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Milk, Honey, and Sugar

Yandere Eren x Reader

Milk Honey and Sugar Masterlist

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Content: College AU, Yandere content, Obsessive and Possessive behavior, Fluff, Smut, Dark content, Jiyuu beloved

Content Warnings: Stockholm Syndrome, Obsessive Behavior, Eren is a bit of a pervert, but somehow also shy about it, reader going thru it, Eren is described at taller than reader, Pet names (Angel, Baby), Dubcon (from stockholm syndrome), Eren is SO WEAK TO YOU, you’re both a bit shy, Reader is implied to be a tiny bit insecure, Tiddy sucking, Falacio, hand job, Little bit of subby! Eren but only a little, description of Eren’s dick lol, reader makes him CRY, mention of him pulling their hair a little, a smidge of edging, aftercare

Summary: After the realization hits that you aren't ever going to see your friends again, Eren is the one to comfort you—slowly turning you more and more dependent on him.

Oh my goddd It's been so long and I'm so sorry!!! A bunch of things got in the way of me writing for a while, but It's finally back! I'm going to try to focus on this series more so hopefully, there won't be such a big gap in posting again! I already have the next part nearly finished so it shouldn't be long before the next chapter! Also, I'd like to say thank you to anyone that's still here after my absence and anyone that's been here from before :,,) I'm so grateful. I hope this is enough to satisfy until the next chapter! There's a little doodle at the end for you all <33 Can't wait to write the most exciting parts of the story!! (In my opinion at least, lol) Please enjoyy

Chapter 7: Warmth (part 1)

The hours grew longer the more days you spent alone.

Your world was quiet, apart from the tick of the plastic analog clock or the occasional sound of water going through pipes and creaking footsteps from above. Being stuck on your own was such a lonely, stir-crazy existence. The only time you found solace from it was when Eren would make his way down the stairs, greeting you with his abnormally gentle smile and a soft kiss, giving you the company you constantly longed for and sometimes a consoling meal.

He had you wrapped around his finger by now, so tired of the isolation and quiet that you’d do almost anything if it meant he’d stay, just to ease your loneliness for a while. He was a distraction you took with little resistance because you didn’t want to think about the pain of being trapped for even a second.

He seemed to be the only thing that helped your ever-fragile mood, the one thing keeping you grounded as your mental stability frayed. It was hell when he would leave you, forcing you to face the cold basement alone again. You’d try to sleep through it, but sometimes your brain wouldn’t quiet and your emotions would explode to the point that you’d bawl your eyes out and sob until your nose was clogged and your head ached, your mind plagued with the overbearing thoughts of your long-gone friends and freedom. If they’d been looking, you were sure they would have found you by now. It should’ve been so obvious who’d taken you. Or maybe, everyone was too trusting of Eren to realize that deep down, he was an obsessive stalker, someone who kidnapped his best friend.

Either way, your hope of being found had almost completely diminished. With no access to the outside world, you didn’t even know if a search was ongoing. You had no motivation anymore, even for escape—although it’s not like you could because Eren hadn’t let you go upstairs since your last attempt. He hadn’t touched you the same way he did that night either, occasionally letting his soft kisses grow more heated but never going as far as he did then. You almost missed it. The intimacy, that is. He’d been nothing but sweet to you most of the time, even when all you could do was cry into him.

You felt pathetic being in such a state, constantly switching between craving his presence and despising him for taking you away. You barely felt deserving of being rescued since you gave in to your captor so quickly. Would anyone even want to help you if they knew what you’d done with him? How close you’d remained even after his betrayal? It brought a sick feeling to your stomach whenever you thought about it. All of the lame excuses and blaming your actions on your once adolescent crush or your dwindling will to escape. You knew the truth, yet you still didn’t want to admit it.

It’d been four weeks since your failed escape, and just a little over a month of being stuck in the basement—not that you even knew the specifics of how long it’d been because of how your days began to blend. Since your attempt, Eren spent more time downstairs, sometimes taking his entire day off to stay with you, slowly making you more dependent on his presence because it was all you had.

Akin to every other day, it started with his journey down, breakfast in hand and laptop under his arm, the device fully charged and ready for another day of playing offline games and watching videos or movies. But, also like every other day, his plans, per usual, were halted when he reached the bottom of the steps and saw you curled up on the bed, crying into your palms.

His guilt overflowed whenever he saw you like that, but he pushed it away when he remembered all the things that could’ve happened if he hadn’t brought you here. All of the people that could have gotten to you, the things they could have done to you. It made him irrationally angry just thinking about it. In his house, you were safe, and he always knew where you were. To him, that was worth the pain it brought you.

Laying everything on the desk, he rushed to sit next to you, trapping you in his comforting arms and pulling you into his lap, “What’s wrong, baby?”

He always asked that when you cried, always with the same pet names he’d use to try and ease your tears. You always replied that you didn’t want to discuss it, but he knew what the truth behind your sadness was. He knew it was because you missed everyone and you were terrified of telling him.

“I don’t wanna talk about it right now.” You said, as usual, voice hoarse from tears that’d been pouring since you woke up. You put your head against him, soaking the white pajama t-shirt while he rubbed your back and cradled you like a child. His warmth and his pleasant autumn-like scent made it harder to focus on your problems, the comfort pulling you back to him in an instant. Sometimes it was like you were addicted, craving the constant reassurance of his presence and the distraction from your situation.

This had become almost routine—he would come downstairs or wake up with you, find you crying, and drop everything to comfort you, just to continue whatever he had planned for the day after as if nothing happened. It was such an exhausting pattern for you, but he couldn't care less. All he cared for was being able to have you with him where you were safe. Being able to hold and touch you was just a bonus.

He held you as tight as he could, trying to make you feel secure while compressed in his arms. You could only snuggle into him, pushing your ear against his chest to listen to his racing heart. It was a calming and familiar white noise that helped distract you from the fact that you were probably never going to get out. It helped you feel sane and reminded you that Eren was another human too.

He sighed feeling you ease into him, finally safe enough to relax too. The room was quiet other than the gentle sounds of breathing and the mechanical ticking of the clock. It was almost peaceful like this, just the two of you cuddled up together. Listening to each other’s soft sounds and finding comfort in them.

“Can I have breakfast now?” You asked, your voice still crackling from your dry throat. You were sniffling and your face was still wet from past tears, but you were more hungry than upset now and didn’t want to wait for food anymore.

Eren smiled and slid you off his lap, making sure to plant a loving kiss on your forehead before he got up to grab the wooden breakfast tray from the desk. He walked back, setting it on your lap and revealing the stack of 4 heart-shaped pancakes to you that still radiated the warmth from being cooked. There was a tiny plate of butter and a cup of syrup sitting next to it, along with a ceramic mug of Eren’s favorite drink, his warm milk with honey and sugar mixed in. He always used to give it to you every time you came over, trying desperately to get you to favor it, and every time it always tasted bland. Not bad, but it didn’t fit your normal preference for drinks.

Recently though, whenever he’d give it to you with your breakfast, it was much sweeter than before. The milk and honey blended together with a pinch of dissolved sugar just tasted saccharine all of a sudden.

At first, you questioned if he spiked it, but when nothing happened after you drank it, you abandoned the idea. It felt so strange to suddenly enjoy something you’d been so indifferent about, but you didn’t want to overthink it. After all, you just wanted to enjoy the warmth from whatever he made you—to enjoy his warmth because it was all you had.

“Well, are you going to eat?” Eren asked, questioning why you were staring at your food for so long.

Realizing that you’d spaced out while deep in thought, you muttered a quick “sorry” before grabbing the dull plastic knife on the tray to spread the butter over your pancakes.

While you were preparing your breakfast to your liking, Eren sat on the bed again, placing his arm behind you and sliding as close as he could without getting in your way, your thighs pressing together and his cheek almost touching your head.

He watched intensely as you cut into the syrup-soaked cake and stabbed into the small piece you separated, chomping down on it. As you chewed and swallowed it, he leaned his head on yours to get your attention, “Is it good? Did you like it?”

Nodding your head, you cut out another piece to shove into your mouth, “They’re really good! Did you make them from scratch?”

Eren smiled, feeling his heart melt when you gave him praise. He always ate up every little compliment you gave him, no matter how small it was. It was like a hit of dopamine every time you were even the tiniest bit nice—and he was addicted to it. Once he’d even kicked his legs and squealed into his pillow after you commented that he looked hot in a picture he posted, but that was a secret he would be taking to his grave.

“It’s my mom’s recipe… I just made them with a heart-shaped pan for the shape.” He replied, leaning into you and burying his face into the side of your neck while you continued to eat.

“I didn’t know you owned a heart-shaped pan,” You paused mid-bite, “When did that happen?”

“I got it when all of the Valentine's Day stuff was on clearance in stores… I just hid it in my room because I didn’t want anyone to see it while they were here.” He explained, his cheeks warming up at the thought of someone other than you seeing he owned such a bright pink and heart-shaped pan.

You giggled at his embarrassment and kept eating, enjoying the sweet syrup-soaked pancakes while you could. They were delicious, but especially warm compared to everything else, and you were so desperate to have that warmth that you were scarfing them down and barely savoring the taste. The sweet milk with honey came next, the most familiar part of the meal. You chugged it down so fast that you could feel its heat travel down to your stomach, officially ending your breakfast that morning.

It almost made you sad whenever you finished your food. You always felt extra cold after, especially without Eren there. It was never fun to experience.

“All done?” Eren asked, not allowing you a response before taking the tray from you. He placed it on the nightstand at the foot of the bed and went back to you, pushing you onto your back and crawling on top of you without warning.

After taking a moment to maneuver himself around and get more comfortable, he placed his head on your shoulder and embraced you, the weight of his body crushing you into the mattress. It hurt a little and almost restricted your breathing, but having what was similar to a heated and weighted blanket on top of you was nice.

He always did this when you finished your breakfast. It was one of his favorite things to do too. He loved being close to you, breathing in your scent and littering tiny kisses all over your neck and collarbone. It felt wonderful to claim you like that.

As you cocooned him with your limbs, he wriggled his way down until his head met your chest, putting his face between your breasts and squeezing you so they squished against his face. You let a gasp slip, face growing hot as a large smile formed on his lips.

You tried to push against him to get him off, but you struggled immensely from his weight compared to your strength. It took almost all your energy to get him to budge, but he finally got the hint and sat up after minutes of your whining and squirming—only to grab your chest and squeeze as soon as his hands were free.

You flinched and simultaneously gasped at the sudden grope, yelling at him with fake anger while batting his arms, “You’re such a fucking perv!”

He chuckled and put his hand on the bed to lean down, his reddened cheeks so close to yours that you could feel his breath against your face, “Yeah, sure. But you love me, don’t you?”

You were silent while you considered what to say, afraid to lie to him but knowing that if you gave him any answer other than yes, he’d probably lose it on you. You did love him. You really did, but not in the way he wanted you to. You didn’t think you did, at least. He was just a safe space for you. A source of comfort while you were trapped. That didn’t mean you loved him, did it?

Growing insecure at your lack of response, Eren squeezed your arm just tight enough to regain your attention and asked you again, this time with more desperation lingering, “Don’t you, angel?”

Without thinking it over more, you gave him an unconvincing answer, “Yes. I do.”

Satisfied with your response, he gave you a quick peck on the lips and got up to grab his laptop from the desk. You watched him carefully the whole time, sitting up and eyeing him as he picked up the small computer and carried it back to you.

He placed carefully it in your lap, plopping down and leaning into you like he did during breakfast, his arm slung around your waist. You stared at the sticker-covered computer in your lap, your hands trembling while you considered asking him about going back upstairs again instead of spending another day in bed binging a random show you chose.

You’d asked previously, even begged him to give you another chance, but his answer was always the same. He’d tell you that he isn’t ready for that, or that he doesn’t trust you yet. If you tried to ask repeatedly or beg for it, he would get angry with you and even lash out, leaving you alone for the entire day as a punishment, no matter how loud your cries got or how much it stung him to hear them.

“Can I ask something before we start, Eren?” You managed to get out, your words shaking as you spoke.

You could feel him tense up next to you as you asked, his gaze now fixated on the laptop instead of you.

“What is it?” He asked, already knowing the answer.

You opened your mouth to talk but stuttered so much trying to get the first word out that you had to pause again before talking.

“Can I go upstairs for the day?” You pleaded, quickly adding onto it so he couldn’t instantly deny you, “I’ll do anything you want! Please! I just… want to leave the basement for a while.”

Silence followed.

You were shaking, terrified of what he was thinking. He was staring at the floor, his brows furrowed as he ran through all of his options. He wasn’t angry, not yet at least. He only would be if you pushed for it too much, but he still hated having to answer that question. Why couldn’t you just be happy with what he gave you? He understood that you were bored and lonely, but it was still frustrating. It was so, so frustrating.

“I don’t know if I can trust you yet,” was all he could manage in response, because If he said any more or got too aggressive there would be tears. And he was so weak to your tears. It was the sole reason he always had to leave you when you cried to be let out. If he stayed, his already weak spirit might break, and then you could weave your way into having your way and escaping. He didn’t want to risk anything close to that.

Despite his effort to avoid it, tears began to prickle in the corner of your eyes, almost as if on command. You wanted to leave so badly that you were partially willing to give up your hope of escape if it meant you could at least have that. You would give all of it, just to have that ounce of freedom and self-autonomy back.

“I don’t want to leave anymore, Eren! I promise! Chain my ankles or handcuff me to you, whatever! Please, just let me go upstairs with you!” You begged. It was evident you were pushing his limit with the look that took over his face, but you didn’t know what else you could do to convince him.

Eren shut his eyes, the frown on his face deepening, “Baby, please. Don’t do this today.”

“Please, Eren. Please.” You begged again, the first fearful tear spilling over your cheek. The look you gave him was painful, his chest tightening the longer he stared at you. You’d done this almost every day for the last week and it was so aggravating. He hated being separated from you but you forced it on him by pleading so often.

He looked away from you and leaned forward, his elbows on his knees and his face in his hands as he snapped at you, “Why? Why do you want to so badly?! Can’t you just be happy with what I give you?”

He finished with a sigh and waited quietly for your response, but nothing came. You were silent.

It took Eren several moments to realize that you weren’t going to talk back, so when he finally lifted his head and looked at you, the sight ripped his heart in two.

You had your eyes squeezed shut and your mouth covered as you sobbed into it, trying to hide the sounds so you wouldn’t irritate him more, but seeing you cry like that with such obvious fear diminished any anger he had. He hated being the cause of your tears. He hated it.

Pulling you into his arms again and pushing the laptop aside, he apologized profusely and held you tighter. You whimpered into him, gripping his shirt while he pushed your face against his chest.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry… I’m sorry for snapping, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” He had his hand on your head, digging his fingers into your hair while he repeated his apology, “Please stop crying. Please, you know I hate hearing you cry.”

You hiccuped, holding your breath to choke down your tears. You held it in for a few more moments until you couldn’t anymore, taking an involuntary breath and sobbing into his shirt. In a poor attempt to silence it, you covered your mouth while you cried, quietly begging him not to leave you between sobs. It broke his heart.

He tried to reassure you, hugging you tightly and petting your head while he cooed, “I won’t leave. I won’t leave this time.”

It took a while, but following a few violent hiccups, silenced sobs, and deep, difficult inhales, your tears were dissipating and you were calming down, clinging to Eren as if your life depended on it.

He held you close, basking in your touch. He knew why you wanted to leave the basement. He was stupid to think that being trapped there would be enough for you, but after the last time he let you up, he was terrified that you’d try to leave again. If you ever did manage to get away from him, it would mean he’d lose everything, and he didn’t even want to think about that happening.

You needed to stay with him, where you were safe. Where he could watch over you. But, it was clear you also needed at least a little freedom, otherwise, your mental state could deteriorate even more than it already had, and that would be just as bad as losing you through escape. He didn’t want to reduce you to a shell of your former self. He didn’t want to break you. He just wanted to keep you to himself.

Thinking it over some more while you were wiping your face on his shirt, Eren decided to go against his better judgment and give in to what you wanted, which was exactly what he had been trying to avoid. It was easier that way, considering you were both feeling awful about your situation.

“I’ll—I’ll take you upstairs. I’ll take you upstairs today.” He blurted out, sounding reluctant to say it out loud.

Your entire mood had changed from just that sentence, perking your head up so you could meet his eyes from where you sat on his lap. Eyes wide with excitement, they were lighting up more than they had in the month you’d been stuck there. It was nice for him to see. He’d missed that sparkle so much.

“I’ll only let you come up if you follow my rules though, okay? If you break them I’m sending you back down and I won’t even think about letting you up for at least a year.” He aggressively added to his previous statement, wanting to be clear with what he expected of you so there wouldn’t be any complaints later.

You rapidly nodded your head, getting ready to agree to whatever he asked if it meant getting that slight sliver of freedom in the end. Lucky for you, he didn’t want to take advantage of your eagerness—not too much at least. He loved you too much to hurt you like that.

With a small sigh, Eren slid you off of his lap and took his laptop, holding out his hand for you after he got up. You took it with a large smile plastered on your face, pulling yourself onto your feet and practically skipping to the stairs because of how happy you were. He was slow to follow after you, not particularly joyful about letting you out of the safe haven he’d created for you, but still willing to if it meant he got to see your bright smile again.

Once he made it to the top, he was hesitant to unlock the door. He really didn’t want to let you out, but when he looked over and saw how excited you looked standing next to him, he couldn’t help but picture how upset you were just prior, and how quickly that changed when he said you could go upstairs. Keeping you locked up and to himself was already selfish enough, he didn’t want to keep suffering even more in a cold basement for his own benefit.

Before he went through the final step of opening the door, he grabbed your hand and squeezed it tight. He was trying to make sure you couldn’t just run off, but also trying to reassure himself that he was doing the right thing. With a final heavy sigh, he unlocked the door and turned the knob with his laptop under his arm, pushing it open and revealing the dim light of morning to you.

You tried to run, not with a hope to escape but more so out of excitement—but Eren was quick to pull you back to him and remind you of your place.

“Don’t forget what I told you.” He spoke sternly, the grip on your hand growing tighter to the point that it hurt.

His rules—to behave. To do what he asked. From the first time he let you upstairs. The same rules that you broke the last time you were here, and not just because he was vague about what “behaving” meant. Of course, you couldn’t forget.

You sounded dejected as you looked at the creaky wooden floor, “I’m just… excited. Sorry.”

Sighing, he sauntered forward while pushing you with him, taking the lead but ultimately doing what you wanted by going to the living room.

Jiyuu got visibly excited when you walked into his view, his fluffy wings opening up slightly while he paced back and forth on the giant bird tree across the room, considering if it was worth it to fly over.

Eren stopped in his tracks, a small smile brightening his face when he realized what the bird wanted. He always thought it was sweet that he liked you, despite parrots' common behavior of being possessive over their owner. It also made your integration into his home a lot easier, so he wouldn’t have to worry about the bird going after you whenever he was affectionate with you.

“Why don’t you go pick him up?” He asked, trying to push you forward, closer to Jiyuu.

Excited to see the bird—a living creature other than Eren—but terrified of doing something wrong and being punished for it, you turned to look at him, asking for reassurance that this wasn’t a trap, “Are you sure?”

“Yes. I’m sure. I won’t be mad at you for walking away from me this time.” He assured you, the hand on your back pushing you even further, harsher this time to the point you almost stumbled.

You stepped forward with hesitance, slowly gaining confidence the closer you got to Jiyuu, your saving grace from complete isolation with Eren. Watching carefully, Eren stayed behind, his gaze burning holes into the back of your head. It made you so nervous, his eyes fixated on your every move. Being watched so closely was highly unpleasant and anxiety-inducing, and you could tell that Jiyuu didn’t like it either.

Climbing onto you when you held your arm out, Jiyuu was quick to run to your shoulder and puff his feathers up, squawking loudly at Eren. He’d never been especially protective of you, nor aggressive towards Eren, so this behavior was completely new—at least to you. It was especially shocking because of how loud he was able to scream, the sound triggering a constant ringing in your ears.

“Eren? What’s wrong with him?” You panicked, turning to see what the bird was so upset about that he had to shriek, only to be face-to-face with Eren. His knees bent slightly so he met your height, startling you even more when you unexpectedly met his piercing green pupils.

His eyes were glued to the bird, his hand lifted in front of him so he would step up from your shoulder. To your surprise, the bird nipped at his hand and chewed on it, stepping on it when he was finished and acting like he hadn’t just screamed at him. “He’s just being moody. Don’t mind it too much, he just gets like this sometimes, ‘specially when I’m not in the best mood. He can tell.”

As he put Jiyuu back on the tree stand to chew on more of his toys, he walked closer and wrapped his arm around you, practically forcing you into his chest with his laptop pressed against your back. When his other hand was free from the bird’s talons, it joined his other to squeeze you tightly, keeping you close as he leaned over you, inhaling the comforting scent from your skin and hair.

You returned the hug, trying to distract yourself from the sinking feeling you had in your chest when he implied that he wasn’t in a good mood. It was obvious it was because of you—because you wanted to go upstairs. It made you feel so guilty, but also so afraid. He could be unpredictable when he was upset, which is probably why Jiyuu didn’t like it either.

“Why don’t we just watch some TV for now? Since he’s in such a bad mood and I still want to laze around…” He spoke up, backing away but leaving little space between you and him.

Without a thought, you nodded, ready to agree to almost anything as long as it would improve his mood and keep you out of your personal hell known as the basement. With your compliance, he was quick to drag you back onto the couch, setting the laptop down on the coffee table and pouncing, crushing you under his weight. Your whines went ignored by him in favor of grabbing the remote to activate the TV, bringing up the news before he swiftly changed it to an on-demand streaming service. He put on one of your favorite shows—one you’d already watched, probably dozens of times since you’d come here—and threw the controller

down, burying his face into your chest and engulfing you in his arms.

Resting your hands on his back when you finally processed everything he’d sped through in seconds, you focused more on him than the TV, although only able to see the top of his head and his messy bun. His face was buried between your boobs again, except this time, instead of smiling and teasing you about it, he shut his eyes and eased into you, feeling secure enough to relax with you trapped underneath him. The shift in mood was apparent, but all you could think to do was run your hands through his hair, hoping that would soothe him enough to think about letting you stay upstairs more often.

It was silent after that, besides the background noise of the TV playing and Jiyuu preening his feathers and chewing wood. You were both clinging to each other, unmoving and resting. Eren was so warm, it almost made you tired—but you didn’t want to sleep. Not when you were finally experiencing what you’d wanted so badly for weeks. You longed to walk around and explore the house more, but he probably wouldn’t let you. It was frustrating.

“Eren?” You said, trying to get his attention on you instead of whatever he was thinking about in the silence.

He hummed in reply, not bothering to lift his head because he was too comfortable with his face against your chest.

You twirled some of his loose hair between your fingers, silently trying to persuade him as you asked, “Can we go to your room? I want to see more than just your living room and kitchen.”

Before you could continue with your long-winded speech trying to convince him to let you go to a different part of the house, he interrupted you with a finger over your lips, letting out a muffled “mm-mm” while he shook his head that was still against your chest. You frowned, moving his finger away from your mouth and continuing to push, “Why not?”

A scowl took over his face as he peered up at you, his chin stabbing into your sternum when he replied with aggressive venom in his tone, “Because I said no. Drop it.”

Once you nodded, a look of stinging fear glazing your eyes, his expression relaxed and he put his face back into your chest. Although your response calmed him, his answer did nothing to satiate your curiosity. You’d been in his room a few times prior to the kidnapping, so what was so different about now?

You let out a small sigh, continuing to run your hands through his hair but turning your attention towards the TV that still played your favorite show, although you’d begun to get rather tired of it after watching it over and over so much. Especially now, when watching different shows and dramas was all Eren had let you do aside from occasionally letting you play games on his laptop. As relaxing as the routine used to be, it was starting to grow excruciatingly dull. There were only so many days you could do nothing but laze around before you grew tired of it.

“Eren.” You began again, desperate for something to entertain you. You didn’t want to spend all your time out of the basement doing the same thing you did in it.

With a quiet groan, he lifted his head again and frowned, “What now?”

“I’m bored… I want to do something other than watch TV.”

Realizing that you weren’t trying to annoy him about getting into his room again, his eyes softened and he replied with a sweeter tone, “Like what?”

“I don’t know. You have games, don’t you?”

“In my room, yeah. But I don’t want you going in there right now and I’m not leaving you alone to grab anything.”

“Then what else can we do?”

When you asked, his brows scrunched together and he averted your gaze, deep in thought. You watched carefully, worried that he would become irate if you were too talkative while he was trying to relax.

Slowly, his cheeks darkened as an idea popped into his head—one he’d usually tried to push away so that he wouldn’t risk making you feel uncomfortable with your already fragile emotional state, but right now? You seemed to be in a better mood, and much more content with doing just about anything to ease your boredom. There was nothing to stand in the way of his selfish desires.

Noticing the way his former annoyance bloomed into a red-faced fluster, you grew worried and tried to turn his head so he’d look at you, only for him to avoid meeting your eyes. His cheeks were burning hot to the touch and you could tell he had something on his mind.

“What’s wrong?” You tried to ask calmly despite the tremble in your voice, mentally preparing yourself for whatever emotion he might reply with.

A silent pause followed, and he barely managed to stutter it out, his hesitancy to explain his thoughts holding the words back, “I thought of something we could do if you are really that against just watching TV, but—but it’s kind of lewd. It’s—It’s really lewd actually.”

You could feel your cheeks grow warm at all the things that could mean, quietly urging him to continue out of curiosity about his desire, “Yes…? What is it?”

He was quiet again before he met your eyes, replying with a faltering voice full of anxiety, “I was thinking that maybe… we could take turns touching each other, and we could—I could learn more about your body… and we could make it into a game, I guess? If you really want to, the person who finds the most sensitive spots on the other person could win. That would make it more fun, right? Would something like that interest you more than TV?”

He stared at you with pleading puppy eyes while awaiting your response, his pupils swallowing his irises that practically glowed as they peered into your soul.

Your entire face burned hot, now matching his. You were like shy kids confessing to each other, so tense and unnerved.

Speaking with an unfamiliar kind of softness in his voice, he sounded like he would explode with embarrassment if you didn’t respond well, “We don’t have to, but I just—I just really want to touch you again. Even without the ‘game’ part. I’ve missed it. A lot.”

He felt so perverted just saying it out loud.

His offer was tempting, but you didn’t know if you could trust it. Your judgment had felt so clouded recently and you’d been giving into him more under the guise of gaining enough freedom to escape, but how much would you need before you tried to leave again? The thought of escaping was crossing your mind less and less, and you were growing used to being with only Eren all the time, getting dangerously close to enjoying it.

Part of you was terrified of ever leaving, terrified of how your friends would react when they found out what you’d already let him do to you, and terrified of leaving what you’d just started becoming accustomed to—but another part of you was terrified to stay. If you did, how far would things go? How deep of a hole would you dig for yourself before it was too late to get out?

“We don’t have to!” He repeated, pulling you out of your thoughts, “I could just find something else for us to do if you don’t want to,”

“It’s okay! It’s fine, it’s fine. We can do that.” You blurted out without processing what you were saying. The last thing you wanted was to upset him, so satisfying him was the only option even if it went against your better judgment. You could deal with the guilt later, but right now you had to focus on keeping his trust. Besides, it wouldn’t hurt to give in and have a little fun with someone you’d trusted while you could, take advantage and get the experience you missed out on years before. You’d rather it be him than a stranger. That’s what you told yourself, at least.

“Really? Are you sure?” He asked again to reassure your consent while his lips shifted into a sly smile.

No. You weren’t. But you’d already made your bed, and you’d rather lie in it than rip off the sheets and start from the beginning, “Yeah. I am.”

There was a small moment of silence, the two of you staring at each other before he jumped off of the couch, swiftly making his way to the tree where Jiyuu was. He was quick to take his feathery friend to his cage, closing the door and covering it with the blanket he’d normally only use for him at night. Despite the bird's clear displeasure of being put to bed early, showcased through his sad-sounding caws as the cage was locked, he left the cover on and returned to you on the couch, towering over you with half-lidded eyes and a beet-red face.

“Uh, could you get on my lap when I sit down?” He asked timidly, placing a hand on your shoulder.

You responded by nodding and sliding to the side, allowing him to sit while he dragged you onto his lap to straddle him.

Once again, it grew quiet. You were looking at anything but each other, the awkward tension making it difficult to keep eye contact. You were both used to intimate actions, but not intimate words, so anything you thought of saying fell short before it could leave your lips.

It felt like you were fumbling teenagers again, lacking experience and not knowing where to begin—although Eren was the only one of you who had any to begin with. The most you had under your belt was some awkward and sloppy kissing between you and your short-term ex-boyfriends from high school, but he didn’t know that.

“Since this is a game… Do I get anything if I win?” You asked first, trying to break the ice and guarantee at least something good would come out of this.

You watched the cogs turn in Eren’s head for a moment before he responded, trying to figure out how to word it so that you didn’t request anything unreasonable after his answer, “I guess you can have something… Just tell me what, as long as it doesn’t have anything to do with leaving.”

It only took you a minute to decide what you wanted, the idea popping into your head rather quickly when you thought about what he would actually be willing to give, “Can I go in your room?”

He sighed hearing your response, a cross glare in his eyes while he reluctantly acceded, “Fine, but only if you A, win, and B, give me until tomorrow to clean it.”

The excitement you had grew rapidly, but just as it peaked, it dissipated when you remembered what you would have to do to get your reward, and the fact that it wasn’t guaranteed in the first place. The small smile that’d grown on your face faded once you realized it, and then the pressure ramped up once again.

“So…” He finally began, a short pause holding him while his eyes drifted down to your chest, his hands landing on your hips where he rubbed small circles into them with his thumbs, “Where should we start?”

You were both anxious, but he was the only one trying to hide it. His hands were shaking, but he tried to mask it with subtle movements down your plush thighs. He wanted to touch you. He wanted to feel all of you and run his hands over your entire body—but he wanted to make sure you wanted it too. He needed you to want it too.

“Wherever you want,” you replied, too nervous to say much else. His hands felt like fire against your cold skin, the feeling of them gliding over your body making your cheeks boil.

His fingers grazed down to your knees and back up your body, stopping just below your chest to speak quietly, “I want to touch you everywhere though.”

It was obvious what he wanted to do, but was too nervous to do it. His brows scrunched together while he stared at your chest, sunken in thought. The sight almost had you giggling from how silly he looked like that, so deeply focused on your breasts. To try and urge him forward and get past both of your anxieties, you slowly intertwined your fingers with his, leading his hands up to grope you.

His eyes flicked up to you as he made contact with your chest again, his gaze relaxing and eyes lighting up as they stared into yours. You looked so pretty in your current position, sitting on his lap with your cute thighs squished against him, your hands covering his, and your gorgeous eyes shying away from his stare.

“Can I kiss you? Please?” He asked, leaning in so close that you could feel the heat radiating off of his crimson face while he squeezed you.

Letting out a small squeak from his grip, you decided to skip the verbal reply and gently pushed your lips against his, your noses bumping awkwardly because you were hesitant to do anything that could deepen the kiss further. Despite this, Eren missed the cue and tilted his head to the side, trying desperately to interlock your lips and part yours.

His groping grew rougher as he relaxed, fingers touching your nipples through the thin shirt you wore, the fabric barely shielding how hard they were growing. Your face was burning while he felt you up, sweat beading on your forehead when something stiff pressed against your crotch.

It was so warm. Everything about him was warm. His body, his demeanor, even his smell. It was all so warm compared to the cold you always felt. Even before he took you away, it was always cold. But he was so warm.

“Eren…” you mumbled into his lips, your pulse rising and your arms falling over his shoulders.

He pulled away for a moment, face still inches away from yours, “What is it?”

“You’re warm.”

You could feel him chuckle as you said it, responding with “So are you.”

He kissed you again, this time carefully pushing his tongue between your lips in a way that was less than forceful and moving one of his hands to the back of your neck to hold you there. His touch sent tingles up your spine, your body melting into his hands. It was like your integrity burned away when he was close, and you couldn’t help but crave more.

Eren’s other palm slipped under your shirt, sliding up your stomach and squeezing your bare breast before lifting the fabric further. Your body tensed again, suddenly growing anxious at the thought of him seeing your chest nude. It’s not like he hadn’t before, but it was only now that it felt so nerve-wracking. You couldn’t pinpoint why, but now the thought made your heart race.

When he finally pulled his face away from yours, giving you time to breathe, it was only so he could pull your shirt over your head and throw it aside. Following that, his mouth was back on yours and he was reaching for your chest again—but this time, you stopped him. You took your arms off his neck to cover yourself, anxiety pulsing at the thought of him looking at you more. You didn’t feel this way the other times you’d been nude around him, so why were you so nervous now? Everything was burning all of a sudden, and it almost made you feel sick.

“Hey, is something wrong?” Eren questioned in his sweetest voice, attempting to quell your sudden fear by backing off to cup your cheek, his other hand resting on your thigh. You tried to look him in the eyes, but your stomach sank when you met them. His irises were the brightest, most intimidating green that made your heart ache, you couldn’t stand to stare.

“I’m—I’m kind of scared.” You stammered, staring down at his hand while his thumb rubbed small circles into your skin.

His brows furrowed as he overthought what you said, “Just… all of a sudden? It wasn’t like this before, why now?”

He didn’t mean to seem angry, but his expression showed the opposite. So, feeling pressured with a slight tinge of fear in your eyes, you quietly apologized and began to uncover yourself, afraid of upsetting him and causing any harm that might get you sent back downstairs. He stopped you immediately, grabbing your wrists and holding them so your arms still covered you.

“Don’t apologize… It’s fine if you don’t want to.” He reassured, reaching to grab your shirt beside him on the couch, “I don’t want to do anything if you don’t want to.”

Sadness laced his tone, his expression matching it as he pulled the garment over your head. It wasn’t because you were hesitant to go further with him, you knew that, but your heart hurt to see him making such a face. So sad, even with the tiny smile on his lips that was meant to reassure you. It was more than just wanting to stay upstairs. You wanted to make him feel happy. Even if you felt guilty about how you would do it.

“No, no, Eren…” You stopped him from pulling the shirt down, pushing it back over your chest while you wiped your watering eyes with your other arm. “It’s—It’s not that. I'm just—I’m—So nervous.”

“What are you nervous about?” He asked, trying to avoid the temptation of looking at your now bare torso while he addressed the issue at hand.

“I don’t know,” you started, mentally going through the list of things that were making you anxious to find something to say other than the truth about the shame you felt, “This is just… a lot different than the last few times you’ve seen me naked. You’re so close so you’re going to see… everything.”

“I don’t care what they look like. The only thing I care about is that it’s you.” He grabbed your hands and squeezed them, cheeks blazing red as he leaned close to you to confess, “You’re perfect to me. So perfect.”

Your heart began to swell again, this time for a different reason.

He always made you feel so wanted, even before he took you away, his words like a warm blanket around your needy heart. It almost had you crawling into his hold, with no intention of ever leaving. No one ever praised you like he did, so maybe that’s why it had such a large effect on you. You were so susceptible to it that it was dangerous to your escape, constantly tiptoeing the line between enjoying the praise and falling face-first into Stockholm syndrome. It was a dangerous game you were playing, and without even realizing, you were losing.

“Can… you touch me again?” You asked quietly after letting his praise marinate in your head for a minute, prying your hands out of his to pull your shirt over your breasts again.

Shocked by your sudden switch-up, his eyes widened for a moment before he awkwardly nodded while placing his hands on your waist, finally letting his eyes trail down to your breasts.

Seeing them so close sent blood rushing not only to his face, but also down under, his already semi-hard on pushing uncomfortably against his pants. He wanted to brand them with his bites and kisses, cover them in his spit, and bruise them with hickeys to claim them as his. He was opposed to rushing you though, so all he could do was drag his hands up your torso until they finally cupped around your soft flesh, squeezing lightly just to confirm that he was really touching you and that it wasn’t just another wet dream.

You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to repeat his reassurances in your head while he fondled you. His normally cold hands were warm against your skin, squishing and playing with your chest and making your already hot body feel like it was burning.

He was pushing them together, bouncing them, and holding them in his palms. It was so embarrassing, but you were trying desperately to keep it together. When you finally brewed up enough confidence to pry your eyes open, you saw how happy he looked, as silly as it was, and it took everything inside of you not to let out a giggle that could’ve embarrassed him. You wanted him to keep enjoying himself, even if your face burned from the awkwardness of it.

But just as you were growing used his hands on you, he threw a question at you that hit like a brick to the face, draining every ounce of courage out of you in a split second, “Can I… suck on them?”

He was leaning towards your chest as he spoke, looking up at you with anticipating eyes that made another wave of intense heat flare through your face. You were barely getting used to his fondling, but to suck on them? You might faint. With no experience except your own fingers and numerous toys, you didn’t even know how sensitive your nipples could be. The thought of squirming around in his lap while he lapped so leisurely on your tits made you shiver. But at the same time, it also piqued your curiosity and made the warmth between your thighs grow. You couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like.

“Yeah. Sure. That’s—That’s fine. Just—be gentle, ok? No one’s ever done that to me before…” You replied with a shaking voice, brows pushed together with worry while you avoided eye contact.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” He asked rhetorically, hungry eyes still gazing up at you as he leaned towards your chest. He broke his stare to pull your shirt up and off again, cupping your breasts and latching onto one of your nipples like it was all he was born to do.

You winced in response, anxious to experience the feeling for the first time. Just having your sensitive bud in his mouth felt so different, so warm and wet—so when he took a long, slow lick, you couldn’t stop the whimper that left your throat.

He almost lost his composure right then when he heard that noise. It was amazing, like a slice of a heavenly melody he wanted to keep locked in his brain forever. He wanted more of those sounds. He needed more of them.

With your other breast cupped in his palm, he started to pinch and nudge the bud while he sucked softly on the one in his mouth. You were already letting out more quiet whines, holding the back of his head while your fingers tangled in his hair. You couldn’t even begin to explain the burning pleasure that rippled from your chest to your core or the throbbing ache that proliferated between your thighs. It felt so much better than you imagined, and as much as you didn’t want to admit it, Eren being the one to do it made your heart race.

Desperate to pry more sounds from you, his intensity rose by the minute, lips tugging on your nipple and fingers pinching the other. As more soft whines and moans spilled from your mouth, your spine arching to push your chest further into his face, he could feel the stiffness in his pants painfully begging to be freed. You sounded beautiful, he just wanted to throw you onto the couch and fuck you senseless while you cried out. Holding back from that was so hard, especially with all the cute noises you were making. He wanted to take you right here, but he knew he’d have to be patient if he didn’t want you to feel rushed or forced. He needed to be like a wolf stalking its deer. Slow, calculated, determined.

Pulling away from your mound, he looked at your swollen, spit-covered bud, smiling to himself with newfound confidence while moving to your other one. His possessive feelings were growing with each mark he left on you, every new blemish claiming another piece of your body for himself. Once he had all of you, god knows how he’d act.

He had one arm around you, pushing you closer to him to make it easier for him to swallow your chest while his hands groped your ass and felt up the wet spot between your legs, just barely tugging at the hem of your shorts when the opportunity arose. He was sucking hard, running his tongue diligently over the nipple and flicking it repeatedly to steal more moans from you. Every noise, every whimper, and every whine was just more motivation to him, fueling his excitement to keep touching you and eventually have you touch him. He almost couldn’t take it anymore, the bulge in his pants becoming increasingly painful the longer this went on.

It seemed he finally snapped after a few more minutes of vigorous sucking and quiet whimpers, grabbing your arms and forcing his face away from your chest after he heard you whisper out his name. As much as he wanted to continue the petting, he needed to have you now or he might just burst.

“Fuck whatever stupid idea I had for a game, I need you to touch me. I need you to touch me now, please.” Eren begged, sounding more desperate than you’d ever heard him before, almost growing teary-eyed at how pent-up he was becoming. His hips were roughly grinding into yours, praying for anything to rub against or release his tension. He was so frantic that you thought he might get on his knees and beg if you said no.

If you were being honest with yourself, you were curious. You wanted to know what he felt like and how he would react. You wanted to revel in the feeling of being desired so badly.

“You want me to touch you… that bad?” You asked, your voice quivering from the intense feeling rumbling through your body that you could only describe as heavy. Without Eren’s support, you would probably collapse into a hot mess on the couch.

Eren’s eyes grew wide as if you were spouting nonsense in a language he didn’t understand, “Of course I do! Why the hell do you think we’re here in the first place? I’ve never wanted anything so badly!”

His hands were shaking out of frustration, his grip strong enough to leave marks. Though, when the fear gleamed in your eyes and your muscles tensed up, he was quick to calm, loosening his hold and sliding his hands down to hold yours instead.

“I’m… I’m sorry, I’m just… so, so desperate. I want you so badly,” He apologized, looking down to avoid shameful eye contact with you, “I need you. Badly.”

You stared at him quietly for a moment, playing around with the ideas in your head before deciding through your lust-clouded judgment that you wanted him too. In the moment, you didn’t care if you would regret it later. You just wanted to touch him. You wanted to have control over him, if only for a little while.

For once, you were the one to make the first move, leaning forward and placing a soft kiss on his forehead while you reached your hand to his groin. His entire body stiffened as you put your hand on the tent in his pants, his cheeks flushing when he peeked up at you with that desperate look in his eyes.

“Please—Please be gentle. Don’t squeeze it too much, I don’t—know how much I can take…” He stuttered out as if the fabric holding his cock back hurt any less than you squeezing him too tightly would.

Nodding, you caressed him again, watching carefully as his eyes squeezed shut and he leaned back, uttering a soft moan from your hand on the underside of his cock. He was still tense, but you could see that he was enjoying your touch, so you carried on. Beginning gently, you cupped him through the thin fabric of his pajama pants and massaged your hand up and down his pulsing shaft, eventually moving to tug at the band around his waist to silently ask permission to free him from his confines.

Although you wanted to take it slow, you were also desperate to see and touch him without the barrier separating you; and it seemed like he was too. That much was evident when he didn’t bother to let you pull his pants or boxers down, ripping them off himself and leading your hand back to his freed shaft by your wrist.

Catching on quickly, you tightened your hand around him and eyed up his length, examining it while he went back to gasping at every little movement you made. He was a lot bigger than you expected him to be up close, not to mention how heavy he felt in your palm. Seeing all of the little things you hadn’t noticed previously, it looked so different too.

Veins crawled up from the bottom of his girth, stopping a few inches before reaching his head, and he was swollen and red at the tip, already leaking precum. His bush was well-trimmed, a tiny freckle at the base of it, and it curved upwards while it twitched in your hand. You never thought you’d see a dick that looked so… perfect. Just holding his weight in your hands had you clenching around nothing, the thought of it filling you up passing through your mind more than once.

You slowly moved your hand up, stopping with your thumb on the underside of where his head and shaft met. You’d read online about men being sensitive in that spot, and it appeared to be true by the way his breath hitched when you ghosted your digit over it. Curious, you pressed lightly and caressed the spot up and down, causing his hips to jolt unexpectedly while a louder gasp left his throat.

“Ohh my god. Oh my god.” He breathed out, pushing his elbows into the cushions behind him to grip the couch beneath his thighs more efficiently. He’d never felt this good, even with his other, more experienced flings in the past. Even with less skill and precision, you were just so much better.

You were you. His dream. Everything he’d ever wanted in life. That’s what you were. His most prized possession, his most important person. That alone made everything feel superior. Because it was you doing it.

Enjoying the erotic look on his face, you kept up your motions and continued to stroke the spot below his head, sending him into a frenzy of squirms and whimpers as he grew overstimulated just by the pad of your thumb. His hips bucked up, desperate to get more friction to tip him over the edge of his already approaching orgasm.

“Fuck—Fuck, you have no idea how good this feels.” He uttered under his breath, voice shaking as you rubbed even faster. His whimpers were high-pitched, turning into something more akin to whines as he neared the end; but just as he was reaching the hilt of his pleasure, you pulled your hand away, leaving him to cry and plead for your touch again.

Seeing him so desperate for it was such a change from his usual self. It was like the roles swapped, and now you were the one that had him wrapped around your finger. You never wanted it to end. You longed to keep what little control over him you had for as long as you could. Plus, he looked cute when he was the one tomato-faced and begging.

Leaning close, you kissed his jaw while he audibly sniffled, reaching up to put your hand behind his head and push it forward to kiss his forming tears away. He whimpered again, one hand clawing the couch while the other flew to your hip. You pecked his face, slowly trailing to his lips so you could kiss, fully entrapping him in the scheme forming in your head.

Your fingers wrapped around his shaft for a second time, shocking him into pulling away before you pushed your lips against his again, assertive about keeping his mouth against yours. He was already moaning into you, grip growing tight as you began moving your hand up and down his length.

He was practically melting underneath you, arms trembling as your hand worked his hardness, pumping it rapidly. His cries for you were only growing louder, turning into muffled chants about how close he was to finishing. You loved to hear it, but you knew you didn’t want it to end so soon.

Once again, you let go of him, moving off of his lap and taking a seat next to him on your knees while he whined about your second absence. However, his complaints ceased when he realized what you were doing, your head already moving closer to his length and your hand taking its place at the base of it.

“Wait, wait,” He panicked, trying to stop you, reaching forward to grab some of your hair and pull your head away, “Are—Are you sure you want to do that? It doesn’t taste as good as you might think.”

Your mouth changed from its open “O” into a pout, a frown taking over your features as he stopped you from finishing him off, “I know what I want, Eren. Please let me.”

With your familiar longing gaze piercing his, he was quick to give in and remove his hand from your head, thanking the lord that he held the motivation to wash himself regularly and make sure he was clean every time he interacted with you. Right now you wanted him almost as much as he wanted you, and if you were so certain about it then he wasn’t about to stop that. He needed to take his chance to savor it because god knows how long he’d wanted this and when he'd get another chance. You finally wanted him too, so it would be foolish to stop now.

“Just… don’t push yourself.” He muttered, running his hand down your back while you resumed what you were doing before.

You nodded with a quiet hum, placing a gentle kiss on the head and taking an experimental lick just below. Tracing the pad of your finger up and down his veins, you took in all of the little shudders you managed to coax out of him and began a trail of kisses down the underside of his length. The way he was almost pouting with embarrassment while his cheeks were such a deep shade of red was adorable, it just made you want more. You wondered if this was how he felt about you most of the time, so enamored that he couldn't think about anything other than your face.

Reaching the base with your pecks, his cock twitching every time you made contact, you stuck out your tongue and pressed it against him. Slowly and tediously, you dragged it back up to the top, leaving a trail of saliva in your wake while Eren bit back a whine. A few more frivolous kisses to the tip and you finally took him into your mouth, pushing your tongue against him while you lowered your head as much as you could without gagging.

Lifting your head, you peered up at him, studying his face while you tried to force more into your mouth, unable to fit more than a few inches before tears emerged in the corners of your eyes. He was so big, you could barely get anything in, but that didn’t seem to affect the amount of pleasure it gave him when you finally began bobbing your head. Eren was already turning into a mess again, but the second you started moving the hand on his shaft in rhythm with your mouth, he nearly broke down crying from the feeling.

Tracing shaky hearts on your back, he stared down at you, trying to burn the image he saw into his memory and lock it away for safekeeping. It was exhilarating to see you like this, so much so that he had to cover his mouth to prevent the moans that slipped out from growing too loud. He couldn’t handle it, especially after being edged twice, he was going to go crazy if you didn’t let him finish this time.

Holding himself still was the most difficult thing, especially when all he wanted to do was hammer into your throat like there was no tomorrow—but he didn’t want to make you choke on him. Not yet, at least. It felt too early to be that rough with you.

Being built up and denied satisfaction the last two times meant it wasn't long before the band was stretched again, dangerously close to breaking. The way your tongue pressed against the sensitive spot below his head, the way your fingers curled around him and stroked everything that didn’t fit in your mouth had him gasping for air. It was driving him up the wall, pushing him so close that he could feel himself at the very edge, nearly tumbling over it even if you weren’t the best at what you were doing.

When your eyes flicked up to meet his, watching his ruby-red and sweat-slicked face twisted with pleasure, he finally snapped. You watched his eyes squeeze shut as he threw his head back, crying out in whimpers as he lost control of his hips through his orgasm, repeatedly chanting “I love you” between swears.

You couldn’t help but gag as more than you could handle was shoved down your throat, eyes going wide as your mouth was coated with a bitter taste that made you wince. You had to pull away while he was still coming, coughing and gagging more at the feeling of his release in your throat while the rest spilled over your hand.

Eren was apologizing under his breath, still struggling through the pleasure of his climax—but you decided to push him the slightest bit further as revenge for making you choke, massaging your finger over the same spot you had earlier and sending a shock through his entire body again. You continued to touch him as you sat up, leaning into him with your head on his shoulder so you could feel the way he shook from the overstimulation.

“Please—Please, oh my god I can’t take it.” He cried, tears bordering his eyes as you teased him. Seeing that you didn’t want to go too overboard, you decided to give him mercy and let go, watching him go limp as his body finally relaxed. He was panting, covered in sweat like he’d just finished one of the intense basketball scrimmages you used to watch him do, even though he’d only gotten sucked off and pleasured. It was almost cute to you, mostly because it made it much more obvious how much of a hold you had on him, and you enjoyed it. You enjoyed being desired.

Following a few minutes of quiet, filled only with sounds of his panting and shuffling of you snuggling against his arm, he spoke up again through pants, slowly coming back into his normal headspace that was dedicated to caring for you, “Was… Was that okay? Are you doing okay?”

Your eyes half-lidded while you stared at him from his shoulder, you nodded with a smile spreading across your lips. The bliss of everything was still holding onto you, the giddy feeling that bubbled in your chest stemming from the moments prior. You just wanted to stay like this, cuddled up against him while you relaxed together in sweet silence, only broken occasionally by your back-and-forth comments about aftercare and gentle kisses to his collarbone.

When Eren finally decided to get up, still so delirious from the pleasure that he hadn’t even thought about how you were out of sight, it was only to grab a rag and some water from the kitchen. Then was back on the couch as quickly as he’d left, tidying you up and pulling you into his lap to cradle you. While you clung to him, burying your face into his neck, he leaned forward to grab your shirt from the floor, quickly pulling it over your head so you could get back to cuddling.

You were feeling oddly clingy, more so than before. You just wanted to stay in his arms, snuggled up to his warm body. It was the most at peace you’d felt since you’d been taken. It felt nice.

Suddenly pulling you out from your comfort, Eren pushed your face away from his neck, eliciting a whine from you as he grabbed the glass of ice water and brought it up to your lips, “Come on, you should drink. I know that I probably didn’t taste very good…”

Pouty about being pulled away, you snapped back playfully with a raised brow while pushing the glass away, “How would you know what you taste like?”

His face twisted in embarrassment, his brows furrowing as he stammered trying to explain himself, “Well, I don’t, but I’ve just—I’ve been told it doesn’t taste very good.”

You giggled at his response, “That doesn’t mean you don’t taste good to me,” even though it was true that he tasted rather foul.

Slightly flustered, Eren quickly tried to regain control of the conversation, feigning confidence while placing his hand on your nape to push your face close to his, “Well why don’t you let me have a taste for myself so I can see?”

“Mm, how am I supposed to do that?” You asked.

“Like this.” He replied, pushing his lips against yours and dipping his tongue into your mouth before pulling away just as quickly, leaving you stunned at his sudden shamelessness.

While you were still staring at him with your mouth slightly agape, he pushed the glass cup into your hands, forcing you to hold it as he guided it up to your mouth. Finally pulled out of your trance, you let out a small sigh and took a sip, the cool water finally washing away the bitter taste his release had left in your mouth.

“I guess I don’t taste that bad,” He started, which on its own almost caused you to spit out the water, only to be shocked again when he continued the statement, “Or maybe I was just tasting you.”

You nearly choked while trying to swallow, yelling out afterward and slapping his shoulder, “Eren!”

“Shh, shh, just come here so I can hold you again.” He cooed, taking the glass from you and pulling you against him, “My angel.”

Pressing kisses to your head, he smiled as you snuggled into him, nuzzling your nose into the crook of his neck while he pet your hair. With both of you relaxed, it was quiet once more, the two of you cuddled into each other as the silence surrounded you, leaving you both to your thoughts.

Eren was thinking about what you’d said, about what you wanted if you won his “game.” Even if you didn’t remember it in the moment, he would feel bad if he didn’t give it to you eventually. Not to mention, you were smart. You’d end up asking about it again at some point. He knew you would, and the thought of it made him anxious.

It’s not that he didn’t want you to go into his room, it was just that the things he had out would be deathly embarrassing for you to see. Once he got the chance to clean everything up, it would be fine for you to come in. If anything, he wanted you to stay in his room. He wanted to be able to trust you enough to sleep in his bed with him, to experience that kind of deep intimacy with you; but with everything you’d done recently, he still wasn’t sure about it. However, he did have a somewhat peculiar idea about what you could do to gain his trust—one that would get the authorities off of his back too if he played the cards right. Your reaction to the idea would tell him all he needed to know about how much he could trust you too. It was brilliant—at least to him, it was.

As if your minds were parallel to one another, you decided to speak up and ask about what’d been promised to you, “Hey… am I still gonna get my reward since I technically won that game you mentioned?”

“Funny you say that actually, I was just thinking about it,” he began his reply, tightening his arms around you so that you would be as flush against him, no space separating you, “And I thought about something else we could do that you might like a little more.”

Jumping to the conclusion that he was trying to back out of his past agreement, a frown formed on your face and you opened your mouth to scold him, only to be stopped with a finger pushed to your lips followed by his loud shushing.

“Shh! Just let me finish before you chew me out!” He hushed you, pressing kisses between your wrinkled brows until they relaxed, then continuing, “My idea wasn’t that different from yours. It’s pretty much the same. I’ll let you come into my room tomorrow, except I’ll also let you stay the night with me there.”

Again not allowing him to finish, you interrupted excitedly with a smile already taking over your face, “Really? In your bed? With you?”

Eren already spent many of his nights downstairs with you, but that wasn’t the same as sleeping with him in his bed. Sleeping in his room not only meant you were free from the unfriendly aura of the basement, but that you would have light when you woke up. You could wake up to the warm morning sun for the first time in a month. You’d missed it so much.

“Yes. With me.” He began again, clearing his throat and frowning at your repetitive habit of interrupting him, “But only under one condition.”

Taking note of his annoyance, you stayed quiet this time, eyeing him as a way of silently asking him to continue.

“You need to call the police department tomorrow morning and tell them you don't want to go home.”

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ambrosialdesire · 8 months

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bounded

18+ DARK CONTENT BELOW, MINORS + BLANK BLOGS DNI

pairing: s4 eren x fem!reader word count: 2.5k warnings + tags: general yandere and obsessive themes, unhealthy relationships, one-sided pining, childhood friends, p*rn w/ plot, non-con, manipulation, guilt-tripping, loss of virginity, forced fingering, forced f oral sex, vaginal sex, bounded hands (kinda), panty-gag, praise & degradation, slight edging, spitting, hair-pulling, forced cheating, all characters are 18+ synopsis: ignoring the romantic feelings of the man you thought was your beloved childhood best friend was never your intention, but you should have given eren a shot. maybe then you wouldn't be begging for forgiveness underneath the star-filled sky. a/n: continuation of boundless, as requested by many anons hehe so this is just straight up smut, mostly cause i'm still practicing how to write it. no i will not write a third part of this little series but i will accept asks about it just like any other fic i've written. i also reached over 500 likes since the start of this blog and i wanna thank y'all sm for the support!! i really didn't expect this much love towards my silly writing and i'm really grateful to be able to share a small piece of what i like to do. have fun with the read! i would love some feedback on the smut and how to improve it cause i feel like it's not up to par lol note: please keep in mind of the tags above and do not proceed if triggering or uncomfortable, especially if you are a minor!! do not read my or any other writers' dark content if you are underaged. this is a fictional work and does not reflect irl morals, do not believe this is how a real romance works or functions.

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A good god would never hurt their creations.

A good god would never bestow pain, sickness, or selfishness within their creations.

A good god would be morally just.

If there was a god here, they wouldn't have created this hellhole called Paradis. If there was one, what a cruel and merciless creator they'd be for letting thousands upon thousands of cannibalistic monsters live across the land.

No amount of written literature or street-wide sermons could convince you that any sort of higher being would create this generational agony out of the kindness of their heart. What was the lesson that humanity needed to learn? Why create this animosity towards the beings that you supposedly love?

You believed in no god. No merciful god was able to exist on this forsaken island.

Yet as Eren pressed the pads of his fingertips against the nub of your clit, the pleading incantations for something or someone — anyone — could not cease from spilling out from behind the cloth.

He sighed in annoyance but still rubbed it in slow circles. "I'd love to hear your voice but you know the rules up here. You don't want to get in trouble do you?"

The amount of pressure around your wrists tightened to the point that you thought he was going to break them, hot tears spilling out of your cheeks. To the best of your ability, you tried relaxing but your legs tensed and squeezed around Eren's waist as he began to pick up the pacing. You wanted to believe that he wouldn't hurt you, the dearest boy that you've loved ever since the two of you were little.

"Good girl." He quietly praised under his breath and you couldn't help but feel your heart ignorantly skip from those simple words, parts of his now-long brown hair falling over his eyes as he focused on your lower half.

His eyes had always reminded you of a clear morning sky, bright and confidently focused on the future ahead of him. You've adored those turquoise-blue eyes of his for years, admiration running through your veins whenever you shared a look with him. Now as you were able to catch a glance of them as he played with your now-throbbing clit, only dread crawled up your spine.

He was unrecognizable, a build-up of years of pain and resentment rippling off in a dark stormy sky. This was someone who simply existed to get revenge, tearing through everything to get what he wanted in the end.

This man wasn't your best friend. This man was not your Eren. This was no longer the boy that you playfully chased after over hills and through alleys. Whoever this was on top of you is a stranger.

A monster.

A demon.

He began to dip two of his fingers into your hole, a small shudder of breath escaping you as he slowly pushed one of his digits in. "Fuck, you're tight. That asshole doesn't know what the hell he's doing with you."

It hurt, the stretch from only two of his lithe fingers was foreign to your body. The sound of them going in and out with the slightest sounds of squelching made you cringe internally.

Your boyfriend never touched you once, both you and him promised to save each other until marriage. The idea gave you comfort at the time that no matter what, this fight will be worth it in the end. Since the Titans started to slowly thin out, the chance of finally starting a family with him became even more likely. It seemed that the world thought otherwise, digging its claws deep within your flesh. You shook your head towards Eren, who raised a confused eyebrow before grinning ear-to-ear.

"Don't tell me he never touched you?" He let go of your wrists and the warmth of his hand left from between your thighs. You thought he was letting you go scot-free. The two of you would just forget this night ever happened and go back to pretending that you were the best of friends. Unfortunately, you thought wrong.

Once Eren got an idea in his head, it was difficult to convince him otherwise.

He suddenly grabbed your waist, pulling your lower body close to his face, your legs dangling on-top of his shoulders. His arms tightly wrapped around your stomach and held you upside down, blood rushing to your head. You struggled around for a little bit, confusion and terror melding into your expression before he pressed his mouth against your hardened clit and sucked.

"He's missing out then." He groaned and the vibrations shot through your body, hands gripping at the blanket underneath you. Like a starved man, he lapped up your fluids like it was going to be his last meal. You felt dizzy, from the position you were in and how feverishly focused he was as he continued to lick your folds. A muffled whine came out of your mouth as his tongue started to tease around your slick opening, your head shaking back and forth as you stared at him with scared eyes.

Eren ignored you, squeezing your body even closer to his, tongue now slipping in. He started to hold you with one arm and reached over to play with your clit as he prodded the muscle in you, your legs squeezing around his head. You tried to ignore the pulse in your core when you felt him press against your back, the tears coming back in full force. Never in years have you felt this powerless, especially when it was coming from the very person that you've always looked highly upon.

You felt disgusted as his saliva intertwined with your slick began to drip down your pussy, the flesh becoming glistened in the moonlight. Feeling his fingers soon dip in along with his tongue had you loudly exhale into the gag, your legs shaking as the tips of his fingers brushed against a particular spot with you. He kept poking and prodding till you could feel a heavy pressure build up in the pit of your stomach, an exploding desire to finally release something in your body had your eyes tightly closed shut.

You tried imagining the man that was enjoying you was your boyfriend, that this was your honeymoon and that he was the one that was pleasing you. Yet your body and mind refused to think picture him. The hands and fingers that touched you was far too calloused to be his. The hair that brushed against your inner thighs was too long. The body against yours was more muscular than his.

No matter what you tried to deny, this was Eren. Completely and wholly Eren.

A throaty groan made your whole body tense up and your eyes shoot back open. Eren finally pulled away from your lower half, his eyes half-lidded and dazed with lust. You were in a haze, confused and partially irritated that the pleasure was suddenly stopped, leaving you horridly unsatisfied. His mouth was covered with your fluids and you watched him run a tongue over his lips, a grin forming as he knew what you were thinking.

"I wanna feel you cum on my mouth another time. If I waited any longer, I would've came in my pants." He teased, letting you finally rest flat back on the blanket. You heard the click of his belt and the shuffle of his pants being pulled down, his lower half settling back in-between you.

"Watch me put it in." You shook your head in refusal and closed your eyes once more, but he didn't take that response well from the way he grabbed the top of your head and pulled at the hair roughly for you to look down.

"I said watch." He bore his teeth at you as tears formed in the corners of your eyes, the pain making you open them back up. You wished that you kept them closed, your breaths beginning to quicken as you realized his cockhead was getting close to your entrance.

It was a pretty cock, not too girthy nor was it too short. The tip was flushed a soft pink from what you could see in the moonlight, already dripping and glossy with precum. Tufts of dark brown hair trailed down towards the base of it and there was a shadow of a protruding vein that you were able to see on the side of his shaft.

Eren used his other hand to align himself to your hole, and you begrudgingly watched and felt him slowly sheath himself into your pussy. Agony was the first sensation that shot through your body, hands twisting the filthy sheet underneath you. The stretch burned your core and you painfully whined against the gag.

"Fuck — fuckkk — you're so warm and tight." He moaned as he released his hand from your hair. You felt grateful that he hadn't made any sudden movements, letting you at least adjust to the insertion. Perhaps there was still some form of compassion in the man you knew.

His hands went to your hips, gripping and kneading around the fat. You could feel him shaking, his cock twitching against your walls. Eren was never good at restraining himself and it showed, a muffled cry slipping out of you as he began to thrust without warning. You watched as his dick rhythmically slid in and out of you, splitting you in two.

"You're fucking mine, you hear me?" He hissed as he continued to rapidly plunge into your slopping cunt. You let out a muted cry as the palm of his hand made contact against the side of your ass, a stinging pain forming. "From the moment we were kids to now, you were and have always been mine."

He was relentless as he pounded into your pussy, every thrust caused sharp but muffled moans into the gag. You wanted to fight back but when you looked back into his eyes, your heart sank down to the pit of your stomach.

Desperation.

The most recognizable expression you've witnessed on others on numerous occasions. He fucked you like it was the last thing he'd ever get to do, as if this was a necessity. The tormented expression in his face, the way he bit down on his lip and dug his nails into your hips. No doubt he felt guilty for taking you like this, it was like he had no other option left.

His fingers reached over in between your lips and ripped out your spit-soaked panty, tossing it to the side. You took in heavy gulps of fresh air before he pressed his lips against yours, sloppily rubbing his tongue against yours. It was like he was trying to devour you whole, almost taking the air away from your lungs.

Eren pulled away with a pant, letting you moan out to the world without any more obstruction. "You're a cruel bitch, ignoring my feelings for years like this. Running to some bastard that'll never understand you."

His hips started to slam angrily against yours and reflectively, you wrapped your legs around his waist tightly. You could feel the tip of his cock nudging and poking against your cervix, whines slipping out of your lips as he continued to push his dick against it.

"E-eren, I'm s-sorry." You begged, tears pricking at the edges of your eyes, hoping that he'd ease up on your poor hole. You heard him breathily scoff at your weak apology.

"Yeah? You're sorry?" He half-heartedly laughed and put one of his hands under your jaw, squeezing your cheeks together. "If you're really sorry, open your mouth for me then slut."

You hesitantly obeyed, confused with his request but at least he stopped thrusting so violently. He grinned cockily and spat on your tongue, your face contorting to a grimace as you felt the warm and thick liquid rest on the surface. You wanted to spit it out, almost gagging as it was nearly sliding down your throat but Eren stopped you from turning your head to eject it out.

"Swallow it." He absolutely lost his mind if he thought you were going to do that. You glared at him but he simply smiled smugly, running his fingers through your hair, lightly tugging at the strands.

"Swallow it and I won't cum in you." The second he said that, your blood ran cold, eyes widening in fear. He can't be serious, can he? This was Eren you were talking about, of course he'd be serious.

You hated this, you hated how it felt like you knew him but at the same time, knew nothing about him at all.

With one swift motion, you swallowed and started coughing, trying not to throw up the dinner you had nearly an hour ago. He pried open your mouth with his fingers, checking as if you really did do it and kissed you once more after he finished his inspection.

"Good, you're doing so good." He whispered into your ear as he rolled his hips, plunging you once more with his cock. You unintentionally squeezed him as he angled himself more to hit a spongy spot within your cunt, a dragged out moan coming out as the tip rubbed it.

"You like that, you whore?" You nodded wordlessly as you rolled your head back, pleasure swimming in your muddled brain. You could feel his fingers slip in-between your drenched pussy, curling against your throbbing clit.

"Ha— What would your boyfriend think? His so-called innocent girlfriend being a filthy cock-slut for her best friend." He teased as he rolled his fingertips around the nub, your core clenching around him. You wanted to tell him off — to stop mentioning your boyfriend — but you were so close to that release from earlier that you couldn't focus on what he was saying about him.

You could feel Eren start to speed up, his thrusts becoming more deeper and erratic, his fingers moving faster and faster against your clit until you couldn't hold it in anymore. You could barely hear him tell you that you can do it, that he was almost there too. Your walls gripped around his moving cock and your vision went white, every single muscle in your body became pulled taut as you finally came.

He didn't stop throughout your orgasm, letting out a broken cry as he finally stopped moving. You felt nothing until he sat up and pulled away from your body, whining quietly as he slipped his now-soft cock out of your still-sensitive pussy. With that, you could feel a warm liquid spill out of your hole.

"You p-promised." You sobbed out in a whisper and he silently stroked the side of your face.

"I didn't promise you anything, but I meant what I said earlier. I love you, I won't let anyone or anything take you away from me. Not even fate will tear us apart." Eren laid next to you, your bodies sweaty and sticky. You couldn't stop crying, letting the tears fall down your face as you stared up at the night sky with him.

"I'll take care of you, okay? You won't need anyone else but me from now on." His calloused hand took in yours, interlocking his fingers with yours and holding it firmly.

"Me, you, and our baby. That's all that matters in the world." You couldn't help but cry aloud at that.

If there was a god, good or bad, may they never let this child live through this hell.

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lesinquietes · 4 months

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I just love the idea of Eren slowly manipulating you into believing in him, and sticking strong by his side, and serving your purpose as his little sex toy ❤️ who else provides stress relief like you do? You’re so obedient and willing to give him precisely what he wants. He doesn’t regret grooming you at all. His guilty conscience dissolved the second he saw how enthusiastic you were to suck him off after he came back from Marley, cute little ass poking up in your deep blue thong. He missed you while he was gone. He’s glad you came around in his absence, devoting yourself to him in all your entirety; he’ll have to thank his minions for positioning your mind with his ideologies, priming you for his return.

#mdni #tw dubcon #yandere eren yeager #yandere eren jaeger #yandere eren x reader #eren jeager #eren yeager #eren smut #eren x reader #eren jeager x reader #eren yaeger x reader #eren jaeger #eren thirst

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amethystsprinkles · 1 year

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Drunkenness

By Amethyst Sprinkles

Yandere! Eren x Reader

Warnings: Yandere themes, Noncon, smut, cunnilingus, oral (reader receiving), Alcohol, intoxication, arguing, Dacryphilia, oblivious Eren Yeager

Summary: When Eren gets drunk at the refugee camp, he gets a little handsy.

He looks at you as his flushed-red cheeks are now proof of his drunkenness. The both of you had moved away from the others- well more like he whisked you away with his heavy smooth hands… They were so warm and comforting, while yours were cold and rejecting.

How did he manage to like you? How did anyone? You never talk and when you do it’s hardly important. At least that’s what your parents used to say. Before they sent you off to the army never to see you again.

“Y/n, are you okay? you seem distracted.” Eren spoke, breaking you from your painful trance. “I-I’m fine. thank you, Eren.” He smiled. Suddenly you realized how close the two of you were. Literally and figuratively.

The golden lights radiating onto him made him look perfect. “Y’know, Y/n, I’ve always found you beautiful.” Your e/c eyes were now looking into his green ones. Oh, how they made you swoon. “Thank y-” his lips connected with yours and the air between you both ceased to exist. You could feel the multiple eyes and Mikasa’s rage on you.

Your waist was held tightly as he broke the kiss only to latch onto your neck. You let out a small gasp before running your fingers through his long brown hair. Shortly after you were lifted by him. After leaving the previous tent, you were taken to a new one not far away.

He sat you on the cushioned floor and gently lifted your chin slightly. “Can I taste you?” The question left you frozen. Before you could answer he began taking your pants off. “Eren please- I-” The sound of him shushing you became apparent quickly.

“Not when you’re this drunk Eren please!” you yelled, trying to push him off. You didn’t want to go without protection or in someone else’s space. “C’mon Y/n, I love you. I need you. I need your body, baby, please.” He gruffed.

You watched as your pants were flung across the room. His now burning hands gripping your underwear. He removed them just as quickly as your pants. You were completely exposed and open to him. You felt powerless and scared as tears filled your eyes.

He didn’t care. He continued to take advantage of you. His arms held you down roughly and he began to admire your body. The thought of one of your dearest friends doing this made you feel so humiliated and betrayed. Without warning his desperate lips opened and indulged you. The sounds of your moans were heard throughout the entire village.

You had tried to push him away, but he was relentless in his pursuit of you. But he loves you, right?

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thecuriousquest · 2 months

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Yan!Eren who starts the Rumbling for you.

#yandere #triggering content #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #triggering themes #yandere x darling #yandere themes #attack on titan #yandere attack on titan #yandere eren jaeger #yandere eren yeager #yandere eren x reader

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animeyanderelover · 4 months

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Anon: May I please request Eren, Mikasa and Armin with a scientist female s/o who is a scientist and half-human, half-robot from a futuristic, dystopian world where everything has advanced technology? The s/o was sent to other planets to explore and discover new life forms and ended up in a whole other galaxy.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, toxic relationship, possessiveness behavior, obsession, delusional thoughts, manipulation, threats, isolation

Otherworldly Scientist s/o is half-robot

Eren Yeager

👊It's all jumbled in his head. Past, present, future... It has become all the same to him and Eren is barely able to navigate through his own knowledge and perception of the paths. Yet you... Where do you come from? He can not see you there, inside his head you don't exist, have no spot in the timeline. So what exactly are you? Where do you come from? For the first time in years, Eren can not determine the present not the future as you are a mystery, a phenomenon even the Founder Titan can't see in his abilities. An otherworldly being from a place he can't perceive nor predict. Obviously this imposes a threat on his plan as he can't tell what will happen now since your presence has already changed the future he thought was set in stone. Yet despite all the Yeagerists viewing you as a threat to their plan, as a threat to Eren, Eren himself can't help but feel something different. Obviously initially he doesn't trust you as much as you are something that defies the laws of what should be possible, your body partially made of highest technology.

👊You aren't part of the timeline in his head so you become a pillar, a sign that when he is around you, he is in the present as you've not been part of his past nor are you within the future he sees in his head. You defy his abilities and despite all the fear and caution surrounding you, Eren can't help but suddenly feel a sliver of hope. Hope that maybe the future he thought was unavoidable isn't set in stone after all. You possess knowledge and technology far above what this world has to offer and despite his best attempts to push his hope down, he can't help but wonder if you could help him, save him from his own mind and impending death that crawls closer and closer. Around you the future seems to be still changable instead of one big prediction he has to obey like a slave. The future surrounding you is painted in black, unpredictable and for that full of chances and different ways to go about it. There are options. There is freedom because of your existence in his world.

👊Listening to your stories of your own world, the advanced technology and the fall of your own world in chaos and the end of humanity as he knows it are engrossing and his heart aches when he sees the sadness and defeat in your eyes. Eren's world is filled with life and death, natural things that your planet has lost long ago so despite the terror of his world, you are amazed with everything. This world must look like paradise in comparison to your own world and suddenly he has an idea, a change of heart. He begs you to stay here, help him with your knowledge and the technology you brought with you to create a world where everyone can live a better life free of the fear of war and sudden death. You could stay here with him, live a life worthy of living instead of returning to the hell that your own planet has become centuries ago. He wants it, Eren wants a future with you where he can stay with you for his entire life and suddenly the acceptance he thought he had developed for his own death crushes his soul and heart. He's scared, desperate. So stay with him. Help him. Save him from a fate that was forced upon him and that he has been carrying around all by himself for so long.

Mikasa Ackerman

🧣Imprisoned upon discovery, you are a well-kept secret within Paradise Island as you are an abnormality, something that shouldn't exist. Your body made of flesh, blood and metal and your flying ship with which you ascended from the sky all defy everything they thought they knew. Whether you are a friend or foe has yet to be decided and for now you're kept isolated and imprisoned in the cells. You possess a vast amount of knowledge and inventions far above what Paradise Island has so many try to convince you to work for their course, under them the fraction surrounding Mikasa. They plead for your help to assist them with their task yet your eyes are drawn to Mikasa, the woman who is fairly quiet and often just observes you. Looking at you is sometimes hard for her as your body is human yet also not human, some parts of you modified for scientific purposes as you've told her on a couple of occasions when she came to visit you alone to ask questions she couldn' ask in front of the others.

🧣It surprises her to discover how much human-like you still are and you catch her within her surprise when asking her if she expected you to merely act like a machine as parts of your body have become one. She never admits that to you but you sense slight guilt as she acts a bit more friendly around you after that. Still cold and quiet but a welcoming presence nevertheless in your life which hasn't been this peaceful and quiet in a long time. When you confess this to Mikasa she can't help but wonder what must be going on in your world to describe hers as tranquil and the mere imagination of what your own planet might be like resorts in a heavy feeling in the pit of her stomach, a lump of nervousness and concern for you. You notice an increase in her visits as both of you often just sit in silence with you occasionally telling her a bit about your own world whilst Mikasa just sits there. It's alright though, you know that she's listening to every word you're saying.

🧣Out of the blue, she promises you one day to make sure to release you from this cell you're locked in, her dark eyes looking at you with an emotion you've never seen anyone expressing in your world before. Infatuation. Suddenly the woman who has been keeping it quiet in regards for you for such a long time suddenly grows active and demands you to be freed. No one knows where this sudden burst of desperation to get you out of that place came from but Mikasa isn't backing down. Hell, she'll break you out of there herself if she has to. The only reason why you haven't done so yourself is because you've come to this galaxy for peaceful purposes and she's boiling with anger on the inside when seeing the Yeagerists coming up with all sorts of excuses why you can't be released. You have more humanity inside of you than all those delusional bastards combined. It's going to be alright, she promises this to you often whilst looking at you through the prison bars separating the both of you. She's going to free you, is going to protect you from anything that tries to label you as a monster and tries to take you away from her.

Armin Arlert

🐚He's send to talk with you when you first land on Paradise Island, ascended from heaven itself as some people rumor. Armin is polite and friendly yet also observant and careful around you when he meets you for the first time. He has no plans to harm you though as he wants to discuss what your purpose is for coming to Paradise Island. It quickly becomes clear to him that you aren't associated with Marley nor with anyone else on this planet. You confess everything to him rather openly in exchange for him providing you with information on his planet. It's hard to believe at first but after considering it and you showcasing him the mystery that is your own body and some of the inventions you have on your starship, it doesn't look all that ludicrous anymore. You've come from an entirely different galaxy and have just gotten lost on your mission of researching new life on other planets. Instantly the chance if you were to stay and support them becomes clear and Armin gives it his best to convince you to stay here a bit longer.

🐚You're fine with it. In exchange of letting you research as much as you want, you provide information yourself and actively get involved with leveling their weapons and technology up, fascinated and bewildered with some of the stuff you find there as this would be ancient for you and far too inconvenient on your planet as it has evolved to high technology. You sense Armin's blue eyes on you though, sense his curiosity and so you invite him to join you on your starship as you spend hours in your laboratory, collecting data and examining plants and animals there, even Armin is being made a bit of a test subject but you promise to not hurt him so he carefully agrees as you use machines on him to measure his brain activity and circulatory system. To your delight he isn't only curious but also smart as he memorizes what you tell him and asks you questions of his own which you gladly answer. Soon Armin even decides to lead you to some places outside of your starship as he hears that life and nature have ceased to exist on your planet in favor of technology.

🐚Astonishment of what you and your planet are capable of gradually fade away to horror as you reveal more and more about yourself and your world. Life doesn't exist, even the concept of emotions has been deemed unnecessary on your planet as only technology and science are what makes the world. It helps him understand why you are so fascinated with the simplest of things in his world and his heart beats faster in his chest when he manages to amaze you with something and sees the childish thrill in your eyes. You can sense it, his accelerated heartbeat, his dilated pupils and the hormones his body is releasing which triggers feelings of euphoria when he as much as lays eyes on you. Armin is in love. With you. You don't tell him for now as that may change his behavior around you, you want to observe for a while longer. You notice his cheeks blushing, how he stumbles over his own words when you're physically too close to him. Yet you also notice how he often talks with you about staying longer, carefully choosing his words to convince you to just stay and never return to your old home and seems awfully anxious when not around you, his body in distress. You wonder if love is supposed to work like this.

#yandere attack on titan #yandere aot #yandere shingeki no kyojin #yandere snk #yandere eren #yandere eren yeager #yandere mikasa #yandere mikasa ackerman #yandere armin #yandere armin arlert

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lazywriters-blog · 2 years

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CRUSH-KILL

YANDERE EREN JEAGER

Warning: Mentions of suicide, suicidal and unhinged yandere, forced marriage? May contain triggering content, homicide. [MODERN AU] What's this version of eren called again? Himbo?

Summary: Her crush certainly didn't harbour the most good of feelings towards her.

Her crush no longer appeared the same.

Back in high school, things were simpler. She had been a witness to many happenings, many conflicts, many ups and downs, but the boy she was attentively eyeing seemed to have gotten the harsher end. He had shrunk inward from whatever nagged him, brown hairs longer than she remembered peaking out his cap, energy and eagerness drained from his green eye.

She had to wonder, what went wrong?

He turned towards her, and they met eyes for a brief moment before she pushed herself to the other side of the mall, hurrying over with a racing heart. Playing pretend as she inspected the kitchenware to oust the brunette's gaze still lingering around her.

She had no guts to even look at him.

Terrifying herself when she overturned her heel to catch sight of him a few shelves away from her, the black hoodie concealing away his facial contour. She had to leave. Whatever embarrassment she had endured was far enough for a day, putting down the yellow cup and jogging down to the check-out counter, she quietly stood in line.

Nervously glancing around as the cashier scanned the products, slightly curling within herself when he walked out of the kitchen section and straight towards her. She gulped, trying to think best and soundly in her excessive unease. He stopped close to her, a strong smell of cologne plaguing her senses, she wordlessly urged everything to finish soon.

Despite being well past her youth days, she's still somewhat of a clumsy and prudent gal, however, something was different about the feeling blooming within her chest, a tang of dread, a pinch of adrenaline, and a bitterness of fear. Mistakes were made and she almost ignored the cashier telling her to pay, she felt warm upon that realisation, she had to quickly gather her purchases and speedwalk out of the mall.

When she's safe inside her car, she remains still for a moment, lost in thoughts of her long-lost crush, concluding that perhaps the rumours around her school during his sudden withdrawal, she had heard he had been caught doing drugs, she doesn't know how ethical that info was, unfortunately, after seeing him, she might have believed it.

As sad as it was, she shouldn't be ignorant.

She started the engine and drove her way home in eerie silence. Abandoning the memories of the past till the time came to reminisce.

She had reached home an hour ago, begrudgingly washing the last of her dishes and preparing a hasty meal, items she brought from the store sat atop her dining table, a constant eye-catching colour to her beige and orange living room, her house was amicable, pondering the last time she had guests.

And seemingly, her wish was answered.

She glanced to the entrance, the doorbell only rang once and she got up leaving the dirty plates in the sink and quickly running to see who she had kept waiting for a minute.

Their eyes met, and she is stunned for a moment, his brown hair wasn't bundled in his hood and she noticed his left eye, cleanly wrapped in bandages. She hadn't suitably seen it before.

"Oh-... Hello eren." She probably looked like a fish out of water staring at him, because what were the chances he'd come to visit her on the same day they barely met?

"Hey..." He replied, she could almost distinguish how different it sounded now, sapped of enthusiasm, deeper and Huskier, and something seemed a little amiss.

"Um... Please come in." Snapping herself out of her daze and a gut-wrenching feeling of dread she briefly stepped aside, watching the man enter and wait for her to accompany him inside. She smiled, gesturing for him to sit down while she positioned herself a few distances away from him.

"Can I get you something?" She softly asked, and he looked up, and down again once he saw her expression, "... Water is fine." He said. She rushed ahead to see things done.

As she settled down the clear glass on the table in front of him, she observed how he stared at it in earnest, not inclined to bend towards it yet. He rotated his face to hers, and she vividly sees the dullness evading the boy on who she had grown a tiny crush. A crush that came with an expiry date.

"You have a nice place..." He wondered out loud, maintaining the indifferent tone in his voice and face, despite the obvious signs that something wasn't right with him she smiled, "thank you."

"Do you live alone?" He asked, she paused, swiftly replying with a "no." She had lied.

"Who do you live with?" He asked again. This time, she shortly answered, "with my parents. They just left a moment ago, you barely missed them." She responded and he didn't pry anymore, his grown hair covering the sides of his face as he slightly leaned forward and lowered his head.

"When will they come back?" He suddenly inquired after silence had passed, they both maintained eye contact as she opened her lips, "shouldn't take too long, did you want to talk with them?" She interrogated, eyeing him curiously, he shook his head, "no... Would have been nice to see them." He shrugged, gazing down at the concealed floorboards, donning a frown and permitting the tension to swallow them whole.

"I see..."

"How is Mikasa?" She added soon after recalling the black-haired girl who followed him around like a second shadow, "she's... Alright, I guess."

It was brief but the frown on his lips grew tighter and his grip around his hand forged crevices in his skin.

"That's good to hear. I'm kinda surprised she didn't come with you. You two were inseparable and Armin too " she grinned remembering bittersweet memories, she stole a peek at the silenced man and found him stiff and reticent to reciprocate her sentiment.

"I haven't been in touch with them for a while so... I don't know." He answered, and she nodded, not daring to press him for a proper response.

"I just got discharged from a mental hospital." He quietly begins, slowly pulling his gaze up from his shoe and looking at her.

"I'm glad to see you are doing well now." She reassured with polite eyes, figuring it was too soon to put pressure on an open wound. He didn't seem to react, his facial features remained intact. Not a single muscle moved.

To place her gaze elsewhere, she anxiously darted her attention to the ticking clock on the wall.

"It's almost time for dinner, would you like to have some with me?" She implored, hoping she didn't come across as mean by changing the topic she had avoided discussing or interfering with.

He didn't say anything. Simply stared at the wall in front of him with disturbed eyes, drawing in shallow breaths and dismissing her query in favour of an unquiet notion.

"I killed someone." He released his breath, facing her slowly and carefully, drinking in the smallest shift manifesting on her face, her mind still comprehending the abrupt and cold realisation of what he had just disclosed.

"Who... Who did you kill?" She nervously raised a question, peering up at the man, her shoulders closing in to protect her from harm subconsciously.

He didn't say anything.

Her heartbeat paced up and she held in her breath, unable to bring her frightened eyes away from him.

"Eren... You are scaring me, what's going on?" She muttered, ready to bolt and hide if things come to it.

"I'm sorry." He spoke, the hand he had placed inside the pockets of his hood mere moments ago withdrew a box cutter, instantly spelling out danger. She rushed out the hall, ignoring the man charging at her from behind until he slammed her to the ground and resisted most of her squirms and struggles.

Dragging her arm back, he placed his knee on them, his hand reaching inside his pocket to fish out another item. Forcing the cloth in-between her mouth, his stomach churning at the sight of her tears, he immediately picked her up, along with more squabbles and heartbreak, he stopped in front of her room and walked straight in, tossing her on the bed while he retraced his steps back to lock the door.

She, on the other hand, attempted to race towards the window, wanting to escape far more than trying to take off her restraint. He was impressed.

However, she was easier to heave back after he had gotten a strong hold on her waist, he resettled her down on the mattress, keeping a threatening grasp on her thigh while he darkly gazed into her eyes, "shh." He whispered, enjoying the subtle way she grew docile and aware, he added, "I know this might not have been how you imagined it but, this was all I could think of." He softly grumbled, gently caressing her fingers with his other hand.

"I'm going to die soon." He confessed, resting his head on her lap as he chokes in a breath, "I don't want to be by myself." He uttered, "I want to marry you."

He closed the gap between them, admiring her teary eyes and red nose, he near her lips, and she denies him any closure, turning her head to the right and refusing to make eye contact. He laughed in glum and looked down as he clutches her shoulder.

"I should make you my bride first... Right?" He mumbled, and soon, he unhurriedly took out a ring. Grabbing her hand and wordlessly idolizing how good it would look on her finger. He grinned, sliding the ring on her index finger and stopping for a moment to laugh and stroke her skin, "now, we're officially husband and wife, right?" He whimpered, moving in close and grabbing her neck in case she changed course at the last second.

And finally, their lips connected, hers was tense and stiff and all he wanted was to open her lips and share a passionate kiss. This was all he wanted.

As she was busy refuting him, his hand plucked back the box cutter he had purchased from the store and fixed it against the tender surface of her neck, she gasped. Felt the blade dig into her skin, and somehow she knew.

She wasn't going to make it alive.

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knowyourplace-fool · 1 year

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mind games until you lose control

Attack on Titan

Pairing: Yandere!bully!Eren x Shy!female!reader

Genre: Smut & Angst

Synopsis: Eren claims to hate you, and often torments you for simply existing, yet he can’t keep his hands off of you.

Word Count: 2.2k+

Part 1 (2 in the making and possibly a bonus too)

CONTAINS DARK THEMES!

PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

A/N: uh, hi. First off, I want to apologize for disappearing literally right after starting this blog. I’ll try to post more often now that I’m back on my eren shit. The ONLY reason I’m back is that there are seriously no more good dark fics anymore and no one seems to be doing SHIT about it, so ur girl’s coming in clutch for all u peeps who are into dark shit. Ong tho, I’m tired of re-reading fics (shout out @father-time-and-baby-new-year , IVE BEEN LIVING OFF HER FICS, so good, chefs kiss) anyways, happy very belated Christmas and new year :) also, the song that inspired this fic is “Mind Games” by Sickick. Definitely giving toxic eren😩

Warning(s): Physical abuse, slapping, squirting, toxic behaviour, toxic Eren, dacryphilia kink, sadist!Eren, choking, manipulation, rough sex, abandonment issues, mean!Eren, groping in public, degradation

THIS IS YOUR LAST WARNING!

THIS FIC CONTAINS NON CONSENSUAL SEX

READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

“There’s another side that you don’t know, you don’t know.”

You peer over at Eren whose left hand is firmly at the 12 o’clock position on the steering wheel. His other hand gripped your bare thigh, occasionally rubbing his thumb up and down on your tender skin. His eyes were direct, jaw tight. You took this as a chance to observe how Eren looked tonight. He was wearing mid-rise, black, ripped jeans. Matching his pants with a black designer t-shirt. Initially, he wore a black hoodie over the top, but now it’s over you. His long, silky hair was in a loose man bun and a thick silver chain hung around his semi-tattooed neck. Both of his arms were littered with tattoos and veins. Around his left wrist was an expensive watch and down to his fingers were a few silver rings.

You look down at his hand that was on your lap. You brought both of your hands down to his and played with the bracelet that you made for him. It made your heart flutter a bit that he was still wearing it, despite it acquiring bright colours which he contrasts with.

“I can’t wait to get you all alone, all alone.”

Eren was driving back to his house after a night out with a few friends. As much as you wanted to tell him to take you back to your place, you knew he would become more aggravated with you. You decided against poking the bear and buried your face into his warm, soft hoodie.

You closed your eyes and thought about the events that unfolded tonight. It was your first time going out. After being endlessly bullied throughout middle and high school by Eren, you ended up with no friends. At first, you were fine with being independent but as you got older, you realized how much you were missing out on. Ironically, your first outing was with Eren’s friends. You knew Eren was bound to be there but you couldn’t give up on the opportunity of making new friends.

You wore a short, emerald green, bodycon dress. You wore your hair down with a few accessories to put your look together. Originally, you were going to walk to the arcade — where you planned on meeting up — but your friend Sasha offered to pick you up.

The night was going swell, you were genuinely having fun. The hangout moved from the arcade to a bar where Sasha’s boyfriend served you guys a few rounds. It began to get late, and the bar started to fill. While Sasha was dragging you to the dance floor, you made eye contact with him. It made you stop in your tracks because you know that look. You recognize it by heart. Goosebumps run up your body and you begin to think back to the last time he gave you that look. It was a warning look. As she was being dragged away, Sasha quickly let go of your arm and you made the sensible decision to sit back down at the booth.

“Once I’m in there ain’t no letting go, letting go.”

Casually, Eren ended his conversation with his friend and strolled over to you, nearly sitting on top of your thigh. His arm rested around the seat and he leaned into you. “Who invited you, trailer trash?”

You attempted to move down the booth, but Eren lowered his hand to your thigh and squeezed it. “Answer me.”

“Sasha invited me.” You meekly say, clearly uncomfortable and intimidated by his presence.

“Oh? When did you and Sash become besties? Does Sash even know where you come from?

You don’t answer. You know he’s referring to your home which is an old, rented-out trailer that’s at a trailer park. You had running water, a bed, a cramped kitchen and a living space. You were practically raised in it. It was good enough for you but for someone like Eren who comes from mansions, yachts and money, could never see how one can survive in it. He let the whole world know that you were poor and grew up with a single mother who abandoned you at 14. It hurt, every time he spoke about it like it was his trauma.

Yet, you have kept a charming smile on your face and allowed him to run all over you. You were a person who avoided conflict. You’ll apologize even if you did nothing wrong. You never saw the point in fighting, especially with someone like Eren.

“She picked me up from there.”

He raised an eyebrow at this. “Oh? Are you sure she saw the trailer park or did you wait at the corner of the street so she wouldn’t see?” Eren could read you like a book. You loathed yourself for hiding or at least trying to conceal the fact that you lived there. You live in a relatively wealthy town — mostly wealthy senior people who’ve retired reside in your town. Then there are people like Eren, whose father is a successful travel doctor and whose mom is a successful travel nurse who retired early and now lives her life as a housewife. His dad could retire early too, but he chose to be the town’s family doctor.

Eren grew up in a mansion with nannies and butler’s running to him at the snap of his fingers. No one has ever said no to Eren. Except for you, but would he ever listen to a nobody like you? You’re nothing but trailer trash to him. You hated that Eren made you feel self-conscious about where you lived. You hated that he made you feel ashamed of yourself for being poor, even though it’s out of your control. You know you don’t fit in the standard of this town, but it’s not like you had money to move away either. Regardless, it felt inhumane to criticize someone simply because they don’t have as much money as you. Any available condos here were a minimum of $1,000 per month vs your trailer rent which was $200, including utilities.

Furthermore, it was the last thing your mother left you. She paid the rent for the next 5 years then vanished. All you needed was money for food. You recall how you struggled to get a job at 14, most of the businesses running in town were family-based. They didn’t hire outsiders. Eventually, Eren’s mother Carla offered you a job as her sewing assistant. You were passionate about fashion, clothes and designing, so the job was right up your alley. Not to mention, Eren’s mother was a fallen angel. Truly a second mother. She was somewhat aware of your situation and frequently had you stay over for dinner, so you wouldn’t go home hungry.

Initially, you thought you hit the jackpot with this job, but once Eren started interfering, you began to scramble home as soon as you were done. It started small, like mean, typical insults to a little physical aggression like pushing and pulling to straight abuse. Every so often when Carla wasn’t looking, Eren would grip you by the neck and slam you into the wall, choking you out. Other times he’d slap you, pull your hair and spit on your face. You thought you could manage, but the final straw was when he ripped through your virginity, dismissing your pleas to stop.

You had to quit afterward and budgeted your saved money until you could find another job or better yet, get the hell out of here and away from him. But of course, that never happened. In fact, after Eren had stolen your virginity, he kept coming back for more. Early in the morning, he would show up at your door and force you to the back, where the bed was. You recall it all too vividly, you were lying on your stomach, unfortunately already aware of what was about to go down. You couldn’t help but cry. You were unsure of how to stop him. His whole body weight kept you down, and he had both of your wrists pinned. You were wearing a nightgown, only providing easier access for him. He fondled your body for a couple of minutes before ripping your gown off, leaving you bare on the bed. Eren had a ridiculously huge dick. No matter how many times you fuck, you can never adjust to his cock. Eren was completely aware of this and used it to his sick advantage. Without properly prepping, he pierced into your tight pussy, letting out a deep groan after bottoming out. You were sobbing your heart out, kicking, squirming, whimpering, doing anything you could to attempt to get him off. Little did you know, Eren was fully getting off to this. He pulled out his cock again and shoved it back in with no mercy. Pretty quickly, he picked up the pace and began fucking you like an animal in heat. He had a hold of your whole body; he wouldn’t allow you to slip away from him. After adjusting to a comfortable speed, he leaned down, burning breath fanning your ear, “stop fucking crying, you like this.”

“No, Eren please!” you cry out, gripping the bed sheets harder than before. He lets go of your wrist and pulls your hair back to get a proper look at your pathetic face. “Tell me no again, baby. I fucking dare you.”He pressed his cheek against yours, moving his hips harder and faster from behind. He was provoking you to say it again. It’d give him more reason to punish you. You knew it was a trap and tried your best to avoid it, but it wasn’t enough. After hours of relentless fucking, you felt the hope in your body crumble and decay. It hurt to inhale because of his cock that was nonstop impaling you. It didn’t seem like he was going to stop anytime soon either. You couldn’t help but beg him to stop. Every inch of your body was aching, screaming at your brain to figure something out to make this all stop. Your poor mind was helpless. You couldn’t do anything but beg for mercy.

Eren quite literally fucked you all night. By the morning, you were smothered in sweat and tears. When you woke up, he was gone. Wrapping a blanket around yourself, you waddled over to the bathroom before bursting out into tears after taking a look at yourself. Dark hickeys decorated your neck, collarbone and cleavage. His big hands left some bruises on your wrist and ass. Lips are swollen from being sucked on for too long and hard. You used the washroom and freshened up a bit before crawling back into your bed.

Unfortunately, for you, this would merely be the start of it.

“Watch me turn your mind into my home.”

Eren's house is located in the outer part of town, also known as, where the rich people live. The drive from town to his house was about 30 minutes, even with Eren’s speeding. Eren’s hand was now holding yours; he was fidgeting with your ring.

It belonged to your mother. After she “had disappeared, ”you went to the police station after 72 hours of her not contacting you. You knew your mother’s work required her to be away for a few days, but normally she’d call you. It had already been three days and you hadn’t received a single phone call. When you informed the police officer, they informed you that your mother had already spoken with them and that she was not missing. She’s moved into the city. A wave of confusion strikes you. Did she move… without you? You understand the city was far more expensive to live in, especially with a teenager, but an explanation would’ve been nice. Once you reached home, you opened a few of her drawers and saw that most of her items were gone. You must have been in deep slumber when she packed her bags and left for good. Your heart breaks a little, every time you think about it. It made you feel worthless.

Although you’ve never acknowledged it, your mom was the one who triggered the crack in you. She raised you to be independent and obedient because it made her job as a parent significantly easier. By the time you were eight, you already knew how to wash your clothes, cook and even walked to school by yourself, despite it being a 15-20 minute walk. Because your mom left early in the morning, it was your responsibility to wake up and get ready for school. However, you never complained because you knew your mother was working her ass off to provide a better living for you. Or so you thought. But could you blame her? You hated that you constantly found a reason to be empathetic toward someone, even when they outright wronged you. Your mother left you to fend for yourself, and that’s how you landed into the palms of Eren Jaeger who completed the crack and completely broke you.

I fucking hate Tumblr. It took me longer to format this fic than to write it.

Anyways, hope you somewhat enjoyed it.

I know that there wasn't much smut in this part but the next part will!!

Thanks for reading :)

xoxo,

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#tw: dark fic #tw: noncon #eren jaeger smut #eren smut #eren yeager smut #yandere eren x reader #yandere eren yeager #Yandere aot #I fucking hate Tumblr #this just reminded me why I hate posting full fic #eren yandere #eren x reader smut

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yourlocaltrashcan657 · 2 months

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Mental Hospital AU! Yandere! Attack on Titan x Female Reader ~| Reiner Ending |~

“Y/N! I told Erwin you weren’t with the rest of the group and he went mad. He sent a whole group just to look for you!” Moblit said.

”Moblit.! Where is everyone?” Y/N asked.

”Hange and Erwin are getting some doctors out of here whilst everyone else looks for anyone injured or in need to help.” Moblit explained.

”L-let’s get going.” Y/N said as the two quickly walked away and into the dimly lit hallway.

The lights were still a dark red and some of the hallways weren’t even visible so the pair avoided those areas. Most hallways were either trashed or were empty to the point were even that was suspicious.

”Did anyone find any patients.?” Y/N asked.

”We’ve found a few from other peoples Wards but not any from your Ward. I think some of the children escaped too..” Moblit said.

”What about the emergency exits? Are they blocked off?” Y/N asks nervously.

”A few are which is good because the patients can’t leave. But bad for us because we can’t leave either.” Moblit muttered.

The two walked in silence once again to prevent any sort of surprise attack from the patients, until Moblit radio started to report something.

”H-Hange?! Where are you guys? I have Y/N with me.” Moblit spoke into the radio.

“We’re in the Cafeteria. Come over here now.” Hange said on the radio.

”O-okay!” Moblit said before looking at Y/N. “Hange and Erwin are in the Cafeteria. Hange told me to go there now.”

”Let’s go then!” Y/N said before rushing towards the Cafeteria.

For some reason, the hallways were cleaner and more silent than the ones Y/N had seen before. She shrugged it off as they continued walking in and out of hallways.

”By any chance.. did you happen to see and of my friends?” Y/N asked.

”I did see them, yes. I was able to get them out safely so that they wouldn’t stay here longer.” Moblit answered whilst smiling at her.

”Thank you Moblit.” Y/N said before reaching the Cafeteria doors.

The two walked in and looked around the Cafeteria, confused. No one was there.. all of the plastic utensils seemed to be scattered along with trays and plates. Hange and Erwin were no where to be seen.

”Are you sure they said Cafeteria?” Y/N asked.

”M-maybe they are at the exit and are waiting for us outside.” Moblit said.

They walked towards the exit and saw two duffel bags. Curious, Moblit opened them and instantly backed away with a disgusted look on his face.

”M-Moblit.? What happened.. what’s in the bag?” Y/N asked whilst stepping forward.

”N-No! Don’t look in there!” Moblit exclaimed but it was too late.

Opening the bag, Y/N saw a body bruised and beaten to the point where it looked unrecognisable. She fell backwards and let out a small whimper.

”W-who is that?!” Y/N asked.

”They have goggles.” Moblit muttered under his breath. “It’s Hange.”

”I can’t even imagine what’s in the other bag.” Y/N said as she clasped a hand over her mouth, trying not to vomit. “If I had to guess.. it must be Erwin.!”

”I’ll go get help. Y/N, you stay here and radio me with this extra radio.” Moblit said whilst handing Hange’s radio. “I’ll be right back with people or supplies.”

Moblit ran off, leaving Y/N near the duffel bags. Clattering noises could be heard from a distance, making Y/N shift towards the bodies a bit closer. There was just something wrong about this. Hange and Erwin were in the Cafeteria but now they were in the duffel bags? There was no blood on the floor meaning.. the person on the radio wasn’t Hange.

Grabbing the radio, Y/N began twisting the volume and dialled Moblits radio.

“M-Moblit! Can you hear me?!” Y/N spoke into the radio. “Moblit are you okay?!”

A hand calloused Y/N’s mouth and an arm wrapped around her stomach. The figure pulled her back into their chest and shushed her muffled screams.

”Darling, I’ve been looking for you!” The voice called out.

In the corner of her eye, Y/N saw Reiner. In that moment she struggled in his grasp, making him tighten his grip around her. He continued to shush her until she eventually stopped moving and began to breathe heavily.

”Good girl. I didn’t want to use that drug on you, it’s bad for a pretty girl like you.” Reiner said as he continued to hold her.

”Oi Reiner. What do we do about the bodies?” Porco asked.

”Just leave them here or throw them away. Colt should be arriving any moment now and Connie is still wandering the Hospital since he hasn’t found Y/N.” Reiner muttered.

”R-Reiner. You should let Y/N go now.! She must be feeling scared right now-“ Bertolt began to say as he looked at Y/N.

”No Bertolt.” Reiner bluntly said as he cradled her.

Soon, Colt had arrived with a bag of supplies and walked towards the group. He stood next to a little boy with blonde hair just like him. Beside the boy was a young, brunette girl who looked similar to Reiner and beside her was Pieck.

“Zeke’s outside with a van. We have to get going now.” Annie said as she walked in and saw everyone. “Y/N..”

”Don’t speak to her, Annie.” Reiner said as he looked at Y/N. “If I move my hand, will you promise not to scream?”

Y/N nodded quickly and soon Reiner move his hand off her mouth. She gasped as soon as the hand moved, finally letting her breath again. Bertolt bent to her level and reached out to help her but soon backed away, scared he might hurt her.

”I won’t tell anyone!” Y/N coughed out, making Reiner look at her confused.

”What’re you talking about?” Reiner asked as he still held her.

”I promise I won’t tell the authorities if you just let me go! My friends are-“ Y/N started to say before Reiner slapped his hand in front of her mouth again.

”Don’t say stuff like that, Darling.” Reiner said. “You’re coming with us whether you like it or not.”

”R-Reiner! Let her breath please!” Bertolt begged.

”She’s gotta learn to behave and not say stuff like that.” Reiner replied before turning to his ‘friends’. “You guys get going with Bertolt. I’ll handle her.”

”R-Reiner. What are we going to do when we escape?” the small brunette asked.

”Don’t worry Gabi. Zeke has it figured out.” Reiner reassured as everyone started to leave.

Tears trickled down Y/N’s face and onto Reiners hand, making him look at her unhappy. Annie and Pieck looked sympathetically at Y/N and mouthed a ‘sorry’ at her before rushing the kids out. Colt and Porco held bags on their back and rushed out after them and into a van.

”Darling, why are you crying?” Reiner asked. “Just think about it! You and I can get married, have those kids I was talking about and we can have so much fun together. Imagine how pretty you’ll look when you’re all dressed up in that wedding dress-“

”R-Reiner.” Bertolt interrupted nervously. Reiner looked at the sweating boy in anger.

”I thought I told you to go in the van. What is it?” Reiner asked, annoyed.

”I thought we agreed to share Y/N..” Bertolt said.

”Right.. did you actually think I was going to share such a beautiful goddess with you? You’ve been pissing me off ever since we agreed on Y/N coming with us.” Reiner said.

”B-but you promised.!” Bertolt said.

Reiner moved his hand from Y/N’s mouth to throat and held her to his chest. With his other hand, Reiner pulled out a pistol from his back pocket and held it, pointing Bertolt.

“N-No! Stop it! Reiner don’t shoot-“ Y/N screamed out.

”Quiet Baby. I don’t want to put this in your mouth and shoot you too.” Reiner said as he smirked at Bertolt, who has stepped back.

The gun sound itself was terrifying and the scene before Y/N was even worse. Bertolt dropped to the floor as the multiple wounds let out blood.

”There’s no one to stop us Darling!~” Reiner said excitedly as he began to pepper her neck with kisses.

Stuck in a room. Chained by the ankle with a leg iron. Only socialising with him, her kids and occasionally Annie, Pieck and Gabi. Y/N looked at the clock, Reiner would be coming home soon.

”Mommy! When is dad coming home to play?” Chase asked.

”S-soon honey.” Y/N said as she looked at her eldest son. “Go get your brothers, dinner is ready and we’re just waiting for-“

The front door opened to reveal Reiner, who looked tired.

”Guys! Dads home!” Chase yelled out.

Two other boys came running downstairs and hugged their dad. Reiner hugged them back and ruffled their hair before telling them to go wash their hands for dinner. Making his way to Y/N, he sat beside and pulled her into his lap and kissed her passionately.

”Did you have a good day, Darling?” Reiner asked. Y/N hummed in response, making Reiner annoyed.

”Speak with your words, I want to hear your voice. You don’t want to go back in the basement do you? It hurt me and you the last time I punished you like that.” Reiner whispered.

“I h-had a good day.” Y/N quickly said.

”That’s nice. I don’t see my new boy anywhere.. is he sleeping?” Reiner asked.

”I put him in h-his crib. Luke and Ryder were watching over h-him.” Y/N said, making Reiner smile.

”That’s good. Let’s have dinner now, the boys are waiting.” Reiner said.

“Yes..” Y/N muttered.

“Yes what? Don’t make me remind you especially after all these years, baby.” Reiner threatened making Y/N gulp.

”Yes Darling.” Y/N whispered.

”Well done. Love you babe.” Reiner said whilst picker her up and carrying her to the table.

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lovedeathalice · 1 year

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king eren fucking reader on his throne in front of everyone </3 poor reader is so embarassed

In front of everyone?!??! Like in an assembly???😭😭😭 LMFAOOOOOOO

King Eren definitely wouldn't want reader's pussy on display for everyone to see, but y'all are having some hot nasty throne sex for sure👀🤭

Just imagine.... Eren sitting on his throne, legs spread apart in an arrogant stance while leaning his head lazily into his palm as he's smirking at you.

"Why don't you come here and sit on your throne, sweetheart... it's real special, just for you." And, while keeping his eyes locked with yours, he grabs his bulge & grips it lightly while shooting the most evil fucking shit eating grin at you😩😩😩

Then afterwards..... you're sent limping off the throne before Eren grabs u to fuck you some more in his own private quarters🤭

#gina's inbox ☆#yandere eren yeager #yandere eren x reader #king x maid #eren jaeger x reader

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ambrosialdesire · 1 year

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

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You were nine years old when it happened.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Dead serious."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Cross your heart?"

You wrapped yours around his, solidifying the promise.

"Hope to die."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Speak of the devil."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Eren."

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

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

"You've been ditching class."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Done."

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

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

E.J.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Just you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Another please."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What do you even want Eren?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What are you- Eren! Let me g—"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"E-eren?"

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

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

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

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

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

Nothing. Nothing you did worked at all.

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

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

You did that.

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

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

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Milk, Honey, and Sugar

Yandere Eren x Reader

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Content: College AU, Yandere content, Obsessive and Possessive behavior, stockholm syndrome, NSFW content/Semi-Smut

Content Warnings: Yandere themes, possessiveness, obsession, nosebleed, light angst that doesn't even last that long, angry Eren :(, stockholm syndrome, dubcon-ish, smut (fingering, pussy/thigh job, praise)

Summary: Your first taste of freedom in almost a week turns sour, and now you’re stuck trying to pick up the broken pieces of trust and put them back together before Eren decides to keep you in the basement forever.

FINALLY GOT IT DONE! i’m so sorry for the wait (was busy working on another fic) but here it is!! I hope you enjoy it :,)

And also—quick reminder that reader is struggling with trauma and stockholm syndrome—Their thoughts and actions reflect that.

Chapter 6: Anger and Bargaining

during this chapter, please use this to help visualize the house

“I’ll let you go upstairs tomorrow for breakfast, okay?”

That was what he said to you yesterday. Two days after he had talked with you about going upstairs. He was finally letting you out.

For a while, you were afraid that you would be stuck there for a lot longer—possibly for months before even getting a chance to get out—but only 5 days? You had managed to gain his trust in only 5 days? It was a miracle.

If you were able to gain his trust so easily, you wondered how simple escaping would be. Just the thought of it was enough to make you as giddy as a child on Christmas day. Soon you wouldn’t have to worry about being alone, or about being trapped in this godforsaken basement anymore. You would be free

Obviously, you would have to be careful and calculated about it—but that didn’t make it any less exhilarating.

In fact, your excitement was showing with how you were sprawled out on your bed, legs kicking in the air while you daydreamed about your escape. You tried to plan it out, doing your best to recall the layout of Eren’s house, even though it'd been a while since you really paid attention to and memorized it. However, you did remember the long hallway that led to the front door, and the kitchen and living room on either side. Considering you’d be in the kitchen mostly, that’s all you needed to know. And if you could catch him distracted for just long enough—maybe you could make a run for it.

It couldn’t be that hard, could it? Even if the door was locked; if you were fast enough you could get out.

A knock at the top of the stairs interrupted your thoughts, alerting you that someone was about to come into the basement. You sat up and watched as the door flew open and Eren walked in, still wearing his pajamas and combing his hand through his tangled hair. He yawned as he made it to the bottom, stretching before shaking off his sleepiness and looking at you.

“Morning.” He smiled, feeling ecstatic at the sight of you happy to see him instead of the normally somber expression you gave.

“Morning.” You responded, throwing your legs over the side of the bed and getting up. He walked over and squeezed you against his chest, nuzzling his face into you without giving you a chance to protest.

After a minute of suffocating you against him, he leaned away from you to ask the question you’ve been waiting for, “You ready for breakfast? Upstairs?”

“Yes!” You were more than ready for it. You were ready for your chance at freedom.

You squealed as he moved his arms under your butt and lifted you, forcing you to wrap your legs around him to prevent yourself from falling. Most of your weight was against his shoulder, your arms around his head and partially blocking his vision.

After a minute of adjusting your placement in his arms, he managed to move you around into a position more comfortable for him and less obstructing of his vision.

“Remember what we talked about?” He asked, giving himself a minute to prepare for hauling you upstairs with him.

“Mhm.”

“Good. Let’s go then.”

He walked to the stairs, slowly taking the first step up and gripping the wooden railing attached to the wall. The trip upstairs was quick, Eren putting more of his focus into holding you than actually getting up the stairs. When you made it up, he closed the door behind him carefully, making sure not to slam the heavy wooden slab shut like he normally did before beginning his walk to the kitchen.

The hallway was the same pale yellow color you remembered it being, but you only got a five-second glimpse of it and the familiar living room before you were already at your destination, being placed in one of the seats at the dining table. When you opened your mouth to speak, Eren interrupted you with a kiss to your head, turning away and going to the fridge to pull out a bag of microwavable waffles.

“How many do you want?” He asked.

Already being distracted by your surroundings and beginning to mentally plan out your escape route, you replied, “Hm?”

“How many waffles do you want?” He repeated, walking over to you and waving the crinkly plastic bag in front of your face.

You only stared blankly and blinked for a moment before finally giving your answer, “Three. Sorry.”

He chuckled and gave your nose a soft pinch, just assuming that you were just excited to be out of the basement and busy taking in the familiar surroundings that you hadn’t seen in a while. When he turned his back to you again, you went back to analyzing all the possible routes you could take to get from the kitchen to the front door quickly.

So far, there were two ways you could leave the kitchen—through the right or the left. Where you sat now, you were closest to the right—but the front door was right outside the left exit. If you were to leave through the right, you might be able to sneak behind the wall that shielded you from Eren and make it to the door. But on the other hand, if Eren caught on early, he could cut you off through the left, making it easy for him to catch you.

If you were to leave through the left, you would have to go around the birch wood table, but you’d be able to go straight to the door after. If you stayed quiet enough, it could be the quickest way out—which brings you to another conflict you hadn’t thought about before.

Once you were out, what would you do? Eren would probably hear you leaving, and he wouldn’t just not chase you because you were out the door. If you ran, how long would you need to? Where would you run to? How long could you run before inevitably growing tired, giving Eren the chance to catch you again?

No matter what happened, you could barely stand the thought of being recaptured and returned to that horrible basement again—but you had to try. If you didn’t try, you would end up back there regardless—so it was at least worth a shot.

The loud beeping from the microwave pulled you out of your thoughts, your stomach growling at the sweet smell of the waffles. A few seconds later, Eren was handing you the plate with a fork, telling you to ‘enjoy’ while he made his own stack of waffles.

You abandoned any idea of escape for now and focused on scarfing down the delicious waffles, almost finishing all of them before Eren had his done. When he sat down with his waffles, he gawked at how quickly you had eaten everything, questioning if you were just extra hungry that morning.

After you’d cleared the plate, he took it from you and stacked his on top of it, telling you that you could just put the silverware in the sink and that he would be done soon. You nodded, complying and putting your dirty fork in the sink before sitting down again and feeling the regret of eating too fast set in. You didn’t feel sick per se, but you realized that eating so quickly now meant that you would be back in the basement sooner.

Eren noticed your unease—watching you shuffle around in your seat anxiously and stare at the spot in front of you—so he asked you, his mouth stuffed full with waffles, “What’s wrong, angel?”

“I don’t want to go back to the basement yet.” You pouted, crossing your arms on the table and resting your head atop them.

Eren frowned, putting a hand on yours and squeezing it. He knew how much you hated it down there, and he’d feel awful sending you back so quickly—so he came up with an excuse for you to stay, “You can wake Jiyuu up with me before you go—and maybe you could play with him a little too.”

A smile replaced your pout, you growing excited once more. Eren, content with your reaction, went back to eating while you watched him impatiently. You haven’t seen his bird in forever, let alone gotten to play with him. You missed his cute feathery friend and his silly antics.

The second Eren finished his food, you stood up and dashed into the living room, startling Eren who nearly knocked over his chair as he clambered after you. When he finally caught up, he let out a huge sigh of relief to see that you were standing in front of Jiyuu’s cage, excited to see his bird—not trying to escape.

“Jesus baby, you scared the shit out of me!” He exclaimed, walking up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist, his neck craning forward so his head could rest on your shoulder.

You giggled, placing your hands on his before being interrupted by a quiet squawk, the bird inside of the covered cage being woken by your commotion and now expecting you to let him out.

Eren sighed again, pulling his hands back to massage your sides before letting go, “You can uncover Jiyuu and take him out, I still have to put my plate in the sink. I’ll be back in a second to do his food and stuff.”

Nodding, you watched him walk back to the kitchen and then turned to the large bird cage, tugging off the thin red blanket that covered it. The amazon parrot inside greeted you with an excited “Hi!” before beginning to bob his head rapidly. It seemed like he was excited to see you too—which was only natural. Out of all of Eren’s friends, you were the one he liked the most after Eren—which made sense, considering how attached Eren was to you. It was obvious he’d take after his owner, especially after being raised by him from just an 8-week-old hatchling.

“Hi!” You copied him, unlocking and opening the door to his cage. He climbed right out, moving across the bars and to the top of the door, allowing him to stand eye level with you. He fluffed up for a moment before he shook his body, sending down feathers and bird dust flying everywhere and making you sneeze.

A small chuckle came from near the kitchen, prompting you to turn your head towards the noise. Eren had a smile on his face as he approached, walking over to the cage and holding his arm out in front of the bird almost immediately. The bird climbed onto him, side-stepping up to his shoulder and pushing his beak into the side of his forehead.

You smiled at them for a minute before turning around to the cage, reaching and pulling out the food and water dishes from inside. This wasn’t the first time you’d done Jiyuu’s morning routine—you had done it a couple of times before after sleeping over—so you knew well enough what needed to be done. A small trash can was placed near the cage, specifically for the cracked open shells or half-eaten bird seed that remained in the food dish. You dumped the contents into it, emptying his water dish into a nearby plant next.

Eren watched you carefully, scratching his bird��s crest and making sure you weren’t planning anything—his eyes following you around and burning holes into the back of your head. As much as he trusted you, he was still adamant about not taking many risks.

Trying not to pay any mind to it, you continued with your tasks—refilling his water with the dispenser near his cage (reserved mostly for Jiyuu because Eren loved to spoil him) and filling his food dish with the mix of pellets that were kept under his cage in a plastic tub. Once you finished, you put the small bowls back into his cage, slipping them carefully into their metal holders before moving away again.

“Done.” You spoke, turning to face Eren. He was too busy being distracted by Jiyuu to respond, scratching the bird's head, kissing and cooing at him. You couldn’t help but smile at the way he was with his pet, caring for him so well and treating him with nothing but love. It made you envy his bird sometimes; you wanted to be taken care of like that too.

Finally able to pull his head away without upsetting the parrot, he turned to you and quickly made up another excuse to keep you upstairs longer, “Wanna see some of his tricks?”

When he saw how excited you looked while nodding, he beamed and pointed to the floor next to the coffee table and motioned for you to sit, taking Jiyuu off of his shoulder and placing him down while he grabbed some treats. You sat, allowing Jiyuu to waddle over to you and almost climb onto your arm. The only thing that stopped him was Eren, who walked over and sat the bag of pine nuts down, scooping the bird up in his arms and holding him while he sat next to you.

“He lets you do that?” You asked, pointing to Jiyuu, who had his curled-up talons in the air.

“Yep. It took so long for him to trust me like this, but now he lets me treat him like he’s my little baby.” He cooed at the bird, rocking him back and forth like an infant, making you giggle. Jiyuu stared at him, looking confused at the noises he was making. He laughed a little at the bird’s surprisingly expressive face and placed him back on the table, letting him roll back onto his feet and make his way to the treat bag.

You moved closer to Eren, leaning on him a little like you always did when you were next to him—at least before you got kidnapped.

“Wanna try some of the ones you’ve seen him do before? I can show you some of his newer tricks after.” Eren asked while he stole the bag of pine nuts from Jiyuu’s hold and handed it to you, much to the parrot’s dismay.

You gave the bird a pat on the head, pulling open the zip-locked bag and taking a single pine nut out. Immediately, all of his attention was on you, and it was clear that he was eager for the treat.

“Roll over.” You said, prompting him to roll sideways onto his back, then onto his feet again. He stared you down after, yearning for the treat in your hand and waiting for you to give it to him for completing his trick.

“Good bird!” You handed him the nut, watching as he pried it open and chomped it down quickly, leaving the shells discarded at his feet. Pulling out another, you waited for him to finish before giving him another trick, “Spin!”

He spun in a circle, his talons loudly tapping against the glass of the coffee table as he did. After you praised him and gave him his reward, Eren took the bag from you, too excited to show you Jiyuu’s new tricks to wait any longer.

“Hey, I wasn’t done!” You pouted, reaching for the bag in his hands.

“I wanna show you what I taught him! Pretty please?” He begged, giving you the best puppy eyes he could and holding the treats out of your reach.

You let out an overly dramatic sigh, giving up and resting your chin on his shoulder, “Fine, I guess you can. But they better be some damn good tricks.”

He smiled and patted you on the head, placing the bag back in his lap and pulling out a pine nut, “Thank you, angel.”

Jiyuu stood in front of Eren now, bobbing his head up and down.

Eren smiled at the bird, holding up the treat, “Big wings!”

Jiyuu spread his wings, holding them out and puffing up his feathers to make himself look big.

“Good boy, Jiyuu!” Eren handed him the pine nut, scratching his head before reaching back into the bag.

He held the next nut in his palm under his ring and pinky fingers, his three remaining fingers spread out to imitate a gun, “This is one of his newest tricks. Watch.”

Jiyuu finished off the food and looked at Eren’s hand, perking up when he realized what he was about to do.

Eren pointed his fingers at Jiyuu, “Bang!”

The bird rolled onto his back, dramatically throwing his head onto the table and curling his talons to make it look like he was dead—despite his eyes being wide open and his breathing being visible.

You let out a gasp, crying out an elongated “nooo!” with fake sadness in your voice. When Eren praised him for completing the trick, he immediately rolled onto his feet again and rushed to devour his prize, happily chomping away as Eren scratched the crown of his head.

“Good boy, such a good boy,” he repeated, kissing his beak and sitting back to put his arm around you, “our birdie boy!”

You could feel your face heating up at that. Why was he suddenly treating the parrot like he was your son? Obviously, Jiyuu meant a lot to him—maybe even as much as a child could mean to a parent, but he wasn’t your child. You weren’t as bonded with him as Eren was.

“Our?”

Eren’s cheeks burned, “Ha, yeah. I mean, you’re going to be spending a lot more time with him now so—I thought that maybe it would be appropriate that he’s both of ours. Like our kid or something.”

“Ah. Ah… I guess that makes sense.” You tried to dismiss it, an uncomfortably anxious feeling piling up in the pit of your stomach. The thought of him thinking about things like children with you—even if it wasn’t serious, and just about a pet—left a bad taste in your mouth. That kind of thing meant being committed to him or his pet—and you couldn’t be that with either of them if you planned on escaping.

It almost made you feel bad for wanting to escape.

Without realizing it, your brows furrowed while you were deep in thought. Eren gave you a concerned look, shaking your shoulder and asking you if you were okay. It took you a moment before you were able to respond, too busy talking to yourself in your head to realize he was talking to you. When you did, you just nodded your head and threw yourself onto the floor, letting out a dramatic sigh and trying to avoid explaining yourself

Eren chuckled, choosing to believe that you just spaced out for a moment and nothing more. He set the bag of nuts aside and crawled over you, effectively pinning you to the floor, albeit more playfully rather than with any sort of ill or horny intent.

“Eren!” You put your hands against his chest, squealing as he laid on top of you and stopped holding himself up, leaving you crushed under him.

He laughed more as you slapped his back and squirmed, trying to get him off so you could breathe again. When he finally lifted himself, you took in a deep breath and hit his chest lightly, “Rude!”

The smile he had on his face after you said that put butterflies in your stomach. It was such a happy and gentle smile—one you weren’t used to seeing on Eren. But now, thinking about it—you’d seen it a lot more recently. Was it because of you?

Noticing your stare on him, Eren took it upon himself to lean in—hoping to make a move that you would accept. He pressed his lips to yours, wrapping an arm underneath your head to push you closer. You let out a tiny squeak, not realizing before what he was doing—but still let him kiss you, trying to relax as he held you there.

His lips were so soft. So soft and warm compared to the basement. His entire body was warm. You would prefer this over the basement any day.

After you wrapped your arms around him, he took a moment before deciding to test your limits, using his thumb to try and pry your mouth open so he could push his tongue in. Much to his disappointment, you smacked his face away from yours and pointed to the bird sitting on the table, staring at the both of you cluelessly, “Not in front of him!”

Eren let out an exaggerated sigh and got off of you, pulling you onto your knees beside him. “Fine, fine. I won’t,” he paused and looked at Jiyuu, “Cockblocker.”

Unable to understand, Jiyuu started bobbing his head and trying to stand tall, just happy to have Eren’s attention back on him. You couldn’t help but giggle at how clueless and silly he was at times.

“Aw, I can’t stay mad at you. Cutie.” He kissed his beak and held out his hand, letting the parrot step onto it. He lifted him up and onto his cage door, putting the seeds away afterward. You sat quietly now, your hands in your lap and your eyes glued to the floor. You really did not want to go back to the basement—but if only doing it once or twice more meant you’d get out, then you had to.

“Alright, it’s time for you to go back downstairs.” Eren walked back to you, offering a hand to help you get up. You looked up at him, pulling a last-ditch effort to stay for at least another minute by giving him the saddest puppy-dog eyes you could muster.

“Don’t give me that look, angel. I’ll let you come up for lunch in a couple hours.” He knelt, sliding his hands under your butt and lifting you into his arms, now carrying you with your legs around his waist.

“You will? Really?” You leaned back to get a good look at his face, his blissful smile still evident.

“Yep. I’ll take you up for every meal now. As long as you're good, that is.”

He gasped and almost dropped you as you started bouncing your legs excitedly, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your face into him, “Thank you, thank you.”

With his grip on you tightened, making sure you wouldn’t fall—he kissed the side of your head and replied, “You’re welcome.”

You would be escaping much sooner than you had planned.

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The few hours you had in between breakfast and lunch were spent getting ready, showering, and making sure you looked decent enough to go outside. Eren had given you one of his black t-shirts and some lounge shorts for the day, meaning you had the advantage of less clothing to hold you back compared to him—who usually wore baggy sweatpants and sweaters.

When you were finished, all you had left to do was wait for him to get you—and with how long it took for you to get ready, and according to the cheap wall clock in the basement—it would only be around an hour before he did. You decided to take the time to nap—like you normally did in between meals. You needed the rest for when you would escape, anyways.

Your nap felt like barely anything—when you fell asleep, you were shaken awake by Eren after what felt like 15 minutes, despite your clock telling you otherwise. When you opened your eyes, you could see that he was wearing a frilly pink apron—bought for him as a joke gift by Connie—along with a band t-shirt and sweats—and his hair was now tied back in a bun.

You groaned as he picked you up, leaning your head against his shoulder and burying your face into him. You were still half asleep, barely able to process him saying something along the lines of ‘it’s lunchtime, sleepyhead,’ and struggling to make out what was going on until the bright light of upstairs was flooding your vision. It woke you up rather quickly, the difference between the natural light from outside and artificial lights in the basement making your eyes hurt. It took a minute, but you got used to the brightness of upstairs and got placed in the same chair as before, Eren kissing your head and turning away, already prepared to serve you lunch.

“I made something special for today. Y'know, ‘cause it’s your first time being upstairs for lunch and stuff.” He turned towards you with two meatloaf-filled plates, walking to the table and placing them down in their respective spots. He grabbed the silverware next, already having it out on the kitchen counter, prepared for the meal.

After handing you one of the two sets, he sat across from you and got ready to dig in—but before his fork could even touch the food, you finally spoke up, “Are you gonna take the apron off?”

He froze for a second, processing what you said and looking down at the apron. Another moment passed and he looked back up, this time seeming more sure of himself, “Nah, I’m gonna wash dishes after we’re done anyways. I might as well keep it on until I’m done with that.”

You chuckled, picking up your fork and nodding at him. The two of you ate quietly after that, only looking up at each other occasionally while you did. There was no need to talk, and you were both too busy stuffing your mouths full of the delicious food to speak anyways.

Eren finished first, clearing his plate in minutes and leaving you to eat alone while he put his plate in the sink and put away the leftovers. With him distracted, you looked around the kitchen to remember your escape routes, quickly deciding on the one you would take when you got the chance. The left seemed like the safest option for now, so that’s the path you would take.

After you finished, you got up and put the plate in the sink with Eren’s, thanking him for the food and sitting back down, watching him carefully as he nodded and finished putting the leftovers away. He approached the sink, grabbing the sponge that sat on the edge of it and turning on the water—also turning his back to you. Now was your chance.

Slowly, you stood up, keeping your eyes on him and trying your hardest to keep the wooden chair from moving against the floor. Once up, you backed out of the room slowly, staying on your toes and praying you wouldn’t step on a creaky floorboard. You managed to make it to the hallway, leaving you standing on the runner carpet that helped to muffle your footsteps.

Taking in a deep breath and feeling the adrenaline and anxiety pulsing through you, you turned towards the front door and prepared to dash.

And then he turned his head.

“What the fuck are you doing?” He asked, but it was already too late. You made a run for it.

The next thing you heard was a plate shattering on the floor—probably from Eren dropping it—and then you were tackled. Not even halfway to the door, he had already caught up and thrown himself on top of you to prevent your escape.

You hit the ground face first, hitting your nose against the floor and making it bleed almost instantly. He had you pinned underneath him, holding you down by your shoulders and keeping you from moving while he lost his temper. Jiyuu squawked at the commotion, not used to seeing his handler get so violent. Eren yelled at you, asking you why you would do that to him and why you thought you could get away—but as quick as he was to anger, he was just as quick to calm when you turned your head and looked at him.

You were already crying, and the blood was already smeared over your mouth and cheek, dripping to the carpet below. You sobbed, not only from the pain but from the failed escape. You destroyed your only chance. There was no way Eren would ever trust you that much again.

He felt bad for yelling—and even worse for making you bleed. He should have known better than to trust you so quickly. Maybe this was his fault, not yours. He was too desperate for your love and acceptance.

“I…Fuck. Come on.” He struggled to find the words, instead moving off of you and picking you up from the floor. With shaky hands, you covered your bleeding nose and tried to stop the blood from getting everywhere, leaning your head away from Eren so that if the blood did drip, it wouldn’t get on him.

He walked through the doorway to the basement, cementing your failure as you were ending up in the same place you were trying to escape from. He wasted no time shutting the door behind him and making his way down the stairs, each step creaking beneath his feet. You were taken to the bathroom and placed on the closed toilet seat, Eren shutting and locking the door beside you. He really didn’t trust you now.

The first thing he did after that was grab a few squares of toilet paper, ripping them in half, rolling them up, and moving your hands away so he could shove them into your nose. Both dry and fresh blood covered your palms, the pools of red spilling down your arms from how little you could hold. Eren—after making sure the roll of toilet paper wasn’t going to fall out of your nostril—went to grab a rag from the shelf, wetting it in the sink and ringing it out quickly so he could clean the blood off of you.

He wiped down your arms and hands first—as that’s where most of the mess was—before moving on to your face, where he carefully scrubbed the unpleasant feeling of dried blood off, being cautious to avoid knocking the toilet paper out of your nose.

Along with the blood, he wiped away your tears that wouldn’t stop falling. Discarding the rag, he tried to use his thumbs instead, hoping that maybe the skin contact would comfort you. If anything, it only made things worse, your sobs increasing in volume while you tried to move away from him. The sour look on his face didn’t help either.

Sighing, he stood up and unlocked the bathroom door, picking you up again and taking you to your bed. He put you down, wrapping your entire body in the blanket and comforter before wiping your tears away again. You couldn’t stop the tears—not even by holding your breath. Everything that had built up to this was meaningless now—you were back to square one, and you couldn’t handle it.

He grabbed your chin with his hand, forcing you to meet his dulled green eyes while he spoke to you, “We’re going to talk about this after you calm down, got it?”

You nodded, unprepared for when he pressed his lips to yours next, moving his hand behind your head and forcing you against him. He moved away after a minute, standing up and walking to the stairs while you sat there, eyes blown wide open as you struggled to process what just happened. By the time you’d come back to your senses, he was already at the top of the stairs, leaving you barely any time to confront him.

“Eren! Eren, wait!” You cried out, only to be met with the slam of the door—leaving you to sob loudly in the dark, alone in the cold basement again.

Upstairs, on the other side of the door, Eren stood there holding back tears. He leaned against it, balling his hands into fists and clenching his teeth. He was so angry—angry at himself, and at you. He was angry that he trusted you, and angry that you broke that trust. He just wanted you to love him like he loved you. At least, he wanted you to let him love you. Why couldn’t you do that? What was so hard about it? All he wanted was to love you, and you wouldn’t let him. He didn’t understand, and the fact that he couldn’t was pissing him off.

It wasn’t fair. This wasn’t fair.

He slid down the door, covering his face with his hands as he began to sob. It’d been a long time since he cried like this. There were very few things as painful as the love of your life rejecting you—at least to Eren, anyways.

All he could do was tell himself that you would eventually cave, that you’d eventually give into him and let him love you. You had to—you would be able to fight against him forever. Even if you didn’t love him back—if you at least let him love you, that would be enough. That would be enough.

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After crying for what felt like hours, Eren finally grew calm enough to clean up the broken plate in the kitchen and check on his bird, going to his room afterward to watch TV and sulk. While curled up in his sheets, he scrolled through dozens of different forums and web searches, looking for a way to apologize to you for hurting you accidentally. Although there was a strong desire to do something to punish you for trying to leave, god knows how much more you would hate him if he did—and he refused to take that chance.

Time passed faster than he realized, the sun nearly setting and dinner time coming quicker than he could meal plan. When he finally realized how late it was getting, he panicked and scrambled to make you something simple to eat, all while trying to decide how he was going to apologize to you.

The meal he made was simple, just something easy and microwavable so he could get it to you fast. He was too anxious to eat anything big, so he scarfed down a few granola bars for dinner before making his way to the basement door.

As soon as he pulled it open, anxiety swelled in his chest, and he prayed that you would be calmer than you were earlier. Each step he took down the stairs felt heavy, the dread weighing him down more than anything physical could.

You came into view when he was halfway down the steps, and by god, you look miserable. You were still how he left you, curled up in the blankets and staring at the floor. The absence of a bloody tissue in your nose and quiet sniffles instead of sobs were the only things different about you.

You didn’t even look at him when he approached you, placing your food on the nightstand and turning the table lamp on to its highest setting.

He sat next to you, staring at the side of your head and waiting for some kind of indication as to how you were feeling, and if you were ready to talk to him yet. You stayed still, nervous to say anything or move even an inch. Even if he was calmer now, you were still afraid. One wrong move and he might snap at you again, and you didn’t want to risk it.

After a minute of awkward silence, you were finally the first to speak up, “Do you… hate me?”

He looked shocked, almost immediately saying, “No, No! Of course not… I could never.”

After another quiet moment, he repeated your question, “Do you hate me?”

You shook your head. As much as you wanted to, and as much as you should have, you just couldn’t. You’d been through too much with him and been with him for far too long to just turn around and hate him.

“I’m sorry. For—for hurting you. I panicked and—and I really regret the way I reacted. I’m sorry.” He apologized, looking down so you wouldn’t see the guilt in his eyes.

Your head snapped in his direction, the expression on your face showing slight shock. Eren was never one to apologize for most things, except when it came to you—but even then, there was a limit to what he would apologize for, and stopping your escape was not something you thought would be under that limit.

Noticing the look you gave him, Eren knew what your immediate thought was and was quick to correct it, “Don’t get the wrong idea; I’m sorry for hurting you, not sorry for keeping you here.”

As he watched your face drop, he started to feel like an asshole for saying it like that. He moved closer, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close, the blankets around you making it easier for him to keep you constrained.

“Listen, I only keep you here because I know it’s safer. You’re safe here, away from everyone. I keep you here because I love you and,” he paused, feeling his eyes begin to water at just the thought of it, “and I wouldn’t be able to handle it if I ever lost you or if you got horribly hurt. So I have to keep you here where I can always keep an eye on you. Where I can protect you…”

His arms tightened around you and his face nestled into your neck, allowing you to feel every shaky breath that came out of him until he calmed himself. He was suffocating you in the blanket, hugging you so tight that you could barely manage to inhale.

“Too tight… too tight, Eren.” You managed to choke out, prompting him to let go of you and apologize again.

Before he could make anything worse than he already had, Eren stood up and turned towards the stairs, muttering something about having a nice dinner while he started to walk away, determined to leave for fear of making another mistake and hurting you again.

He hadn’t even reached the stairs and you were already panicking and tripping over yourself and the blankets, trying to grab onto him to prevent him from leaving you alone again. You couldn’t handle being alone even more right now.

“Eren! Eren, wait, wait! Please, don’t leave this time! Please! Please…”

By the time you were able to reach him, you were almost in tears—tugging on the bottom of his shirt and burying your face into his back, “I don’t want to be alone again. Please.”

His heart shattered when he heard you say that. Immediately, he turned around, scooping you up in his arms and carrying you back to the bed. He sat down with you in his lap, hugging you and rocking back and forth while rubbing soothing circles into your back. For a while, you just sat there, face buried in his neck while you clung to him for comfort.

This is exactly what he wanted. This is all he’s ever wanted. Could you finally see that now?

After a minute, you were finally calm and slumped against him, feeling the most relaxed that you had in days. His arms were warm—so warm compared to everything else. You didn’t want to leave.

“I’m sorry for trying to run,” you apologized, “I really regret it. I’m so sorry.”

You held onto him desperately, your face against his neck the entire time. He stopped tracing circles on your back after processing what you’d said, and it made you tense up. The last thing you wanted right now was to make him angry.

“Would you still regret it if you did make it out?” He questioned you, trying to hide the hurt in his voice.

“Yes. Without you, I—I wouldn’t know what to do… I wouldn’t know what to do with myself.” You held onto him even tighter, afraid that he would try and leave after your answer, “I’d do anything for you to forgive me. I swear I would.”

Eren hesitated for a moment before speaking again, “Anything?”

Realizing the extent of what you said, you quickly corrected yourself before he could say anything else, “Almost anything.”

He chuckled at you, “I wasn’t going to ask for anything weird or sexual. Promise. I was just wondering if we could… take a bath together.”

You leaned back and cocked your eyebrow at him.

“Seriously! I won’t do anything that you don’t want me to. I just—I just want to take a bath with you. So we can relax. It’s been a long day, I think we both need it.”

Nodding, you rested your head against his shoulder again, tensing up when he slid his hands under your butt.

“So, is that a ‘yes’?”

You nodded again. He stood up, holding your legs around his waist as he walked to the bathroom. He turned on the lights and set you down on the toilet seat, walking to the bathtub and getting down on his knees to plug the drain and turn it on. As the tub filled, he stood up and pulled his t-shirt off, bunching it up and tossing it into the hamper like a basketball.

“He scoooores!” He shouted, drawing out the o and shooting his arms into the air to celebrate his minor victory. You clapped, giggling while he flexed his arms and pretended to show off,

The tub was filling quickly, so he continued to strip—slipping off his sweatpants and boxers next and throwing them to join his shirt. You kept your head turned away from him, knowing that you wouldn’t be able to help your wandering eyes if you were to look at him.

He got into the tub, the water going just above his hips, “Your turn.”

You got off of the toilet and stripped quickly, pulling off your shorts and underwear at the same time and tossing all of it into the hamper.

When you turned towards Eren, his face was red and he was staring directly at you. It looked like he hadn’t even tried to turn away. You tried to ignore it, covering up your chest and walking to the tub, his eyes still observing and taking in every inch of your body.

As you stepped in, he put a hand on the back of your thigh, making you flinch so hard that you almost slipped over. He apologized and quickly retracted his hand, looking down in shame. Despite his actions having the innocent intent of helping you keep your balance while you sat, the way it came off was horrible.

When you sat, the water was up past your stomach and near the top of the bathtub, so you reached forward and turned the water off before finally leaning back into Eren.

His face was still red and hot, warming you up along with the water. Your face was mostly the same—burning up with embarrassment and beginning to sweat. You could feel everything with the way you were pressed against him. Everything.

He was leaned back, arms on the sides of the tub and his knees bent on either side of you. You were leaning on him, your arms next to his and your legs straight forward next to his. You could feel his chest on your back, but more noticeably, you could also feel his dick. Right up against your back. Hard, against your back.

You tried to ignore it, and you could tell Eren was trying hard too as well. He was tensed up, almost shaking, and his hands were clenched into fists. You leaned your head onto his shoulder, reaching behind him and tugging on the band that held his bun in place. His hair tumbled onto his shoulders and around your head as you tugged the band out, tossing it outside of the tub and resting your arms next to his again.

He was even tenser now, all of the muscles and veins in his arms showing more prominently than they normally would because of how hard he clenched his fists. Being in the bath like this with you was nearly impossible. He wanted to do these things with you without it being sexual—but he’d wanted you for so long. If he had just had that release beforehand then maybe he wouldn’t be thinking like this, but it was too late for that now.

You were just too perfect to handle—you were too perfect for him and yet, here you were, sitting in between his legs, naked in a bathtub. If you had told him months prior that this is where he’d end up, he’d probably faint. He needed you. He needed you so badly—and he was going to go mad if he couldn’t feel you soon.

“Could I… touch you?”

You immediately tensed up at his question, and he could feel it.

“I—I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it like that! I just want to… feel your skin… and feel you.” Eren sighed as his face turned even redder than before, his flushed face making him look like he had a fever, “Please.”

You thought it over for a minute before deciding. Sure, there were many things you didn’t trust him with—but if there was one thing you trusted him with, it would be listening to your boundaries. Physical boundaries, that is.

“I guess you can.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want you to be uncomfortable, I just… really want to touch you.” He leaned forward, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“I’m sure, Eren. I promise.” You gave his cheek a pat, grabbing his wrist afterward and slowly pulling it towards you.

It felt like nearly all of the tension in his body was finally released as his palm hit your stomach. He moved his other hand to join the one already on you, his fingers moving to graze over your sides.

A shiver went up your back, and you jolted slightly as he buried his nose into the crook of your neck. He seemed to be enjoying touching you a little too much.

His hands slid up and down your waist, his fingers tickling all of the sensitive spots there and making you squirm. He continued, tracing hearts into your stomach with one hand while he did.

“You’re so soft.” He pressed you against him, your back now flush with his chest as he continued to feel your stomach.

You shivered as his hands trailed up your sides, around your back, and to your shoulders. He moved them to your arms, bringing them down to your sides as he continued to rub them.

“God, I… I’ve always wanted this. I’ve always wanted to hold you and touch you like this. I’ve always… wanted you.” He nuzzled his face into your neck more, squeezing your arms lightly. Having you here in his arms—where he could finally hold and protect you—felt so surreal.

Your face was hot, and your body was shaking. It was so difficult to admit after everything but—you wanted him too. You wanted him to touch you, hold you, and protect you. You wanted to feel safe in his arms like you did before he did this. You wanted to feel like you did before this. Like you did when he was just your best friend.

You would do anything to forget the situation you were currently in.

“You know, Eren—before all of this, I… liked you as more than a friend. I always thought that—that if I waited long enough, that maybe the feelings would go away or maybe you would confess something first.”

“You mean—you mean I could have had a chance?” He sounded so sad as he asked.

“I guess you could have—but… I don’t really know.”

You could hear his pout in his voice, “That’s—That’s ok. We’ll never know now, anyways.”

You nodded, quietly staring at your feet in the water.

“Although—It might’ve just ended up right back here anyways… Even if I did get to call you mine before this, I just—I can’t protect you outside like I can in here.” Eren confessed, moving to hold your waist instead of gripping your arms.

You felt your heart sink a little at that—knowing that no matter what your relationship was with Eren, things would have likely ended up here anyways.

To avoid thinking about it any longer, you tried to change the topic, “How long have you liked me, Eren?”

“Since like… elementary school,” He hid his face in your shoulder again, his voice becoming slightly muffled as he continued, “I’ve been in love with you for as long as I can remember.”

“You have? But—what about all of those people you dated at the beginning of college?”

“You mean the total of 3 relationships I had? That all lasted less than a month?”

“Yes, Eren, that’s what I mean. You’re not supposed to date people when you’re in love with someone else, jerk!” You meant it to be teasing, but it was still true.

“Hey! In my defense, none of them were serious! I was just… trying to see if I could get over you.”

He sounded sorrowful as he finished talking, keeping his face in your neck and closing his eyes. The following silence was deafening, and you could feel him tensing up again. You pressed yourself into him more, trying to comfort him.

“Did…Did you ever do stuff with them?”

Taken aback by your question, it took him a moment to answer, “Well… I did but… It wasn’t that enjoyable for me. I couldn’t get hard if I wasn’t… thinking about you. One of the biggest reasons that none of the relationships worked out is because I was just… so obsessed with you.”

He squeezed you again.

“Have… you ever done stuff with anybody?” He asked. His voice was shaking, and you could tell that this was a question that he really didn’t want you to answer ‘yes’ to. Thankfully for him, your truthful answer was ‘no.’

You definitely hadn’t been with anybody. Throughout high school, you had a boyfriend or two, but nothing that lasted long enough for you to even get a chance at being comfortable with that kind of intimacy. Most of them were there for maybe a week before they ran for the hills—probably because of Eren. He was always mean to anyone you had a mere crush on—you having an actual boyfriend turned him into a borderline stalker. Although—you knew now that he always kind of was. He just didn’t bother to hide it when something threatened to take you away.

“I’m glad you haven’t,” He smiled against your neck, “that means I get to be your first.”

“Excuse me?”

His eyes went wide against you and he sat up, no longer slouching over you, “Holy shit I didn’t mean to say that.”

Instead of the usual reassuring giggle you usually gave whenever he said or did something stupid, there was silence. Worried he messed up, Eren apologized repeatedly, pulling his arms away from you.

You grabbed his wrists, pulling them back to you, “I really really hate to admit this, but—but I—I wouldn’t… mind it if you were my first.”

Your hands were shaking, anxiety filling your chest, and a warm feeling brewing in between your legs. Your emotions were everywhere, desperate for Eren’s love and attention but just as equally disgusted by him for trapping you here.

But, was what he did really that disgusting?

In all the time you’d been here, he’d been nothing but patient with you—ignoring his few bursts of anger—and he’d done everything he could to take care of you. He loved you. So much. And you wanted to love him too.

“Eren—I…” You managed to turn your head enough to face him, “I’m so sorry. I’m sorry for everything. I’m sorry for trying to run away.”

Tears formed in the corners of your eyes, your vision growing blurry as you fought to hold them in.

“Oh, baby, you don’t have to apologize. I can’t change anything now but… you don’t have to apologize.” He wrapped one of his arms around you, the other hand cupping your cheek to comfort you. Carefully, he pressed his lips against yours and kissed you; it was so painfully gentle that it made your heart ache. His thumb stroked your cheek before he pulled away for a quick breath, leaning in after to kiss you again and again and again. He couldn’t get enough of you; he loved you so much and he needed you to see it.

Slowly, the kisses got deeper—and you became hyper-aware of how close he was to you again, his dick still pressed up to your back.

In an impulsive moment driven by your desperation and slight arousal, you pleaded, “Please touch me, Eren. Please, just make me yours. I want you to hold me, please, please.”

He looked shocked for a moment, but nodded anyway, barely being able to hide his excitement behind jagged and shaky breaths. Slowly, he turned your head forward and pushed it against his shoulder, allowing you to sit more comfortably in between his legs with yours spread out. The hands he had around you slowly made their way to your stomach, forcing jolts and squeaks out of you as they passed over the more sensitive spots on your sides.

“Are you sure you want this?” He asked, not wanting to cause any more accidental emotional damage than he already had today.

“Yes. I’m sure.”

“Alright, just… tell me if I’m too rough. I tend to do that without realizing.”

With your final nod, he let out a huge sigh and began to inch his hands up to your chest. He slowed as he reached it, hesitantly cupping your boobs with shaking hands. Your face was hot and his was red, both of you nervous about this first-time experience.

He began to fondle you, squeezing and playing with your boobs. You leaned your head back on his shoulder, whimpering quietly as he began to touch and toy with your nipples, his fingers grazing over them repeatedly and occasionally giving them a gentle tug.

His cock was rock hard against your back now, and you could feel just how excited he was. It made you flustered to know that he only ever got this way over you.

One of his hands continued to play with your chest while the other slowly moved downward, drifting over your stomach and down to in between your legs.

His fingers touched your clit, forcing a gasp out of you and making you flinch. You were shaking even more, arousal building up in the pit of your stomach. You wanted him to touch you—but it was so nerve-wracking.

“Are you alright?” Eren asked you, his chin on your shoulder, “We can stop if you want.”

You shook your head, “No, no! Please, keep touching me. I’m just—I’m so nervous.”

He nodded, giving you a peck on your neck, “I am too. It’s ok.”

His heart was beating out of his chest. Why wouldn’t it be? He was getting to touch the most perfect person he’d ever seen—he was getting to call them his. It was the most exciting thing in the world.

He kissed your neck, moving up and down to cover it with his affection. His fingers touched and rubbed at your clit, pressing against it and moving around in slow circles.

Your entire body was on fire; the sudden stimulation was overwhelming. Your tiny gasps and whimpers were like music to his ears.

“Does that feel good?” He asked, taking note of your noises while he searched for the spot you reacted the most to.

Nodding, you tilted your head away from him to give him more room to kiss—but instead of that, he latched onto a spot smack dab in the middle of your neck and started sucking away, his goal to give you the biggest hickey he could. You trembled, pressing your hips against his hand to beg for more.

He complied, his hand speeding up and the rubbing becoming so fast that it made the water in the tub splash around. His other hand was still on your chest, squeezing it and rubbing your nipple.

“Oh god—Eren, Eren.” Your hips bucked into his hand as you cried out, all of the different things he was doing almost driving you over the edge.

“You gonna cum?” He asked, only pulling away from your neck to speak before he was back to sucking on it.

“I think—yes, yes, I’m gonna!” You tried to grab onto the sides of the tub, whimpering when he let go of your tit so that his hand could join the other.

He stopped touching you, pulling you back against his chest before he trailed his finger around your clit again, slower this time.

“You’re already going to cum?” He chuckled, “You really are a virgin, aren’t you, angel?”

You pouted, clearly feeling embarrassed by the comment, which only made him laugh more, “Come on baby… it’s nothing to be ashamed of. I just think it’s cute is all.”

After that, you went quiet, flustered and leaning against him, waiting for him to pleasure you again.

He kissed your neck, tracing tiny hearts on your lower stomach before he moved his hands back to where they were previously. Gently, he grazed a finger over your clit, barely touching it, and rested it right on your throbbing heat. He prodded at it, sliding his fingers in between your lips before dipping one inside of you, going up to the first knuckle.

You let out a gasp and leaned your head back onto his shoulder, your cunt gripping around his finger, not used to having fingers as big as his inside of you. Sure, you’d done things to yourself on your own time—but his fingers were huge, making yours seem puny in comparison. Having someone else’s finger inside of you felt different too—it made you feel so out of control but still excited at the same time, so excited you were shaking from arousal.

He didn’t move his finger, instead using his other hand to play with your clit while you got used to the feeling.

“Tell me when you want me to move my fingers, ok?”

“Ok—Ok.” You repeated yourself, taking in a deep breath to slow your racing heart. As out of control as you felt, Eren helped to remind you that he would always stop if it was too much for you. It helped you feel more comfortable in this position—pressed against him with your legs spread wide.

Finally, you were able to relax—your pussy no longer squeezing around his finger, and your muscles untensing after being contracted almost the entire time he was touching you. It felt nice—finally being able to enjoy his touches without the uncomfortable tense feeling in your body.

“You can move them now, Eren.”

With your permission, he did just that—moving his finger in and out of you slowly, continuing to massage your clit while he did. You let out a loud sigh, shuddering at the feeling of his finger pumping in and out of you. You wanted more.

“Another finger. Please.”

“Already? Are you sure?”

“Yes, Eren, please.”

“God, I love it when you say my name.”

You felt his other finger penetrate you soon after, filling you up and stretching you out. With two of his fingers inside of you instead of one, you felt fuller than you ever thought you would. It made you wonder how you would feel with his entire dick inside of you—how full you would feel, how good you would feel. It made the butterflies in your stomach go crazy.

His fingers moved quickly, pushing into you over and over. That, combined with him vigorously rubbing your clit, left you a panting, whining mess. He reached deeper than you ever could, allowing him to hit spots you’d never touched before. You tried to move your hips with his hands, pushing into them—and he continued to press deeper, his fingers as deep as they could be but still trying to push past the limit.

“It feels so good, fuck. Eren!” You reached back, grabbing onto his shoulders while you whimpered and cried, the warm feeling in your core increasing as he moved.

“Yeah? Does it, baby?”

Much to your dismay, Eren could feel that you were getting close by how you were squeezing his fingers again, your heat pulsating as you were nearing the height of your pleasure—so he pulled his fingers away. You whined at him, feeling even more disappointed than the last time he did this—but thankfully, he didn’t intend on leaving you unsatisfied forever.

Moving his hands to your waist and massaging tiny circles into them, he asked you quietly, turning shy about touching you all over again, “Can—Can I fuck your thighs? Please? We don’t have to if you don’t want to, I’ll keep using my fingers, but,” he paused, hiding his face in the crook of your neck near the gigantic hickey he left, “I really want to try it. And it’s the closest I can get to fucking you without actually…”

It only took you a moment of thinking before you nodded—your head was so clouded by need that the only words you processed were basically ‘him fucking you’ as you become overly aware of his hard-on pressed against your back again.

“Really?” He asked, just to be sure you were ok with it.

When you nodded again, he stood up as fast as he could, his body dripping wet and his dick sticking up. He didn’t hesitate to pull you onto your feet next, pushing you against the bathtub wall. You spread your legs awkwardly, trying to give him space to put his dick. He took a moment to move into the right position and fix his balance before sliding in between your legs, pressing it against your pussy and pushing them back together so that it would stay like that.

Looking down at yourself, you could see the tip of it protruding from in between your thighs, the shaft rubbing up against your cunt and making you shiver. It felt amazing, surprisingly. Maybe it was just because you had already been aroused before, but it felt so good to have him rubbing up against you like this. He was so big too, and just the thought of him putting it inside of you eventually? It had you clenching around nothing, just aching for release.

Eren grabbed onto your hips, pressing his flush against yours before he started to move back and forth, sliding his cock up and down your throbbing cunt and in between your thighs. Every time the tip slid over your clit, it sent lightning through your body, making you cry out as he moved faster and faster, the sound of your thighs slapping together echoing through the bathroom.

“Fuck, I never thought I’d be able to do this.” His grip on your hips grew tighter, the water in the tub sloshing around as your legs moved with his thrusts, “I’ve never wanted to do this with anyone else and—and now I finally get to it with you.”

He pushed you up to the wall more, your face and chest squished against it, “Mine. Mine. All mine.”

His length against your clit was pushing you over the edge, the repetitive and fast movements sending you spiraling into bliss. If it weren't for his hold on you, you would have collapsed into the water.

“I’m—fuck—Eren!”

You unraveled, your heat convulsing and clenching around nothing while you cried, finally reaching your climax. Your body was shaking, and you crumbled underneath him as he kept going, desperate to reach his own release. You flinched and jolted around, the overstimulation taking control over your body—but he kept you in place, holding you still with one hand and lacing the other’s fingers with yours.

With a couple more thrusts, he came undone, his cum ending up on the wall and dripping off of the tip. He leaned over you, panting into your neck and moving his hand up your side to massage it.

“God—You’re so perfect. You’re so fucking perfect.” He kissed down your neck and to your shoulder blade, sucking a hickey into it while he caressed your stomach, “I love you. I love you so much. God, I can’t believe you’re finally mine.”

You leaned your head back on him, grabbing onto his arm with your free hand and ignoring what he was saying, “I wanna shower now… the bath wasn’t very cleansing.”

“Ok, ok, we can,” he pulled you away from the wall, standing up straight, “Step out for a bit so I can drain the tub and… clean up my mess.”

Nodding, you stepped around him and got out of the tub, watching him turn and bend over to unplug the drain. He turned the spout on after, scooping up the water with his hands and throwing it on the wall. After the tub was drained and the wall was clean, he turned the shower on and pulled you back in, holding you in his arms while you leaned back on him, relaxing under the warm water.

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After the slow shower, filled with lots of clinging and Eren continuously trying to hold your boobs, you both were met with the realization that Eren forgot to bring a change of clothes for you and himself. Instead of dragging himself upstairs to get some, he forced his t-shirt over your head and put his boxers back on, carrying your squealing self back to the bed in the other room.

You lay down together, cuddling up under the blanket and getting all cozy, your eyes growing heavy at a rapid speed. Being cuddled up like this was just so relaxing, it was hard not to fall asleep.

The lazy pillow talk continued for a while until you were finally too exhausted to talk, your body giving into sleep faster than you could realize. Your head rested in between his bicep and his chest, legs tangled with his, and your arms around him. He had his hand on your back, the other wrapped around you and holding onto your butt.

When he noticed you drifting off, he kissed your head and said goodnight, waiting until you were fully asleep to finally let himself relax. As he followed your lead and slowly closed his eyes, the only thing he could think about was how much he had planned for you.

And It was a lot.

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𝓜𝓸𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓷 𝓐𝓾 𝓨𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓔𝓻𝓮𝓷 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓷𝓸𝓷’𝓼

Trigger warning: Murder, Violence, Tragic Death, Slight Gore, Blood, Cursing, Bullying, Suicidal Thoughts, Promotion of Suicide from a Bully, Corrupt Cop. Please correct me if I'm missing any.

Contents: It’s a head cannon with a little story at the end. This is how I think Modern Au Yandere Eren would be I haven't proof read… (；ﾞﾟ'ωﾟ')

18 + only! MDNI

𝓔𝓻𝓮𝓷’𝓼 𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵 𝓐𝓯𝓯𝓪𝓲𝓻’𝓼

❥ Eren isn’t in any college clubs, and tends to be anti-social. Although he has some friends from middle school but they aren’t as close as they used to be since Eren grew into his own person. His friend and him had a huge falling out when his father died and despite making up they have grown even more distant since he became obsessed with you but, they don’t know that you are the reason; they speculate however, that you could be involved due to the uncharacteristic wavering of his eyes when you’re around.

❥ He’s snarky. He genuinely wakes up on the wrong side of the bed every morning and rolls with it.

❥ He’s pretty much silent unless someone gives him shit, then he’ll make a sarcastic remark or be snippy; he’ll even leave if it’s too much. If that doesn’t work or he can’t leaver, he’s not afraid to intimidate the living shit outta the person pestering him. He doesn’t care about what they say or think, he’s busy working on getting his life together to best take care of you. Because you will end up together and all of life’s struggles will melt away in your union.

❥ He likes music so he learned how to play the guitar. He’s pretty good at it. 90% chance if you have a favorite song, he already knows how to play it.

❥ Despite his appearance fitting the stereotype of ‘energy drink fanatic’ he actually likes coffee. When I write coffee I don’t mean a Dutch bros picture perfect or a caramel frappuccino from Starbucks—he likes straight from the press, dark ass coffee. He’s not addicted or anything like that, he just prefers something bitter in the morning that won’t get him hopped up like an energy drink—not that he wouldn’t have one here or there. He just has a preference.

❥ He’s been trying to be more independent, doing things his mother used to do. He ended up learning how to cook Japanese Coquettes, but they don’t taste exactly like his mothers. However with a bit more practice he believes he’ll get the recipe just right. He has to eventually right? On that note, he’s the kind of Yandere to learn how to make the things you like without drawing to much attention to it. If you were to be over while not knowing of his Yandere tendencies and to question it, he’d respond in a slightly irritated voice saying—“I guess I’ve cooked a lot of things you’ve liked the past couple of days, how was I supposed to know you like those dishes too? You should just be grateful I’m feeding you, and quite your complaining. You have already complained enough for the both of us.”

𝓐 𝓒𝓸𝓾𝓹𝓵𝓮 𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰’𝓼 𝓗𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮’𝓼

❥ Steve Lacy—Dark Red

❥ Arctic Monkeys—505

❥ Monkeygunk—The Less I Know The Better

❥ Soundgarden—Blackhole Sun

❥ The Neighborhood—Daddy Issues

❥ Radiohead—Creep

𝓔𝓻𝓮𝓷’𝓼 𝓢𝓽𝔂𝓵𝓮

❥ Eren has black hair at mid length and it’s always half up with a man bun which is probably the only cute thing about him. He tends to wear darker colors like black, navy, forrest green and so on. He is unintentionally bordering on E-boy attire 99% of the time but his outfit is always a little bit simpler then the light tones and patterns that come with being an E-Boy. However he isn’t found without a pair of dark jeans and a pop of jewelry on his fits.

❥ He has a couple piercing not because he thinks he’s hot shit; he’s gott’em because he is hot shit. He has one on his right eyebrow, a Nose ring on his left nostril, Snake bite piercing’s—which he often puts in two silver rings; also, both of his ears have a double helix piercing, a conch piercing and a basic lobe piercing.

❥ He hasn’t yet—but he has been deeply contemplating getting something on his upper left shoulder. Also he’s the kind of Yandere to get a tattoo of your name or birthday on him after you’ve been dating a while.

𝓨𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓣𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓲𝓮’𝓼

❥ Eren is an extremely intimidating Yandere. He doesn’t necessarily have the best reputation since his falling out with his friends. They’ve reconciled a bit—or so you’ve heard through the grape vine but over all he’s still alone most of the time. Now that you’re both in college, the amount of people who know about the event are diluted but apparently he was very aggressive. However it’s hard not to be graceful with him because ultimately his mothers death could have impacted him back then in that moment when his father was sick—most people decided to forgive but not forget…as if they had any business mingling in it.

❥ When people act poorly to you, he just observers, watching everything unfold with attention to detail. Part of him likes watching you suffer just a bit; despite that sadistic desire, the other part of him will waste no time in correcting the offenders behavior. Only when its the right time and place a place where no one can hear them beg for help. He really does see his own characteristics in you when you suffer, because struggle brings out the best in you.

❥ He doesn’t mind if you catch him staring, he is one of those Yandere’s who will stare a moment longer then necessary before looking away. He honestly doesn’t care if you know he has his eye on you. His gaze sometimes makes you wonder what you did to get the attention of the schools most intimidating loner—we’re you gonna get it like some of the other kids? That’s what you thought at first at least, until you realized the people picking on you were starting to apologize left and right—you started to look at him first, rather then him initiating it. The silent acknowledgment between you two only grew longer with every passing day as you tried to read the other mind.

❥ At first he doesn’t make his feelings for you obvious at all. When you’d think of Eren, the majority of your thoughts were, ‘he always just happens to be near when something happens…but he never does anything…he’s just there.’ At first Eren uses this approach because he doesn’t want you to see him as confrontational because of his past and the rumors surrounding him. However when your bullies and aggravating classmates started apologizing, you knew something was up and that there was only one other person who was connected to each and every single event that someone apologized for. That’s when he started to be a little more obvious about his presence because he realized you found a strange sense of safety when he was near, as if no one would test you because they knew what he’d done to the people who had before.

❥ Eren doesn’t kill. Or rather he hasn’t killed a lot. He doesn’t really need to, so why would he? He can just beat the living crap outta his rivals or scare them off. If he ever were to kill someone it would be because they wouldn’t back off and he got carried away with the beating—but he wouldn’t feel bad about it. Some of his first killings though we're out of unchecked rage or unwanted impulses…He was pretty sloppy but he has a frien—somebody… on the force. Eren isn’t really capable of caring for Zeke as more then a tool.

𝓔𝓻𝓮𝓷’𝓼 𝓔𝓷𝓭 𝓖𝓸𝓪𝓵’𝓼

❥ He wants to be your forever partner, buy a house, maybe get married. He doesn’t really have any strong ambitions other then keeping you around and finding happiness. He really thinks you’re the one who will end all of his suffering—he knows you are. You’ve already given him enough hope to keep living, he could wait to see what more was to come.

❥ If you wanted kids he’d be happy to have some, the more of you there are the better his life is. However, he isn’t exactly aspiring to be a father, he just knows if that’s something you want, he is willing to take on that role and appease you.

𝓔𝓻𝓮𝓷’𝓼 𝓟𝓪𝓼𝓽

❥ When Eren was younger he was a much happier kid. He was polite, ambitious and always trying to see the good in things. However when his mom died in a massive 15 car pile up his father caused, he became much crueler.

❥ Mikasa and Armin were there to help him through it but Eren was not respective. Eren was so upset with his father who had sustained severe injuries and was on life support, that according to rumor, he wished his dad death; quite vividly. He was so belligerent in his sentiment that Mikasa and Armin couldn’t even get him out of the room without security. Erens father died a couple minutes after, due to the rarity of his life support machine having technical difficulties. The sick rumor people liked to spread was that Eren “pulled the plug” but no one could prove anything like that. Even if they were probably right, they shouldn’t have said it.

❥ After the loss of both of his parents, Eren was taken in by his long lost half brother Zeke. While living with Zeke, Eren learned so much about his father and his hatred continued to boil. The home environment wasn’t the slitest bit helpful in aiding Eren through his loss and because of this Eren started to become more confrontational. Eren started to learn from Zeke the futility of mingling in life.

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓓𝓪𝔂 𝓗𝓮 𝓜𝓮𝓽 𝓨𝓸𝓾

After a particularly long day beating up annoying assholes who ran their mouths and dared to bring up his mother, Eren found himself on his high schools roof top. Somehow he had gotten on the other side of the fence, sitting in pure disarray.

‘Was this truly living?’ He’d though to himself analytically. ‘Was the purpose of life to never be happy? What even was happy to him? What could he possibly take away from this life?’ With every step he found himself hyper-fixating on some aspect of the ground below. At first he was playing a little game with himself, tossing rocks from the gardening clubs rooftop flower beds up above onto certain spots below. But he grew distracted by things like a butterfly was drinking from a freshly bloomed bud, he also happened to notice a bit of dirt was dusted on the pavement—he wondered if he landed about a half inch in front of it maybe the wind from the collision could brush it back into place. Maybe the forensic crime scene cleaner would rinse it off with his blood…

“Hey!” A furious voice taints his train of thought.

Great another cringy highschool drama, where could he find a mute button for obnoxious people like this. Ugh, her voice wasn’t making painting the pavement any less tempting.

“Stop her!” The same person as before screatches as two other chicks grab a blur of white who was unintentionally rushing straight into the trap. There was a loud pounding sound as the lone girl hit the other two with a great deal of force, the unsuspecting victim whining weakly in her defeat…

Her voice was so alluring to him…not that he payed to much mind to it. Not intentionally anyway. Couldn’t he just call it how it was without being to attached? Besides a voice as pleasant as forks scratching plates was quick to over power it.

“Did you honestly think we’d let you off the hook? How fucking stupid are you? Even if you ran all the way home, you know we’d just drop by.” At this point, despite Erens distance he noticed the way her skin was littered with bruises and drops of crimson. The source, the corners of her mouth…just how long had she been trying to out run this beating anyway? Clearly she wasn’t doing a good job of avoiding it…

“I doubt you could find where I live, you’re so stupid deciphering left and right is a daily struggle. I don’t even know how you get to scho—“ A kick hits the girl straight in the stomach without any mercy, a pathetic curse fumbling from her lips. “FuCk!”

Eren knew better then anyone else confronting your ass beater was the dumbest thing you could do, if someone would have mocked him, he woulda given ‘em a broken arm instantly. This bully was different then Eren though, he could tell they really got off on torturing their prey.

“You always have to run your mouth; you always have to be a pain in my ass. Well I have news for you (l/n), you aren’t shit, in fact I don’t know why the fuck you were born in the first place.” yep, they loved making her feel like she was nothing more then a worthless human being, as if they were any better or in a place to determine the value of life; the main one reminded him to much of his father. She disgusted him. “Probably so you could be a sore in everyone’s side, why don’t you just head on home and fuck the hell off into the next life…just like your daddy did.”

Well didn’t god have a sick sense of humor… it was clear they had struck a cord with their by the way her face scrunched up in disgust.

Maybe (l/n) or who ever the hell she was would understand exactly what Eren was thinking…how shitty all the people walking this earth truly were. How horrible this life was; how people like you and him were only here to suffer and then die. There was no point in continuing this pathetic facade that the world was full of amazing people and that there was some bullshit fools gold at the end of the rainbow—

“You wish.” Her voice pierces through the roaring silence of Eren’s mind. “If you think I’m so weak that I’m going to off myself over your stupid opinion and perception of me then your a couple cents short of a dollar. Give me all you’ve got, I’m not going anywhere.” By the time she’d finished her voice grew powerful, which intrigued Eren…he was intrigued despite the way she was quickly decked in the face.

Why was this girl so passionate about living in a world that was full of people like the ones throwing hands at her? What could she possibly know that he didn’t. As she became weaker by the secound Eren found himself chucking a pebble towards the main bully. Like a bullet the little pebble soared through the air.

“What the fuck! WHAT THE FUCK!” One of the girls screamed pulling away from the scene and analyzing what just happened. A shade of rich vermillion pouring out onto the concrete as a thud resounded. The pebble had hit a little harder then intended, leaving a hole in the bullies head. Eren was quick to hop the fence, it wasn’t like they could really see him up there or that they had even thought to look but, he found it best not to be at the scene of his own crime, Not that he had any remorse for what he’d done; in fact he was much more interested in this (l/n), chick…

When officers Zeke Yeager arrived at the scene he wrote it off as an accident, one of the pebbles must have fallen and happened to land right in-between the girls head—how strange. He sure seemed to keep running into little unfortunate coincidences here and there…at least ever since he became involved with his half brother. Although it didn’t bother him, it wasn’t something he wasn’t a-custom too, there just needed to be a chat about the consistency of said accidents perhaps…

After that, Eren was the Elmers to your Glue. Not that you knew he was your second shadow, you were not-so-blissfully unaware, considering you watched a girl's brains spill out of her skull. Talk about sick karma, telling a girl to end her life and then your own life coming to such a sick end…ugh you couldn't eat without needing to upchuck for a week. It truly became a struggle to get back to neutral…honestly you never fully did.

Either way Eren was there, and everyday you reminded him of himself before his mother passing. As if despite what ever event you experienced in your life, you kept your perseverance for finding happiness. You kept your hopes up that one day all of the suffering could come to an end…You gave Eren hope. You gave Eden someone to root for…You were the only person he's rooted for since his mother's past. And with every passing day Erens infatuation for you grew more and more developing into something he'd never felt before, something he couldn't label…

All he knew that you were the only thing binding him to this earth…You were his one and only ambition, and he would one day join you in ending all the pain and suffering life brought. That you and him would find sanctuary in each other...

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