the sin of it all, but traumatizing Pastor Grisha had its appeal after everything he had done. You needed your wanton desires to triumph, to horrify the holy man.

Eren let out a muted moan as Zeke gripped his cock. You eagerly watched as Zeke squeezed the length of it. Eren’s expression exuded an alluring agony. You lapped at his balls as Zeke hesitantly jerked him off. You rolled your tongue along the raphe, relishing in his rapturous groans. You flicked Eren’s aching cock with your tongue like a serpent.

Eren’s body relaxed a little, his shoulders not held as high. You sucked on his cock, savoring the precum dribbling from it. You worked in tandem with Zeke until Eren’s cock was throbbing and glistening with precum and spit.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Zeke asked. “I’m not playing coy. Was that okay?”

“I guess,” Eren mumbled. “Yeah.”

“Let’s just think of it as a really fun Eucharist,” Zeke replied, hip checking his brother.

You stared up at Eren and Zeke, eager to service them. You took Zeke’s cock in your mouth and swirled your tongue around the tip. He patted your head as you sucked. Drool trickled from the corners of your mouth. Eren watched intently and stepped closer to you, his erection demanding your attention. You caressed it with a tender touch. His verdant gaze fixed on you, heavy with ardor. No one had ever looked at you like that before.

You released Zeke’s cock from your mouth and masturbated him using your free hand. Zeke’s gaze matched Eren’s, his grey eyes boring holes through yours. You beckoned them to stand closer together and frotted their cocks, suckling on the tips in between jerking them off.

The sound of heavy footsteps ripped you from your debauched trance.

“Did you hear that? I think I heard—”

“Suck us off at the same time,” Zeke pleaded.

Eren nervously looked to the side, but gave you a nod. You resumed holding their cocks together and eased them into your mouth. You felt like the corners of your mouth were going to tear as you struggled to fit them in.

“Atta girl,” Zeke purred.

The footsteps grew nearer.

“Boys? We ought to start service,” you heard Grisha call out.

“Zeke,” Eren muttered.

“Hm?” He said as he watched as tears ran down your cheeks.

Eren cupped Zeke’s face in his hands and kissed him as the knob of the door jiggled. It was ripe with desperation like the previous one. Eren bit down on Zeke’s bottom lip. Your cunt throbbed at the sight. You gagged and took their cocks out of your mouth, opting instead to jerk them off.

Grisha opened the door and stepped inside. He let out a little sigh before he noticed the depravity taking place.

“Oh God, no!”.

Eren laughed, breaking the kiss.

“Why? Why would you do this?!”

You lapped at Eren and Zeke’s cock, relishing in the pained shouts coming from the pastor. Zeke bucked his hips against your fist, fucking it furiously.

“Give me an answer! What did I do to either of you to deserve this?!”

The brothers ignored his cries. Zeke nuzzled his face into Eren’s neck and rubbed the back of your head.

“I’m close,” he whimpered. “Can I come on your face, sister?”

You nodded with a big smile on your face.

“How could you do this?” Grisha asked dejectedly, holding your gaze.

You didn’t answer. Grisha was of little importance. All you cared about were his sons.

“Sorry, father,” Zeke moaned as ropes of cum splattered across your cheeks.

“I—I raised you better than this!”

Eren clenched his fist while his erection dwindled.

“I don’t think you did,” Eren replied.

Grisha was stunned. “Excuse me?”

You let go of Eren’s cock and tried to wipe away Zeke’s cum with the back of your hand. You only proceeded to make a bigger mess. Zeke got to his knees and licked the remnants off your face.

“Look at us,” Eren said. “Zeke’s been convinced he’s going to Hell since he was four years old.”

“That has nothing to do with me! I never once told him such a thing.”

“It was implied,” Zeke whispered.

Eren was undeterred. “Did you know he flagellates himself? Or do you just not pay attention to the blood stains on the backs of his shirts?”

“I can’t be aware of every little thing that goes on, Eren. You… You could have told me!”

“And what good would that have done? Would you’ve cleaned his wounds at two in the morning? Let him sob in bed with you until sunrise?”

Zeke’s eyes had glazed over, not a hint of light to them.

“I… I d—don’t know,” the pastor sputtered.

“Exactly,” Eren laughed. “See, I didn’t even have to think about it. And you know what’s really fucked up? I didn’t learn that from you.”

“Eren, I…”

“And it’s not like I came out of this unscathed! Why do you think I’m high all the fucking time? I can’t deal with the overwhelming guilt an—and shame for not being whatever it is you wanted me to be.”

You wanted to run out of the office and leave everything behind. The situation was too much to bear. Eren’s rage, Zeke’s dissociation, the fact the three of you were still naked.

“I’m… going to go,” Zeke said suddenly.

He stood up and breezed past his father like he wasn’t even there. You remained a distressed heap on the floor.

“Eren, I’m sorry,” Grisha whispered.

“Oh my God,” Eren laughed again. “No. No, you’re not.”

Grisha’s face fell and he turned his attention towards you. You were to bear the brunt of his discontent.

“This is your doing, isn’t it?”

“Don’t try to pin this on her. She was just a catalyst.”

Grisha shook his head, resuming his previous pathetic visage. “My son, what can I do to make this right?”

Eren held out his hand to you and helped you up. You quickly found your dress and yanked it over your head.

“Nothing. You fucked up,” he responded, getting dressed. “You might as well find some poor woman to bear you a new son. Maybe you won’t fuck him up though you never seemed like the learning type.”

Eren led you past Grisha and out of the office.

“I know this is asking a lot, but could I stay with you for a bit?” Eren asked matter-of-factly.

You tried to shake yourself from your daze. Grisha’s words still haunted you.

“My apartment’s kinda small, but sure?”

“Thank you. I’m gonna go grab some stuff and then we can head out.”

Eren left you in the foyer to grab his keys from his room. Grisha approached you, desperate to convince you to stay with him.

“My precious lamb—”

“Don’t.”

“Please, I want to explain.”

“Stop talking to her,” Eren called out, pulling on a jacket.

Grisha glared at him momentarily before sighing and walking off. You didn’t think he’d give up on you so quickly. It was strange to see him so subdued and broken. You felt a twinge of sympathy, but it was gone as fast as it came. Grisha didn’t deserve any goodwill.

“You’ll be back,” he murmured, stepping into his office and slamming the door shut.

Eren and you set off for his car and hopped inside. It was a boring sedan, an older model from the early 90s, and it reeked of marijuana. He put his keys in the ignition as a smile crossed his face.

“You alright?” You asked.

He started the car and drove away from the parsonage, a few tears fell from his eyes.

“Yeah. It… It was a long time coming, but honestly I have no idea what I’m gonna do now.”

“We carry similar burdens. We can figure it out together.”

You liked the idea of healing with Eren, growing past your oppressive Christian upbringings and seeing the world anew. He rested his hand on your thigh and looked in his rear-view mirror.

“Is that?” He said, his green eyes popping out of his head.

It was Zeke, hauling ass after the car. He was sprinting like he was competing for a spot in the Summer Olympics. His form was astounding. He always looked like an athlete.

“Oh shit,” Eren said, stifling a laugh. “Hold on.”

He pulled over and waited until Zeke tapped on the window. Eren unlocked the car and Zeke crawled into the backseat. His shirt was barely buttoned and his fly was down. His flaxen hair was more askew than usual.

“I can’t believe you were going to leave me,” he said, catching his breath.

“You wandered off! I didn’t know where you went.” Eren scrambled for the right words. “I—I would’ve called you.”

“How? I don’t have a phone and neither do you.”

“Well, you’re here with us now and that’s all that matters,” you said, trying to settle the brothers down.

It seemed to work. Zeke exhaled and rested his head on the window, gazing out into the ocean. You weren’t sure how you’d make this all work. Your apartment had a single bedroom and not much space for two grown men, but you were determined to make it work. After everything you all had been through it was crucial you remained together, at least until the wounds healed. And the stinging guilt of turning your back on Pastor Grisha and God subsided.

“This is gonna sound kinda stupid, but… I don’t know what I would have done without you guys. I felt lost for so long. Going to church and hating myself for not being the most pious person. Getting wrapped up in your father’s crap. But you, uh, you both changed that. You saved me.” You tacked on a nervous laugh. “Somehow.”

The car fell silent and you felt silly for making such a claim.

Eren broke the silence. “We saved each other.”

#zeke yeager x reader #eren yeager x reader #grisha yeager x reader #zeke jaeger x reader #eren jaeger x reader #grisha jaeger x reader #snk smut #aot smut #attack on titan smut #shingeki no kyojin smut #aot x reader #snk x reader #x reader #reader insert #.fics #.aot #.zeke #.eren #.grisha

[violentvaleska]

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑬𝒎𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒓

ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴs/ ᴀᴜ

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴇᴍᴘᴇʀᴏʀ!ʟᴇᴠɪ × ʏᴇᴀɢᴇʀ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ᴇᴍᴘᴇʀᴏʀ ʟᴇᴠɪ ɪs ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇsᴛᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴡᴀʀ ʜɪs ʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴜɴᴄʟᴇ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ, ʜᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴡʜʏ ʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇs ᴛᴏ ᴏғғᴇʀ ᴋɪɴɢ ɢʀɪsʜᴀ ᴀ ᴅᴇᴀʟ: ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʜɪs ᴏɴʟʏ ᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ, ʏᴏᴜ, ᴀs ʜɪs ᴡɪғᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴇᴍᴘʀᴇss.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: sᴍᴜᴛ, sʟɪɢʜᴛ ʙʀᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ ᴋɪɴɢ, ᴛᴏxɪᴄ, ᴏʙsᴇssɪᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴏssᴇssɪᴠᴇ ʙᴇʜᴀᴠɪᴏʀ, sᴇxɪsᴍ

ᴀ/ɴ: ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴀs ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ғᴀɴғɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜɪs...ᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅs ᴏɴ ʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴜʏs ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ;)

Emperor!Levi who actually never wanted to be the damn king of anything. Being the only heir to the throne after his late uncle passed away he had no choice but to take the rein of the war-ridden empire Paradis

Emperor!Levi who decides after a long conversation with his consultant Erwin Smith, that the war needed to end, there was no point in continuing something his megalomaniacal uncle has started. And if conflicts aren't solved with war they are being solved with women. There opinion in this doesn't matter, an arranged marriage would be a key to peace and a potential marriage.

Emperor!Levi who offered the Marleyan King Grisha Yeager a generous deal: His cousin Princess Mikasa Ackerman of Paradis and Hizuru would be married off to their second son, Prince Eren Yeager of Marley and Levi would take their daughter in return, making her Empress of Paradis. He knew they wouldn't be able to refuse the deal, considering that Grisha Yeager's second wife, Carla, was once a noblewoman of Paradis.

Emperor!Levi who secretly only offered the deal because King Grishas youngest children were in fact half Eldian.

Emperor!Levi who, when he saw you for the first time, couldn't belive his luck. You, the Princess of Marley, were in fact a true beauty. You not only looked clean but smelled like it too, like you were taking good care of yourself. It truly relived him to see that you weren't filthy like your oldest brother Zeke. He originally planned to offer Mikasa to him, but seeing how he already had a wife, Ymir, a woman with eldian heritage and slave history, he had to give her hand to the younger brother.

Emperor!Levi who thought you were rather shy and docile, but came to realize that you infact were able to keep up with his cynic personality and were well read too.

"At least our children won't be as dumb as the heir to your lands throne" He told you the night before your wedding at dinner.

"I can't argue that. Zeke is an eccentric narcissist, I'm honestly glad to have a different mother than him." You awnsered calmly, taking a sip of your wine, while glancing at your soon to be husband.

Emperor!Levi who could not longer control himself on your wedding night and broke your hymen with a harsh trust of his hips, making you yelp in a mixture of pain and pleasure, as you wiggled under his body, naked and vulnerable. Levi took his sweet time with you, making sure to impregnate you well.

Emperor!Levi who despised the idea of children, but somehow find the encouragement to fuck you every night in hopes to see your belly round with his child, his own heir, soon.

Emperor!Levi who got madly protective over you when the doctors confirmed your pregnancy to him. It went so far he didn't even want you to leave his chambers in fear something could happen to you. You felt furious, trapped and robbed of your freedom. Freedom, something your brother Eren had plenty off now that the war was over thanks to you and his wife, Mikasa.

Emperor!Levi who didn't understand why you were so upset with him, demanding of you to be grateful instead of a "nagging woman". If it wasn't for his own mother to stop her sons madness, you'd probably still be locked up in his room.

Emperor!Levi who nearly cried tears of joy when he held his newborn son in his arms for the first time, calling him Furlan after his late friend, a soldier who died a heroic death in the war. It was bitter, yet filled his cold heart with joy.

Emperor!Levi who found a new obsession in having you, his wife and empress, as an object of his desires, in every way possible. He'd make sure you won't be able to go back to that filth of a kingdom you have been born in. You were his wife now, his very own key to his heart...

#oneshot #levi x reader #shingeki no kyojin #levi ackerman x reader #levi #aot #captain levi #levi ackerman #attack on titan #levi smut #protective levi ackerman #possesive love #eren x mikasa #eren yeager #mikasa ackerman #zeke jaeger #grisha yeager #carla yeager #ymir fritz #furlan church #dad levi #potential fanfic

[seeingivy]

meeting the parents 

roommate eren x f!reader 

you swear you know the family sitting next to you at eren’s soccer game, you’re just not sure from where

**find mini-series masterlist here

an: ty for all the love on roommate eren!!!! this part was super super rushed and not AS proofread lol but I just wanted to put the idea out there to set it up for some other stuff :DDDD 

previous part linked here

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“Is there something I’m supposed to wear to your soccer game? I’ve never been to one before.” 

You feel Eren get up from his bed, which you were currently sprawled on. You’d spent more time in his room as of late, his bed being more comfortable to watch movies on than the couch. The night you had slept in his bed felt like it breached any sense of normal boundaries between the two of you, this was the new normal. I guess touching each others scars can do that to someone. 

In the middle of the movie he had picked out for today, which was a stupid nature documentary that was putting you to sleep, he had invited you to come to his first home game, which was on Friday. 

He was trying to convince you - telling you Annie would be there, that there are snacks, and Jean and Armin will be too since they were part of the game. You’re positive he doesn’t understand the pull he has on you, because you’d agree to anything the second he asked. 

After you agree, you can’t help but feel your heart twinge at the smile spreading across your face and you fight the urge to poke his dimples. You love his dimples. His smile lines. The softness near his eyes. You shake your head, directing your gaze back to the forest on the screen as you avoid the fluttering in your chest. 

After your question about the clothes, he nearly jumped up, rummaging through his closet to find something for you to wear. After a few minutes, he throws the shirt at you, which lands square in your face, knocking you over. You pull the shirt off your face, sticking your tongue out at him as he joins you back on the bed. 

You keep a respectable distance when you sit together on his bed, obviously. You can’t even look at him without exploding. And whenever he touches you, all you can think about is his soft, nimble fingers running across your skin in the night, touching all the parts of you that were hurt. 

But every once in a while, Eren will brush his hand against yours while reaching for his phone, fix your hair behind your ears because you ‘look like a garden troll’, and claim you have a stray eyelash on your face just to press his fingers against your cheek. 

You think it’s an excuse to touch you, that it can’t all be a mistake, but you’re also well aware that Eren can make you a little delusional. You ignore the validity of the situation all together. The less you think about his fingers on your skin, the better. 

You hold the shirt up, inspecting it. Your throat drying when you realize what it is. His jersey. 

“Eren. I can’t wear this.” 

“Why not?” 

“I don’t know. Aren’t you supposed to wear it while you’re playing?” 

“I have another one. Plus, all the girls wear jerseys to the games. Annie’s wearing Armin’s honorary jersey.” 

Annie’s not a normal girl, she’s Armin’s girlfriend. All the girlfriends wear jerseys to the game. You turn to face him, an uneasy expression pressed on your face. He rolls his eyes, his hand making its way to the top of your head. He sticks his fingers into your scalp, applying soft pressure. 

“Why are you thinking so hard? It’s just a shirt. I can find you another one if it bothers you that much.” 

He’s right. It’s just a shirt. To him anyways. It might mean something else for Annie and Armin and every other girl but for you guys, it’s just a shirt. 

You shake your head, agreeing to wear it to the game on Friday. 

 - 

The game rolls around and you’re currently seated in the stands alone. You have superstitions to thank for that. 

Armin doesn’t play in the game, but helps the coaching team strategize where to put the best players. Hence, the honorary jersey Eren mentioned earlier. Armin’s been around the sport since he was a kid and knows all the players' strengths well enough to help assist in making plays. It makes a lot of sense when you think about it - Armin’s never the one at the center of the play, but definitely the mastermind behind it. 

However, Armin claims that they can’t win unless he’s wearing a very specific pair of blue shoe laces. Eren explained that superstitions mean everything to the team, even to him. Apparently, he refuses to play if he isn’t wearing his key necklace. Because, he’ll lose without it. Armin’s the same with the shoelaces. 

Annie was currently tearing apart Armin’s apartment, trying to find the shoelaces before they could start the game in a few minutes. Which left you alone in the stands reading the book you brought to kill the time. You’re not much of a soccer or sports fan - so you had contingency plans in place. You’re just here to support your friends and because Eren asked you to come. 

You feel a hand on your shoulder, pulling out your earphones to acknowledge the nudging. You find a tall, blonde man standing over you, gesturing if he could sit next to you. He has two other people with him, a man and a woman with dark black hair, who have to be one of the player's parents. You give them a smile, nodding your head that they could take the seats next to you. 

“A Midsummer Night’s Dream?” 

“Yeah, I have to read it for an assignment.” 

At the sound of his voice, you take a moment to really seep into the man’s features. He’s got blonde hair, thin circular framed glasses, and a full sported beard. If you had to guess, you would say he’s somewhere in his late twenties, just based on his looks and demeanor. You have a feeling you’ve seen him somewhere before, but you can’t really pinpoint where from.

“This is an interesting place to complete an assignment. What brings you here?” 

You shut the book closed, squinting your eyes around on the field till you find Eren running up and down the track. The game starts in a few minutes and he’s warming up before he takes his spot at the goalie stand. 

“That guy. He’s my roommate. I came to see him play.” 

The man nods, craning his neck to find who it was you were pointing at. You sit in silence, not interacting with the man or the other two people till the middle of the game. Annie still hadn’t returned, but they were surprisingly winning the game. It was neck to neck the entire time, Eren’s team barely scoring over them each time the whistle went off. 

You feel the fingers tap into your shoulder again, the blonde man staring at you. 

“I’m going to go get water from my stands for my parents. Did you want anything?” 

You can’t ignore the growling in your stomach and the dryness in your throat - you had been screaming for a better half of the last hour. You never knew sports could make you so passionate. You dig for your wallet in your pocket, pulling out way too much cash for a simple bottle of water. You reach for his hand, squeezing it twice before speaking. 

“Thank you so much, really. It’s very kind of you to ask me. If you could get me a snack, that would be great. Here’s the money for it, you can use it for your parents' water bottles too.” 

You place the bills in his hands, turning your neck back to find Eren running on the field. You feel bad, but the only thing you can focus on is him. He’s so coordinated, like a figure skater on the field. Watching him lace the ball through his feet to avoid other players taking it from him felt somewhat hypnotic - but you think that’s more about how Eren looks and is, rather than how he’s playing. 

As the blonde man turns to leave, the woman slides into his seat, leaning over to talk to you. She has golden brown eyes, which are warmly peering into yours. 

“You’re really into the game. You’ve been following it really closely.” 

“I never thought I’d enjoy it so much. This is actually my first time coming to a game.” 

“What made you decide to come today?” 

“Eren Yeager. He’s number eleven, running on the right side of the field. He’s a really good friend of mine and he asked me to come. He cares a lot about the game and I care a lot about him, so I just had to come when he asked me.” 

She presses her hand over yours, squeezing tight. You can see her eyes glimmering at your words, though you’re not entirely sure why. You can’t place it but she seems familiar too. You’re having a weird sense of deja vu from the game all together. 

“You’re a sweet girl, really.” 

You smile back, your heart tingling at her words. You’re distracted by everyone cheering at the field, craning your neck back to find Eren. You watch him sink the ball into the net, jumping to your feet at the sight of him stopping, a smile shining on his face as he watches the scoreboard turn in his favor. 

You swear you imagine the next part, but the looks everyone around you give you tells you it was real. He turns to the field, squinting till he finds you settled in the bleachers. He points to the net, signaling at the score he just made, and then points at you, a smile pressed against his face. You’re not sure what it means entirely, but what you are sure of is that his stupid smile was going to make your heart explode one day. 

 - 

Eren wins the game. Obviously. You watch his teammates lift him into the air, shuffling him to the end of the bleachers. You run down the steps, your cheeks sore from smiling so hard. You watch the players let him go and he meets your eyes, slowly walking over to meet you. 

You basically run at him, tangling your arms around his neck. He lifts you up, spinning you around for a few seconds before setting you down. You can feel his arms shaking, which you’re sure is the adrenaline from the rush of the game. 

“Ren. That was so fucking cool. You’re so cool.” 

“Yeah?” 

You can see the corners of his lips quirking up at his words, a warm look in his green eyes. 

“You’re amazing. You move so fast, I could barely keep my eyes off of you.” 

“You can’t do that anyways.” 

You smack his shoulder with the side of your arm, rolling your eyes at him. He’s not wrong. 

Before you can bite back, he looks past your shoulder, waving at someone behind you. You turn your neck to find the three people you were sitting with from before walking up, swinging their arms around Eren. 

You watch the man with blonde hair put his hand in Eren’s hair and affectionately shake his entire head, while the man and the woman envelop him in a hug. You’re thoroughly confused. 

“You know them?” 

“Do you know them, peaches?” 

“Peaches?” you hear the black haired man say, turning his eyes towards his wife and son. 

“Yeah, we were sitting together during the game.” 

He turns his neck, narrowing his eyes at the three of them.

“How did you guys know it was her?” 

“She has Yeager printed on the back of her shirt in huge letters. It wasn’t that hard to figure out she was the girl we were looking for.” 

The three of them turn to you, all of them smiling brightly. Eren pulls you closer, swinging his arm around your shoulder as he turns to face you. 

“Y/N. These are my parents, Grisha and Carla, and my brother Zeke. They really wanted to meet you and I was going to introduce you to them after the game but they had other plans.” 

You can feel the gears settling into place in your head, the deja vu feeling making sense. The picture Eren showed you when you were sick, when you became friends - it was of them. His family. You just didn’t recognize them right away because they were way younger than they are now. 

You press your hands to all of theirs, the dread filling your chest. They knew it was you the entire time and you had no idea. Is that rude? Are they going to tell Eren you said that you cared about him?

“I’m really sorry I didn’t recognize you. Eren showed me a picture and I thought I knew you guys from somewhere, but the picture he had shown you was so old.” 

“He showed you a picture of us? He basically refused to show us any of you, he’s so secretive.” Carla responds, the shock pressed on her face.

“Just threaten him. He’ll give in eventually.” 

The three of them laugh, your heart tingling at the sight of their laughter and smiles. Okay, okay. Not too bad. They don’t hate you, that’s for sure. 

“I have a feeling he only does that for you.” 

You quirk your eyes at his dad, Grisha he said, and shake your head, dismissing the comment. He’d do it for anyone. You just know how to do it. You hear Annie and Armin calling you from the other side of the field, something about taking a picture of them. 

You shake all of their hands another time, giving them your brightest smile before letting your legs drag you to where Annie and Armin were standing. 

 - 

“No grandchildren till after graduation.” 

“Mom.” 

“I get it. She’s really cute, she’s sweet, it’s probably easy when you sleep in a bed together every night. But no grandchildren.” 

“She’s not my girlfriend. And she doesn’t sleep in my bed.” 

Eren feels Zeke smack the back of his head, turning back to glare at him.

“You get stupider as time goes on. That poor girl likes you so much.” 

Eren shakes his head, looking over at you from across the field. You’re crouched on the ground, taking a picture of Annie and Armin who have their arms tangled around each other. Of course, you’re crouching on the ground to get the best angle. 

Annie’s pressing a kiss to his cheek and he ignores the fact that all he can think about is you doing that to him. 

“No, she doesn’t.” 

“She told us she cared about you. A lot. And mind you, she thought we were strangers. She wasn’t trying to impress us as your family or your loved ones, she literally was just telling us, like she’d tell any other stranger who talked to her. She likes you.” 

Eren feels his dad come behind him, pressing dollar bills into his open palm. 

“It’s her money. Make sure you return it.” 

“She offered to pay, didn’t she?” 

They all nod, confirming his suspicions as he glances back over to you. Kindness was like breathing to you and he envied, admired, and loved it about you all at once. You were so...you sometimes, it hurt him. 

Eren gives Zeke one more shove for good measure, before stalking over to the field where you’re standing. He reaches over, pressing his fingers into the side of your shoulder. You turn over, your stupid doe eyes staring into his again. 

“Need something, Ren?” 

“I want a picture with you. Ask Annie and Armin to take it.” 

He doesn’t miss how your face lights up at the request and he curses your sweet little heart for making him like you more. 

Sometimes he feels like he can’t help it, like you could breathe and he’d love you for it. The way your nose crinkles, your chest rising and falling as it fills with air, he could love anything, even a stupid physiological act, if it was you. 

You hand Annie the camera, reaching over to press yourself against him. He reaches forward, squishing your face in his hand as Annie takes the picture. You run over, snatching the phone from Annie’s hand to swipe through the pictures. You accidentally land on the picture of Annie and Armin first, Annie pressing a kiss to his cheek. 

“Oh my god, I thought that was us for a second Ren. Imagine.” 

But he doesn’t have to. There’s already a picture of you two like that - you pressing a kiss to his cheek - from a while back. You just don’t remember it. 

- 

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[mikaswannabe]

CARLA JAEGER IN TATTOOARTIST!EREN AU.

i imagine that miss mama carla was a firehouse baby. for the first 3 years of her life she grew up w two chaotic + unstable parents that just left her at a fire station one day.

then she grew up in foster care and from 13-18 she stayed in a group home with other girls of all different backgrounds, and they felt like family even if it was chaotic.

something that she took up during her childhood was sewing. like this bitch can make anything if she got a lil fabric. and she knows how to throw deown.

she has italian lineage with a thick jersey / new york accent in my head. curves like a disney mom.

after high school she went to a community college and also took classes at a fashion school. for money, she was the most one of the most charismatic bartenders & bottle girls you could ever meet, coming home with her pockets full of tips with the help of her pretty ass face.

everybody loves carla! if you don’t, you did something wrong. she has connections to so many helpful people because everyone just knows she’s that bitch.

and where do you think eren gets his firecracker ways from? she loves a good time, having all eyes on her at clubs, but if any jerk got out of line her mouth would run off the chaiinnn, and don’t make her have to slap the piss out of somebody, because she will.

at around 21, she met grisha, who was 26 and in med school. how did she meet him? partied too hard and wound up being treated by him.

“you don’t know what you’re doing, you’re just a student. get me an actual doctor.”

“or, you could go home. deal with the massive knot on your head and possible concussion by yourself.”

fuck, she loved his accent.

“at least i won’t have to see you again.”

“likewise.”

yeah, they hooked up that night. knot on forehead and all.

she didn’t think she was gonna fall for the man, especially since he already had a kid, but then a messy 3 years of falling in love later she was pushing eren’s big head out and marrying this german man.

she worked a desk job while eren was young, but after grisha got on top of his medical school fees and started getting that neurosurgeon money, she was in her stay at home mom bag.

eren was such an troublesome bby to deal with. he would always be running around and making him sit still was a challenge. one of the only times he would shut up without even having to be told anything would be when he spotted his mom drawing sketches of her dress designs, crawling up on her lap and watching everything she did.

and something that always infatuated him was her few tattoos that he would see every now and again. like the dragon on her shoulder that had beautiful lilies drawn around it, or the butterflies on her left foot. when he got into his tattoo art talent, grisha was against it but carla embraced it, allowing him to refresh her old tats and them getting matching ones of each other’s names, his on the back of his shoulder while hers is on her arm.

as eren got older his favorite parent was evident. he loves his mom but he LOVES annoying her even more. just goes in her room and lays on her bed like “what we watching?” the amount of times she’s popped his hand for reaching into her food.

she loves her son, but she gets to that “get the fuck away from me, eren. my head’s throbbing like a fuckin’ drum with you around, god.” he know’s he succeeded when she has to physically push him out of the room.

when they’re at home it’s either, “sweetie, have you eaten?” or “get out this kitchen, you moose! i’ll throw this fryin’ pan at your skull, move!”

when ppl be like, “eren, your mom’s so nice.” he agrees, but not forgetting to say “to you guys.”

but seriously, when it came to being a community mom in eren’s grade school days, carla was it! always packing foods and drinks for kids at the games, taking them out to eat afterwards, and clearing hoes at pto meetings. that mama drama is no joke.

now that e’s in college, when other mom’s complain that they miss their baby so much, she just nods. she was glad eren got his ass out by 18. she loves her baby, but handful isn’t even enough to describe him.

she’s able to claim time for herself again, and then, she knows her son, and even with all the problems he can bring onto himself, she knows he’ll be fine.

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[underthetree845]

How to Say "I love you"

Chapter Seven: Even With The Best of Intentions

Chapter Index 

Armin/Reader 

Cws: AFAB reader, Reader is Eren’s twin sister, high school au, slight misunderstanding of each other’s emotions, continued tension, advice-giving, Mikasa and Y/n being best friends

About 5.3k words 

Summary: The direct conflict comes to a close, but not every crease has been ironed out. 

Jean’s body stiffened. 

Your eyes shone with nothing but a plea as they stared at his from between the cracks of the bleachers. 

“Well? What is it?” Emil demanded, his footsteps fast-approaching. “I swear to god if you don’t-” 

“Nothing! It’s nothing,” Jean spun around, blocking the older boy’s line of sight. “I just… uh, thought I saw a wasp,” Jean chuckled. 

Emil raised an eyebrow. 

“I thought you wanted to find them too, so why aren’t you helping?” he questioned. 

“Hey, here’s an idea- maybe they were waiting by the door when we burst in, and managed to slip out while we were distracted with the storage closet,” Jean suggested with a nervous smile. 

Emil paused for a moment before sighing. 

“Has to be,” he crossed his arms, “They’re definitely not in the storage closet and I checked the back door- it’s locked. They’re definitely not here, and there’s nowhere else they could hide.” 

Armin let out a breath of relief, but his muscles remained tense as he crouched above you. There was more than one reason he didn’t want to be trapped like that for much longer. 

“The next closest classroom is the science lab,” Jean raised his voice so you and Armin could hear, “maybe we should look there?” 

“...Fine, let’s go,” Emil agreed, nodding. 

Jean shot the two of you one last glance before he and Emil exited the gym through the same door they had come in. How you managed to get yourselves into and escape from that web within an hour still baffled you. 

Armin pushed to stand himself up and nearly burst out from under the bleachers, taking deep breaths and placing a hand over his chest in an effort to calm his heart. 

You soon followed, shimmying out of the cramped space past the carts of folding chairs to give your arms and back a quick stretch. 

Armin wasn’t quite sure what to say. Thank you? Sorry for dragging you into this? That was close? 

What should the two of you do with the letter now? 

Oh right, he realized, I never explained the situation to her. 

“You know I was half worried you would start laughing and give us away,” you chuckled, the corners of your lips quirking up into a smile. 

“…What?” Armin looked at you and you couldn’t help but giggle. 

“Remember when we were kids and we played hide and seek, and you were always the first one found because you couldn’t keep yourself from laughing?” you reminded him with an amused grin and watched his eyes light up. 

“Ohh, I do remember that!” he laughed softly, his cheeks flushing slightly in embarrassment. 

“Well, you’ve certainly improved over the years, Armin,” you grin, placing a hand on your hip. 

“Thank you, Y/n,” his expression curved into a smile, and soon you were both giggling stupidly alone together in the gym. 

The two of you decided to wait there for another ten minutes to ensure that you wouldn’t run into Jean and Emil again. Your friend definitely deserved some gesture of gratitude for leading the bully away, who knows what would have happened without him? 

In the end, he knew what the right thing was, Armin thought with a smile of relief, making a mental note to thank Jean later.  

-

You and Armin continued on your initial path to the shoe lockers, peeking around corners before turning them and looking back every so often just to be safe. The walk back was relatively silent, both of you too exhausted and busy processing what just happened to hold a leisurely conversation. 

“By the way, what was the whole paper thing about anyway?” you asked as Armin tightened the laces on his sneakers. He looked up at you as he sat on the wooden bench before pulling the slip of paper out of his pocket and handing it to you. 

“Mikasa dropped it before she left,” he explained, “I haven’t read it, but Jean claims that it’s… a love letter.” 

Your stomach dropped. 

“You know how Jean is about Mikasa. He couldn’t stand finding the letter she wrote to Eren, so he was planning to take it home and devise a plan of some sort based on it to win Mikasa’s affection,” Armin sighed, standing up and slinging his backpack over his shoulder, “or at least that’s my best guess.”

Your hands fumbled to unfold the paper. Love letter? From Mikasa’s bag? Jean read it? Please please please, no, your mind raced.

“Obviously, I couldn’t let that happen,” the boy continued, “I found out because he asked me to discreetly return it to Mikasa, which was suspicious enough on its own. Even if I hadn’t known about his feelings previously- ... um, Y/n? Are you listening?” He waved his hand in front of your face and it took you a few moments to snap back into reality. 

Sure enough, what you saw confirmed your fears. It was unmistakably your handwriting, your words, the paper you had poured your heart out onto not even twenty four hours ago. 

It was a miracle you didn’t faint right then and there. 

“Y/n? Are you okay? Do you know something about the letter?” Armin’s voice was gentle, he reached his hand towards the paper tentatively. 

“You’re sure you didn’t read any of it? Not even a little?” you asked suddenly, grabbing onto his shoulders and making his feet stumble backwards. 

“W-wha- I- yes, I’m sure! You don’t have anything to worry about,” he told you with wide eyes, “The letter is obviously personal to Mikasa, I didn’t want to invade her privacy.” 

You let out a breath and relaxed your grip. Armin’s hands came up to rest lightly on your shoulders. 

“Y/n what’s going on? Is there something wrong? You know you can tell me anything,” his blue eyes bore into yours. 

You weren’t sure whether you wanted to laugh or cry at the irony of his words. 

“Yeah, it’s fine, I’m…” you retracted, bringing your arms down and shrugging Armin’s off of you. “It’s fine! Yes, I knew about the letter previously,” you placed a smile on your lips, “I was actually there when Mikasa wrote it. This isn’t the first one she’s written, she didn’t have any intention of sending it. She likes to write them sometimes- just to express how she feels. You understand how expressing her emotions with words has always been hard for her.” 

I’m sorry, Mikasa, you mentally sighed. You’d have to explain what happened to her later. 

-

“There they are!” your brother piped up as you and Armin came through the front door, “Could the two of you be any later? What the hell happened?” “Language, young man,” your mother scolded. Eren rolled his eyes when she turned away. 

“Sorry guys,” Armin said with an apologetic smile as the two of you made your way into the living room, “When we got to my house we realized that we didn’t have a secure way of transporting Apollo, so we had to get creative.” 

You excused yourself upstairs for a moment to put your backpack in your room.  

Armin set the cardboard box down on the table carefully. “I’m sorry again about bringing him here, Mrs. Jaeger,” Armin said, turning his head as your mother returned from the kitchen with a tray of brownies. “Don’t be Armin,” your mother smiled warmly, “it’s always a pleasure.” 

“Oooh brownies! Thank you mom!” you descended from the stairs a moment later and clapped happily, taking a warm square from the tray and popping it into your mouth. The treat melted on your tongue; your mother truly had a recipe like no other. 

Mikasa leaned down to peer through one of the holes that had been cut so the little cat could breathe. She was met with a pair of bright blue eyes staring back at her for a moment before you opened the lid of the box and scooped Apollo into your arms. 

“Why couldn’t you just take a picture at your house and leave the cat there again?” your brother asked with a tilt of his head. 

“My grandfather has a doctor’s appointment,” Armin explained as he took off his backpack and brought his laptop out, “We didn’t want to leave Apollo at the house alone for too long, and Y/n and I kind of thought it would be fun to design the posters and think of ideas together.” 

Eren’s eyebrows shot up. “Doctor’s appointment?” he leaned forward, “Is your grandfather okay?” 

“Yes, he’s fine. Nothing out of the ordinary, he just has to go regularly because of his age,” Armin smiled with reassurance. 

Your thumb continuously brushed over Apollo’s fluffy head. It was almost therapeutic, holding him always seemed to cause a wave of calm to wash over your body. 

Your eyes shifted to the people around you and landed on Mikasa; her eyes locked intently on the small gray kitten in your arms. You’d only ever seen her focus that hard on Eren… and on the janitor at your school that one time he kicked Eren when he forgot to change into his school shoes and got the floor dirty. Her death glare sent shivers down your spine even when it wasn’t directed at you. 

“Mikasa?” an amused smile tugged at your lips, “Do you want to hold him?” 

She paused, looking up at you for a moment. 

“May I?” she finally said, her dark eyes shining with anticipation. 

“Yeah,” you smiled, “why don’t we move to the floor?” 

Armin and Eren followed, and soon the entire operation shifted to the wooden coffee table in your living room that was carved by your grandfather when your parents moved in together so many years ago. It sat comfortably atop a red and yellow rug, the one that was forbidden to spill anything on; it had always been your mother’s favorite. 

Apollo had shifted into Mikasa’s lap, sleeping comfortably as she delicately stroked his gray fur. 

Armin squinted at his laptop screen as it sat on his lap, tweaking and re-editing the adoption and missing poster designs for Apollo. Per your suggestion, the posters didn’t just promote adoption of the kitten; they asked whether anyone had lost or was looking for Apollo under his picture. Although Armin had found him, there was always the possibility that the little cat had run away from home or something like that. 

You and your brother sat hunched over a notebook, each a pencil in hand, together brainstorming ideas on other ways to get Apollo adopted, how you could get vet appointments for him, what you would do with the kitten if Armin’s grandfather needed to be out while you were all at school, things like that. 

“Okay, all I need now is a good picture of him,” Armin chimed, looking up from his laptop screen to be met with silence. 

“...Do we have something solid-colored that would make a good backdrop?” you asked, everyone began to look around the room. 

“Oh! Y/n, I have your uniform jacket that you left at my house the other day in my bag,” Armin realized, “do you think that would work?” 

“Yeah I think so!” you replied and Armin didn’t waste another moment before moving to unzip his backpack and pull the garment out. 

He draped it over the back of the couch with enough room on the bottom for Apollo to sit like they do in all those professional puppy photoshoots. You got your camera ready, Mikasa brought the small kitten forward. 

The people at school who always referred to Mikasa as “stoic, sharp-eyed, and dangerous” weren’t exactly wrong, but it would be in poor taste to define her so flatly and leave it at that. 

Yes, she’s stoic, but stoic doesn’t mean devoid of emotion; it means being able to experience emotion and hide it well. Mikasa was still by far one of the most stoic people you’d ever known, second to only maybe Mr. Ackerman, but by no means was she completely apathetic. 

Her fury was silent, boiling black and piercing through her gaze. Her pain swam in her stomach, causing her to push it further and further down, as far as it would go as to not allow it to bubble up. Her sorrow was like thunder with no rain, hidden behind clouds, muffled. Her joy was an ember, flickering in her chest and floating around until it reached her eyes. 

Maybe growing up in the same house as her had gotten you more accustomed to perceiving and reading her emotions, the smiles and tears she hid behind her scarf. 

“He won’t sit still…” Mikasa said quietly, you all sat around her as she tried to get Apollo to sit up nicely on your blazer. 

“Maybe we could hold a treat above the camera or something?” you suggested. 

“Oh for christ's sake, you just have to be firmer with the thing if you want it to listen to you,” Eren sighed, shouldering Mikasas to the side and placing his hands on either side of the kitten. He didn’t even wait a moment before scooping it up and sitting it down in front of the camera, turning its head to look into the lens. Apollo attempted to walk away again, but unlike Mikasa, your brother caught him by his paw and pulled him back to the correct position again. The process repeated a few more times before Apollo finally seemed to get the message, and Eren was able to remove his hands from the frame long enough for you to take a picture. 

“Wow, the picture came out great!” you smiled in satisfaction before sending it to the class group chat. 

Historia was the first to reply with an exclamation of hearts, Ymir calling her childish, then Annie, then Connie, then Jean… 

Maybe I’ll just read the messages later, you thought with a swallow, putting your phone down on the carpet again. 

“It wasn’t that difficult,” Eren replied, “you just need to know how to not give in to a kitten being… cute.” 

“So you do think Apollo’s cute,” Armin said as a grin spread across his face. He clicked open the email you’d sent him with the picture. 

“I’m not completely heartless,” Eren looked over at his best friend sarcastically, “Yes, I think kittens are cute, but that doesn’t mean I don’t think it was kind of crazy to just bring one off the street into your house out of nowhere. I mean plenty of cats survive on the street their whole lives, he was probably doing fine up until you found him, and- hey… what’s he doing?” 

Your brother retracted his leg but Apollo only followed, continuing to nuzzle the top of his head on Eren’s pant leg. 

“He probably respects you now,” Armin said as a smile grew on his lips, observing the little kitten as it began to prod at Eren’s hand. 

“Why don’t you just pet him?” you suggested, amusement threading your tone. 

“Why should I?” Eren retorted, pulling his hand back only for Apollo to crawl on his lap and paw at his shirt. 

Your brother stared down at the kitten. I mean it does look kind of soft, but I don’t care. Apollo sat down comfortably on Eren’s lap and looked up at him. He doesn’t seem like a mean cat, and his eyes are a nice color. A lot of people would probably want to adopt him. 

Tentatively, he reached his hand towards the kitten, who immediately acknowledged his action by rubbing its face on the boy’s palm. 

Eren felt a strange warmth wash over him, and couldn’t help the fond smile that creeped into his expression as he cradled the kitten in his lap, continuing to run his hand over its fur. Your brother had never considered himself to be much of an animal person, but this he could see himself getting used to. 

“So Eren, are you happy we didn’t leave him on the street?” you asked, crossing your arms and leaning forward. 

“Shut up,” he retorted and you let a gentle chuckle slip past your lips. 

The scene warmed your heart, truly. Usually your brother would be too focused on his drive of discovering what freedom meant or not letting anyone control him, especially a small kitten. He despised being seen as soft, but you’d known your brother for long enough (quite literally your entire life) to be able to tell when he was really letting his emotions get the better of him or just being stubborn. 

“Hm, now it has cat fur all over it, and after I washed it too…” Armin mumbled, taking your blazer in his hands and running his fingers over the fabric. 

“Don’t worry about it, Armin,” you reassured him, “I can just brush it off, Apollo wasn’t on it for very long. I appreciate you washing it!” 

Armin smiled warmly. 

“I can take it up to your room if you want,” he suggested, standing up and brushing the fabric off before folding it neatly. 

“Thank you! You can just set it on my desk,” you replied, Armin nodded as he went to walk up the stairs. 

A soft sigh escaped his lips, he delicately ran his hand over the wooden railing as he ascended to the second story. 

Armin had always loved how everything in your house seemed to have a story behind it. That ornate clock hung up in the hallway? It had been given to your father by one of his friends overseas as a parting gift. The quilts your mother keeps in the closet for when the power goes out? Made from the fabric of the curtains of the bakery her parents used to own. The sewing supplies and drawer full of embroidery in Mikasa’s nightstand? It all belonged to her mother, they used to use it together. All of yours and Eren’s childhood storybooks had been passed down in your family for at least a few generations. The scissors your mother used to cut your hair used to belong to her uncle- who was a barber back in the day. 

It made Armin’s heart race when he thought about how anyone could see how he’d slowly engrained himself into your life too, as visible in the place you called home. Most of the books on your desk were either recommended by him or bought from the bookstore he’d taken you to. He was in more than several of the pictures on your tackboard. There was a blue mug in your kitchen cabinet reserved for him when he came over to spend the night. 

Of course, the opposite was true as well. The star maps he had hung up on his wall were all because of the interest you’d taken in astronomy last year. He made an effort to pack foods for lunch he knew you liked so he could share. The sweatpants and t-shirt you’d borrowed just last weekend were now treated with much more care. 

You had truly become a part of him, he could only hope you felt the same way. 

He turned the doorknob to yours and Mikasa’s room, the one from the set your mother had practically fought for at the flea market a few years ago. 

Your room was quiet, evening sunlight shone through the window on the far end of the room. In front of the window was a short dresser with books stacked on top, and on either side, a bed. Mikasa’s bed was the one on the right while yours was the one on the left, a rug was laid out in the middle of a room. There was a desk along the left wall pressed against the foot of your bed, Mikasa’s was on the wall across from her bed on the other side of the door. There was a nightstand and a small trash can by the foot of Mikasa’s bed, decorative paintings and posters of musical artists hung on your respective walls. The closet was on the far right wall, each of you got one half. Fairy lights were strung over the window, they provided a warm glow just bright enough for the both of you to read when all the lights were off. 

Armin smiled as he leaned over to look at the tackboard you had on the wall in front of your desk. There were mostly pictures, but a few drawings and old tickets hung here and there. It was like a montage of your life, the people you’d known, everything he loved about you. 

He sighed, looking down at your jacket before placing it on your desk. 

A sheet of unfolded notebook paper on your desk caught his eye. Armin looked away, brow furrowing, wondering if he’d seen correctly. 

That is the letter, right? He thought, drumming his fingers on the back of your chair, …so why is it in Y/n’s handwriting? 

His blue eyes shifted hesitantly from your carpet to the paper. 

That can’t be right. I’ll just take one more look to make sure. 

Armin’s breath caught in his throat. 

W-what? But I thought Mikasa wrote this… 

His eyes shifted around the text, and he was able to confirm that it was indeed a love letter, but strangely enough, there was no name to show who it was for, and you hadn’t signed your name on the bottom either. 

There’s no doubt in my mind that Y/n wrote this… but then why would Mikasa have it in her… oh. Then Jean, oh. That’s why she freaked out when I told her- OH. 

Armin covered his mouth with his hand and took a step back in the direction of the door. 

I am a terrible person… I told Y/n that I respected the privacy of others so I wouldn’t read the letter. What'll she do if she finds out what I just did? 

-

“Armin, hey!” you ran up to the quad of desks. He only looked up at you for a moment before focusing back on his food. “Professor Hange says they’ll give us special permission to print some of the fliers with the school printer, isn’t that great?” 

“Oh, totally!” Armin replied, plastering a smile on his face. His gaze drifted back to you briefly when you sat down on his left. He was on your right, Eren was across from you, and Mikasa was at your brother's side, the way it had always been. 

“By the way Armin, not that you have to, but is there a reason you didn’t wait for us like you usually do?” you asked, looking over at him, “I was calling your name as you left the lunch line but it was like you couldn’t hear me or something.” 

“Oh, sorry. I guess I was just kind of distracted,” he apologized with a light smile, but there was an underlying tone of somber in his voice. “Really? About what? Is something worrying you?” you ask, furrowing your eyebrows in sympathy. 

“Just… exams. Summer break is soon, there’s a lot of stress before the exams… you know,” he replied. “Oh… okay.” 

That was terrible, Armin internally grimaced. 

How should he even be feeling? His brain simply refused to stop since he skimmed the letter, since he found out you liked someone. You didn’t just like them, you were planning to confess until he and Jean got in the way. 

Avoiding you would feel wrong, but trying to seem normal around you felt even worse; although he really wasn’t sure if how he was currently acting could classify as normal. 

He didn’t want you to worry or wonder about his behavior, and he especially didn’t want you to start questioning why. It would probably be best if he sorted out his feelings first before he tried to put things back to normal. 

What had normal even become for the two of you anyway? What would he do if you started dating someone else- if he wasn’t allowed to like you anymore? What if he got in the way? 

God, I’m so selfish.  

Armin would be willing to do just about anything that ensured your safety and happiness, and wanted to support you in every aspect of your life, no matter how difficult it would be for him. 

To be honest, he wasn’t sure how to feel upon discovering that you’d kept such a big secret from him. Wouldn’t he have found out soon anyway if you and the person you liked started dating, or were you planning to hide that from him too? Armin understood why you might feel more comfortable telling Mikasa, and that you didn’t have to share things like that with him if you didn’t want to. 

But… he hadn’t noticed you taking an interest in anyone your whole life… surely you hadn’t gone your entire life without even one crush. Had you purposefully hidden all of those from him too? What if you knew finding out would make him uncomfortable? Does that mean you know about his feelings and choose to not mention them out of fear of hurting him? Hah… I’m such a hypocrite. I haven’t told her about my romantic interests either. Armin refused to allow himself to fall into that kind of thought process, he would value your friendship and companionship, they were gifts enough on their own. He loved you, not just the idea of being in a relationship with you. 

It would be the weekend tomorrow, if he avoided seeing you and got to soak in his thoughts for a few hours he’d probably feel better by Monday. Probably. 

“Hey, speaking of exams, I need some help studying,” Eren piped up, “Do you think you could come over to my place tomorrow around lunchtime, Armin?” 

“Y-your place?” Armin replied, looking at his best friend from across the table. He tried to hide the dread on his face. 

“That’s what I said,” your brother nodded, “So how about it? It won’t take long, I mostly need help with science, and my mom is making beef rolls. She came back with the ingredients last time she went shopping, I’m sure of it.” 

If there is a god out there, surely they’re doing this to spite me. 

“I’ll help you, beef rolls or not,” Armin sighed, a light grin playing on his lips, apprehension churning in his stomach. 

“Wish Mikasa and I could be there, but we promised to help Sasha watch her younger siblings for most of the day,” you said dejectedly, poking at your food. Why did Eren have to pick tomorrow to invite Armin over? I want to study with him too… 

“We should be back close to four,” Mikasa added, taking a bite of her food. 

For the first time, relief washed over Armin’s chest when he heard you would be somewhere else. 

“Oh man, that means you won’t get any beef rolls,” Eren spoke teasingly, you almost reached over your desks to jab him in the side. “Come on! There’s going to be some left over, I’m sure mom will save us some,” you retorted, pouting at the idea of missing out on the food. “Don’t worry, Y/n, I’ll make sure we set some aside,” Armin reassured you softly. You turned to him, your mouth agape, soon forming a grin. 

“Oh would you? Thank you so much, that’d be wonderful!” you smiled brightly, leaning over and bumping his arm with your own the way you always did. It never failed to make his heart jump. You turned back to your meal, Armin internally wanted to kick himself. Why did he start thinking so terribly all of the sudden? 

Would you smile like that for the person you liked? Would you forget about him if they accepted your confession? Did he have any right to even voice these thoughts to you? 

Had he always been this possessive? The feeling was eating him alive. 

-

Armin didn’t update you on any of the books he was reading. 

He barely looked at you when he passed a worksheet to you in class. He smiled awkwardly when you, Eren, and Mikasa beckoned him from his seat to go to the shoe lockers. 

Armin didn’t walk next to you on the way home. It was subtle, and you probably wouldn’t have noticed the effort he made to put Mikasa between the two of you had it not become so routine to walk otherwise. 

He gave a half-hearted wave and a quick glance over his shoulder when he turned onto his street. 

You stood still for a moment as you watched him go, Mikasa had to remind you to keep walking. A sense of unease swam in your stomach as you ran over the reasons he might be acting this way. The only recent incident was the love letter ordeal. 

But there’s no way he could know… right? 

-

“So what do you think? Do you think he’s avoiding me because it’s making him uncomfortable?” you hugged your knees to your chest as you leaned against the wall parallel your bed. Your eyes looked up and locked onto Mikasa, who let out a sigh.

“How do you even know he knows?” she asked, holding the letter in her hands.

“I don’t, but what else could it be?” your expression crinkled with worry. 

“Listen, do you want me to talk to him for you?” Mikasa asked, and you shot your head up.

“No! Because then if he doesn’t know, he will know, and then I won’t know what to do!” you groaned, flopping down onto your pillow. 

“You realize this is only a problem because you won’t talk to each other, right?” Mikasa pointed out, folding the paper and setting it neatly on the dresser between your beds. 

“Yeah…” you mumbled, tracing patterns on the mattress with your finger. 

“You should find an opportunity to talk to him, trust me,” your best friend nodded, giving you a small, supportive smile before reaching up and clicking off the fairy lights above the dresser.  

-

“Eren?” asked Armin, tilting his head and lowering the notebook into his lap. “Why aren’t you saying anything?” 

He had successfully gone an entire school day and made it over to your house without making it obvious that something was bothering him- or so the thought.

There was a pause as your brother tapped his fingers on his textbook before letting out a sigh. 

“Alright listen, I’m going to be straight with you- you’ve been acting weird,” Eren stated, looking up to meet his best friend’s eyes. 

Armin gulped. 

“Weird how?” the blonde tilted his head. 

“Weird around my sister, weirder than usual,” Eren continued, narrowing his eyes. 

Usual? What does he mean by that?

“I-I thought you called me here to help you study for exams,” Armin said with a light laugh. Eren ignored his effort at redirection. 

“Why did you seem so relieved when you found out that Y/n had plans today?” he questioned, pointing a finger and lightly poking Armin’s chest, “Normally you’d be totally hyped about being over while she’s here.” 

“I wasn’t relieved,” Armin denied, “I was just… happy that… she's getting to help a friend?” 

“That was a weak lie,” Eren said with a shake of his head. Armin sighed. 

“I just- I can’t tell you,” Armin’s attention shifted to the carpet of Eren’s bedroom, fiddling with a piece between his fingers. 

“Why not?” Eren asked, crossing his arms. 

“Because, I just… can’t. It’s personal to her and I don’t want to get in the way,” Armin tried to explain. That terrible feeling tried to creep into his mind again, it was like ice spreading into the back of his skull and fire burning in his chest. 

“But clearly you two have been having an issue,” your brother continued, “I mean you were fine yesterday when you guys got here from school- suspiciously late may I add- but then you came back from putting Y/n’s jacket back all frazzled.” 

“That was nothing,” Armin clenched his hand into a fist. 

“Really, Armin?” Eren half-scoffed, “Clearly it was something. I heard Y/n and Mikasa mumbling about some stuff last night. Y/n is confused, we both want to know why you’re being so avoidy.” 

“Avoidant…” Armin corrected with a mumble. 

“Not the point,” Eren leaned forward slightly, “You’re not leaving this room until you tell me.” 

The pause was uncomfortably long. 

Chapter Eight: When In Doubt

#I felt like not a whole lot happened this chapter but I promise the plot will pick back up in pace again in chapter eight! #attack on titan #armin arlert #shingeki no kyojin #aot #snk #armin aot #armin x reader #armin x y/n #armin fluff #eren jeager #mikasa ackerman #jean kirschtein #kittens #aot modern au #carla jeager #grisha jeager #eren yeager #eren jeager and reader #mikasa ackerman and reader #ema #ema trio #shinganshina trio #bullying tw #high school au #aot high school #armin x fem reader #x fem reader #afab reader #x reader

[noodlesfics]

Attack On Titan Scouts on the dancefloor

Levi

You really think this man would get on the dancefloor? He wouldn't even want to go to the event in the first place. As soon as you ask him to dance, this man is running! There wasn't even any tea there!

Erwin

Cue the Dad dancing. He didn't want to get on the dancefloor at first, but when you began begging him to he did. I'm not sure what you would expect but this man would have the ultimate Dad dance moves.

Hange

You wouldn't even have to ask her to go on the dancefloor, she's already there. And surprisingly sober, even dancing like that you would think she's a little drunk but she's not. She just goes for it and doesn't care what she looks like, she would ask you to join and would not stop for at least 3 hours.

Moblit

He's not very smooth with the moves. A bit shy to dance with you at first, but gets a little bit tipsy and is up for it. He does not know how to dance. You just tell him to move his body to the music in any way he wants.

Miche

He's not afraid to do whatever his body tells him to do. In private when he's just with you, he love to dance slowly and savour the moment. However, give this man alcohol, be prepared.

Pixis

Don't let his age deceive you! With the extra alcohol at the party, he's going mental. Break dancing everywhere and throwing crazy moves all over the place.

Grisha

Who let this man in!? Everyone avoids him for pretty much the whole event apart from Carla. After only a few glasses of alcohol and this man is off doing god knows what. A huge embarrassment to Eren, Carla, you and everyone else there.

Carla

Tries to be sexy but just ends up embarrassing Eren. She gets bored after a while and drags you along to help her cater and hand out drinks to everyone.

Kuchel

She's so elegant! She dances with only you and Levi, maybe Kenny. Offers to help you with your dancing skills and always makes sure you have food or your drinks are topped up.

Kenny

He said he could hold his alcohol well, 3 glasses later and here he is. He this is he looks really good and constantly flirts with you but he looks like an idiot that was not even invited to the party in the first place.

A/N~I ADDED PIXIS, GRISHA, CARLA, KUCHEL AND KENNY COS I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE FUN! ❤

#anime #aot #attack on titan #levi ackerman #erwin smith #hange zoe #moblit berner #miche zacharias #dot pixis #grisha yeager #carla yeager #kuchel ackerman #kenny ackerman #dancing #aot x reader

[kleoyeager78]

MY BOOK STATUS!!!

10 things I hate about you: working on

The girl in the window: coming soon

The signs: coming soon

Armins twin sister: coming soon

Lovely: coming soon

The tea shop: coming soon

Hotel: coming soon

Teachers pet: coming soon

K.: coming soon

Fashion designer: working on

Erens little sister x Armin: coming soon

The caregiver: coming soon

And there is two more that I don’t know the names yet but they are coming soon I’m working on like 3 at a time so if you are waiting for any of the ones that say coming soon be patient with me.

Also I take request but the only anime I’ve ever really watched is Aot so if you don’t want to wait for me to finish a whole series I would say ask for an Aot character but I can always just watch it!!! It just would take longer

#armin smut #dilf eren #bully!eren #kingren #aot x reader smut #armin x reader #attack on titan smut #aot smut #armin fanart #attack on titan #eren x y/n #eren x reader #mikasa ackerman #carla yeager #grisha yeager

[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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[szasfuckingwife]

SOUNDGASM

RICHBOY!EREN YEAGER x RICHGIRL!READER

WARNINGS: SMUT, Eren calls reader a slut and whore, swearing, Eren is a secret fuck boy, reader has she/her pronouns, no mention of reader’s appearance other than what she’s wearing

SYNOPSIS: Y/N is new to Marley, just moving a few months prior. Her parents are rich doctors and she wants to be a professional golfer. At the country club, Grisha Yeager introduces his son, Eren Yeager to her. As she teach him how to improve his golfing, Eren teaches her one or two new things..

A/N: it’s finally summer time, and this summer me and my friends are going golfing🤭 i hope i find my eren + soundgasm is such a summer song, reminds me of 2016 drake for some reason

It’s 1:25pm at the country club. The sun is shining, the grass was greener than the pockets of the people there. And, above all, a pretty brunette and a pretty blonde are in that field playing a good game of golf.

Eren has his club in hand, his eyes are on the ball. Noticing that he won’t get a good swing from that distance, he scoots himself back a few steps until he finally feels comfortable. His veiny hands latch onto the club a little tighter as he takes a deep breath.

“Are you gonna hit the ball or…?” Armin is tired of waiting. He’s been waiting for his best friend ever since kindergarten. Eren had to stay behind a grade? Armin was waiting. Eren had detention? Armin was waiting.

But waiting for his best friend to hit a stupid ball was so damn infuriating.

Suddenly, Eren’s club went sky high before he hit the ball, sending the white sphere flying over the sky. The green eyed boy whistled in satisfaction; he was getting better each day.

Eren turned to his friend with a smug look on his face, “See! You want perfection? Be patient.”

Armin rolled his eyes before the two heard the familiar voice of Grisha Yeager, Eren’s father and the CFO of a tech company.

“Boys! Get in, drinks are out!” He yelled, waving his hand to grab their attention but all they could see was the bling of his Rolex. “Oh, and son? Getting better!”

Eren smiled, flashing his pearly whites.

“Not better than me though.”

This was your first time at this country club since your parents moved states. Not only was it awkward as most of the girls your age played tennis instead of golf, but all the guys who played golf were…facially challenged.

“Sweetheart, smile.” Your mother spoke through gritted teeth. She had noticed your unusual (but expected) awkwardness even when you were driving to the club.

You looked at her before sighing deeply, “Everyone here is just…weird.”

“The girls play tennis. You know how to play, why don’t you join them?”

Oh yeah, join the girls that laughed when they saw my personalised club!

If anything, you wished your mother would stop trying to get you to have fun so much, because all it did was remind you how much fun you were missing out on back home. It was heartbreaking to say bye to genuine friends and say hello to well…the plastics.

“Y/N!”, You heard your father’s voice and instantly turned around to spot him. He waved you over, looking eager and excited.

“Why is he so happy? I’m scared..” You mutter at your mother. She laughs and pushed you to his direction.

You try not to draw as much attention to yourself as you walk despite your very loud father yelling your name. Upon arrival, you see Mr Yeager, your fathers new friend.

He’s also the man that prompted the idea to move states.

Your father enthusiastically put his arm over your shoulder, “This is my daughter, Y/N.”

You stick your hand out to shake Mr Yeager’s hand. “Pleasure to meet you sir.”

“Nice to meet you too. Your father tells me that you’re applying to U of M. What’s got you so interested in Marley?”

If you wanted to be frank, and boastful, you’d tell him that you didn’t apply but rather you got a scholarship. Whether it was nepotism because it was your dads alma matter or if it was your big brain and athleticism, it was the best offer you’ve gotten.

“I heard they do good Neurology courses. I wanted to go to university and well, to put it short, make sure I have a plan B.”, You reply, smiling sweetly at both your father and Mr Yeager.

Grisha nods in acknowledgment, giving you back the same smile, “What’s your plan A then?”

“Professional golf, of course.”

It sounds boring, but golf was one of those hobbies that just never went away. You remember when you were 9, going with your father to the golf course just to see what it was like. When your dad taught you how to hit the ball, you loved it.

As you grew older, hitting the golf ball became your outlet. Like that one time you imagined that it was your teachers head instead of the ball after she gave you a C in a test.

Where others prefer an ice rink or a race track, you prefer your club and the nice smell of freshly cut grass.

“Y/N reminds me of Jordan in ‘88 but instead of a basketball court, it’s a golf course.”, embarrassment filled your body as your dad bragged about you. All you could do was laugh at his strange comparison.

“Ah, my boy does some golf in his spare time. He’s not trying to go pro, I hope, but, he could definitely use some lessons from you if you’re that good. In fact…” He looks around, squinting his eyes. “Eren!”

Right then and there, you pray with every bone in your body that this ‘Eren’ wasn’t those boys you saw earlier. God knows what you’d do to avoid teaching them a single thing.

What came, however, was a surprise. And the surprise came in the form of a boy. Not too old, maybe nineteen. He wore navy shorts and an emerald green ralph lauren vest over a plain white tee.

His hair was gelled in a small bun in the back of head. You don’t mind though, since it gave you a better view of his chiselled jawline. You’re sure it could cut your mothers diamonds at home. His eyes were green. No brighter than the grass outside, no deeper than the vest he was dressed in but some odd mixture.

He’s hot, you thought.

Grisha out a firm hand on his sons shoulder as he introduced you and your father to him, “This is my second son, Eren. You’ve already met Zeke by the tennis court.”

As your father gets into another conversation about Zeke Yeager, all you can do is stare at the curve of his younger brother’s muscles. You wish that he lifted the sleeve of his t shirt ever so slightly-

“What’s your name?”

You looked at Eren, and he looked at you.

His smile was just so…genuine!

“I’m Y/N.” You smiled sweetly back at him.

After your fathers urged you to go outside, you find yourself next to Eren on the kart. He’s driving, riding across the beautiful field.

The sky is honey coloured, the sun slowly descends giving the lake a beautiful shimmer. You’d look at that view, but there’s already a good view next to you.

Eren finally stops the kart before exiting. The both of you get your equipment from the back of the kart and begin to play.

“So…uhh how do you like it here in Marley?” Eren says, grunting after he hits the ball. You stand there, semi criticising his swing, semi fawning over him. “It’s definitely different from Trost.”

You sigh, “Yeah, the air is a little different. And not too many people play golf here.”

Eren looks at you, chuckling whilst shaking his head a little, “Aren’t you glad you met me then?”

You have no idea how glad I am.

You stay silent, instead choosing to smile and getting ready to hit the ball. Eren whistles when he sees the height of your swing. “Where’d you learn how to hit like that?”

After a couple more swings (and misses from Eren), you guys sit in the kart.

“So, where are you applying for university?”, you ask looking up at him. He scoffs, taking a sip of his water.

“No clue. All these offers and all I really want to do is go to Malta ‘n relax.” You notice how careless his face is when he speaks. He must not care that much about his future.

I mean, his parents are rich enough that both him and his brother can live off them for as long as they want to.

You look down, not in embarrassment, but in awkwardness. It’s strange seeing parents not urge their kids to go to university like your parents and Trost parents do.

“What’s your plans?”

You explain how you want to become a pro at golf. Eren listens attentively but, he get’s distracted when the breeze washes over the both of you.

The hem of your sport skirts lift up ever so slightly and Eren’s heart begins to race. For the next few conversations, he can’t stay focused. I mean, he’s just seen the curve of your ass, who could?

As the conversations die down, you and Eren go back to playing golf. It’s Eren’s turn and if he’s lucky, he can get a hole in one. He does what he did earlier: pull his hips back slightly, legs apart, breathe and…

Eren swung and you swore you saw the ball fly into the stratosphere.

“Yeager, I didn’t know you were the athlete.” You chuckle, shocked that he was actually really good.

He shrugs, “I don’t try. I feel like it just comes naturally..”

You roll your eyes as you walk over to him, pointing the end of your personalised club at him, “Teach me?”

Eren licks his lips, trying to find the words to speak but, the look that you’re giving him makes him feel butterflies. “Yeah…come ‘ere..”

You begin with your starting position, y’know the position that has won you regional competitions and a 2nd place in national.

However, you hear Eren scoff. “Don’t know how you’ve been able to pull of holes in one with that position..”

Suddenly, you feel his breath on your neck as he moves your hand up slightly to your upper chest, brushing agains your boobs.

“I don’t want this to be awkward but can you move your hips back ever so slightly..?” Eren chuckles in embarrassment. You do as he says and move your hips back until you feel his crotch against you. “Now, practice your swing without the club…”

Eren was filled with glee as he felt your ass rub up against him while you practiced your swing. “Is this alright?”

“It’s perfect…So fuckin good..”

Your brows furrow and then you finally feel it. His hard cock almost bursting out of his shorts. You didn’t stop your movements, seeing the fun in making him more distracted. He was absolutely mesmerised seeing your ass go back ‘n forth on his crotch.

Suddenly, you stop, sighing with your lips tilted up into a smirk, “I feel like I’m ready now! Thanks for the hel-”

As soon as you tried to walk away, Eren pulled you back against him. You swore you heard his heart beating a thousand times per second, and his cock was still rock hard.

“I can show you a couple more tips.” He whispered in your ear, “Just gotta listen for me, yeah?”

You nod before Eren throws your club onto the ground and pulls you into the kart.

As soon as you both sneak into the lavish looking bathroom, his lips are on yours. Hungrily making out with you, not giving you a chance to breathe. He gingerly moves you against the wall, giving you more breathless kisses.

He feverishly pulls up your lilac polo top, exposing your stomach and sports bra. Nothing comes to mind as he starts to plant wet kisses along your collarbone.

You try to fondle with his dick through his shorts but Eren wouldn’t let you, deciding he wants to make you feel good before he does.

He sits you on the white, pristine counter, pulling off your shorts in the process. “Fuck, you’re so hot…”, he says in a shushed tone. You can’t help but moan when you feel his hands on you, especially when he begins to rub your clit under your panties.

He starts of slow, achingly slow. All you want is for him to ruin you, rough and hard. But Eren is a tease, he wants you to beg for him.

And, he won’t stop till you do.

Eren feels your slick on his fingers and begins to chuckle. You look so cute like this: a whimpering mess, bucking your hips against his hand. He smirks when he hears you mew small ‘Please, Eren’s and ‘it feels s’ good!’s

“You’re such a pretty girl, huh? You’re doing so- ha- so good for me.” He grins. You see him lower himself, peeling of your panties so he’s at face level with your wet pussy. “What do you want, baby?”

You looked at him with jaded eyes, “I wanna cum..”

He shakes his head, tutting. He looked so different to that sweet boy who cheered you on at the golf course. “Manners, princess. What do you want?”

As he repeats his question, he slides a finger inside you. You moan and it sounds like beautiful to the brunette. You try to regain your voice as he stares into your eyes, blankly as if he was bored.

“I want you to make me cum, please.”

He chuckles again before letting his lips meet with your pussy. Eren takes his time with you, you’re not one of those valley girls that he’s fucked dumb in the past.

You’re different, so why should he treat you like them?

Nothing could be heard in the bathroom but your moans and the sound of your wetness against Eren’s mouth. He lapped his tongue at your clit whilst he continued to fuck you with his fingers, smiling against your sex when your fingers rip through his locks.

“Taste…so good, Y/N…” He muttered. You were so so close, wanting nothing more but to make a mess all over his mouth. Eren knows, he can feel you tightening up. “Gonna cum?”

You nod quickly but just then, he stops.

“Eren-” “Shhh, turn around, show me that ass..”

You do as he says, bending over the desks as he marvels at the curve of your ass behind you. You feel Eren strike your flesh a couple of times in awe before he slides his huge dick inside you.

He groans beside your ear as he hears you gasp, “Oh my fuckk…”

Every stroke feels like he was going deeper, kissing your cervix. His hands traveled to your chest as he lifted the bra revealing your perfect tits. You moan louder as he pounces on your neck again, kissing and biting you whilst his fingers were busy playing with your boobs.

“You knew what you were doing when I was teaching you how to swing, hm?” He chuckles. When he sees you nod, Eren slaps your ass again. “Words.”

“Yes!” you cry.

“You knew that it’d end up with you like this, right? You wanted this.” He asks, earning another ‘yes’ in response. “None of your boyfriends at Trost fucked you like this.”

“N-no! No, they didn’t! Fuck!” You moan. He tilts your head so you can look at the mirror and you finally see Eren, topless. You don’t know when he took of his top, and you were too fucked out to realise. “Shit, you’re so deep in me..”

He smiles at your comment, slapping your ass once more, “I know, sweetheart. Look at you. You pretend to- fuck- be a good girl in front of everyone but now look at you.”

You feel his hand wrapped around your throat as he pulls you back. Eren’s cheek is against yours as you both look at yourself through the mirror. Now, he’s fucking you harder than he did before. Harder and faster.

“You’re such a slut, hm?” He kisses your cheek before speeding up his thrusts. Your moans are louder than ever as he continues to ruin you.

“‘s too big!” It’s scary how croaky your voice sounds. He kisses your crown before leaning your head back and forcing your mouth open with his fingers.

“Stick out your tongue.”

And after you did so, a glob of spit fell from Eren’s lips and landed on your tongue. “Good fuckin’ girl! You close?”

Mistakenly, you nod again earning another harsh smack on your ass. “Yes, I’m close!”

“Gonna be a good girl and cum for me?!” He asks, his thrusts are amazingly fast and Eren’s lips are on your neck again.

The sight of him makes you cum alone, sweaty forehead that makes his hair curl upwards, his toned body and veiny hands gripping onto your waist and his green eyes boring into yours.

“I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” you cry out. When you reach your climax, Eren doesn’t stop.

If anything, he thrusts deeper, chasing after his own orgasm. Your whole body shakes in his touch as he whispers the most filthy things in your ear.

“This pussys fuckin’ mine now, you hear me? I’m gonna be the one that makes you a slutty mess. You’re gonna come to me when your horny, yeah? Anytime, baby, just say the word and I won’t wait to fuck you like the whore you are.”

Although you know you shouldn’t, you nod again, your voice is too broken to respond.

He pulls out and grabs you, forcing you onto your knees. Immediately, you let Eren put his thick cock in your mouth, fucking your face just as quickly as he fucked your pussy.

You feel his thrusts get sloppier as you finally see the white ropes of cum shoot out of his cock onto your face. He groans out so many expletives but you’re too busy finishing him off to hear, making him shake at your mouth still sucking him.

Once he’s done reaching his climax, the two of you look at each other for a moment before laughing. You both look a mess, Eren with his mouth red from kissing you so hard and sweaty from…well, fucking you.

You look like a real pornstar, Eren thinks. If it wasn’t for you very obvious ambition in golfing, Eren thinks you’d make a great model.

“We need to get back…” You whisper, “They’re gonna kill us since we left all of the equipment there.”

You stand up and reach down to get your clothes, he helps you dress and dresses himself. Eren takes a tissue and wets it with water before cleaning his cum off your face.

“Next time, I’ll fuck you in the kart. And after that, I’ll fuck you on the field.” He whispers, causing you to giggle.

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[writingforcuteppl]

Sweet Revenge

PAIRING: Eren Yeager x Sister!Reader x Zeke Yeager

SUMMARY: Zeke has one mission and one mission only. Destroy Grisha just as he did with him and his mother. And what better way to do it than with his other two children.

GENRE: Smut.

WARNINGS: INCEST, manipulation, cursing.

WORD COUNT: 2.7k words

Zeke hated Grisha with his whole being. He hated how he treated him when he was a little kid. How he left him and his mother. Hated how he started a new family with another woman. How he acted like the perfect father when he was far from it. And also hated how perfect his two new children seemed to be.

Eren and Y/n Yeager. The wonder kids from Doctor Grisha Yeager. No one knew Grisha had another family before. Only his wife, Carla, was aware of it. That’s what Zeke thought after one time he bumped into Eren and Y/n. The pair only offered a quick “Sorry” and continued walking to wherever they were going.

Zeke wanted to ruin Grisha in the worst way possible. And he knew precisely how. He is going for not other than his beautiful children. As simple as that. He knew what he wanted to do was pretty fucked up, but in the end, it was what Grisha deserved, right?

Zeke saw you walking by yourself on your way home after going out with your friends. You were one street away from your house when he approached you with a friendly demeanor, trying to not scare you away. He started the conversation by introducing himself, saying how he is one of your dad’s patients and how he saw you one day at his clinic. You looked at him with surprised eyes. You don’t actually remember him at all since you usually help your dad whenever the clinic is packed with patients, but you have to admit, sometimes you can be distracted. So you just brushed off his comment. Maybe he was right. Zeke couldn’t believe how easy it was to trick you. You were gullible, and it was perfect for his plan.

The two of you continued to talk, well mostly it was Zeke complimenting how the dress you were wearing really suited you or how the pins on your hair matched your dress. And you smiled at him. You loved all his comments. You always received compliments from the people in your life, also from people on the street, and every time you heard them, you were thankful for them. They always made your day. Eren was the one who complimented and praised you the most.

After some time, you checked your phone and noticed you lost 30 minutes talking to Zeke, and you were supposed to arrive at your home 10 minutes ago. You told Zeke you were sorry, but you really needed to go home. He understood and said goodbye to you, but of course, he managed to get your phone. You waved goodbye and started to walk to your house.

Zeke was charmed by you. Those 30 minutes he spent talking to you helped him realize this plan of his was going to be perfect because he gets to corrupt sweet little you.

The days passed, and he managed to get closer to you. The two of you met outside your house or his house. He always sends you “good morning” messages every single day since you met him on your way home. Always wanting to talk to you about whatever you were doing and asking you about your family. Those were the most important conversations, and he understood something.

You were really close to Eren. You explained to him Eren was always there for you, always taking care of you, spoiling and praising you since you were his little sister. And you always manage to start talking about Eren in whatever conversation the two of you are having. You also said how much you love your parents, how they always took care of you and Eren, and how they make sure you have a happy life. Zeke was in disbelief because he knew better. Grisha was nothing like that when he was little.

The more you talked and spent time with Zeke, the more you started to fall for him. He made you feel appreciated in ways no one has ever, except for Eren, of course. You suppose that is what people call being in love, or at least that’s what Zeke told you. Whenever you saw Zeke’s name pop up on your screen, you felt your stomach bubble excitedly.

Your friends and family were happy to finally see you in love, except for Eren. Whoever was taking all your attention was starting to get on his nerves. Grisha took notice of Eren’s reaction when you mentioned you were talking to a guy you met a few weeks ago. Eren told Grisha he was just being overprotective of you since he’s your big brother. And no one will ever be enough for you.

Zeke always managed to be talking to you via messages, phone, or video calls. You were always with your phone in hand. And ready to meet him whenever he told you he wanted to see you. You slowly started to drift away from the people in your life. The only thing on your mind was Zeke. Zeke and the way he always complimented your outfit of the day. Zeke and his soft voice talking to you so you could sleep quicker. Zeke and his praises whenever he heard your sweet moans coming out while he was touching you, wanting to see your pretty face while you came. Zeke, Zeke, Zeke.

But your family wanted to meet this guy who had your head over the moon. Eren was against it. That guy was able to take all your attention, leaving nothing to him.

Zeke told you he was going to meet your family soon, but it was still not the time. You didn’t understand why he was trying to postpone it, but you really didn’t care. Being with Zeke was enough.

Three months into your relationship and you told him your parents were going to be out for two days, and Eren was going to be with his friends over those two days, so you had the house for yourself, and you didn’t want to be alone, so you invited him to come over. Who was he to deny something to you?

It was the last day you were going to be alone at your house. Eren was returning at noon and your parents in the evening, but you didn’t want Zeke to leave you. The past two days were like a honeymoon for the two of you. Zeke fucked you as he pleased. There was no one to bother with your moans and groans. Zeke felt he was in heaven whenever he was deep down inside your pussy. He really didn’t care if you were his half-sister. It was as if you were made just for him. Always taking him so well every time he wanted.

That day, when Eren returned to his house, he heard your whimpers and moans, combined with the sound of skin slapping. He stormed to your room and opened the door without any type of warning. The sight of you, with another man’s dick inside of you, made his blood boil.

Eren would’ve been lying if he said the sight of you being all cockdrunk didn’t affect him. He already has lost count of how many times he has made himself cum at the pure thought of fucking his little sister.

“WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING TO HER?” Eren shouted at Zeke, and he only smirked.

“Fucking her senseless, can’t you see?” Zeke responded to him, and you saw Eren in the eyes for the first time.

“I’m sorry ‘Ren” Your eyes started to fill with tears. You didn’t want Eren to see you with another man. He was your brother, after all. And no good girl should be seen by her brother getting fucked by another man. You started to feel overwhelmed, and you didn’t know why. Was it the fact Zeke seemed to go harder on you the moment he saw Eren in the room? Maybe it was because you were embarrassed. After all, your brother found you fucking someone. Or maybe, just perhaps, the fact that your brother didn’t seem mad and looked like he was enjoying the view?

“Zeke, I’m gonna-” you managed to say, never stopping looking into Eren’s eyes.

“Go on, show your brother the big girl you are” Zeke felt you clench around his cock, and it almost made him cum too, almost.

Zeke looked at Eren, still standing at the entrance of your room. He could see Eren wanting to do something more. In this plan, he heavily relied on Eren’s feelings for you. He wouldn’t have made all of this if he knew Eren only saw you as his little sister. No. He knew damn well he needed a little push to break Eren’s composure. He knew it the moment he heard Eren and his friends one night at a bar talk about all the things Eren would do to you if you weren’t his sister. How he would be inside of you, fucking you day and night, fantasizing about how you would sound moaning his name. Zeke laid you down on your mattress and sat down at the edge of your bed, looking at Eren.

“So, are you gonna stand there and watch? C’mon, Eren, for someone who wants to fuck this little princess over here, you’re not doing much” Eren seemed to snap out of it after hearing Zeke’s words, and he made his way to you. He spread your legs so he could see your used cunt. He could see the mix of yours and Zeke’s juices spurting out of your tight hole, making him groan. You tried to close your legs since you didn’t want your brother to look at you directly at your pussy, but he was stronger. You felt one of Eren’s fingers slide up and enter your pussy, collecting the juices before they could entirely fall into your sheets. You whined. This is wrong. Your brother shouldn’t be touching you like this.

“Look at this mess. You just let any guy fuck you when I should be the only one doing it” Eren’s tongue licked your clit. He could taste you and Zeke at the same time. It was the most disgusting yet arousing thing he’s ever done. You whimpered. Eren couldn’t care less if he was also tasting Zeke. He wanted to keep hearing you make those sweet sounds that were coming out of your mouth. He started to suck your clit, sending waves of pleasure all over your body. The more he sucked, the louder your moans began to get. Each and one of your moans had an effect directly on Eren’s cock. He couldn’t wait to actually fuck you.

“Eren, please?” you didn’t know what you were asking. You didn’t know if you wanted him to stop or if you wanted him to go further with you. Eren looked up, staring directly into his eyes, and you whimpered. His gaze was so penetrating. He looked at you with pleading eyes, the exact look you had whenever you wanted to get something out of him. You grabbed him by his hair and yanked his head away from you, making him stop his ministrations to your clit. Eren looked as if he was drunk. His nose and mouth glistened with your cum and juice, and of course, Zeke’s too.

“Can you please…” For the first time since Eren started eating you out, you turned your gaze and looked, and Zeke nodded, showing he was ok with what you were going to ask. You returned your gaze to Eren. “Can you fuck me, please?” you looked at Eren with pleading eyes. Zeke was smiling. This definitely is going better than he expected. You heard Eren curse after hearing your words, but you were looking at Zeke. He looked different. As if he wasn’t mad, his girlfriend’s brother was going to fuck her at any moment. As if he wanted this just as much as you and Eren.

“You have no idea of how much I’ve been dying for those words to come out from this pretty mouth of yours. Fuck!” You were able to see that Eren was already half-naked undergarments were long forgotten on the floor of your bedroom. The tip of his dick was playing with your entrance, smearing the mix of his saliva and cum all over your pussy, lubricating himself so he could slither into you. Slowly, he entered you, and you both moaned in unison.

“Fuu- ‘Ren, it’s too big. It won’t fit.” you cried out. You felt Eren’s length stretch you out, and it felt like he was splitting you in half. You were able to hear the lewd sound coming from below you as he was going deeper into you, juices squirting out of you.

“I’ll make it fit, angel” Eren let out a groan after he felt your pussy clench around his shaft. “You’ve been just fucked, and you’re still so tight. Are you sure this boyfriend of yours is fucking you properly? Zeke growled at his comment, but you couldn’t care less. When he was finally all inside you, he whispered, “You know how many nights I’ve dreamt of this angel? How many times I’ve come while I hear your whines and whimpers coming out from your room in the middle of the night, wishing it was me, the one making you make those noises? Fuck you are taking me so well.” Eren gave you a sweet kiss on your forehead and continued fucking you. This wasn’t only a fuck of one night to Eren. No. Zeke could see the way Eren was holding your hands while he was fucking you, the way he showered your face with sweet kisses, and the way he was whispering how good of a girl you were for him, telling you how much he loved you. Basically, whispering sweet nothings to you. Zeke wasn’t going to admit it, but he was jealous. He was jealous because you didn’t react like that with him. Deep down, he knew this was only a side Eren would always have. Him and only him.

“Eren, can I cum, please?” you sobbed, too overwhelmed after the first orgasm you already had. Eren looked at your teary and pleading eyes. How could he say no to you? His sweet little angel, who is always so good to him.

“Cum all over my cock, princess” That was enough for you to trigger your orgasm. Eren came just right after you. Milking your insides with his seed. Eren felt he was in heaven. Maybe heaven is deep inside of your cunt, and he was missing out on it. “You’ve done so well, angel. Good girl,” Eren gave you a tender kiss on the lips. You were able to taste yourself and Zeke. It was weird but hot.

Eren could see your sleepy eyes starting to close. So the two of you cuddle on your bed. Slowly drifting away as you forgot Zeke was still in your room.

“Kids, we are home” Zeke heard Carla’s voice coming from the living room, and he smiled. Showtime. “Do you think they’re out?” She asked Grisha, who was slowly making his way to your room, to check if you were actually at home. He opened the door to your room and froze at the sight. You and Eren were naked and cuddled up. He wasn’t stupid. He knew exactly what happened.

“Interesting, am I right?” Zeke questioned in a mocking tone. Zeke was looking directly into Grisha’s eyes. “You know, you should pay more attention to your children. And you need to educate them on what’s wrong and right because this-” he pointed at you and Eren’s sleeping bodies “Is definitely wrong and illegal.”

“You did this, didn’t you?” Zeke chuckled.

“A little price you need to pay for what you did” Zeke stood up from your desk chair, grabbed the pack of cigs that was on your desk, and left your room. Grisha started to follow him, leaving behind whatever he was going to say to you for later.

Zeke was almost exiting the house when he turned around and said, “You ruined my life. Now we’re even.”

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Bring Me to Life (Yan!Eren Yeager x Reader)

Hello it's Cherub! It took me a bit to write this chapter but thats bc I am lazy but i am soooo hoping I can write more frequently. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this if this fic happened to be your cup of tea, sorry if things are moving slow but i pinky promise its gonna pick up!

Warnings - Death being briefly mentioned

Spoilers - NOT A SPOILER FREE FIC

Description - Eren finally realizes he's reliving the exact day he loses everything and develops the desire to wipe out all of the titans, but what happens when his focus shifts to you? You now become his purpose and reason to fight.

Tag(s)- @dreamsarenicer

Words - 5K

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“Can you see the future?” He asked, tilting his head to the side in hopes it would make him look like he was asking an innocent and silly little question all kids must ask at some point. 

It wasn’t. To Grisha, it felt like Eren knew something he didn’t and wanted to torment him even further than he has already, this was another stab in the heart from his future self.

All the man could do was force a chuckle followed up with “why do you ask such a silly question?” He was beyond nervous, while no one would believe Eren, it was terrifying enough that he knew something, even if it was the tiniest detail. It was more than enough for Grisha. His young son was practically tormenting him with such a question. 

Eren looks up at him with empty green eyes, thinking of how he’s going to word this next. He knows what his father is seeing, he was there while it happened the first time. 

“I know,” Eren started off, “I know what I am doing, I know what I’ve done.” His words were no longer spoken like a little boy’s, neither a man's, but someone who has guilt transcending lifetimes hovering over him at all times, worrying Grisha even more. What has he done? 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“You do, and I need to tell someone about this otherwise I won’t know how to go on. Again.” 

“Again?”

Eren nods slowly, placing his hand out. 

“You’re going to go on your trip and you’re going to give me the key.”

Grisha’s eyes widened, the Eren he spoke with was an Eren that knew a lot more than he anticipated. He was practically being commanded by his own son. 

Eren still kept those empty green eyes locked on Grisha’s own eyes, reading him as best as he could. He may not have been intelligent compared to Armin or naturally strong like Mikasa, but he was able to read facial expressions, he was observant.

“Why? Why do you need the key and what are you trying to tell me.” Grisha hesitated, he knew what Eren was capable of even at this age, he didn’t want to question him of all people. But he needed to know, what was it he needed?

“I need everything to happen the way it’s supposed to. I need the future I was a part of to happen again, you’re unable to understand that because you grew comfortable too fast. Did you really think your past wouldn’t catch up to you?” His pupils began to dilate, memories of Carla’s death alongside yours flooded his brain, causing adrenaline to flow through him. He felt it all happen again. He didn’t want to keep answering Grisha’s pointless questions, he wanted the key, he needed him to leave, and he needed someone to know that he was here. 

Grisha was truly haunted in this moment, not by his past but by his son – or the ghost of him that is. Was this him failing as a father at this moment? 

His hands shook as he reached for his own throat, grabbing the wire that wrapped around it. After a second of hesitating and overthinking what he was doing he finally did it. He gave up his basement key and gave it to his son. 

“Now go.” He commanded, “go do what you have to do.” 

This was someone who truly knew what Grisha’s final purpose was. And that was to carry out Eren’s goal, always as planned.

Eren laid his head to rest, hearing the muffled voices of his mother and father, he thought of how much he was gonna miss them and the quiet moments like these. He truly didn’t want to see them goal but he’s so certain that his end goal is to save you, and he was more than happy to put you above himself. 

He heard the door close and now everything has been set into motion. All he had to do was be patient. This made him feel a sense of dread, eventually his life will end abruptly and another will begin. His poor, poor mother. He actually felt sick to his stomach now, but he didn’t want to see his mother for comfort. He didn’t want to get too attached to her; there was no way in Hell he’d be able to save her. Things happen for a reason, him coming back a second time for example.

 He was there for a reason, but not to save her. 

He decided to shut his eyes so tomorrow can come faster, then he’d get to see you again. This makes it all worthwhile, seeing your genuine smile and ignorance of how cruel the world truly was worth it for him. 

Then as he was dozing off into a deep sleep after an exhausting life he heard the door open, they were quiet footsteps but not light enough for him not to hear, it was his mothers. 

“I know you’re asleep but I love you.” She whispered, “and tomorrow I’ll make you a wonderful breakfast since you didn’t eat dinner.” She placed a small kiss on his forehead. 

His heart dropped, his skin felt cold, the feelings from earlier were returning but he tried so hard to keep still. Enough for him to not catch her attention. 

He waited till she left the room before he bursted out into sobs, he didn’t want to do this but it was the only way. He had no choice, was there any choice? Of course he was a normal child and not a titan shifter so he couldn’t really weigh out his choices. 

“Mom… I’m so sorry mom…” He whispered to himself between sobs. He was horrible for these actions. 

But you were an end goal he was going to achieve. It had to have been done. 

He truly felt like he was the Devil, turning his own mother into a martyr? What an awful action. 

But after years of little to no sleep in uncomfortable places he finally slept, with tears still coming out of his eyes and his breath shakier than normal. He slept comfortably. 

Everything felt warm like he was supposed to be there and when he opened up his eyes, he wasn’t in his bed. He was somewhere completely different, he was in a forest, with his back against a gigantic tree, everything felt confusing. The sunlight was shining above him and there he saw you standing in the middle of a field of your favorite flowers. This was a dream of course but it felt too much to be a dream. 

He got up and practically ran towards you, you were older. This is how you looked when you died, this was the last version of you he saw. You were in your black uniform, you looked at peace, simply staring at the sky. Eren aged as well, he was also the last version of himself. 

You turned to him, “Eren…” you sighed and gave him such a warm smile.

“(Y/N)...” was all Eren said in return, he’s always happy to see you again.

“You have to let me die, Eren.” 

He felt disgusted with your choice of words, how could you say that? How could he think of you saying these things? 

“You can’t keep clinging on like this, this will only make you worse.” 

Before he could fight against you and your sickening words, he woke up. He was shaking and sweating, how dare you say that? 

He had to find you and make sure you were okay. He will never ever let you go again,

He rushed out of the bed and quickly his own house, only shouting goodbyes to his mother while she got the table ready for the day. He will simply eat whatever is at your house or he will have lunch. Breakfast wasn’t on his mind right now, you you you you only you. That was all that was going through his head. 

He needed to find you again, he was desperate. Due to it being early you were at home, finding you was the easiest thing he could ever do. You didn’t live too far from his house, four or five houses down and there yours stood. 

He frantically knocked on your door till someone answered, it was your mother. 

“Yes?” She looked down at him, confused as to why one of your friends was looking for you so early in the day. The sun was only out for about three or four hours now, she felt like he didn’t need to be so frantic over you at this hour and the simple fact that he sees you at every given moment. It was like Eren never knew what space was, a very obvious crush on his end but she never pushed you for any details about it. You were both young anyway.

“Is (Y/N) awake Mrs. (L/N)?” He asked, practically shouting it. 

She flinched at his volume, “No need to be so loud kid… Yes (Y/N) is up.” Your mom was a lot more different than his. She was a lot more casual with strangers compared to his mom who was more polite and soft spoken. 

“Can (Y/N) come down to play with me?” He tried his best to force a smile despite all the stress he’s been under since yesterday. 

“Sure,” She said as she turned around, “(Y/N)! Your friend is here to see you!” She screamed into her quiet home. 

Footsteps began to boom down the hall, there you were excited to see him. Maybe you had a crush on him too. Again not her business and she didn’t care for the most part. 

“Eren!” You ran to him, “what brought you here so early?!” Your smile meant everything to him. How he wanted to keep you smiling like this for the rest of his days, he would devote himself to keeping you happy like this. 

“Just wanted to see you, that's all!” He cheered, “c’mon let’s go I don’t wanna waste time.” He added, he truly didn’t know how much time you two had left. Anything was possible in this timeline, and he didn’t appreciate that. 

He gestured to you to follow him and you did just that. You followed him to his favorite tree so you two can sit and enjoy the early morning sun. He wishes you could follow him everywhere, he’d take you all over the world if it meant you’d follow him.

“You seem to be doing better than yesterday.” You congratulated him, you were worried and even a bit scared by his behavior yesterday. That was unlike him and you thought maybe he had a secret second personality or had hit his head and got a concussion, but he appeared to be in better shape thankfully. 

“Yeah, I always have been, you know?” He said.

You chuckled at his response, “absolutely not, you were going crazy yesterday! No one had seen you like that.”

Well yeah, he did die, watch you die, watch almost everyone in his life die, just for him to come back into a world where none of that happened. It was strange, scary, and stressful all at once. He would think to himself. He was definitely going crazy. 

“Was not.” He grumbled, still trying to convince himself and everyone else that he was fine. He wanted to be his old self more than anything. He was so angry and so ignorant, now he’s simply angry. 

“You were definitely crazy, haha.” You reminded him once again. 

Eren chooses not to respond and only watches you play with the grass below you, you twist it into little knots and throw it back on the ground. 

More silence passes and Eren still watches you, you’re so focused with your own thoughts and your grass. But you know, you know he’s watching you. It makes you truly wonder what had happened to him. One day he’s loud and almost annoying in an endearing way; now he’s silent and only watches the world around him. You can tell there’s something wrong but he won’t say anything. 

“I have to tell you something.” He finally speaks. 

You were dying for this moment. 

“Yeah, what do you wanna tell me?” You begin to nervously play with the grass, maybe you can finally find out what it is that’s been bothering him for the past day. 

Eren sighs, preparing to break horrible news to you. Hoping you’d believe him.

“The world is going to go to shit soon and I really want you to be prepared.” He said. He didn’t mean being prepared by having food and water but being prepared emotionally. You were about to lose everything you knew. 

You burst out laughing nervously, “what?! What are you talking about?!” You yell, he’s starting to worry you even more now. Your friend of a year or so suddenly acts strange on a random day and proceeds to tell you things are going to end soon. You were scared and wanted to believe he was wrong. 

“It’s not funny!” He screamed, “I’m trying to prepare you and you’re not listening!” Moments such as these were the only times you saw the Eren you always saw and not the one who has just been watching the world carefully as if something was going to happen at any given moment. You didn’t enjoy the sudden change in him, but you were willing to accept it. 

“You need to relax.” You inhale after laughing so hard, you simpy didn’t know how to react and you felt a bit guilty for laughing at something he seemed to believe so hard in. 

“No, I can't relax, (Y/N).” He grumbled, he was unhappy with your reaction but he knows that you won’t understand it well nor understand him. 

“Yes you can, let’s just go find the others and maybe not talk about the world ending, we’ve been at peace for hundreds of years, we’re fine. You’re fine.”

He wishes you were right. He wanted to be fine more than anything, he wished for safety and comfort, he wished he could just have a normal life with you. The one he promised the both of you all those years ago. 

“No, you have to listen to me. Everything is gonna take a turn for the worse. You NEED to listen to me.” 

“Eren, you’re scaring me.” You said as you were getting up. 

He wanted to pull you back to the ground so much, but he didn’t. He didn’t get up to follow you, he didn’t want to scare you even more. He just wishes you’d listen to his warnings. 

As you were walking away you slightly resembled the version of you he saw in his dream, just younger of course. Would ten year old you wish to die as well? Would you ask him personally to let you die? The further you walked away the more dread he felt, as though you were going to die right this second.

All these possibilities and none of it made him feel better. 

He finally gets up to chase after you, “Wait!” 

You turn around, preparing yourself to hear more insanity. 

“Just… Just stay safe. Be careful.” He huffed, trying to catch his breath. 

“Okay, I’ll be safe, Eren. I suggest you do too, okay? I don’t want you getting hurt, trust me, I’m more worried than anything.” 

You walked away from him finally, you felt guilty for not hearing him out but why would you? You didn’t want to think about losing your family as well as the only world you knew, especially not to titans or a plague. Whatever the cause of the world ending was, it was something you didn’t want to hear about or prepare for. All you can do is hope he gets the help he needs currently, something is clearly eating him up. 

There was, but you didn’t know that yet. Eren didn’t want you to know that either. At this point you would be better off not knowing and simply finding out for yourself, not to prove that he was right but because he wanted you to experience it first hand again. He wanted you to see how cruel and unjust the world was to people like you. All at the expense you lose your whole world of course, but everyone lost something close to them that day right? Otherwise you wouldn’t have been as passionate as you once were. 

These things happen for a reason, he thought to himself. 

He wanted you to be the same (Y/N) he watched grow into a marvelous person, the one he fell in love with at sixteen. There were some things he wasn’t going to interfere with, the loss of your family and his own mother was one of these things. He simply wanted you to survive, and he will interfere with your life because he knows it's what’s good for you.

He was willing to throw down whoever to achieve his goals, he has and will do it again. Even earlier in his life. He truly believes you’d appreciate all the work he’s going to put into keeping you on this Earth. Even if his subconscious is telling you otherwise. 

After some thinking about how he was going to do this in the next upcoming years he decided to walk home, he was starving. He hasn’t eaten good food in a long long time. While the food was poor quality given the living situation for everyone in Shiganshina, it was a home cooked meal made by his mother and he loved it. He will surely savor these last few moments with his mother. 

In a matter of time he made it home, seeing smoke rise from the home's chimney. She either was still preparing breakfast or just finished making it. He’s certain there’s still some of what she made for breakfast ready for him. 

He opened the door to Carla and Mikasa sitting at the table, it was oatmeal with bread on the side; it must have been bought the night before or Carla wanted to get rid of it before it molded and became a waste of money. 

“Where have you been?!” She scolded him before he could even greet her, “all because it’s just me at home doesn’t mean you can just leave like that. Anything could have happened to you.” 

“I went to see (Y/N)...” He pouted, he hopes that he believes her. He had no reason to lie, but he knows sometimes people may think the worst of things when they’re worried. 

She glares at him, as much as she didn’t like being mad at her one and only son, him being hard headed and insisting he does his own thing without consulting her didn’t help her one bit. She wasn’t furious with him but she wanted him to know that he couldn't do whatever he wanted. That's how you raise terrible people after all, if you don’t show them that they had to abide by basic rules they could become terrible people. Her son wasn’t meant to be a terrible man. 

“You cannot run out of the house without telling me at least, you’re only a boy. Anything could happen to you.” She sighed while placing a hand on his head. She truly can’t stay mad at her boy. 

“Even if it’s to see (Y/N)?” He asked. 

“Yes, even to see (Y/N). You have to ask next time. Besides, what made you wanna leave so urgently?” 

“Had a nightmare that something happened to them.” He frowned, seeing you at nineteen years old asking you to be left as dead was a tragedy and he had to make sure that you were okay, that’s how he saw it at least.

“What was the dream about?” Mikasa asked from the table, still enjoying her oatmeal. 

“They died.” Another thing that wasn’t far from the truth.

“Oh.” Her jaw slightly dropped, she didn’t ask for any details beyond that. Death was a sensitive topic for her and wouldn’t want to think about a close friend of hers dying. She can’t handle another loss. 

“Yeah, anyways is there any breakfast left for me?” Eren said, it was a perfect chance to change the subject. He walked into the kitchen which was also the dining room. 

“Yes of course, and you have to apologize to me Eren. I don’t want you scaring me like that ever again.”

“I’m sorry.” He looked at his mothers soft expression, she truly was worried about her baby. He looked down afterwards because the tears were threatening to spill out again.

 No matter how much he pissed her off she wore that soft expression amazingly. She was truly a gentle woman, loud but gentle. He will make sure to appreciate this face more than he did last time. He will never allow himself to forget it.

She walked over to him and gave him a hug, “but you’re not getting off that easily, you’ll be doing garden work today while me and Mikasa read for a few hours, we found a book we thought we’d enjoy together.”

His eyebrows furrowed, “what?!” He truly thought his reasoning was kind and noble enough to escape any form of punishment. That soft face tricked him once again like it used to. 

“Oh it won’t be so bad, now eat up so you don’t pass out, your father is in another district currently so we have no way to reach a reliable doctor if that does happen.”

“Yes mom…” He grumbled. 

One thing he didn’t miss was his mothers scolding and punishments. He hated the consequences of his actions, a lot like all children his age. 

As he stepped outside he enjoyed the silence one last time, this would probably be one of the last days of his life where he will find peace. It felt bitter, it felt angry, he wanted to rip the flowers out of his mothers beloved garden and scream! He was almost ashamed of himself, but he had to keep moving forward. He had to for you. No amount of shame or sorrow he felt for anything he’s done will stop him from preventing your death. 

He sat in the grass, he had some time to kill before he had to go to work, he wanted to enjoy this. He wanted to breathe in the fresh air, the air smelled like pollen. It was summer. He was as free as possible in those moments. If he had to die again he could only wish he could come back to this day for the rest of eternity. Maybe next time instead of crying like a crazy person he would try to hold your hand instead. 

He looked up at the sky and something didn’t feel right, all the birds were headed in the same direction, but everyone knows that birds don’t do that till the end of fall. 

“Shit. Was today really the day? It can’t be.” He began to tremble, maybe it was a storm on the way but he knew the truth. 

He heard a loud boom. Stones were raining from the sky, today was the day. The start of it all. 

“No no no no.” He ran back into his house, Carla and Mikasa were frozen in their tracks. They heard it too, everyone heard it. 

“We have to go!” Eren grabbed Mikasa.

“Eren what is going on?” Carla screamed to him, they could barely hear each other over the screams and crashed outside. 

Eren wrapped the scarf around Mikasa’s neck and grabbed her hand, he can’t do this. He didn’t want to do this. 

“Titans are breaching the walls mom.”

“What?!” 

He pulled Mikasa, he just wanted to get the hard part over with. He needed her to die, it was the only way. 

“We all have to get out of here.” He said as he opened the door. 

One titan, two titans, then three, they’re starting to grow in numbers. He needed to escape as fast as possible.

“Where are we gonna go?” Mikasa said while following Eren outside. 

Carla was falling behind, her legs were going weak from fear. It wasn’t flight or fight at this point, her body just wanted to give up and die. 

“Mom, you have to hurry!” Eren shouted, even though she had to die he still wanted to do everything in his power to fight for her. A part of him wanted Carla to live, would his plan work out? Would he still join the Survey Corps? He didn’t wanna stray away from saving your life so he will have to sacrifice others life to achieve it. 

“I’m trying to catch up, just keep running.” 

Was this simply fate forcing her to die? Was she never gonna make it no matter the universe? Though Eren needed her to die here, he still wishes that she lives in every other universe, she has to! 

More debris came falling from the sky, a stone falling on top of the house he grew up in. Carla was barely getting out the door. Eren and Mikasa are only a couple feet ahead of her, the distance made such a drastic difference, that could have been them and Eren’s attempt at a second life would have all been for nothing. He never considered how close he was to dying besides that one time where he was swallowed whole by a titan. 

“Mom!” He screamed. He truly was reliving the same sense of horror and grief the way he originally did in his first life.  It felt terrible, it felt ugly, he felt ugly. He was the monster who somehow caused this to happen yet he was so unaware before. Was he innocent then or does that make him as evil as it did now? 

“Eren! Mikasa! Get out of here!” She screamed, the pain she was feeling was unimaginable. Luckily due to the rush of adrenaline she didn’t feel as much as she should be feeling. That gave Eren peace of mind. 

He even had a rush himself, but it was too much for his body; it caused him to freeze in place. He wanted to fight for her more than anything, but he had to weigh his chances for once. This was a fight he could not win, a fight he was never destined to win because a version of him was pulling down that scale to the depths of Hell. 

“We can’t leave your mother.” Mikasa said, rushing over to whatever was left of his childhood home. The only home he’d ever known. 

“Wait!” Eren chased after her. 

They began to attempt to remove the rubble off of her body but with the roof weighing her down it was near impossible to get her out. 

Hannes ran up behind them, “what the hell are you two doing?!” He said as he quickly realizes their attempts are not being wasted on a dead woman but rather one that was alive. He was heartbroken to see it was Carla who got caught in the midst of this. 

“You have to take them Hannes, please!” Carla shouted. 

“No. You’re not taking us!” Eren said, he wasn’t going to give up. It’d eat him alive otherwise

The smiling titan nears his home, Hannes try to step up to it and fails, deciding to snatch up Eren and Mikasa and run away. 

He could bite, kick, and scream all he wanted but deep inside he already knew. But this only fueled his urge to have a grief fueled tantrum even more. Knowing but feeling like a powerless pig at the slaughterhouse angered him more than anything. Regardless of all of this, this only made him certain that his destiny now was to protect you. 

He saw the way that titan carelessly ate his mother and imagined the way she hurt in her final moments. 

It made him wonder, were you scared moments before your face was blown into pieces? What did you think of? Did you think of him? Most importantly, were you in any pain? 

He eventually made it to the last escape boat and caught sight of you and Armin, you look so scared. This invoked an emotion he’s never felt before in either lifetime. 

“Y/N!” He screamed and frantically waved his hands, you looked up at him like he was your savior. You actually felt happy to see Eren despite how weird he’s been acting these past few days. 

“Eren!” You shouted in return. 

He finally dashed up to where you and Armin were, it seemed that the only remaining adult in any of the children's lives was Armin's grandfather. You lost everyone you knew, you felt so alone in the world but seeing your friends; you felt somewhat safe despite the bloodshed you witnessed. 

“How are you feeling?” Eren pulled you to the side, where the others couldn’t hear you. 

“Scared and sick.” Was all that could leave your mouth, you didn’t know what else there was to say, your family got trampled by titans and you were the only survivor of your family. You had no clue how to go on in life, especially this young and helpless. 

Eren was determined to be your savior however, he wanted to save you from this dark place. He was gonna make sure you were never gonna be afraid of the world ever again.

“Don’t worry, I’m gonna kill them all.” He hugged you, you surely needed one. After all, now all you had was Eren right? 

As long as you had him you would never be put in harm's way ever again, this was the promise he will carry out for you. Even if it meant putting the entire world down once again. 

He knew what he was going to do from here on out. He was going to wipe out all the titans and humanity. Because he knew who truly killed your family and everyone else's.

He was going to be your hero.

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They Tell Me That It's Good For Me

Zeke Yeager x f!reader Genre: Smut Notes: It’s hip to be square… Warnings: 18+, dubcon, cheating, violence, murder, mental health issues, vaginal sex. Lmk if I missed any. Words: 4k

Zeke resented his brother, Eren. The brunette being ten years his junior made him wonder who he thinks he is to be telling him what to do. He’s a doctor, and yet Eren seems to think it’s a good idea that he go to therapy? Family therapy, at that. It’s just the two of them sitting in the office on account of their parents being dead. The therapist immediately senses hostility in Zeke. A reluctance to be a part of this ridiculous practice. Eren disagrees, though. His temper around their penthouse recently has been less than pleasurable.

“What does a regular day in the life of Zeke Yeager look like?” the therapist asks. Zeke’s eyes roll so violently, they flutter manically. He adjusts his seating position, pulling up his trousers slightly as he crosses one leg over the other and sinks back into the armchair. He’s a picture of perfect coolness as he rakes his fingers through his hair and thinks about his answer.

A day in the life of Zeke Yeager.

He lives in one of the most expensive properties in the city. The name Zeke Yeager is one of renown and respect. An excellent doctor who studied under his father, Grisha, a title and career he achieved and solidified all before turning twenty-nine. Self-care is very important to Zeke. He likes women, you see, and being in his line of work can be incredibly stressful and taxing on your appearance. He knows every trick and technique to prolong his youth and prevent wrinkles for as long as possible. His morning regime can be gruesome, as if the poor man isn’t tired enough. But it’s all worth it to look how he does.

Not many people see his body under his work uniform, but it’s often a surprise to many when they realise how perfectly sculpted and chiselled he is. Taking care of himself can’t just stop at using specific creams and scrubs on his soft skin to prolong his youth. A balanced diet and exercise play a crucial role in it all, too. The exercise is probably the most irritating part of his morning routine to Eren. For some reason his elder brother insists on playing porno tapes on the TV at full volume while he works out. The sounds of women’s moans incentivise him, apparently. It doesn’t stop it from being irritating, though.

Zeke Yeager is successful in every way that an individual can be. He’s wealthy, he has a good job, good looks that attract enough women to placate his salacious desires. And even a brother who, whilst they annoy each other to the brink of self-detonation, they care for each other.

But it’s not enough for Zeke Yeager. He’s a shell of a man. No matter how much money he has, there’s always someone with more money. Despite him being magnificent at his job, there will always be someone somewhat superior to him. Regardless of which woman he takes to bed, there’s always a man with a sexier woman and a hotter cunt than what he’s going to devour and enjoy.

Zeke Yeager exists, but only barely.

“This was a stupid idea, Eren. I don’t need a shrink, I myself am a doctor, you know.” he talks to his brother in the chair beside his own. Zeke doesn’t get a response, but he notices the therapist begin to scribble down notes in their little book.

“I’d rather you not talk to Eren, Zeke. Focus on me. I’d like you to tell me why you’re here. What has been going on in the last few months?” the therapist speaks. Zeke runs his tongue along his top row of teeth as he contemplates the question. He’d have to ask Eren why they’re here, but now it turns out they aren’t even allowed to speak with each other.

“My life isn’t as interesting as you might think. I work. I go for the occasional drink with colleagues or my brother. I go home and enjoy video tapes and then return them when I’m finished with them.” he explains, prompting the therapist to write down more notes.

“Video tapes. I must say, from what I’ve seen and heard you watch quite a substantial amount of pornography films. Do you think you have a porn addiction?”

“No.”

“No?”

“That’s what I said.”

The therapist takes her time writing his response. It’s quite difficult to make Zeke feel uneasy, but the radio silence for five minutes straight filled with only the sound of a ballpoint scratching on paper fills him with unease. He feels like he’s on trial. Part of him wants to clear his throat, but he doesn’t wish to give the therapist the satisfaction of thinking she’s rattled him. Or worse, she’s won.

“I’d like to know about your sexual history. At what age did you lose your virginity and how frequently do you engage in sexual intercourse?” she asks him. This makes Zeke scoff. It’s not something he cares to divulge with a stranger. He sees Eren scowling at him and shakes his head unimpressed.

“I was seventeen. And I couldn’t say how often, truthfully. I like women, I’d say I have sex more than most.”

“Do you ever pay for it?”

“Is that relevant? I don’t see how that matters.” Zeke answers her question defensively, earning another series of notes appearing on the paper in front of her. “Sometimes I do, yes.” he adds, and she writes it down.

“Outside of sex, what else do you do for fun?”

“I can’t think, right now. I’ve told you a few things, I think we should move on.” he suggests. She smiles, crossing one leg over the other and nodding in agreement. He isn’t sure about therapy; he never has been. The idea of someone getting inside of his mind and trying to unearth secrets and fantasies that he may not even know about himself is terrifying.

“Do you get along with Eren’s fiancé?” she asks. Now Zeke does clear his throat. He unfolds his legs and leans forward in his seat pressing his fingertips against one another as he thinks of how he should answer.

“I don’t think we should discuss this.”

“You have a fiancé, don’t you?” she pushes. Zeke grimaces and nods. This must be why Eren brought him here. He looks over his shoulder in Eren’s direction, and he can barely look at him. He’s been a terrible older brother. So selfish and insufferable. But Zeke has never claimed to be selfless. What Zeke wants, Zeke gets.

“I stole Eren’s fiancé, yes, if we must talk about it then sure. It wasn’t a particularly nice thing to do, but I—” she stops him from saying another word by raising her hand as she writes again. He waits patiently for her to finish so that she can ask another question or wait for him to continue.

“Do you recognise this woman?” she asks as she places a polaroid on the coffee table in front of them. Zeke leans forwards to pick the image up and pushes his glasses further up his nose so he can get a proper look. He shakes his head, placing it back down and pushing it towards her.

“What about this woman? Or this woman? Maybe this one?” she fires off as she places another three images down on the table. He looks at them all intently, once again shaking his head as he pushes them back at her.

“I don’t recognise any of them. What about you, Eren?” he asks his brother, he’s still scowling at them. He thought they were on better terms since he stole you away from him. Apparently not. The therapist clicks her fingers and reminds him not to talk to Eren.

“That’s a shame. I had hoped you could help me, they’re all deceased, you see. Quite grisly murders, actually.” she tells him, not even looking at him as she focuses on her note taking. It scares Zeke to hear. Four women murdered. It’s a scary world to live in. It’s enough to encourage him to light up a cigarette and get comfier in his seat as he digests the information.

“That’s horrible. All the same killer, you think? Or—”

“What do you like to do for fun, Zeke?” the therapist asks him again. His eyes scrunch as he wonders if he heard her right. Haven’t they been over this already? Why does she keep asking?

“I… I enjoy eating. There is a restaurant in the city that is difficult to get on the guest list for, but they usually make an exception for my colleagues and I. That could be considered fun.” he tells her. She doesn’t bother writing it down, which makes him feel like he’s said something boring. Or something wrong entirely.

“I assume you and your fiancé have a considerable amount of sex? How much, would you say?” she queries. Zeke scratches his beard as he thinks about it. He pushes his glasses a little way up his nose, again, before answering.

“Not as much recently. Three times a week, possibly? Work is exhausting. I’d never be off her if I had the choice.” he confesses. That is something she deems necessary to write down. She even pouts as she does, like she’s really concentrating on getting every single word perfect.

“Do you cheat on her? You sometimes pay for prostitutes, have you done that since you became engaged?” she asks him. He looks down, awkwardly, and concentrates on the sounds of his bones cracking as he crushes his knuckles. He sighs, though, preparing to answer yet again.

“Unfortunately I do. I’m not proud of it, it doesn’t mean I love her any less.” he explains, trying his very best to justify himself and his abhorrent behaviour. She’s writing yet again. He notices the way her eyes harshen when she’s writing something particularly juicy, otherwise her brows remain relaxed and her eyes almost appear lifeless.

“What do you do for fun, Zeke?”

“Why do you—? Music, I like listening to music at home. Dancing and a few drinks with the right music on is fun, for me.”

“Those four women were prostitutes.” she announces casually, scribbling some more and not making any form of eye contact as she speaks. Zeke’s jaw hangs low as he comes to realise what might be happening here.

“I feel like you’re accusing me of something.” he tells her. She doesn’t confirm nor deny. She simply keeps her eyes fixated on him as he begins to awkwardly laugh under her intimidating glare.

“Could you tell me about the first time you had sexual intercourse with your fiancé?”

Oh boy, could he. But should he? Would you approve of him diving into the intimate intricacies of your relationship and what you get up to between the sheets? It’ll be fine, he thinks, patient doctor confidentiality is a requirement. He knows that just as well as she does.

Eren had brought you home for the first time to introduce you to his brother. Zeke couldn’t believe how beautiful you were. From head to toe you were a total knockout. How a shit bag like Eren bagged a girl like you, he’ll never know. You spent the evening getting to know more about each other. About their family and their relationship with one another. It was sweet, you thought.

Zeke couldn’t keep his eyes off you, and it didn’t go unnoticed. Eren was the same, you were the only one who realised how intensely the brothers were staring at you. But of course, you didn’t comment on it. Instead, the three of you drank more and more. You drank the least, but it was still enough to feel tipsy.

Eren drank the most and he blacked out completely. Zeke had to carry him from the dining room chair to his bedroom. He landed on the soft mattress and bounced a little when Zeke let him fall from his arms.

“I think you like me, Zeke.” you said. He smirked immediately and you noticed his face go a little red. You stepped a little closer towards him, unable to keep away from his magnetic charm. “Am I… right? To think that.” you questioned. He shook his head, you were perfectly correct.

“I like the idea of bending you over and seeing what you look like stuffed full of me. If that means I like you, sure, I like you. But you’re with my little brother. I’m wondering why you’d ask a question like that when you’re engaged to him. Do you like me, too?”

You stood closer to him, wanting that to answer his question. It does. His hands moved around your neck and then one held the back of your head as he landed his lips on yours. It became heated quite quickly. Both of your hearts racing with adrenaline as you knew Eren could have woken up at any moment. He picked you up and made you wrap your legs around his waist so that he could carry you to his own bedroom.

You were set down and he pushed your body against his floor to ceiling mirror in his room. He dropped to the balls of his feet and then onto his knees, pulling your panties from underneath your skirt and tossing them over his shoulder. He nuzzled his face between your thighs and began to lick at your delicate, petalled flesh. Your little pearl was at his mercy, your hips bucking and stuttering with each suckle and slurp. He looked up at you, face and beard sparkling with pussy juice.

“Turn around, look at yourself.” he demanded. You did, and watched your own body as he began to undress you. He whispered under his breath. Mostly about how beautiful you were. He loved the way your face contorted when he spanked your ass. So, he did it again, and again, and again. “You look gorgeous when you hurt.”

That’s when he decided to soak his cock with your juices. He slid it up and down between your folds to make sure he was wet enough for you to take. He smoothed your hair back so you could both look at your face when he began to tear you apart with his thick cock.

“That’s it. Good girl, how’s the stretch feeling?”

“It— It hurts so good.” you moaned for him. It made him smile cockily. Of course it does. It was just what he wanted to hear.

He loved the way your jaw hung low and eyes were almost fully white as he ploughed into your little cunt. He adored that you didn’t care how fucking loud you were moaning on him, it didn’t bother you that Eren was in the next room. It was euphoric when you began to tighten on him like the little whore you are. You angled your body slightly so that you could face him. Kiss him. He was hitting your sweet spot so perfectly, you scratched down his defined back and earned a cat-like hiss from your soon to be brother in law.

“Fucking bitch, are you gonna cum?” he asked. You nodded like a fool. So damn close. He watched your pretty O face as you hit your peak. It was an inspired idea that he had decided to fuck you in front of the mirror. He doesn’t think he would have been able to examine your reactions and responses as perfectly as he did if he was facing you directly.

He didn’t let you relax as you came down from your high, though. He held your head in place and insisted you look at him as he fills your cunt up with himself. He’s giving you everything he has, the least you can do is admire him as he does so.

“You came in her?” the therapist asks, Zeke nods a little too proudly in front of his sibling. “Interesting.”

“Is it?”

“Did you cum in these four women that you fucked?” she asks him as she spreads the photographs out on the coffee table for a second time. He leans forward and looks at them again. He only shrugs his shoulders, though.

“Maybe. It’s likely. I don’t usually like to pull out or wear protection.” he tells her. She writes that down. Zeke isn’t afraid anymore, he’s starting to get agitated. “How much longer is this session?”

“What do you do for fun, Zeke?”

“Are you aware of how many times you’ve asked me this question?” he answers her question with his own. He pushes his hair back again as he slinks back into his seat. She isn’t done with him, though, he can tell that much by her demeanour.

“That’s not how things ended with your fiancé though, is it? How did it end?”

“Eren here caught us, unsurprisingly.”

“That isn’t what I was referring to. He wouldn’t have caught you if your fiancé wasn’t screaming.”

“Screaming?”

“Screaming, Zeke. Don’t you remember?” he shakes his head at her question. He remembers nothing of the sort. She didn’t scream. He would remember that. Wouldn’t he? He’d remember if she was screaming. “I think you’re confused. Are you confused, Zeke?”

“Very. I wouldn’t make her scream, only in a good way. Why would she be screaming?” he questions. She flips through her notebook and leans her body forward so that Zeke knows she’s reading directly to him.

“She claims the sex was indeed consensual. She instigated it and she enjoyed it until the screaming started. Can’t you remember? Can’t you try and remember why she was screaming?” she talks at him, he shakes his head again. His mind is blank. Is he going insane? “You’ve been referring to her as your fiancé. She’s nothing of the sort. You don’t have sex three times a week, you had sex that one time.”

“No,”

“Yes, Zeke,” she insists as she flips through her notes again. Instead of reading, she had another polaroid image to show him. “Might this jog your memory?” she asks, placing it above the other images.

It’s you. All bloody and cut to ribbons. He can’t believe what he’s seeing. You’re so beautiful but so broken. Who could do this to you?

“Jesus, what happened to her? Can I see her?”

“What do you do for fun, Zeke?”

“Stop asking me that! I want to know what happened to my fiancé! I need to see her!” he raises his voice, momentarily standing from his seat before the therapists scalding glare forces him back into his seat.

“You happened to her. Shall I read her statement to you?” she queries, flipping through her papers until she finds your handwriting. She clears her throat as she prepares to speak. Zeke looks terrified. He doesn’t know you or himself. “We were flirting discretely over dinner. When Eren went to bed it got more intense and I knew I wanted to have sex with him, so we did. We were against the mirror in his bedroom and he performed oral sex on me. He made me look at myself as we had sex and it was pleasant. Until he snapped. I think the change happened when I scratched his back. He started calling me names and he became rougher with me. As he began to climax, he pushed my head against the mirror and told me that I need to see how a whore takes his cum. He didn’t stop pushing and that’s when I started screaming. He pushed so hard that the glass broke, shards entering and slicing the skin on my face. That’s when Eren came in.”

She finishes speaking and looks at Zeke incredulously. He doesn’t know what to say. He can’t believe you would tell such a vicious lie. Are you trying to ruin him to save your reputation? You’re his fiancé now, why would you do such a thing?

“I wouldn’t— I would not do that.”

“What do you like to do for fun?”

“Are you listening to me? I did not fucking hurt that girl, I love her. We’re happy.” Zeke expressed pathetically. It was obvious to him that she wasn’t buying it, though. But who was she going to believe? Women stick together in times like these.

“What happened between you and Eren when he found the two of you?”

“We argued but, everything is fine now, right Eren?” Zeke asks his brother. He simply shakes his head, remaining completely silent as he does. “I don’t— I don’t understand what is happening.”

“Are you sure you don’t remember what you did to her? Or if you slept with these prostitutes?” she goads him, but he shakes his head in utter refusal. When will this end? “You aren’t yourself right now, Zeke.”

“Fuck you.” he spits at her. She only smiles.

“Do you remember hurting your brother?”

“Aren’t therapists supposed to help people? Are you trying to make me lose my mind?”

“He came in to see what all of the ruckus was about when his fiancé was screaming. You picked up a huge shard of mirror glass and pinned him to the armchair and stabbed him again and again. You don’t remember killing your brother?” she explains. He scoffs at that.

“Eren isn’t dead, he’s right here. Are you stupid?”

“Zeke, tell me what you like doing for fun.”

“No! What the fuck is the matter with you? You’re making up lies about my fiancé and my brother.”

“This girl here was stabbed. This one was chased and murdered with a chainsaw. This one was shot. This one was strangled. And you were the last person to see them all alive, after paying them for sex.”

“I don’t care about them. I care about why the fuck you just told me my brother is dead.” he barks. She shakes her head and stares at him.

“You tried to kill Eren’s fiancé. She managed to get away and call the police. But it was too late for Eren, he’s dead.” she tells him yet again. He almost growls at her answer, unable to believe she’s still speaking so cruelly to him and his brother.

“Are you blind? He’s here. He’s literally right fucking h—” Zeke has to pause as he turns to face his brother one final time. He isn’t sitting beside him pulling sarcastic faces and refusing to speak. He isn’t disgusted with him after the therapist had dredged up their past and betrayals.

No.

Eren is dead. He is right next to Zeke, but he is dead. His head drooping backwards over the back of the arm chair with dozens of stab wounds in his neck and even more on his shoulders and down to his stomach. The large mirror shard is still lodged in his younger siblings’ neck. His head moves rigidly so he can face the therapist. He looks down at the coffee one final time. He remembers you. You only met one time and he fucked you stupid. He remembers smashing your head into the mirror. He remembers how badly he needed you and how tight you were around his cock. He’s even starting to remember the prostitutes. At this point, he’s crying. Not because he’s sad, he’s laughing maniacally. It’s all coming back.

Fuck.

Every single thing is coming back to him, now.

“What do you like to do for fun, Zeke?” she asks, one final time. He manages to still his laughter as he wipes away his tears. He has an answer for her now. He finally has an answer he thinks she’s going to like.

“I like killing people,” he laughs softly, smoking a cigarette he lights up. A cigarette he feels may be his final one for a long time. “I like killing people, for fun.”

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[ PAIRING ] Zeke Yeager x f!reader [ AUTHOR'S NOTE ] This is the result of my NYE survey. Big thanks to everyone that submitted a response. I couldn't have done this without you guys! [SYNOPSIS ] After your secular boyfriend breaks up with you, the pastor's son invites you to a New Year's Eve party in hopes of distracting you from your heartache. [ WORD COUNT ] 5.5k [ CONTENT ] Modern AU, predator/prey vibes, y/n is inexperienced, anxiety, manipulation, sacrilege, alcohol, binge drinking, dubcon (drunk sex, Zeke's manipulative), pet name (bunny, good girl), angst without a happy ending, he sucks on y/n's tits, rough sex, oral sex (f receiving), brief assplay, spanking, degradation (slut), creampie.

Thick drops of rain assaulted the church windows as you tried to listen to Pastor Grisha. They sounded solid, like each drop was a shard of gravel trying to break through the weathered glass. The continuous sharp tapping overwhelmed you, taking over your brain with ease. You were primed for a mindless distraction after hyperfocusing on your breakup.

You had spent the previous days mourning your relationship. Your secular boyfriend, Levi, had left you for greener pastures. You assumed he was tired of your cautious nature and your goody two-shoes existence. Levi wasn’t a “bad boy” by any means. But you suspected he wanted someone with a little bite to them. You were too tame, too soft. He had told you he would only end up hurting you if you stayed together. "Maybe I want to get hurt,” you pathetically cried out in protest.

Despite Levi’s intentions the breakup ended up hurting you, every second an unbearable ache. It left you desperate to focus on anything else and it seemed the rain tapping against the church windows would fill the gaping hole he left in your life.

“Oh,” a voice chirped as a sopping wet hooded figure entered the sanctuary of the chapel. “My bad.”

The pastor let out a hearty sigh and continued on with his sermon. The squeals of the figure’s wet rain boots filled the room, overtaking the sound of the heavy rain. You turned around and saw a very damp Zeke Yeager.

He had just pulled off the hood of his raincoat. It was partially unzipped, his Sunday best barely holding on underneath it. The top buttons of his shirt were undone, a whisper of sensuality.

He made his way down the pews and glanced at you, flashing a little smile. You had been too obvious with your ogling and now you had to suffer the consequences.

Zeke casually took a seat next to you. You wiped your red-rimmed eyes and hoped you didn’t look like you’d spent the entire morning crying. You mouthed a quiet “hi” and pretended to be absorbed in the sermon’s teachings.

Every so often your eyes would briefly drift over to Zeke. His ash-blonde hair was tousled and half-dry from the relentless storm. He smelled like an expensive pine candle; you couldn’t help but lean in a little closer so you could take in his scent.

Your heart fluttered when he removed his raincoat, revealing his closely fitted white button down shirt. He unfastened the wrists and rolled up his sleeves, giving you a good look at his toned forearms. It was like everything he did was to simply entice you, to draw you in. You kicked yourself for being so easy and pathetic. You had known Zeke for years, or rather known of him. He was rather popular, as the pastor’s son was likely to be, and on friendly terms with just about everyone. Like yes, you had a bit of a crush on him but so did everyone else! He was cute and charming in a dorky kind of way. No one could resist him.

But this moment was different. You never felt like you needed him. Suddenly you wanted to go on a date with him and watch a fucked up movie with lots of nudity and swearing and violence. You wanted to kiss him on the mouth and actually have an orgasm. Maybe one day you’d marry him and you’d lead an idyllic, peaceful life in some scenic town.

You shook your head and breathed deep, wrestling yourself away from your fantasies. As you went to refocus your attention on the pastor you realized the sermon had ended.

“That was a boring one,” Zeke said, laughing. He was reclined in the pew, head hanging back. He was gazing up at the popcorn ceiling.

You shouldn’t have been startled, but you were. “Hm?! Um… yeah. I mean, I wasn’t paying… uh, paying attention really.”

His gaze turned to you, grey eyes peering into yours.

“Tsk, tsk. I always thought you were such a good girl.” The honeyed tone of the last two words swept you off your feet. He continued, “You did look distracted though. Is something going on?”

You didn’t say anything, hoping that maybe he would forget he asked the question. He waited before asking, “Are you okay?”

The three words no one uttered to you until this very moment. You briefly hesitated to answer before your heart sprang forth with a rush of repressed emotions. You told Zeke everything about Levi: how he thought you were too sweet, too religious, and how you refused to fuck him again after the first time was too painful and unrewarding. You cried about how lost you felt, how you felt trapped by your feelings, how all you wanted was someone that was devoted and faithful.

And he listened and nodded attentively, taking in your every word. His gaze was empathetic yet calculating, and easy to get lost in. The longer you stared into them, the more you felt yourself being pulled in his direction. It was dizzying. You felt like the walls were closing in around you.

“It’s funny you mention that,” he said, sniffling. “I actually just got out of a relationship as well.”

Your eyes widened. “Really?”

He nodded. “She wanted to move too fast. And she said I was too devoted to God. It hurt my feelings, but what am I going to do? Break up with Jesus?”

You laughed and wiped away a tear from the corner of your eye. It was funny, but his words felt hollow.

“She should’ve known you’d be such a committed shepherd. Your daddy is the pastor… Like what does she expect?”

Zeke licked his lips. “Exactly,” he sniped.

His eyes trailed down your body. They lingered on your breasts and then your legs. Instinctively you covered yourself, feeling far too exposed by his gaze.

“You know,” he said slyly, “what the best cure for a broken heart is?”

“No.” You gulped. “I don’t know.”

He leaned in. “My parents are throwing a New Year’s Eve party. You should come over.”

“I should?”

“Yeah,” he said grinning. “We’ll party the night away and forget about our exes. It’ll be the perfect distraction.”

“I don’t know,” you sighed.

“Do you have something better to do?” He asked haughtily.

“... No.” You bit your bottom lip in a desperate attempt to be cute or coy. “Where do you live?”

Zeke gave you his address and left the room without saying goodbye. You hated how disorienting he was. It was like time slowed down when he was near, almost like his flaxen hair and boyish looks were of Luciferian nature. It was a little unsettling. But you figured the crush you had on him was the cause. Of course you’d feel uneasy around the object of your affection! It was natural. A few perceptual distortions were to be expected.

It was grueling having to wait for New Year’s Eve. You wanted to see Zeke sooner than that, but you didn’t want to seem pushy and scare him off. You weren’t sure that you’d ever have a chance with someone so pious ever again.

When the night came you dressed cute but casual, opting for a tennis skirt with thick knit socks, a sweatshirt, and a big coat to shield you from the winter night’s cruel chill. On the way over you mentally rehearsed various conversations so you wouldn’t say anything stupid around his parents.

Zeke’s house was bigger than you were anticipating. Music blared out the windows, the bass thumping at an ungodly volume. There was someone throwing up on the lawn. You saw a few girls you knew from church sitting on the curb and drooling into the storm drain while sharing a single cigarette. To say you were shocked was putting it lightly. This was not what you were expecting.

You knocked on the door and tried to calm yourself, anticipating either Pastor Grisha or his wife, Carla, to greet you.

“You’re finally here!” Zeke said, forcing his drink into your hand as he opened the door. “Take a sip. You need to catch up.”

He was drunk and wearing sunglasses for some unknown reason.

“I… What?” You asked sweetly.

“Drink up, buttercup.”

“No thank you.” You handed his drink back to him.“Where are your parents? Is this their party?”

You knew it wasn’t theirs, but you wanted to make sure. Plus you weren’t really sure what to say. You were floundering as it was.

“No, their party is happening like three towns over,” he answered. “This is mine.”

“Oh,” you said, clenching and unclenching your fist. “Cool! I… Wow. I didn’t know everyone… did this stuff.”

“Sorry we can’t all be as innocent and as pure as you,” Zeke joked.

“No! It’s not—I just—it’s surprising. I assumed everyone else was more tame I guess.”

You felt silly and small, and wanted to leave. But Zeke’s presence drew you in.

“Well you can be surprised by the bar. Let’s do some shots.”

He guided you through the party, weaving through undulating blobs of people coagulating in the most inconvenient places. The kitchen was crowded, but everyone made room for you and Zeke. He opened a cabinet and grabbed an ornate bottle of mezcal. You pretended to know exactly what it was when he handed a shot of it to you.

“It’s gonna burn a little, but you’ll love it. I promise.”

“I don’t know… What if your parents come home?”

“They won’t.”

You gritted your teeth. “I shouldn’t.”

“Don’t you wanna forget about Levi?” He asked. “Live it up.”

“But it’s a sin, Zeke. ‘And do not get drunk on wine which leads to debauchery. Instead be filled with the Spirit.’”

You kicked yourself for dropping a bible quote.

“God created this so we could enjoy it. He made it so we can feel good. Why would God create mezcal if we’re not supposed to drink a shit ton of it?”

You paused because you wanted to believe him. “You do have a point.”

“Plus, bunny, I’m doing it. Me. The pastor’s son. So it’s fine. Nothing I do is a sin. Let’s just have a good night.”

His seemingly intoxicated logic was hilarious and heretical so you went along with it. On the count of three you both slammed the shot. He was right. It burned like hell, but he seemed to be impressed by your ability to drink it so you asked for another. He was more than happy to oblige.

“Told ya,” he said, filling your shot glass.

You shrugged, trying to act cool. “You said I needed to catch up so you know.”

You knew you were overestimating your tolerance, but you wanted to have fun and keep impressing Zeke. You gulped down the mezcal, wincing slightly as it singed your throat. Your eyes welled with tears.

“Aw. I didn’t realize I was dealing with a crybaby,” he teased.

“It hurts, alright?!” You cleared your throat and wiped away your tears. “I’d like another please.”

He poured you another sizable shot. He tilted his head and stared at you googly-eyed as you downed it without question.

“You’re incredible. Do one more,” he purred.

You took three more shots in front of him, finally cutting yourself off when you felt like the back of your throat was thoroughly corroded.

“How ya feeling?” He asked, hip checking you harder than you would have expected.

“Fuzzy. But great and fun and… nice. I gotta pee though. Where’s your bathroom?”

He laughed. “Down the hall, it’s the third door on the right.”

“Okay. Will you stay here and wait for me?” You asked, urgency brewing in your voice. “Please?”

“Yeah, yeah. You got it, bunny.”

He sounded distracted, but you wanted to believe the drunk blonde had your best interests at heart and would keep his word. As you ran off in the direction of the bathroom you overheard Zeke holler, “Run, little rabbit, run.”

Of course by the time you returned he was gone. Your stomach dropped and suddenly you felt like you were underwater, struggling to breathe. Every face was a blur, a terror. Everywhere you turned was unfamiliar and pushed you further into the depths of intoxication. Zeke was nowhere to be found. Though occasionally you could have sworn you’d see him, lurking around with his grey eyes penetrating you like poison-tipped arrows.

“Have you guys suh—seen Zeke an—anywhere?” You slurred to a group of people you thought you recognized.

“Uh, no,” one replied, eyebrow cocked and voice filled with annoyance.

“S—sorry,” you mumbled before running off like a wounded animal.

You found a relatively quiet corner and tried to pull yourself together. Your palms were clammy and you felt like your face was on fire. The room was spinning and it was like you were hovering an inch above the ground. Nothing in this moment had a hint of stability. There was nothing to hold onto, no way to stay grounded.

“What am I doing? What am I doing? What am I doing?” You repeated like the world’s least helpful mantra.

You thought of every piece of media where a wild party occurred. You scoured your memories for good examples of how to act, how to handle yourself. You didn’t have much to go off of; your sheltered upbringing made your hazy attempt a bust.

You stared into the crowd, thinking maybe if you saw someone familiar you’d be able to wing it. Common ground would surely save you. It took you about ten minutes, but you finally spied someone you definitely knew from church.

You yelled from across the room, “Yelena!”

Your screech startled her, but she smiled and waved you over. She gave you a hug and it felt like someone strapped a lifevest to you. You didn’t want to leave her embrace.

“How’s it going?” She asked.

“Ummm, not great. I mean… it’s fine. I’m o—okay.”

“I didn’t know you drank.”

“I don’t. Well, I do now. But this is m—my first time,” you stammered, almost like you were afraid of this newly adopted hedonism.

“You’re going pretty hard for your first time.”

“Oh! I’m just trying to keep up with, uh, Zeke, you know?”

She gave you a quizzical look and sighed. “Watch yourself around him,” she said ominously.

“Why?”

She shook her head. “Never mind. Don’t worry about it. I have to go.”

She walked away, leaving you with the group of strangers she had been hanging out with. None of them exuded the warmth Yelena had so you wandered off in search of other people to leach comfort from.

Comfort was found in the form of Zeke’s borzoi, Ymir. She was sequestered in his parents’ room, away from the swirling chaos happening downstairs. Their room was an oasis, your savior found after wandering Zeke’s house for what felt like hours. Your mouth was dry and stingy and the sight of their private bathroom nearly made you cry. You stumbled over to it and shoved your head under the sink, taking an hysterical slurp of cool water.

You looked in the mirror and gasped as your red-eyed, dazed expression stared back at you.

“This is bad,” you drawled.

There was some strange comfort in stating the obvious. You crawled on the floor and sat next to Ymir.

“What am I gonna do?” You wrapped an arm around the dog and looked at her. “Ymir, what am I supposed to do?”

She said nothing and licked the tip of your nose.

“Okay. Th–thanks I guess.”

The two of you sat in silence. The only noise was the muffled music that rumbled throughout the house. You dragged your hand down Ymir’s back, relishing in the softness of her lush fur. It wasn’t peaceful, but it was close enough. You didn’t feel as fearful, your face no longer burning. The tension that had bloomed in your shoulders subsided, leaving you pliable. You slumped a little, back supported by the cool wall. This was your sanctuary.

“Maybe th—” you swallowed a gag, “this is heaven on earth… Isn’t it? Close enough,” you mindlessly rambled to no one in a drunken haze.

You usually weren’t one to exaggerate exaltation so blatantly, but you were turning over a new leaf this year. Maybe things would be alright after all.

Just as you were finally enjoying your intoxication a knock on the door brought you back to the harshness of reality. The door slowly opened, its hinges squeaking without mercy. You stared at the doorway, your face losing all color. The anticipation was killing you.

“There you are, bunny.”

It was Zeke. You could barely hide your excitement and relief.

“Where have you been? I was looking for you everywhere.”

Ymir got up and bolted for the door unceremoniously, pushing past Zeke’s dominating form. You looked down at your jacket which was coated in her white fur.

“Around,” he said, shutting the door behind him.

“You said you were gonna wait for me.”

“I say a lot of things.”

You pouted. “I felt stupid, running around looking for you.”

Zeke took a seat on his parents’ bed. He looked down at you and smirked.

“Poor thing. I’m here now though so you can relax.”

Relaxing seemed impossible, even with explicit permission. It was strange. You had spent so much time searching for Zeke, desperate to see his heavenly presence. But now that he was near you, you felt a disturbing sense of unease.

“What were you even doing?” You asked, the words like slow molasses dripping off your tongue.

“Looking for you! And making sure my guests were having fun. This is my party. I have to be a good host. You’re not the center of the universe, bunny.”

You stared at the carpet. “Yeah.”

“The quicker you realize that, the quicker you can escape this pathetic depressive episode of yours.”

“Pathetic?”

Zeke chuckled. “C’mon. Look at you.”

You stared at your coat caked with Ymir’s fur.

“You can’t expect to find a God fearing man if this is how you are.” He nudged you with his foot. “Depressed. Insecure. A sloppy drunk. A tease.”

“I… That’s n—not me. I’m not—”

He cut you off. “Are you not drunk right now?”

“Yeah, but—”

“You’re not thinking clearly.”

He was right. Your thoughts were a jumbled mess. It was possible you didn’t know yourself. It was possible that you would drink like this again, and maybe even with Zeke. You were certainly insecure, especially under these circumstances. The party was a wild terrain you barely survived. But a tease? That wasn’t accurate.

“Nnn—not a tease.”

“You stayed with Levi even though you knew you would never fuck him again.”

“That… Wait. I stayed with him becau—” you swallowed the spit that had been collecting in your mouth, “I love him.”

“You didn’t love him.”

Tears welled up in your eyes. “I did love him.”

“You can’t even get the words out without slurring,” Zeke snarked. “You don’t need to lie to me, bunny. You can trust me.”

Bunny stung every time he said it, like a needle forcing its way into your vein.

“C’mere,” he said, pulling out a pint of vodka from the void that was his pants pocket. He cracked open the bottle and took a sniff. “Let’s have more fun.”

You crawled over to Zeke and sat in front of him, legs crossed like a child awaiting instruction.

“Get in between my knees.”

“Zeke, th—that’ll look really really bad if so…someone sees.”

“Don’t think about it.”

You crawled closer to him and positioned yourself between his long, toned legs. You sat with your knees tucked under you which caused you great discomfort. You didn’t want him to get the wrong idea. He reached down, lifting your chin.

“Open your mouth and get ready to drink.”

You swallowed hard and tried to ignore the tears still trickling from your eyes.

“Don’t choke now,” he said, as he poured the vodka into your mouth.

Your swallowing was a success and you avoided asphyxiating, but your chin and chest were soaked with vodka.

“Oh no, will you look at your clothes?” Zeke asked with mock concern.

You pulled off your wet coat, hoping it would have got the brunt of your spill. But no. Your sweatshirt was also vodka stained.

“Dang,” you muttered.

Zeke patted the bed, signaling you to take a seat next to him. You got up and tried to make yourself comfortable. To feel the heat of his body against yours made the muscles in your legs burn. It was becoming clear running away from him was the best course of action, but your brain was soaking in a vat of mezcal and vodka. Anxiety shot through every vein as his arm brushed up against yours. It was like being locked in a room with a pack of wolves. In a panic you quickly imagined the situation, four wolves deep. Little movements and expecting the worst but hoping for the best. The goal is unceremonious: survive.

You sat in a daze, trying to make sense of your previous thoughts only to get lost in your shitty metaphor.

“You should take off your sweater,” Zeke said, rousing you.

He tugged on your sweatshirt, a boyish grin adorned his face.

“Mmmmno. I don’t have anything on underneath it.”

“Who cares? We’re going to fuck each other anyway. You might as well get undressed.”

“That’s deplor—depolar—deplorable,” you drunkenly hissed. “In Pastor Grisha’s r—room? Of all places?”

You paused, unable to speak through your shock.

“Zeke Yeager,” you continued. “That is so disrespec—like not okay to do. I mean, wow…. Us? Yo—you and me? Suuuuure. Okay.” You snorted. “No. I mean, maybe. But like no. I mean, I do kinda hav—”

“I know you have a crush on me, bunny.”

“You—you do?”

“I saw the way you were looking at me on Sunday.”

You tried to think if you stared at him that much. You remember glancing at him more than a few times, but you couldn’t have been that obvious.

“You were staring at me. Your eyes were filled with lust.”

“I’m… don’t think so. I was definitely looking at you, but like only two seconds at a time. Like a lil’ gl—glance.”

“Why would I lie about this?”

“Um… I don’t know.”

You couldn’t think of any good reason. You did think he was adorable. Maybe you had been staring at him. You dragged your thumb along your vodka soaked sweatshirt.

“You know you want to,” he purred. “That cannot be comfortable.”

You relented and pulled off your sweatshirt.

“Take your bra off too,” he said, eyes flat like a shark’s.

“Uhhh,” you mumbled as you unhooked your bra and let it fall from your shoulders.

You let out a tiny whine as the chilled air teased your nipples.

“I bet you’d make the cutest noises if you let me suck on your tits.”

His words left you in a daze of disgust and desire. Because you didn’t put up a fight, Zeke took your breast in his mouth and rolled his tongue against your erect nipple. Warm waves of joy enrobed your body. Your sweet moans filled the room. He rubbed your other nipple between his fingers and continued to suck. His other hand had worked its way under your skirt.

“Zeke, we can’t,” you said, pushing him away.

“Yes, we can. Give me one good reason why we can’t.”

“It’s… Your dad.” You groaned, frustrated that talking took so much effort. “He will be so mad at us.”

“He’ll never know.”

“An—and it’s a sin,” you added.

“Bunny,” he said softly before cupping your face in his hands, “If God didn’t want us to fuck, why did He make it feel so good? Why even give us these bodies?”

His fingers reeked of cigarette smoke. The smell was distracting.

“I—”

“How could something that feels that good be wrong? It can’t.”

“No. Like… I stole a piece of candy once as a kid, right? And it felt great, bu—but like… it was still against the law. Me liking it didn’t… didn’t, uh, change that.”

Zeke covered your mouth. “You are so much more fuckable when you shut the fuck up.”

The walls were closing in on you.

“You said you wanted to be with someone more faithful and devoted to the Lord. I’m the perfect guy, bunny.”

It felt strange to have your words used against you. But Zeke had to be right. He seemed to be the ideal boyfriend even if there was an undercurrent of salaciousness to his behavior.

“I could make you feel so much better than Levi.”

His words were beguiling. The more he spoke, the more convincing he was. You were getting worn down by his persuasion.

“Promise?”

“I’d never lie to you,” he replied, words syrupy.

His eyes didn’t match the tone of his voice. They were dark, heavy and obscured. You couldn’t read them, but you knew something wasn’t right. Sadly you didn’t know enough to heed your intuition. You chose to believe Zeke.

You leaned in and kissed him, taking his bottom lip in between yours. He grabbed your breast as he slipped his tongue into your mouth. His mouth tasted acrid, potent with alcohol and cigarettes.

Zeke’s hands made their way to your waist and unbuttoned your skirt, taking his time to pull the zipper down. It was like he was trying to savor every second he had you ensnared. He pulled your skirt off of you and tossed it across the room, far from your reach. He held your bottom lip between his teeth and he rubbed your cunt through your underwear.

You tugged at his shirt, but he quickly pushed your hands away. He broke the kiss and said, “Get on your hands and knees.”

“Okay,” you mewled, adjusting your position.

He got behind you and peeled away your underwear.

“Arch your back for me.”

You swallowed your nerves and obeyed. He swiped his tongue along your folds. The tip of it grazed your clit and you let out a short, high pitched whine. He chuckled before giving your clit a long, languid lick.

“Zeke,” you moaned.

“You like that, huh? Did Levi ever make you feel like that?”

He licked your throbbing clit once more. You grabbed ahold of the duvet and dug your fingers into it.

“N—no,” you muttered.

Zeke smacked your ass, the ache radiating throughout your body. “Louder.”

“No!”

“Good girl,” he said before rolling his tongue against your clit.

You felt yourself collapsing under the weight of your arousal. You hung your head and choked back a moan. Your legs were weak. Waves of warmth reverberated through your body, pushing you closer to the edge. It was a strange sensation. Levi had never gotten you this close before.

“Wa—want more,” you slurred in between your breathy moans.

Zeke forced his thumb into your ass as he rolled his tongue against your pulsing clit. You whined his name as you arched your back more. Your body tensed up as he held his tongue against your clit.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you moaned as your orgasm consumed you.

The tension in your body melted away and you let your body collapse against the mattress.

“Why are you apologizing?”

“Ugh.” You buried your face into a pillow. “I just.”

“Use your words,” he said coldly.

“I wanted to last longer, you know?”

He laughed. “Don’t be an idiot. Get up.”

You sighed and sat up, averting his gaze.

“I need you to do something for me, bunny.”

“Whaaaaaat?”

He pointed to his face, his lips and chin coated in your arousal. “You left behind quite the mess. You need to lick it up.”

“Oh, um, okay.”

You leaned in and cupped his face in your hands. You dragged your tongue against his jaw and chin. It was soft for the most part, but there was a hint of stubble. You moved onto his cheeks and then to the tip of his nose. You kissed him on the lips against running your tongue along them. He seemed pleased with your work and wordlessly got up, strutting into the bathroom. You took a deep breath and laid back down. He turned on the sink, and loudly mentioned something about your asshole being pretty clean. You tried to tune him out.

Zeke returned completely naked, his toned body immediately grabbing your attention.

“Impressed?” He said.

You gazed at his erect cock, the tip of it pink and throbbing. It almost looked pained, desperate for the sweet embrace of your cunt.

“Uh-huh,” you said as he got on top of you.

“Flip over,” he growled.

You rolled over onto your stomach.

“Ass up. Now.”

You heeded his word and raised your ass up. Zeke grabbed ahold of his cock and guided it into you. You held your breath and he pushed the tip in deeper. You weren’t sure you could take it all, but you said nothing. He continued to push his cock further inside you, letting out a deep groan once he bottomed out. You again found yourself grabbing ahold of the bedding, clutching the fabric with your fists.

“Oh fuck, you’re so tight,” he said as he began to thrust.

You thanked God it didn’t hurt as much as the first time. It actually felt good to be stretched out by Zeke’s thick cock. His thrusts were smooth and deep. Even the tip of his cock grazing your cervix was bewitching.

“Your cock feels s’good,” you slurred.

“Oh? Does my little slut like getting fucked like a dog?” He asked through a clenched jaw.

You felt yourself tearing up. You wanted to say no. But you couldn’t deny the ardor festering deep inside you, infecting every inch of your pious being. Zeke had overtaken you. You were in his clutches. He had spent the night pursuing you, wounding you, and now he was finally able to collect your body.

“Y—yes,” you mewled.

“Pitiful. You’re disgusting,” he said as he grabbed onto your hips.

His thrusts were more wild and lost their rhythm. He slammed his cock into the depths of your cunt, desperate for friction. You felt like an object, like your participation was nil. Zeke was molding your body to his liking, manipulating it into his favored forms.

Your back was arched to the limit by his urging. You wanted him and God to see just what you were capable of. You wanted them to see how depraved you could get. He kept one of his calloused hands on the back of your neck, forcing your head into a feather-filled pillow.

“I thought you would have put up more of a fight,” he taunted.

His cock slammed into your cervix. You yelped helplessly.

“But you made it so easy,” he groaned. “I thought a God fearing girl like you would require a bit more finesse, but nope.”

He leaned closer and whispered in your ear, “Look at you. Getting fucked like a depraved slut in the pastor’s bed. How does it feel?”

He grabbed a chunk of your hair and lifted your head slightly.

“Good,” you moaned.

“Just good? Don’t lie to me, bunny. Tell me how it really feels.”

“It feels like heaven,” you whined.

Zeke let out a deep groan and fucked you harder and harder. You felt like you were his doll. He had caught you, had claimed you, and now he owned you. You were his toy, if only in this moment.

“Think of how disappointed my father would be to hear that.”

“Zeeeeeeeeke,” you whined, “don’t.”

“What? Does it make you uncomfortable?”

You didn’t answer and instead focused on Zeke’s raging erection and the precum it was leaking into your womb. His thrusts were growing more and more desperate. He held onto your hips, digging his fingers into the tender flesh.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his thrusts deep and relentless. He moaned your name as he filled your cunt with his cum.

Once he finished he rolled off of you and laid next to your fucked out body.

“Don’t worry. I have Plan B in my nightstand. It’s fine,” he said, catching his breath.

You had a vague idea of what Plan B was and simply nodded as his cum seeped out of your cunt.

“Um, okay… I…”

“What?”

“Did… Would you have sex with your ex-girlfriend like that?”

He turned to look at you. “What are you talking about? I don’t have an ex.”

You felt like you were drowning.

“Oh. Okay… Can you… Um. Can you hold me maybe?” You asked.

He laughed. “I don’t really do that.”

You felt yourself fade away. Zeke continued to prattle on about the next position he wanted to put you in, but his voice just sounded like nonsense. It was white noise. You stared up at the ceiling and asked God if this was what he intended, if this was what he hoped for you. When Zeke crawled back on top of you, you decided it must be God’s will.

And it was God’s will you’d obey.

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gloria regali (Eren Yeager x Reader)

For @multi-fandoms-stuff who gave me a push

Summary: You are a Queen who doesn't want to disappoint your husband.

Trigger: Smut, period typical sexism and mentions of violence

Note: the reader is female body and goes by she her pronouns

The sounds of the cheering crowd reached your ears. They sent you a message. Your husband, the king, has returned after once again fighting on the battlefield.

You let out a shaky breath.

After two years of marriage, you still felt nervous around him. The only time you two are together in the same room is during banquets. Where you sit on the table and watch him talk with his knights... and other ladies in the court. You know, a king has the right to have as many women as he wants in his bed, and your husband is no different from the other reigning monarchs. You've heard rumors. You see, the way the women in the court look at him with hungry eyes.

The only time you are alone together is in your bedchamber. As you lie on your bed afterwards, you silently pray that his seed takes root in your womb. It had been two years with no signs of pregnancy, and the court was already spreading rumours that you had a cursed womb and had failed in your duty to produce an heir.

The need for an heir was necessary. Your husband was never meant to be king; he was the spare. He was his father’s second son from his second marriage after his first wife, the late Queen Dina, died due to the plague. His older half brother, the Crown Prince Zeke, died in battle, and soon after, because of grief, King Grisha died. His second wife, Queen Carla, also died a year later, taken away by the same disease that killed the first Queen. Leaving only your husband as the only surviving member of the Yeager Royal family. Because of the lack of legitimate heirs, the chances of someone taking the throne were high.

Your marriage was one that was arranged based on your family’s success in wealth, status, and fertility. Your family met all of those requirements, and you were chosen right away as the only daughter and youngest child of four children of a powerful father.

You were married by proxy. His most trusted advisor, Lord Armin Arlert, stood in his place. Your husband was away on the battlefield. A rebellious faction had formed on the east side of the kingdom but was crushed quickly by the army.

Lord Arlert was honest with you when you asked him what your Lord Husband was like. He had told you that your husband was a man that was cheerful and passionate about his ideals and had the people’s interest in his mind and heart but after the death of his family in the span of one year has made him quiet, distant and cold.

Your heart ached for your husband, and you wished nothing more than to be worthy of being his wife and queen, to be worthy of bearing his children and furthering the Yeager dynasty. That was your duty as a wife, as a queen, and as a woman.

“Your majesty.” A voice pulled you from your thoughts.

You looked at your lady in waiting, Lady Yara. One of your most loyal ladies in waiting, who has been with you ever since you got married and crowned.

“Are you ready to greet the king?” She asked.

You rise from your chair. "Yes, I am.” You smooth your dress, and you and Lady Yara go to the gate.

“Your window of fertility is open, your majesty. You should make a comment about it to the King.” Lady Yara said as you two walked towards the gate.

You feel your face heat up from her comment. You wanted to scold her for making such a comment out in the open, but she was right. The window of opportunity was wide open and you had to take the chance.

You reach the gate and you see him.

Your husband was walking in, riding his white horse, and his armour was shining under the hot sun that almost made you blind. He changed a little bit after being away for a month and a half. He had stubble and he looked tired.

Gracefully, he gets off his horse and walks towards you.

“My lady.” He says.

“Your majesty.” You said, bowing gracefully.

He grabs your hand and kisses your knuckles.

Your heart skips a beat and the feeling of his dry lips and stubble on your skin.

He puts an arm around your waist and guides you forward.

“I heard that the palace has been running smoothly under your supervision.” He states.

“Yes, Your majesty.”

“And I trust my councilmen haven’t made it hard for you.”

You hesitate. Some councilmen were flabbergasted that you, a woman, dared to interfere in state affairs. It was with Lord Arlert's help that you managed to have peaceful council meetings.

“Lord Arlert has been my greatest ally in the council.”

Your husband had a little smile on his face. Every smile that forms on his face makes you smile as well.

“Armin is not a man who wastes people's potential .” He looks at you with his beautiful green eyes. “I’m glad I have a wife who is capable of ruling the kingdom while I'm away.”

"Your majesty, failing you as a wife and as a queen would be my greatest disappointment." You took a step forward. You put a hand on his neck and pushed him forward so that your lips were against his ear. “I wish to make you happy by giving you an heir that you deserve.”

You can feel him shake a little and then chuckle.

“Wait for me in your bedchambers at night, my lady. And we will both fulfil our duties to the kingdom.”

“I look forward to it.”

…

In your bedchambers you patiently sit on the bed.

You took a long bath, scrubbed your skin, made sure your hair was properly kept and put on a perfume that Lady Yara claimed that it made any man around you go crazy. Along with that routine you drink that your mother said increased the women’s fertility. You hated the bitter taste but you drank it until there was not a single drop left.

You sat on the foot of the bed and waited patiently but anxiously.

There’s a soft knock on the door. In your bedchamber it was you who had the high authority, this place was your own kingdom.

You pulled down the nightgown, revealing more of your shoulders. “Come in.” You said.

The door opens and your husband comes in. Apparently, he also pampered himself before coming. The stubble was gone, his hair looked more cleaned and freed from his bun. Instead of his armor he was dressed in a white shirt and brown pants. He looked handsome.

You got up from your bed.

“Your majesty.” You said bowing.

“You don’t need to be so formal, my Lady. Not in your bedroom.” He said approaching a table full of wine and some snacks that was prepared by the servants. He prepared himself a cup of wine and drank it in almost one gulp. He looked at you. You know that look. It was a look that made shivers run down your spine. His green eyes were filled with hunger and lust.

“Undress.” He said in a low voice.

With no hesitation you stripped the nightgown from your arms and let it pool down around your feet. You stood before him, naked as the day you were born, in all your glory. His eyes go up and down your body. The first time he looked at you like that, you wanted to run away. It intimidated you. It frightened you. But now all it does is create a carnal desire inside you.

“Lay on the bed.” He ordered.

You completely turned so that your behind was exposed to his hungry eyes. You walked to the bed, sat down and scouted your way into the center. By the time you look at him his shirt was already removed and he was making his way to the bed. He crawls towards you. Like a hunter going after his prey. He stopped when his face was right above yours. He kisses you hungrily. He licked your lips. Bite it. And sucked.

When your lips separated there was a string of saliva connecting you two. 

He lifted his hand and tapped your lips with his fingers. You opened your mouth and he put two fingers inside. You wet them with your tongue and suck. He lets out a grunt. The fingers are removed with a wet pop. He lowers them to your entrance. You grip the sheets in anticipation. He buries his face in your neck and starts moving his fingers up and down your slit. You stretch your neck, exposing your neck which he sees as an invitation to start biting and sucking it.

After enough wetness has been created he slips his fingers inside. You loudly moan at the feeling of him massaging your walls.

“I missed your sounds.” He moaned against your ear while pumping in and out of you at a moderate pace.

“Your majesty.” You moaned and then let out a whine when he stopped his movements.

He removes his face from your neck and looks at you.

“Do you want to repeat that, my lady?”

You know the reason for why he stopped but you dared to tease him.

“Your majesty.” You said it again.

He snapped his tongue and entirely removed his fingers. Making you whine at removal.

“You know what I like to be called when it’s just you and me. Do you?”

“I do.”

He puts his forehead on top of yours.

“Then say it.”

The way he said it made you clench around nothing.

“Eren.” You breathlessly whispered.

At first, when he insisted on being called by his birth name on the bed, you hesitated. It felt wrong. Your husband was no ordinary man; he was the most powerful man in the land, and calling him anything other than 'My lord' or 'your majesty' felt almost sacrilegious. But as he coaxed it out of you by also saying your name, by chanting it like you were some sort of divine being, you let his name out of your mouth without any restraint.

“Eren.” You moaned it once again.

His pupils were so dilated with lust that you could barely see the green in his eyes. He quickly removed his pants and positioned himself between your legs. He grabbed his member and bumped his head against the center. It touched your clit, which made you shudder. When he inserted the tip inside, he grabbed your hips with a strong grip and inserted himself even more inside you. You both moaned at the feeling. Yours was soft. His was louder, more feral.

He remained motionless, breathing heavily and enjoying your warmth around his cock. He gives one thrust, and you let out a mewl. He starts to slowly thrust and listen to your moans.

“This...” He said, but stopped himself when you clenched around him. “This is how a king should be received.” He grabbed the back of your knees and put your legs on his shoulders. The change of positions made his tip hit something inside you and your moans started to become even louder. “With his wife.” He gives you a hard thrust. “...with his queen…” Another one. “Spread and willingly.” Another. “So willingly to please him.” Another, faster, harder. “So willingly to give him an heir.”

He stops talking and buries his face on your calf, moaning into your skin.

“Eren.” You bable.

“Yes. Keep saying my name.”

“Eren.”

“Again!”

“Eren!”

He groaned like an animal. His grip became stronger and his thrusts became faster and harder. You also moaned out loud and gripped the arm that was holding your hip. He touched your nub and it made you shriek. You orgasmed soon after. Your whole body trembled, and your vision got blurry. He followed you after.

He removed your legs from his shoulder and lay down beside you, trying to catch his breath. You were out of breath as well. Sweat ran down your body. Your eyes were closed. You hear him shift in the bed. He grabs your chin and turns your head to the side. Your lips lock in a gentle kiss.

Day and night, you prayed for a healthy son, but you also wanted moments like this every night. Where your husband would kiss you so tenderly and praise you.

…

It was the beginning of spring when one morning you were getting ready for the day when Lady Yara, out of the blue, grabbed your breasts.

“Yara!” You shouted and slapped her hand away. “What’s wrong with you?!”

She didn’t say anything at first, but she once again dared to touch your breast. This time, her grip was a bit more firm and it almost hurt. You let out a yelp, and before you could once again smack her hand away, she said: “When was the last time you bled, your majesty?” She didn’t say anything at first, but she once again dared to touch your breast. This time, her grip was a bit more firm that it almost hurt. You let out a yelp, and before you could once again smack her hand away, she said: “When was the last time you bled, your majesty?”

You froze. The other ladies who were in the room stopped what they were doing and looked at you, waiting for your answer.

“Before his majesty returned from the battlefield.” You answer. Your heart is beating rapidly.

Yara's shocked face turns into one of joy. “I knew it. I suspected it when I noticed my monthly came along and you hadn't made mention of yours, since we’re both in sync. ”

You let out a shuddering sigh.

“Call for the physician.” You ordered.

“Right away, your majesty."

After Lady Yara left, you sat down on the chair. You feel light-headed. You closed your eyes and started to silently thank the higher beings in heaven for this blessing. For giving what you prayed for day and night.

The physician comes in, and everyone in the room is quiet, watching anxiously as he examines you. After a prolonged silence, he finally confirms everyone's suspicions.

“You are with child, your majesty. Congratulations.”

Everyone in the room shouts with joy. Your ladies in waiting come to you and hug you. Congratulations, fly around. Someone says all the bells in the town should be rung. Someone says that the King should be informed right away.

The King.

“Sent for him.” You say it without thinking twice.

…

It’s Lady Yara who brings him in, and it's almost comical. A small woman dragging a man who was twice her size by the arm. His facial expression was also comical. He was taken back from Yara’s action.

“Thank you, lady Yara. You and everyone else are dismissed.” You said, fighting back a laugh.

Lady Yara and the rest of the servants bow and leave.

“My lady.” He started. “Is everything alright? Your lady said it was urgent.”

“Well…” You started with your eyes looking at the floor. You felt nervous even though you were excited to tell him.

Before you could formulate some words, his hands cupped your cheeks and lifted your face.

“Are you sick? I also heard that the physician was called.” He asked while inspecting your face.

Gently, you held his hands.

“I’m not sick, your majesty.” You chuckle. “Well, I may be sick for a couple of months.”

“What does that mean?” He questioned.

You removed his hands from your face and moved them down and rested them on your stomach. His eyes follow your movements, and his eyes get bigger when he realises what you were trying to say.

“My lady?” He whispered, he wanted you to say it with your own words.

“Eren.” You started. “I’m with child.”

He lets out a breath and drops to his knees in front of you.

“Thank you, my lady.” He whispered, putting his cheek against your belly. “Thank you.” He said it once again while kissing your hand.

You put your hand on his hair.

You felt happy.

You felt relief.

You felt everything was alright.

…

As your pregnancy progressed, you started noticing how differently everyone was treating you. Those who used to mock you behind your back were now looking you in the eyes and telling you how grateful they were for this wonderful blessing and how they prayed day and night for a son. You bite back your tongue and just smile.

You also notice how different your husband is treating you. He is more affectionate towards you. Every time there was a banquet, he would make you sit on his lap and his hand would never leave your bump. He'd feed you grapes and whisper in your ear about how lovely you'd become since your belly began to grow. He whispers into your ear that he wants to name the child Alexander, after his grandfather.

Whatever you need, you get it immediately. You are craving a specific kind of meat. The hunters are out in the forest looking for the animal. When you show signs of discomfort, the physicians are immediately called.

He comes to your bed every night, not for pleasure, but to cuddle and lie beside you. He would bring your back into his front and hold your bump, sometimes you hear him talk to the baby. You wonder if he’s seeking pleasure from another woman, but you hear nothing from the rumour mill. You assume he is being discreet for your sake.

…

The day your child was born was the beginning of winter.

Your labour lasted an entire day.

Your screams echoed through the night.

The sound of your child crying brings you tears of joy.

When you finally regain your breath, you realise that everyone was too quiet.

You open your eyes and look at the foot of the bed. You see the physician and Lady Yara cleaning the crying infant. The physician had a neutral face, but Lady Yara’s face was of disappointment and worriness.

“What is it?” You asked, trying to get up. “What’s wrong with my child?”

“It's healthy…” The physician paused. “... daughter, your majesty.”

You collapsed in your bed, your heart dropped, and you felt numb. All the pain in your body has disappeared.

Tears run down your face.

You have failed. You gave birth but gave birth to a child with the wrong gender. You have brought shame on yourself, your family and your husband.

“Let me see her.” Lady Yara lays the child next to your face. You look at her. Your daughter. Her face was red and she was still crying. Her hair colour was the same brown shade as her father's, and she looks so much like him.

“I’m sorry.” You whisper to her because you know she too is going to receive horrible comments from the courtiers and the affection she received from her father when she was safely tucked in your womb is going to disappear once he learns it’s not the son he was waiting for.

…

Everyone was quiet and anxiously waiting. They cleaned you and the baby. The bedsheets were changed. They did all of that at a slow pace to make more time before he came in. The king wasn’t violent towards the people around him, and he wasn’t like the other husbands, never raising his hands towards you. But some were apprehensive about his reaction to the birth of a daughter.

You sat on the bed in your finest clothing, and the baby slept peacefully in your arms, also dressed in the most luxurious clothes and well bundled up for the winter cold, unaware of the tension in the room. You envied her and wished you could sleep right now.

A knock on the door You know who that was.

You took a deep breath and pulled your daughter closer to your chest. “Come in.”

You put your head down and close your eyes. You hear him come inside.

“Are both mother and child healthy?” He asked the physician. His voice was calm.

“Yes, your majesty. It was a smooth delivery; there were no issues.”

He didn’t say anything. He made his way to the bed and sat on the edge of it. You didn’t lift your head, and your eyes remained closed. You opened them when you felt a warm hand touching yours. He was grabbing the hand that was resting on top of the one that was lying on the baby’s chest. On the other hand, she was gently caressing her cheek. His eyes were wide with amazement.

“She’s so tiny.” He whispered. “Can I hold her?”

“Of course, your majesty.” You stammered and hesitantly transferred her into his hands. He holds her carefully. One hand on her lower body and the other on her head. She looked even smaller when being held by him.

“She's so beautiful.” He said, bringing her up closer so that he could kiss her forehead.

The cold in your body went away, and in its place was warmth.

“Thank you, my lady.” He said, looking at you. You were shocked. Why was he thanking you? Why wasn’t he angry that you didn’t give him a son?

“She’s not Alexander, my lord.”

“Yes, you're right.” He chuckled and looked back at her. “Alexandra is more well suited.”

The baby, Alexandra, started fussing. He put her closer to his chest, “Shhh, it’s alright, my love.”

You don't know how to feel or what to think.

"Alright, go back to your mother." He said when the fussing turned into wails and she was put back into your arms once again. When she was secure in your arms, he kissed your forehead gently, like he did with Alexandra. Your heart skipped a beat at the gesture.

…

Nobody in court or in the entire kingdom could deny that Princess Alexandra had become the apple in the King's eyes. Wherever he went, she was always in his arms. Lord Arlert once commented that he had started smiling like he used to before his parents and brother died.

Of course, there are still whispers. About how disappointing it was that the king had no male heir. That his wife couldn’t fulfil her duties. Of course, nobody dared to say horrible things about his daughter in front of him and while he was holding her.

The moment you were told by the physician that you could resume your bedroom activities, you tried every chance you got to invite the king into your bed, but he was always busy. There were problems rising once again on the east side of the kingdom. His days were filled with meetings with council members and generals. When the day ended, he went straight to bed.

You barely saw him, and when you did, the encounters were brief and left no time to make another child. He’s still there holding Alexandra and telling you the things that have been happening.

“I may have to go back to the east to resolve this.” He told you when you were in the bedchambers, sitting in front of the fireplace. Alexandra is on your lap, sleeping. The orange flames made his face shine and the determination in his eyes brighter.

You let out a worried sigh. You knew he was almost unbeatable on the battlefield, but they also said things like that about your brother-in-law, and now his little brother is the one that holds the crown.

“Do you have too?” You asked.

He wasn’t looking at you. His arm was resting on the armchair and his hand held his chin.

“I do, my lady.” He says. “Because if I don’t they may make plans to march towards the capital and seize the palace. We can’t let them think they have upper power towards us.”

“Eren.” You said it softly and he looked at you. “Come back alive, please.”

Eren gets up from his chair and kneels in front of you. His hands go to touch your face and Alexandra’s head.

“I promise you, my lady. I promise I'll come back.”

You closed your eyes and leaned into his warm hand.

He departs the next morning.

…

In order to distract yourself from your husband's departure, you go to council meetings with Lord Arlert. There you could get updates about your husband and how the rebellion is being dealt with, along with other state matters.

You are accosted by one of the council members one afternoon after a meeting. It was just you and him in the council room.

“Your majesty.” He started, his tone almost sarcastic.

You never like Lord Ross. He was rude and always smelt funny.

“I must demand you stop this foolishness.”

You frown. “What foolishness?”

“You, your majesty.” He spoke in a venomous tone. “You! Coming to the meeting. It 's unsightly!”

You raise your eyebrows in disbelief.

“I beg your pardon!?”

“Coming to the meetings. This is not a woman's place.”

“I’m the Queen! I have a duty to help my people.” You firmly said it.

“And your main duty is being quiet and letting the King rule while you make a son, but even that you couldn’t do it properly. Humiliating the King by giving birth to that spawn.”

You acted without thinking. You stepped in front of the disgusting person and slapped him as hard as you could. Your hand throbbed from the pain, but you barely even noticed because you were angry at the man in front of you.

Lord Ross looked at you in shock.

“DON’T YOU EVER SPEAK ABOUT MY CHILD THAT WAY EVER AGAIN! SHE IS YOUR KING’S CHILD AND I AM HIS WIFE AND YOUR QUEEN!”

You didn’t let him speak. You turned around and fled the room, bumping into Lord Arlert on the way out, but you didn’t bother to say anything to him. You just wanted to wash the hand that slapped Lord Ross.

…

You were woken up at the sound of your daughter's cries, but just as you opened your eyes, they started getting lower.

You look at the other side of the room and, to your surprise and shock, you see your husband picking up your child and holding her to his chest. He's so gentle with her. His big hands rub her back comfortably and kiss her side of the head while whispering soothing words.

After Alexandra calmed down and fell asleep again, he put her in the crib. You are sitting in your bed as he approaches it. He sits on the edge of it and grabs your cheeks, bringing your face to his for a kiss. You gladly accept it. "Which one?” He whispered into your lips.

“What?” You asked.

“Which hand did you use to slap Lord Ross?”

You pulled back. Was he mad? You couldn’t tell his face was blank and showed no emotion. Hesitantly, you lifted your hand. He grabbed it and kissed your palm, like a mother would kiss a child’s wound.

“I went straight into his bedchamber after Armin told me what happened. What he said to you and our child.”

“What did you do?” You asked.

“I cut his tongue.” He said it so casually, that it frightens you. “I dragged him out of his chambers and cut his tongue in front of other council members.” Your eyes widened in horror. “I did it as a demonstration. For them to see what happens when they talk ill about my wife and child.”

Your hands went to your mouth in shock and horror. 

“Why?” You whispered.

His eyes got widden, not understanding why you would ask a question like that.

“Why?” He asked in disbelief. “Because he insulted my wife. Our daughter. What kind of man would I be if I let that slide? If I let people insult my family like that?”

“Why aren’t you mad?”

“I’m mad at him, my lady.”

“Mad at me, your majesty.” You said. “I failed you in so many ways. I failed to give you a son. I slapped your councilman and made you go into a fit of rage. I failed you as a wife. I…” 

Before you could continue your self-degrading speech, Eren pulls you to his chest. You gasp.

“Don’t ever say things like that about yourself, my lady. It breaks my heart.” He said, pulling your head to his chest. You could hear his heart beat rapidly.

“You have not failed me. You did nothing wrong.”

“I didn’t give you the son I promised.”

“You promised me a child and you gave me a healthy one. I don't care if Alexandra is a boy or a girl. I don't care if we only have daughters. I don’t care if we only have her. I just want a family.”

You look up and you are surprised to see him… crying. Tears stuck in the corner of his eyes. You lifted your hand and wiped away one.

“I thought I would never feel happy again after the death of my family. But you have brought joy once again into my life, way before Alexandra was born. With the way you care for others around you. And…” He paused. “Now that I think of it, my lady. I was so cold and distant towards you at the beginning of our marriage. And I understand if you hate me because of it.”

“I don’t.” You quickly said.

Eren smiled.

“I’m the luckiest man in the world. To have such a wonderful wife and queen at my side.”

He cupped your cheeks and kissed you, but not before saying: “I love you, my lady.”

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[marinettekurger]

THE TREASURE THEY LEFT

(LEVI ACKERMAN X READER )

After the death of their mother: Carla Yeager, (y/n) was responsible for her little brother as well as her father who was suffering from several illnesses that prevented her from living her life as a young woman .

The years passed quickly and Eren, the youngest son of the Yeager, decided to lead his own life, the latter wanted at all costs to marry the love of his life who was an Ackerman. Mikasa was part of a wealthy immigrant family that for years ruled the west side of German villages .

Grisha, the sick father as well as (y/n) opposed to this marriage due to the cultural as well as the financial difference between the two families by trying to make Eren understand that he won't be treated by the Ackerman as much as their stepson but rather their little slave who will facilitate their task in several areas due to his knowledge and perseverance.

The years still pass quickly, leaving (y/n) and her father alone in a small house without Eren. The latter preferred to cut all kinds of relations with his older sister as well as his father since they refused his relationship with Mikasa .

The daughter and the father did not have the opportunity to see Eren until after seven years in a hospital , where he was crying regretting his actions and asking (y/n) to take care of Carla his 4 year old daughter. before leaving this world.

With tears streaming down her face,(y/n) did not know that taking care of her niece will be very difficult as she will have to find a solution to convince Carla's uncle: Levi Ackerman who could no longer let anyone get near his sister's daughter specially after the death of her mother which the reason is still unknown.

Who will be able take care of Carla , y/n or Levi ? Or maybe both .

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[nixie-writes-aot]

Straight out of our discord chats: Imagine if Carla looks like a pillow princess, but could actually body you 🤤🤤🤤

Love, Therapy, and Divorce

Warnings: nsfw, minors dni, mention of therapy, modern au, therapist reader, patient Grisha, slight praise if you squint

Pairing: Carla Yeager x male reader

Author's Note: I. Have never written for Carla but god I love this idea. Just. So. Fucking. Much.

Carla Yeager was one interesting woman, to say the least. Not that you were aware of just how interesting the woman was, not yet at least. You had come to know her through her ex-husband, Grisha, a patient of yours. Doctors made the worst patients. That was how you felt and that would never go away, you were certain of that. Should you have met and consequently started dating your patient's ex-wife? Perhaps not but you didn't care enough.

You knew Carla to be a good few things. She was kind, a tad snarky, and someone who just wanted the best for those around her. Thats what drew you to her, really. As a therapist, you also wanted to help those around you. Thats why you went through the trouble of becoming a therapist. You loved her, that much you were sure of, especially when she let this pout cross her face when you had to go off. Particularly and especially when you were teasing and didn't actually have to go into work. You were sure Carla hated that game of yours.

That was how you had ended up on the bed, Carla above you. You were staring up at the woman, blinking rapidly in pure shock. Pleasant but shock all the same. Carla kissed your neck, rolling her hips downwards on your clothed erection. You let a groan slip past your lips, settling your hands on her hips.

"You never told me you were so strong, Carla." You grunted.

Carla chuckled, sucking a mark into your neck, "You never asked me to pin you to anything before, honey." She retorted.

You watched Carla pull your cock out of your boxers. It had been awhile since you started teasing her, staring at her face. God, you wanted her to do things like this more. Slamming you onto the bed, taking what she wants, it was hot. You felt Carla lower herself on you, letting out a soft moan as you felt her cunt surround your cock. She let out a breathy moan in kind, rolling her hips. You dug your blunt nails into her hips, "Move, sweetheart." You hummed. Without another word, the naked woman above you started to use her legs to start rising and falling on your cock. It felt good, you would admit that much with no problem. The feeling of her had you desoerate, wanting to fuck into her. Carla moaned, pressing a hand againsg your chest to balance herself as she was riding your cock. Your tip hitting that sweet spot, the black haired woman moaning and gasping. Every now and again, you'd thrust upwards and watch Carla fluster and moan. It was a sight you'd never tire of, more so than any other.

So yes, you truly loved this woman. More than life itself, at times. Even if Grisha was your patient, you loved this woman more than the awkward tension that existed at times between you and her ex-husband. You just didn't care that she and Grisha were married before and you didn't care how you met her. All you cared was her, mind and body. Although it certainly didn't hurt when she could slam you to the bed and fuck herself with your cock.

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