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urge to write a geto fic is very strong

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bloodsucker epilogue: somewhere in germany

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word count: 2.2k

content warnings: sexual content, brief descriptions of blood

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three years later:

warm air circled through the barn; it was finally spring in germany. quiet sounds of life filled my ears. birds chirping, the movement of the barn animals. “good boy,” i murmured to the goat at my hands, feeding him another piece of straw as i patted his head. 

“i hate it when you call other guys that,” eren teased. turning to him, he was sitting on the railing to the pen, an exaggerated frown on his face. it couldn’t cover the constant comfort his features wore. a few months after we had gotten here, reality set in, and both of us adjusted to the absence of overwhelming doom that had followed us for too long. it was hard not to be constantly happy with how things turned out. 

“it’s a goat, sociopath,” i reached into the ground below me, chucking a bit of dirt at him. he launched himself off the fence, walking over to me to pick me up from my kneeling position. “doesn’t matter,” he muttered, lining my head with quick kisses. “so i was stalking reiner a few days ago,” eren drew me out of my bliss. 

i pushed him away so he could see the disturbed look on my face, “the fuck? why?” i shook my head in disbelief at him, but i couldn’t hold back the laugh. “he is your ex,” he lifted his brows, trying to show his reasoning. 

i rolled my eyes, “are you seriously still pulling that? i’m your goddamn fiance!” i lifted my hand in the air, showing him the ring. he laughed, and i pulled my hand down to admire it again. the one he picked was perfect; i wasn’t surprised. neither of us could have kids with the vampirism; it would be just us for the rest of our lives. i couldn’t be sad at that thought; instead it made perfect sense. 

“yes i am,” he protested, “anyway, he has a new girlfriend.” my jaw dropped open. i scoffed lightly, “yikes. i almost feel bad for bertholdt.” i really did. it was hard to imagine everything he did to me being useless because he never confessed his feelings to the person it mattered to. and he likely never would. 

eren scoffed even harder, “i don’t,” he shrugged his shoulders.  “i can’t believe he still hasn’t mentioned anything,” i shook my head in disbelief. “you really don’t need to feel so bad for him,” he approached me, rubbing my shoulder in comfort. 

shrugging my shoulders, i let out a breath of air, “i know.” he scanned my face quickly, trying to gauge my emotions before changing the conversation. “jean texted. he’ll be here tomorrow,” his voice was lined with false disappointment. i couldn’t hold back the laugh in the back of my throat. “oh don’t sound so disappointed, i know you’re excited to see him.”

in the months leading up to our move, eren and jean had fixed their bond. sort of. i doubted it would ever be how it was when marco was still with them; but i was happy to see them have a semblance of a friendship again. “whatever,” eren muttered, still insecure about being excited. 

“why’s he coming so early though?” none of our friends were supposed to be flying in for another week and a half. “he wants to spend some time with us before the wedding. i guess pieck is gonna fly up separately.” i nodded my head, finishing up the goat’s feed. 

eren took my que, grabbing the bucket of chicken feed, and throwing the rest around their coup. the sun started to set on the horizon. our plot of land always had the best sunsets. it was hard to feel any disdain here; other than the mention of one thing. “and i heard from someone else.”

i already knew what was coming, but i couldn’t hold back the disappointed sigh that left my mouth. news from zeke. i should be thankful to him, and i was, but his name usually came with unnerving news. but i think zeke was thankful to us, too. apparently, after we left, grisha was so caught up in finding eren, it allowed him to have more freedom in his own life. grisha was less suffocating to him. 

eren laughed nervously, trying to gain composure before continuing, “he’s issued an official order for my execution.” the words hung in the air. we knew it would be coming at some point, but it would make tensions higher when we returned for visits. 

my steps halted on our way back to the cottage. eren turned around to face me, approaching me. i interlocked our hands, fiddling with his fingers. he continued, “the dumb oaf still doesn’t realize i ran off with you, though,” his laugh rang out around us. absolving the tension that had built around his previous statement. 

“guess i played my part well at his house,” i winked at him, trying to set my emotions back into place. eren was still having difficulty, “there’s something else,” his features tensed again. i pulled on his hands, urging him to continue. 

his sigh was loud, and he broke our gaze to look out at the sunset, “with his sights off of me, he’s gone back to focusing on the cult. zeke said there’s been a lot of deaths.” i pulled one of my hands out, moving it to his cheek. his head tiled in the direction of it, leaning into my palm. i stroked his cold skin with my thumb, “we won’t have to worry about that in our lifetime. it’s not our responsibility.” eren had already seen too much of that life; it wasn’t right that he still felt burdened by it. 

his head shook lightly, “we could do something,” he offered weakly. “really, we couldn’t. if it’s as big as zeke says it is, we wouldn’t even have a shot at getting close to grisha. it’d be futile.”

eren thought about it for a few seconds, getting lost in my eyes. he sucked in a breath, “you’re right, i know that, it’s just hard to accept sometimes.” with my other hand, i squeezed his, “i know,” i whispered it. the wind whistled softly around us, bringing with it the sound of barn animals. the serenity of it helped to calm both of us down. 

“i love you,” he whispered, leaning down to connect our lips. he moved slowly at first, pausing after each movement. his hands moved down to my waist, pressing my hips up against him. i bit at his bottom lip, trying to get him to kiss me harder. 

i could feel his lips turn into a smirk before he gave in, moving his lips fervently. his hands wandered over my torso, and mine did the same, pulling at his skin with my nails as i went. a few kisses later, eren ripped the shirt i was wearing from my body. unlocking our lips, i gasped, “that was my favorite shirt, eren!” he threw it to the ground with a chuckle, “i’ll get you a new one.”

he lifted my body up, and i wrapped my legs around his torso as he carried me the rest of the way inside, leaving kisses around his neck. i could feel him getting hard beneath me. my butt hit the kitchen counter as eren let me down, fixing his grip around my waist again. 

the next thing he pulled off were my pants; i lifted my hips higher on his stomach for them to pull off cleanly. “this reminds me of something,” i giggled, tugging at his shirt. he furrowed his brows, “and what would that be?” he feigned innocence. 

he took a step back to slide his pants off as i undid the buckle of his belt, “just something that happened on a kitchen counter a few years ago,” i giggled again as i admired his toned body that flexed with the movements. he hummed, “i don’t remember. guess you’ll have to show me?” his hand gripped behind my neck, pulling me forward in a kiss. i bit his lip as a response. 

his movements were hasty, quickly pulling back again. his two middle fingers hung on my bottom lip, silently asking for permission. i opened my mouth, sucking them in. my tongue swirled around them as his other hand slid under my body, pulling my hips out further. 

his fingers slid out of my mouth, and the next second, i felt him shoving them into my pussy. “fuck!” i yelled out at the abrupt action, arching my back into him. i shot him a dirty look as i heard him laugh, his other hand circling my nipple. i brought my lips to his neck, biting into his flesh. i licked up the small amount of blood that trickled out, hearing a moan escape him at the action. 

with another pump of his fingers, he drew his fingers out and slipped off his boxers. i bent down from my place on the counter, letting spit drip down onto his tip. he groaned, and i wrapped my hand around the shaft, spreading the slick with my thumb over his piercing. 

his hands gripped each side on my waist, pulling me off the counter before shoving my body around and pushing my torso against the cold surface. “so pretty,” he muttered, pulling my legs further apart with his leg. he stood in between, placing his feet on either side of mine; an attempt to keep my legs separated. 

i felt his tip tease my folds before he slammed his entire length in me. i let out a loud moan, “god, eren,” i grunted. he placed one hand on my waist to steady, and brought the other to my shoulder. he didn’t move as he learned down to whisper in my ear, “say my name again,” i could head the smirk in his voice, even with my face shoved into the counter. 

my body lightly jostled with the grip he had on me, slamming his body into mine, “eren!” i yelled it louder, arching my back so he could penetrate deeper. “louder, slut,” he teased, moving his grip on my shoulder closer to my neck. at the nape of it, he applied pressure, keeping me pinned to the counter as he moved at a faster pace. 

“eren! eren,” i started babbling as his hand around my waist reached further down, looping around my hips to rub my clit. with the added stimulation, i felt a knot tie tighter in my core. i let out more panty moans with eren’s hits on my g-spot becoming sloppier. 

his body pressed further against mine, and i could hear pants of his own closer in my ear, a few drops of blood dripping down onto my upper back. his hands tied in my hair, and he pulled back on it, sending me into an orgasm. eren removed his dick, continuing to work me through my high with my clit. 

i could feel a warm substance hit my back as eren lt out a final low moan. he wrapped his body around mine, moving my hair to plant a kiss on my forehead, “wait here.” i barely noticed his absence, still trying to catch my breath. i felt my knees buckle without his support, as i waited for a few minutes. my body started to heal itself quickly, and i was already ready to fuck him again. 

he was back quickly, the sound of running water filtered to my ears. “c’mere, pretty,” he cooed, picking me up bridal style. he carried me to the bathroom, the room lit by candles. a floral aroma filled my nose. looking into the tug, eren had added dried flowers, “aw such a sweetheart,” i teased him. this was something he did often, but it never failed to give me butterflies. 

“ugh, shut it,” he scoffed, annoyed with my constant mocking. his arms lowered me into the tub, and i moved my body forward, allowing him to get in beside me. his hands reached down to my waist, pulling me back onto him. he dunked my head in the water, running his hands through my hair, “i found the perfect destination for our honeymoon.”

i closed my eyes, content against him, “let me guess, you’re not gonna tell me?” i sighed. it was his nature to still keep me in the dark with everything he could. his chest bubbled with a laugh, jolting my body with it. “nope,” he popped the end, placing kisses on my temple, working his way down my face. 

i sucked in a deep breath. i was aware of the absence of the void in my stomach. anxiety was no longer clawing at the back of my mind. with grisha finally setting his sights off of eren, i felt like i could fully settle into my fiance, certain that we could live in this calm for the rest of our lives. 

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a/n: had to reference phoebe bridgers in the title

thank you to everyone who has spent time reading this; i appreciate you! and thank you for all the comments, notes, and interactions; they really made my days, and gave me the confidence to finish this story! hope you guys like this ending, i’m not sure how i feel about it, but it’s the only one i could come up with. love yall!

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bloodsucker chapter 15: reconciliation

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“jean, i think i might actually die,” i threw my fists onto my eyes; applying pressure to them. as if i wasn’t drowning in schoolwork before; i was now with the extra four classes i took on. making up work for the content i missed meant that i barely had time for any form of social life. 

he looked up from his textbook, “well, this is what you get for trying to finish two years of college in one.” for the past few weeks, jean had become my rock. the confidant i could tell all my vampire problems to. he also made a good study partner because he didn’t bother me as i worked. “yeah, i know.”

the visit with grisha was still fresh in my mind. like it was just yesterday eren and i went to the mansion. my anxiety was topped with the end of the semester work. it was easy to run away to germany with eren; but the reality of getting there was back-breaking. eren only had to take a couple extra classes to finish by the end summer, but i had to double it. 

on the drive home that night, we figured we might as well get our degrees. even though we truly didn’t need them; it felt like the right way to tie up our lives here with. at least, at the time it seemed like a smart choice. “i can’t believe you guys are really doing this, though,” jean grabbed my attention back, closing his book as i shut off my laptop. a quick break won’t hurt anyone. 

“i can’t either. but we’ve got it all planned out.” a smile i couldn’t hide appeared on my face. thinking of the life i had ahead with eren made all the work worth it. i knew the fear of grisha would follow us; but we hoped he himself wouldn’t. “did you plan to leave all of us behind?” jean joked, but his face was concerned. 

i laughed at him, “no, we planned that too. as long as grisha is away from shiganshina, it’s easy enough to visit you guys. and my dad.” with zeke as our ‘mole’ everything worked out perfectly. too perfectly. eren kept telling me i was paranoid; maybe i should start listening to him. i hoped the nerves would start to settle after finalizing the move.

his mood perked up instantly, “wait really?” his voice had gone a bit higher. i nodded my head. “i’m just glad you’re happy. eren too. i watched as vampirism took over his life, i was worried it would happen with you,” his features dipped back into a twinge of sadness. memories haunted both of us. 

but jean was right. i was happy like this. it might’ve been eren, or the vampirism, but it didn’t matter. i adjusted well and quickly, the amplified changes made everything easier. it was comforting having eren go through it with me. he made the biggest difference. sometimes i felt like nothing was even real; like i was in a coma and this was all just a dream. 

the door to my room swung open with a loud thud, drawing me out of my thoughts, “hey slut!” connie squealed, pitching his voice to sound like a girl. he jumped from his spot in the doorframe, tackling my sitting body to the floor completely.

i was aware of the pressure his body weight put on me, but it didn’t register as being painful. “do you really have to tackle me every time you see me?” i complained. he lifted himself above me, extending his arms to read my face, “course i do!” he said it like it was obvious.

sasha stood a few paces behind us, “we’re going to the beach,” she interrupted, high pitch in her tone. in a swift movement connie jumped off of me, standing on his own feet again. going over to jean, he ruffled his hair, earning a hard slap to the arm from him, “cut it out,” jean bit. 

they didn’t distract me for long, “no way, we’re literally balls deep in finals.” the workload was so heavy, i don’t think i could even have fun without feeling guilty about it. i really am starting to regret this. connie started snickering,  “your boyfriend’s waiting in the car.” he continued to torment me with kissing noises; but the mention of eren was all i needed to ditch my studies. 

“kay, fine, but we can’t stay long,” i heaved a sigh, showing dramatics to guilt trip sash and connie. jean gave a light hearted scoff, “what were you saying about finals?” rolling my eyes, i hit his shoulder hard as i quickly leapt up from my spot on the hard floor. 

i didn’t wait for any of them to catch up as i made my way down the apartment complex; running towards eren’s car as soon as i spotted it. throwing the car door open, i all but jumped in, skipping over the center console to be closer to eren. 

eren’s face lit up, eyes glinting. he pushed my body back slightly with the force of his own, cupping my face as he pressed a kiss into my lips. i melted into him easily; the feeling of eren comfortably familiar now. he opened his mouth wide, trying to suck as much of me in as he could. a smile tugged on my lips at his desperation, causing him to pull back. 

he scanned my face, then trailed down my body. making sure i was still in tact, “i missed you so much, pretty.” he pulled my face to him again, placing a soft kiss on my forehead. i couldn’t hold back my giggle; just happy to see him, “stop with the pet names,” i complained but the butterflies were strongly present in my stomach. i couldn’t wipe the smile off my face, either. 

a shuffling in the back seat caused my head to turn. i faced armin, features slightly scrunched in awkwardness. i looked away, hiding my embarrassment, “sorry armin, didn’t even know you were here,”

eren laughed viciously, “armin don’t pull the uncomfortable act, you were doing the same with annie.” armin’s face lit up a bright red, his eyes going wide. “what? no- i wasn’t!” he tripped over his words; trying to profess an innocence i didn’t have to see to know was false. “okay, freak your shit armin,” i butted in, watching his face turn impossibly redder. 

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jean waved a bucket of fries in my face, “you sure you don’t want any?” i pulled my body away from the stench, further into eren's body. his legs closed around my torso, holding me tighter at my movement. “it’s really not funny,” i pushed jean’s hand away. armin and mikasa were huddled on a different set of blankets, exchanging a look at my refusal. 

it was moments like this that proved to me it was a good idea to run away with eren. our closest friends were already getting suspicious of my behavior. eren stroked through my hair with his fingers; futile as the wind kept blowing it in every direction. 

mikasa shivered, “why the hell did we go to the beach, anyway?” her teeth jittered lightly. i was thankful my body kept me from feeling most of the chill. eren pointed to the shoreline; where sasha and connie splashed each other in the ocean, “it was connie’s idea.”

“we need to stop listening to him,” armin's head shook. mikasa raised the bottle of vodka in her hand and took another shot from it. she extended it to me after. i stared at it for a few seconds before looking over at eren. he had a small smirk on his face; knowing i would never get drunk again. despite that fact, i raised it to my lips and took a long swallow from the bottle. 

the liquid was warm going down my throat. but only for a second as my body seemed to neutralize the heat. the normally sour sting of vodka was amplified; almost unbearable. i brought the bottle back down and scrunched my features together. armin laughed, “i’m not the only lightweight anymore, huh.”

skipping over eren, i passed it to jean, “can it, i’ll catch back up soon.” i tried to keep the frown from showing, knowing that i would never catch up. the taste was subsiding, and there were no other signs that i had even consumed alcohol. mikasa stood from their towel, grabbing it up as armin followed, “we’re gonna warm up by the cars,” she wrapped it around her body, hiding the shiver. 

“‘kay, we’ll wrap up here soon,” eren responded before tying his hands to my body again. jean laid back on his towel as his shivers subsided with the alcohol, “so you really can’t get drunk?” 

“nope,” i sighed my answer, leaning into eren further. 

“damn, that must really suck,” he smirked, exchanging a glance at me, then eren. connie and sasha had emerged from the water, their screams becoming less muffled as they approached. connie broke into a sprint, heading towards jean. he was already laughing in preparation, before shaking his body violently; dripping all of the ocean water on jean.  

jean jumped up immediately, “fucking asshole!” he yelled, already beginning to chase a fleeing connie. sasha giggled as she ran after them; arms held out to jean. my chest heaved with a laugh, bumping up against eren’s, “dumbasses.” 

laying my head flat on his chest, my phone ringing caused me to retract it right back. 

(xxx)-929-6785:

could we meet at the cafe?

my eyebrows furrowed, and i could feel eren lurch in curiosity behind me. “the fuck?” i muttered lightly, more to myself. i knew who that number belonged to; even if i didn’t have it saved anymore. why would she be texting me? 

“who is it?” eren laid his hand over my shoulder; to offer comfort, or draw me out of my thoughts, i wasn’t sure. “it’s historia?” i mumbled again in confusion, but eren heard it. i held my phone screen so he could read the message; i felt him stiffen slightly. “you should go,” he was confident, barely had to think about it. 

his grip on my shoulder squeezed in reassurance. i knew he was right; and i would regret not meeting with her. but i couldn’t help but feel like i was fifteen again; insecure and cleaning to the comfort of historia. no, i thought, i’m not doing it for that. 

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i stood outside of the coffee shop an hour later, hesitating to go in. eren waited in the parking lot, it would be easy enough to go back. i wasn’t going to pass up this opportunity, though, and that thought is what let me open the doors and walk in. 

her blonde hair was easy to spot, she looked over to me almost immediately. a hesitant smile was on her face, unsure if she should even be smiling. it was weird to see that expression directed towards me; it had been so long since we had really looked at each other. she didn’t have any coffee in front of her, just her hands that were intertwined with each other. 

i sat down opposite her, mimicking her facial expressions. just as unsure as she was. we made awkward eye contact again, “hey,” my tone was quiet, not sure of what to say. her lip twitched, “i wanted to reach out, when hitch told me about the break in, but.. it just felt false.”

historia seemed somewhat nervous, spouting words without really thinking them through. i didn’t know what to say, so i nodded instead. we both looked at each other uncomfortably again. it was hard to believe we had once been inseparable; now we passed for two strangers. “i, um- i’m really sorry,” she began again, stuttering over her words with uncertainty. 

“for what?” i couldn’t help but probe. there was a lot for us to apologize for, but i wondered what part of the story historia was even sorry for. maybe this was a bad idea. “for sleeping with porco,” her tone was finally definitive. definitely a bad idea. hearing those words caused me to pick at my cuticles. it didn’t bring me any relief, as my skin stitched itself together quickly. 

i sighed, “that’s really not what i need an apology for,” i said it quietly. suddenly, i was submissive in her presence. like i still had something to show for. each of us stood still, breathing audibly, “why now? we’ve been going to sina together for two years?”

she shrugged, somehow still making the action look delicate, “i heard you might be transferring. didn’t want a stone to go unturned.” i couldn’t gauge how that made me feel. i guess i should be happy she didn’t want me to leave without a resolution? after we move, i likely won’t see historia again. how does that make me feel? i still couldn’t decipher it. “how do you know?”

“it’s obvious when you pick up extra classes at the end of the year,” she humorlessly laughed. if i didn’t know her any better, i’d say she was hurt. it made it even more apparent that i shouldn’t mend the friendship we once had. “guess so,” shrugging, i looked away from her gaze. 

historia sucked in a breath, “but i am sorry.. for everything that went down between us, it’s all my fault.” it was easy to believe her; but i wasn’t naive. does this mean she truly did love me all those years? i couldn’t bring myself to ask. “it isn’t all your fault, but i forgive you,” i tried to keep my voice steady. 

hearing that from historia finally felt like a book closing. i felt like i could finally move on from that chapter in my life. i got up from the booth, ready to return back to my present life. “hey, y/n?” historia pulled me back in, still seated, “are we ever going to talk again?”

my steps faltered, the words sounding weird coming from her, “i don’t think so, no.” maybe if my life was different, i would run back to historia. instead, i took my leave to the exit, making my way back to eren. 

the cold air was comforting; i hadn’t realized how stuffy i had gotten in that booth. there was a small pressure gone from my back. the little bit of historia i had always carried around with me. i was happy for the closure; it made the move a definite choice. nothing was really keeping me here any longer. 

opening the door to eren’s car, i sat down, somewhat shell shocked. i was still absorbing the conversation; still taking all of it in. i was sure myself a year ago would be jumping for joy, and running back into hisotira’s comforting arms. “how’d it go?” eren broke the silence, tone walking on eggshells around me. i shrugged, unsure of how to unravel it to him. “that bad, huh?” he laughed through his nose. 

“it wasn’t bad, i just don’t know how to feel,” it was the truth. i couldn’t make sense of the emotions stirring in my stomach. “are you glad you listened to me?” he mocked, a goofy smile spreading on his face. i pushed his shoulder; which he didn’t budge from. 

i rolled my eyes, moving my neck with them, “i hate that you’re phrasing it like that, but yeah.” eren pulled the gear shift down into drive, “i have something that’ll brighten your mood.” his hand found mine, interlocking our fingers, and giving my palm a squeeze. “what?” i tried to fight the smile on my face. 

“it’s a surprise,” he dragged the words out, taunting me. “come on, just tell me!” eren turned his focus on navigating the road, already starting to tune my pleas out, “it’s not a telling-thing… trust me you’ll want to see it.”

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the blindfold eren tied to me was beginning to irritate me. “is it ready yet?” i asked, although i could still hear his fingers clicking on the laptop. i heard him grunt, and i knew he was rolling his eyes, “i don’t understand how you have so little patience.” his hand pushed against my back, throwing me off-kilter. 

i groaned, “i don’t like being blindfolded.” eren’s breath grazed the side of my neck “really?” he whispered in my ear. a shiver went down my spine, and i clenched my legs together to hide the reaction before pushing him back with my elbow. “okay, fine. done,” he chuckled. 

eren pulled the blindfold off, tussling my hair in the process. i didn’t have time to fix it, eyes focusing on his laptop screen in front of me. “eren, what is that,” although, i already knew the answer. it was a cottage; similar to the cabin he took me to. it was quaint; but cozy. the exterior was covered in lush vines, and it was surrounded by what looked like acres of empty land. 

“it’s a house. our house actually,” i peeked over at him. he was already staring into my eyes, a satisfied smile on his face. “OUR house?” my tone was obnoxiously confused. it was obvious we would need a house.. but eren took the time to find one himself. a perfect one; and it would be ours. the feeling was so surreal i couldn’t begin to describe it. 

eren laughed at my reaction, wrapping his hands around my waist and fiddling with my skin underneath my clothes, “well, yeah as long as you like it.” i flipped through more of the pictures, looking at the interior. the rooms were old fashioned; down to the kitchen appliances. “i love it.” 

the photos showed a closer view of the land around it, “there’s enough room for farmland, so we can own animals.” the next was a picture of a small brown barn. i couldn’t keep the smile off my face imagining what life would be like there, “really?” i still couldn’t believe it. “mhm,” he mumbled, a goofy grin still glued to his face. 

“are there vampires in germany?” i hadn’t thought about it. i suddenly wondered if we were trading in grisha for a worse masochist. “i can only assume so. but grisha was too caught up with the vampires here that he never cared to venture out,” it didn’t bring me much comfort. 

i turned my body to face eren fully, “it’s perfect,” i whispered, bringing my face closer to his. our lips connected, and his grip on my waist tightened. he picked up my body to position myself on his lap; i opened my mouth allowing his tongue to enter mine.

my hands traced up his body, stopping to grip his moving jawline. his hands made their way up my shirt, two fingers squeezing my nipple. i pulled back from him, letting out a soft moan. the thought hit me then, “what if you get tired of me?” i couldn’t help but voice it. 

his features turned serious in an instant, “i won’t,” he answered immediately, and confidently. when i thought about it, i hadn’t known eren for that long. it doesn’t matter, my mind contradicted. “you can’t know that.”

“i can,” he pulled his hand from underneath my shirt, cupping my cheeks while squeezing them lightly. “you’ve been on my mind longer than you know.. i’m not going to get tired of you,” i wasn’t quite sure what he meant, but it warmed my heart anyway. like a natural reaction.

i nodded, “i’m more worried you’ll get tired of me,” eren laughed, squeezing my cheeks even harder, squishing my lips together. “impossible,” i giggled, shaking off his grip. 

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finally feeling better; i've already started writing! chapter 15 is the last chapter, and then there will be an epilogue! <3

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bloodsucker chapter 14: under the mountain

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content warnings: cnc, degradation, mature themes (tw: grisha)

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my body was barely through the door to my apartment before sasha’s arms were wrapped around me, crushing my ribs. “you’re back! fucking finally,” she muffled into my shoulder, pressing the rest of her body against me. hugging her felt different. i was aware of the way her blood smelled, and i was tempted to bite into her neck that was so close to my face.

the urge was easy enough to push down. but still; i figured that would never really go away. i’d be tempted to eat my friends for the rest of our lives. i wonder if eren felt like this around me. suddenly, i felt myself applauding his restraint. “i didn’t think eren would take you away for more than a few days,” she reluctantly brought her arms back scanning me over. 

she continued to ramble, “you look like shit. i thought you’d have that morning glow,” a smirk covered the otherwise concerned look on her face. even though i fed just last night, the perks were already starting to wear off. “gee, thanks.”

grabbing the rest of my bags, i brought them further into our apartment. she sighed, “did you guys really not fuck?” my eyes widened, and i was glad she couldn’t see my face. didn’t think she’d be on my ass so quickly. i gave a sigh of my own. “no, we did.”

the apartment went silent. i could hear a pin drop from a mile away, i guess i could hear that anyway now. and then, sasha squealed, catching up to me and spinning my body around. her face lit up, “don’t be so nonchalant!” she shook my shoulders. 

i shook off her grip. most of the excitement around eren and the new changes had died down. the news of his dad piling over my emotions. he spent the rest of last night telling me everything i needed to know about the visit; and everything he said made my stomach turn with anxiety. we wouldn’t be going until tomorrow; but i couldn’t decide if i wanted to push it off or get it over with. “it’s really not a big deal.”

sasha followed me into my room where i unpacked my light suitcase. “actually, it is,” she giggled profusely, “are you guys like dating now?” she drew out the words in curiosity. in a way, we were. but both of our lives were so complicated; i wondered if we would really have the time for it. at least, right now. the thought nagged at the back of my mind; doing nothing to ease the apprehension. 

a loud groan of annoyance escaped me, “can we talk about literally anything else?” sasha’s excited features dropped, but she nodded in understanding. she recuperated quickly, “mikasa and i went on a date,” she blurted out. 

my eyes widened once again, and i rushed toward her for another hug out of habit. i regretted it as soon as the scent of her hit my nose. pushing it down; i pretended it wasn’t there. i’d have to get used to that. 

the news surprised me; i figured they were both too shy around each other to make a move like that. “how’d that even happen?” she rolled her eyes at my comment, “fucking connie spilled that i was crushing on her,” her shoulders drooped before easily rising again, “but i guess it worked out in our favor because she asked me out.” 

a laugh bubbled in my throat, “of course it was connie. always doing that shit.” the mention of our other friends made my heart ache. i missed them too; but i wasn’t sure how soon i’d get to see any of them. eren had said it was best not to do anything crazy before i met grisha; and connie always had something fun he wanted to do. 

“i’m glad she had the balls,” i poked sasha in the stomach, earning me a glare. “whatever,” she started mumbling, “bitch.” staking her way toward the front door, she grabbed her keys off of the wall ring, holding them in the air, “wanna get coffee?”

giggling, i skipped to catch up to her, “duh!” the excitement of coffee soon died down; could i even drink that? within a second the idea of one of my favorite drinks was unappealing. my steps stuttered behind sasha at the realization. 

i brushed it off. i had to; this was going to be my life from here on out. i just have to adjust, that’s all; i tried to convince myself, but i wondered how much more disconnected i would become from my friends. at least jean was the one ‘normal’ person i could confide in. telling eren any of my grievances about vampirism might cause him to carry even more guilt; and it wasn’t fair to do that. 

“so did everyone crash and burn when i was gone?” i joked, in an attempt to pull myself out of my own head. she halted a step, grabbing my hand to swing our arms together. “no offense,” she started laughing, “but no.”

a smile spread on my face; one i couldn’t begin to hold back. she turned her attention to the space in front of us, lips pursed together, “you’re not going to tell me?” i cooed. with a small smile, she shot me a look to the side, “jean and armin also went on a date,” her voice had a false romance to it.

i stopped in my tracks, jaw going slack “what?!” sasha met my look of surprise with a look of confusion, before bursting out with a hefty laugh, “not like, with each other,” we reimagined our pace; but now i was even more confused. 

“they did a double date thing with those girls from marley,” she explained. i had almost forgotten jean was all giddy over a girl before i left; but i didn’t know armin was dating. “oh? armin with the blonde one?” the memory of how awkward they looked appeared in my mind. “mhm,” she mumbled, eyes losing their glint; showing she was lost in thought. “annie. super quiet, but she’s cute with armin,” sasha remarked. 

“and jean?” i wondered if i would be jealous if i didn’t have eren. no, the question seemed to answer itself immediately. our past physical connection didn’t bleed into romance. “with pieck. kind of a weird duo, but i don’t know, you can see they have that spark,” she swung our arms with more force now. 

the coffee shop was in sight, “you think i’ll meet them?” i almost felt bad for connie; the only one of us left with no sex life. “definitely. i think they might visit sina soon,” she looked happy; like she already saw them becoming a part of us. 

while sasha unclasped our hands to open the door, i saw a lanky boy with black hair. “sash, go in without me for a sec,” i already started to walk away. i could get out of drinking coffee; two birds with one stone. 

“um.. okay,” her confusion was distant; already walking over towards bertholdt. i’m not sure if he even saw me, but he was walking fast. to catch up to him, i almost broke a run. grabbing his shoulder, i yanked on it, forcing him to face me. 

his eyes lit up in shock, guess he hadn’t seen me. i saw the panic within them, and he went rigid with my hand still attached. he started taking a step back, but i grasped his hand; keeping him within distance. “was it really you who broke in?” i trusted eren; but the entire situation still spun my head around. it was hard enough to imagine he would actually do that, and even harder to think about why. 

“i don’t want any trouble with your boyfriend,” he spat it at me, features lighting up with anger and pain. if i thought eren had done something to him; i knew it for a fact now. for whatever reason, i couldn’t bring myself to feel bad. “neither do i, so tell me the truth,” my own tone was hostile; matching his. 

he blew out a breath in annoyance, “yeah, i broke in,” his face had gone cold, and he yet again made a movement to walk away. his entire demeanor was different. the introverted and solemn boy i had known him to be was completely warped. i stood still for a few seconds, stunned. actually hearing it from his mouth let the betrayal really sink in. “the fuck? why?” i caught up to him; keeping pace beside him. bertholdt had height on me, but vampirism made it so much easier to move around. i didn’t even feel winded. 

he ignored me, trying to focus on the space directly in front of me. “why, god dammit!” i restrained a yell, knowing there were students around. “we were friends,” it came out as a question. i was replaying every conversation we ever had, trying to find the lies within them. 

bertholdt spared me a glare, “no, we weren’t.” my steps stumbled; trying to grasp whatever had happened. “you dated reiner, that’s it.” immediately i questioned him, but his tone was sincere. it didn’t make sense; our ‘friendship’ formed after reiner.  “yeah?” i spat it out; bitter from the confusion. “and then we got close?”

he scoffed, “i was just trying to figure out why he would date you.” my brows furrowed even more than they were already; somehow.  “why? we dated for like three months, and you stole my fair bear over it?” everyone knew reiner and i were a fling. it was the reason neither of us were torn up about the breakup. it didn’t matter much; to anyone, really. 

“i don’t get what you have over me,” he mumbled it so softly, i wouldn’t have heard it if i still had human ears.  “bertholdt, what are you talking about?” 

his face was filled with annoyance, but his voice broke, betraying his emotions, “it’s the only reason i tolerated you. just trying to figure out ‘why you.’” even with his features scrunched together, there was a looming sadness beneath his eyes. 

“date me instead of you?” i threw it out as a joke; not believing that was really the case. the idea seemed so far out of reality. his features ceased; eyes widening, “oh my god?” i questioned myself, “so you literally stalked me because i dated your crush?” my humorous tone covered the whiplash i felt. i wouldn’t have guessed it in a million years, but it didn’t matter. i was coming to the realization that bertholdt and i were never friends; he was never like a little brother. i was naive for believing he was some innocent puppy. 

his face flushed, confirming any doubts, “shut the fuck up!” he whisper yelled. shooting my one last glare, he stalked off. i watched him walk away, letting reality sink in. i shook my head; attempting to get rid of the emotions i felt. making my leave toward the cafe once more, my mood became even more anxious. 

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the car was parked in the treeline; the light from eren’s house were faint in the distance. “remember what i said,” he looked over at me; eyes deep. his fingers were intertwined with me over the center console, and squeezing mine tightly. “yeah, yeah. act like a slut,” i teased him. it was all i had done about the situation. treating it seriously meant that it was, and my anxiety was high enough just thinking about it. 

his hand tightened impossibly further, “y/n, this is serious. we have to sell it,” he sighed. i nervously picked at the cutlets on my other hand with my thumb. “i know,” my voice trailed, muffled by the hum of the engine. “i’m not gonna mean anything i do or say in there,” he reminded. i nodded; it was something he had said a lot over the past days. 

“remember i love you, okay,” he lifted our hands, pressing a kiss onto my knuckles before letting go.  

my heart that already beat slowly stopped entirely. i wasn’t sure if it would ever pick up pace again. i sat in the car completely still; barely registering eren getting out of the car. my breath held still in my throat. love? it seemed entirely impossible that eren loved me; and completely possible that i might love him. time hung in the air; nothing felt real. 

but the impending nerves shook me back to reality. the task at hand. i noticed eren hadn’t opened the door for me; instead he began walking towards the mansion. with a quick look over his shoulder; i took it as my sign to catch up to him. 

i skipped over to him, heels uncomfortably digging into my feet. the skin healed quickly, but the quick stabs of pain helped me forget what eren said. love. i let a smile creep onto my face before shoving every tender emotion deep into the pit of my stomach. as i increased my speed to catch up with eren, my dress was moving further up my thighs. letting it stay; i figured the more exposed skin, the better. 

i wrapped both of my hands around eren’s arm as we approached the front doors of the house. my fingers snaked around his wrists, but he made no movement to grasp me back. his face turned into stone; hardening into the eren i had first met. i fought back a shiver at his demeanor. he told me it would be like this.. but actually witnessing it already started to shake my already weak composure. 

eren stuttered before opening the door. reaching to my hand; giving it a squeeze of reassurance before dropping it. my skin immediately yearned for his touch to return, and my stomach twisted, unsure of when i would feel it again. 

the creaking door was all that could be heard. the mansion was cold; decorated to the nines with no personal affects. the opposite of the quaint cabin eren had taken me to. this house was an extension of money; gleaming in riches. my already cold skin seemed to freeze over, faint goosebumps covering my skin. i hadn’t felt so cold since i turned. 

zeke suddenly appeared in front of us. his face was unfamiliar to me; despite this being our third meeting. i didn’t feel a thing looking at him; the memory of his bite still hazy within my mind. his features were somewhat soft with a gleam in his eyes. he scanned me over before doing the same to eren; face hardened into cool confidence quickly. “you’re late,” he seemed bored. 

“my condolences,” eren’s voice tore through the tension in the air. my body stuttered over it. if my ditsy composure was slipping this early into the night; i hoped we left quickly. zeke rolled his eyes, making his way down the open hallway. 

the rooms were almost entirely dark; lit only by candles. it felt chachki; like the atmosphere might add to the appeal of vampire life. in the silent walk, i cleared my mind. bringing myself closer to eren. swiping a hand over his torso, i circled his skin with my fingers. arousal was the furthest emotion i felt, but touching him felt relieving. even if it was all fake, in a way. 

zeke led us to a massive dining room. the table itself was so large, i forgot that vampires didn’t eat regular food. i kept the shiver that crept up my spine contained within my skin. a man sat at the head of the table; glasses similar to zeke’s. 

a half naked woman sat on his lap, neck different shades of red with crusted and fresh blood. i was suddenly comfortable in my attire; at least i’m somewhat covered. in an instant she was pushed off by who i assumed was grisha. her body hit the floor with a thud; echoing around the room. the sound filled my ears violently, making my head throb. i tried not to shrink within myself. 

his face turned into false satisfaction, “you look healthy, eren,” he commented with a devilish smile, walking over towards us. his eyes were trained on the boy i held closely; not even twitching in my direction. 

eren’s arm butted into my body, shoving my torso out slightly. “you can thank her,” his tone was viscous, attempting to counteract with grisha. it was then that his head turned to me. everything stopped for a moment. my heart rate, my breathing, everything around me. within the reflection of his glasses, i could see the gleam of hostility within his eyes. 

i looked back at him through my lashes, keeping my eyes doed. grisha’s head cocked, a hand reaching out toward my jawline. with my grip on eren loosened, he used his arm to push my away even further. dethatching my hold. i covered the betrayal i felt; feeling like he just threw me to the wolves. eren knows what’s best, but it didn’t ease the sting. 

grisha jerked my jaw upward, displaying my neck. fear shot through me; “so pretty,” he mumbled, slightly taunting. i couldn’t be sure if he was checking for a bite, or looking for my corroded. either way, it made my skin crawl. 

his hand moved downward, and i kept my gaze above his head, staring at the ceiling. the pressure in his touch moved from his palm to his fingertips as he lightly grazed my breast. i swallowed hard as a reaction, trying not to choke. his hand disappeared quickly; before his hand was at my throat again, shoving me back into eren. 

“that’s why i chose her,” eren seemed so bored, like nothing here mattered. everything was giving me whiplash; reality was hard to grasp. the pressure behind grisha’s  force healed itself instantly, but i took another moment to stabilize myself. eren was stiff as i grasped him again.

eren made a motion to hold me back; hand circling my back; hand moving to a halt right above my pussy. i felt my stomach twist, but just for a second as i noticed grisha eyeing his movements. he glanced away quickly; returning to ignoring my presence completely. eren’s touch felt strange, like i had never felt it before. “mm,” grisha mumbled, face full of consideration. 

“don’t be a stranger, come sit!” his tone returned to falsity. his features twitched, bringing his face upward. the happiness plastered on his face was eerie and light goosebumps covered my cold skin. “i really had been expecting weekly visits from you,” he signed in disapproval. 

eren pulled the chair out, dragging my body to straddle his lap, “it’s a lot to expect. i’m busy.” with my close view of the table, i noticed empty plates, daggers on the side of each. the shadows moved around them; candle flames flickering. 

“it seems,” he didn’t look in my direction, but i saw his gaze narrow at eren. we all knew what he was referring to. my hand slipped under eren’s pant hem; hold tightening in the only way i could express the unease. 

zeke joined in, “at least you look healthier,” he was mocking, “guess we can thank that one,” he fiddled with the dagger in his hand, lifting it to point at me diagonally across the table. zeke and grisha were each at the head; eren and i in the middle. to them i wasn’t a vampire or human. i was just scum on their shoe. the thought made me shiver. their eyes might not have been on me; but i still felt like they saw every twitch in my body. 

grisha ticked his tongue in disapproval. “c’mon dad, you know i couldn’t say no to a pretty face,” he gripped the sides of my cheeks roughly, squeezing my lips and shaking my head lightly. the action didn’t make me dizzy, but the feeling of it made me nauseous. i knew it was all an act; but i had to keep reminding myself. 

“if you’re going to turn all your blood bags, maybe start giving a heads up,” zeke spat; and i saw the burning glare eren shot his way. i bit my tongue, holding back a humorless laugh.

grisha motioned with his hand in the air, “speaking of which,” another half naked woman made her way from the shadows of the walls, walking towards eren. i dug my nails into his skin beneath the clothes; suddenly the most nervous i had been all night. his hand reached toward the dagger next to the plate easily; like the motion was a natural habit.

in the next second she was positioning herself on eren’s other leg, kicking my thigh to the side. jealousy burned through my half-dead veins, and my nails dug in even further. eren didn’t tell me this would happen; it was like i wasn’t even there. i was still on him, but his body was detached from me. watching as he slit her throat, everything else went blank. 

i was completely focused on the way his lips attached to her skin; i didn’t even register the scent in my seething anger. it was gushing out; he must’ve made a deep cut. to compensate, his mouth moved against her skin, tongue lightly swiping around the gash. my agony was over in a few moments when he pulled his head back, but the feelings lingered. 

my eyes stung with the threat of tears, and it took everything to hold them back. i still had a part to play, and eren was playing his. that’s all it is. that’s all it is. my thoughts were running across my mind; and i just had to make myself believe them for the reminder of this ‘dinner.’ 

eren pushed her body without regard, toward me. his other hand held down her head, exposing her neck. the scent hit my nostrils fiercely and i began to salivate. hunger began to take me over, and i was about to lash at her neck. “don’t feed the dogs,” grisha’s voice rang out with venom; pulling back my hunger.

the next second, the woman was sprawled on the floor. eren had pushed her body off him like it weighed nothing. despite my previous jealous rage; i felt almost bad for her. i wondered what life was like here; it couldn’t have been anything good.  “we were thinking about you moving back,” grisha’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts completely, blood running cold. no..

i could feel eren tense even further beneath me, “after school?” i slipped my hand further across his waist, trying to provide a semblance of comfort. grisha’s eyebrows furrowed, “now,” as it was obvious. 

once again, my heart stopped beating completely. what would happen to eren if he moved here permanently? i wasn’t concerned about me, or us; i knew eren couldn’t come back from what he told me. “we agreed that i could get a degree,” i could hear his voice slip composure; i hoped it was sloight enough that grisha didn’t notice. 

“well you wouldn’t need one in our ranks,” grisha’s own tone displayed his emotions. his eyes began to burn with anger at eren’s hesitant response. “then i would’ve just wasted years of my life,” he argued, grasping to make any reason plausible. 

grisha ticked his tongue, the sound echoed around us, filling my ears,  “you know that you have many years, it doesn’t matter.” too many years to have to spend here. “to you it doesn’t,” eren scoffed, voice returning back to cold, “what’s one more year away?” grisha looked pained in the face; angry, even. he wasn’t expecting eren to put up a fight; and i hope it would work out in his favor. 

zeke chimed in, seeming to have been analyzing the conversation, “grisha, if you make him move back, he’ll be a pout,” he pushed out his lip, mocking eren. my lip twitched, a rush of anger covering my fear. fear of this room, fear of the future. the fear that always seemed to follow every thought. i couldn’t seem to escape it these days.  

“i just don’t understand you,” he sighed, puzzled, “wasting your time on something so trivial when you already have vampirism running through your veins.” no one responded for a few moments. the room was silent; breaths of the women around us being the only audible echo. grisha continued in the absence of comment, “if you disobey me now, i’ll allow you no time after you finish this year. it’s straight back here.”

“that was my plan anyway,” the phrase came naturally to eren. was it really his plan? i shifted uncomfortably in his lap, trying to keep up my unshakable seductive composure. it was slipping, and eren knew it, “well, if that’s all sorted out, guess i’ll go.”

a laugh from zeke rang out through the room, “don’t want to spend anymore time with your only brother?” eren scoffed, answering immediately, “no.” he picked me up easily, dropping me onto the floor. i had to regain my balance before attaching myself to him again. his body was tense, obviously eager to get out of this expansive house. 

he stood still, seemingly waiting for actual permission, “let him run back zeke. he won’t be able to in a year,” eren’s body hid my shiver from view. he let out a soft sigh, walking back to the entryway. zeke and grisha stayed sitting in their places. 

grisha called after, voice echoing through the halls we were walking through, “and she’ll be gone by the time you come back.” it wasn’t a question. eren didn’t hesitate, “goes without saying.” he was cool in his response, and my composure slipped even more. 

within a second we were walking through the front door, his hand slipping on the back of my waist. the cool air hit my eyes, causing tears to finally form. i felt them drip down my face on the way to the car, but i remained silent, still trying to keep my composure. 

 eren did the same; releasing his touch to get into the car. i followed, and he drove off the property breaking one hundred. the car was silent for minutes. eren stared straight ahead, i positied my head to the window, trying to conceal the tears that wouldn't stop running down my face. they were cold as they came out, reminding me of the harsh reality grisha brought. 

the next second, eren veered off the road, abruptly stopping the car on the side. my body jolted forward, but he caught me easily. he must have felt like we were far enough, but i don’t think we could ever outrun this night. “i’m sorry,” his voice broke and he forced me to face him. 

his hands cupped my cheeks, so gently compared to the past hour. his thumbs swiped under my eyes, picking up the moisture. “i’m so sorry. i love you, so much,” my eyes widened again, somehow forgetting the sentiment he left me before we walked in. he said it again, maybe he really does love me. 

my heart picked up it’s slow pace, “i love you,” i didn’t have to think about the words; they just came out naturally. it seemed natural to love eren, but it wasn’t on the forefront of my mind. “are you going to have to go back?” my voice cracked pathetically, and i felt another tear slip out. the future before him, and me, seemed so irreparably dark and lonely. grisha would make sure eren followed through. 

his brows furrowed in despair, “no,” his head shook, “we’ll figure something out.” his voice was confident, but he must not be thinking straight. encapsulating grisha in person was even worse than i imagined; that was not a man anyone can go against. “figure it out? eren, you can’t run from this.”

“yes, we can,” my emotions lifted with his inclusion of me. part of me didn’t believe eren truly loved me. the doubt pestered the back of my mind, but he was proving it wrong. “zeke isn’t devoted to grisha. in a year, we can run.”

i shook my head within his hands, “what? where would we even go?” i couldn’t get my hopes up. i didn’t want them to be crushed when reality loomed upon us. but zeke.. could we really trust him?

“you said you wanted to visit germany with me,” a small smile appeared on his face; my own features following. “grisha wouldn’t be able to follow us,” i brought up my hand to cup his, leaning further into his touch. “okay,” a giggle bubbled in my throat, “germany.”

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bloodsucker chapter 13: awakening

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word count: 2.7k

content warnings: brief descriptions of blood

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my body instinctively sucked in a breath; a shock running through my body at the hum of pain. my vision was blurred, and i relied solely on my other senses. they only confused me more. everything sounded different; smelled different. my body didn’t feel like my own. like i hijacked this one. 

trying to take in more breaths, my throat was sore. compressed. like a hand was gripped around it, cutting off air flow. “y/n,” it was so muffled and distant, i wasn’t sure if i really heard it. am i dead? confusion was all i seemed to remember. all of my memories were scrambled together, but the voice seemed to connect something in my brain. 

my mind lagged behind the memories, trying to catch up with a life that didn’t feel like mine. eren. the voice was eren. my vision was clearing up, revealing the boy from my memories before me. i blocked out everything else, focusing on his features that were furrowed. they seemed to ease up with my consciousness, “hey,” he whispered, exhaling in relief. 

his voice was so familiar, i filed through more memories. everything seemed to flash before my eyes, allowing more sense to be made about my reality. i glanced around; we were in his apartment. when did we leave the cabin? confusion made my head spin again, “what happened,” my head throbbed trying to figure it out, increasing the pressure on my throat. 

eren stayed silent, grasping my cheeks in his hands, lifting my eyelids lightly and peering into my eyes. “you have to wake up,” his grip loosened, but i could still feel the outline of his hands. wake up? trying to move my body, everything was more sensitive. i hissed at the pain below my skin. it felt like my veins were on fire, constantly burning the inside of my body. 

the pain was localized at my throat; searing more intensely there. lifting my hand, i gripped around my throat, trying to figure out what was on it. the side of my neck was cold; ice cold. i brought my hand down to level with my eyes; my palm was red. was that my blood?

my state of confusion felt like it would never end; i looked over to eren, meeting his gaze for reassurance. his face was soft, hints of sadness beneath his eyes. the light had left them, leaving an endless void behind the green. “eren,” i had to suck in a breath, the pressure complicated speaking. “what happened?” i asked again; desperate for any semblance of information. all my mind could seem to remember at the moment was eren. just us. 

his eyes became even darker, and he neglected to answer for a few moments. he lifted my body off his lap; i finally realized i had been tucked into him the entire time. i felt the strength of his hands, but his touch was more intense than ever. like i could feel each molecule of his skin pressing against mine. he easily lifted my body, positing me on the couch cushion. he kneeled below me, his body between my legs. his hands gripped my own, “zeke bit you,” his tone was so cautious; like he thought i might shatter if he breathed the wrong way. 

bit? my mind reeled again, trying to remember my life. every memory felt old, like i lived it years ago. that’s right, eren’s black eyes flashed before me, vampires are real. a shock ran through my body; i had come to the realization for the first time again. “zeke bit me,” i repeated to myself, but those memories were still cloudy. i clutched his hands in frustration, why can’t i remember zeke? 

eren seemed to know what i was thinking, “you won’t remember everything right now,” he sucked in a breath, the first i had seen him take, “it’ll come back, i promise.” he was so comforting and soft; i felt like all i needed was him in this moment. who cares about the rest of my life?

“so,” my voice was quiet, and unfamiliar to me. “i’m a vampire,” i said uneasily. my words came out slowly, trying to understand them as i spoke. it was unexpected, and i didn’t know how to feel. i barely felt any emotions; too wrapped up in my physical discomfort. in the little time i had thought about turning, i didn’t imagine it to feel like this. painful. i had associated the process of vampirism above feeling. i was wrong. 

“yes,” eren was stern, and his voice faltered, trying to keep the softness to it. “how do you feel?” now he was apprehensive, like he wasn’t sure exactly what to say. his fingers fumbled in mine. 

i giggled at his composure, regretting it when the pain shot through my neck, “kinda shitty.” with another deep breath, i tried to assess myself. a new feeling sprung in my stomach, “and hungry,” i mumbled. it was an odd feeling; i was craving to fill it, but my once favorite foods sounded revolting in my mind. i needed blood; the thought came naturally, like my body already knew what it was craving. 

eren moved to sit next to me on the couch, leaning my torso to lay on his lap. i followed his movements, tucking myself as close as i could, “i’ll text jean.” i felt my nerves spark in my body, memories of jean flashing before my eyes. what would he think? reality slowly began to seep into my mind. “is that even safe?” 

eren had gone missing for a year; what if that was how long i needed to adjust to my new body? i would have to uproot my ent- “it is,” eren snapped me out of my thoughts, definitive in his answer, “bloodlust doesn’t work like the movies,” i peered at his face. suddenly, his features were genuinely soft, almost amused. “it’s not strong enough for you to randomly jump on people and suck their veins,” i laughed lightly through my nose, trying to avoid further irritation on my neck. where the bite must be. 

he continued, “it’s a subtle hunger that will always be there, but it won’t control you if you feed often,” his words already resonated with me. i was hungry; but it was deep within my body. it resided as a solid pit in my body; i wasn’t sure it would ever feel satisfied. 

“blood will help with the pain,” he moved from between my legs, coming up to sit next to me. he was careful about touching my body. he quickly took out his phone, before guiding my body into his arms. 

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eren’s room was different to me now. i was hunched over the bed; my face stuffed in the sheets. vanilla tinged at my nose; and something else i couldn’t quite place. maybe cedarwood. his room had never smelled like anything, just the faint scent of me. but now it seemed less cold to me, more lived in. 

the door to his room was closed, but i could hear the front door open. eren thought it would be best to tell jean without me present. i didn’t really have any energy to argue. it was muffled, but i wouldn’t have been able to hear anything before. i really underestimated everything about vampires. i was starting to understand the appeal. maybe. 

jean’s voice felt distant, but it was still clear in my mind, “what happened to her?” he seemed frantic; pants of heavy breathing could be heard. “zeke bit her,” his breaths picked up even harder. i couldn’t see his face, but i knew jean well enough to know how his features would be scrunched. his expression would show fear and uncertainty. 

“is she?” his voice trailed as the last word got choked up in his throat. he didn’t continue, but eren seemed to understand where he was going, “no,” he heaved a sigh, “but she turned.” silence filled my ears. white noise started to take over: the sound of the faucet dripping, the ac blowing warm air into the apartment. time stood still for what felt like years. 

a slam filled my ears, followed by a grunt. like one of them had pushed the other into a wall. i started to tune it out unwillingly. the throbbing throughout my body seemed to get worse. the pain was almost nauseating. but jean’s voice was loud, and it rang in my ears, “you fucking let this happ-”

his shout was quickly cut off by eren, who sounded too calm, “she can hear you,”

“where?” his response was curt. their voices stopped, followed by soft shuffling. 

in the quiet, i zoned out again. the door opened, light falling onto my face. “y/n,” jean’s voice trailed again; devastation in his eyes. he looked over my appearance, slightly shaking his head before coming over to me. he ran the back of his hand over my forehead; like he was checking for a fever. “didn’t i tell you to be cautious,” he joked but his face lacked any humor. 

his arms were wrapping around my torso; i felt him twitch in uncertainty. “sorry,” i wasn’t sure what i was apologizing for. but seeing jean so distraught made me feel like i should feel that way too. why wasn’t i as disappointed as he was? his back shook with a dry laugh, my arms were holding him back in a weak embrace. 

“be careful,” eren snapped at jean. i could see now that his hair was falling down on his face more than before. now i know who got shoved. “she needs blood to heal the damage from the venom,” jean took it as his que to let go of me; careful not to move my body. 

so this is all because of the venom. the nausea returned at the thought; and exhaustion wiped over me. it felt like a chore to continue my breathing. i didn’t realize the boys had left the room, and i could barely register a cup of blood being waved in my face moments later. 

eren's hand slipped around my neck, avoiding the gash that the bite left. his fingers cupped the sides of my neck, pulling my head up straight. the rim of the cup was brushed against my lips next; the scent of blood awakened my senses. in that moment, it felt like i had never smelt anything so appetizing. my vision went blurry, as i felt the hunger begin to satisfy. i wondered if my eyes were black like eren’s. 

the substance was smooth going down my throat. it was still warm, and it seemed to light up my insides with life. my hand was quick to grab the cup from eren, tilting it up to drink every last drop. the room around me felt completely black. i was in a world of my own.

i could feel the blood working its way down my stomach, slowly dripping down. it satiated the hunger, but i found myself wanting more when the cup was empty. a frown tugged on my face as my vision started to clear. eren’s thumb came up to my lip, wiping the extra blood off before licking it off his own finger. i almost forgot he was in this room. 

“you feel better?” i nodded my head, “yeah,” since i had woken up, i hadn’t felt alive. my insides felt similar to how my skin seemed to stitch itself together with eren’s tongue. like the blood was repairing my body from the inside out. the side of my neck started to tingle; a sign that was already starting to heal. i knew the process to be quick; but it seemed to be even faster now. “much better.”

grabbing eren’s jawline, i truly scanned his features for the first time. his eyes seemed to sparkle more than they ever had before. i couldn't help the laugh that bubbled in my chest when the scent of vanilla filled my nose, “you smell good,” i blabbed out, tucking my head into his shoulder and tugging him closer with my arms. his body didn’t feel so cold; my own cold body must have counteracted with it. his body heaved with a laugh, “really?” he teased; already seeming aware. 

“y/n?” i was sucked out of my daydream; detaching myself from eren, i saw jean in the frame of the door. “i’m gonna go,” his face showed shock, but i couldn’t decipher any other emotion. i realized i hadn’t told anyone about eren and i, if i could even call it that yet, not even sasha. i had a lot of explaining to do, but it was low on my list of priorities. 

walking away from eren, i heard him grunt in disapproval. “thanks, blood-bag,” i teased, now able to give jean a hefty hug. my body still ached, but most of the pain had subsided. everything felt like having a bad cold, now. he laughed, this time sounding genuinely amused, “anytime,” 

he pulled away, scanning over my face with a slight frown, “come see everyone soon, okay?” he tugged on my heartstrings. i knew he was right; i couldn’t stay alone with eren forever. “okay.”

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“i really am so sorry,” eren mumbled for what felt like the thousandth time. he seemed to spiral after i got blood in my system, and started adjusting to all the changes. his head was in my lap as i stroked my hands through his hair. both of us were on the couch, looking out at the night sky. 

it felt weird. not needing sleep. i wasn’t anywhere near tired. eren told me i would when the blood wore off; but sleep wouldn’t ease the exhaustion. i was naive in my thinking, but being a vampire really wasn’t so bad. “am i going to die?” looking down at his face, his features furrowed in both confusion and worry. his head tiled, in a half shake, “no.”

“then stop apologizing,” i wasn’t sure if i could stand watching him continue to blame himself for everything that’s happened in my life. “but-” he lifted himself off my lap, keeping the same eye level to meet my gaze. i cut him off, “you seriously have to reason to apologize.” he frowned at my reaction, but made no move to continue the conversation. 

moments of silence passed. i had to break it, “eren?” his attention was drawn back to me. “what was the cabin?” being around him constantly, without knowing what was going on between us made the pit in my stomach even larger. even emptier. 

his eyes widened slightly; surprised i had asked. “it’s like i said. i just like being around you,” he sucked in a breath. trying to gather himself before continuing. “and i want to be around you.. always.” i felt butterflies form in my stomach, quickly replacing the dull ache of constant hunger. the feeling was different from what i normally felt. my face didn’t heat; my heartbeat didn’t increase. my flustered state felt completely controllable. 

“i want that, too,” i mumbled it. vampirism could hide physical signs i was nervous; but it couldn’t help my voice from wavering. “i want more, actually.” a cocky grin appeared on eren’s face, and his entire demeanor changed, “you saying you want to be my girlfriend?” i clasped my hands over my eyes, shielding my face. “don’t phrase it like that, asshole.”

eren pulled my hands from my face, bringing his lips closer to mine. the kiss was soft; our lips barely touching. even still, the fireworks had never been brighter. it finally felt like eren and i were on the same plane of existence; two sides of the same coin.

it didn’t last nearly as long as i wanted it to, and my body followed eren’s as he pulled away. “actually, there’s something we need to work out before..” his voice trailed, still unsure of what to call us. “what?” another pit began to form in my stomach; this one was comprised of anxiety. 

he breathed deeply. looking out towards the night sky; his features disassociated any emotion; hardening, “my dad’s expecting a visit. with you.”

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bloodsucker chapter 12: venom

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word count: 3k

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eren’s pov:

my hands slid down y/n’s body. she turned herself, front side resting on my own as she went slack. “no way i can last another round,” her pant was hard to hear from the water coming down on both of us. running my hands through her hair, i rinsed out any remaining shampoo. “i can,” i laughed, bringing my chin to rest on her shoulder. 

my abilities allowed me to regenerate energy quickly, and with all of the blood i was drinking from y/n, i was in tiptop shape. i could keep my hands on her forever. this trip had felt like a fever dream. weeks ago, i wouldn’t have said it was even possible, but we were here. i didn’t plan to have so much sex with her in this cabin, but i wasn’t one to complain. 

finally telling her the truth about her mom lifted a weight i didn’t know had been so rough on my shoulders. many heavy burdens still clouded my vision, but at least i could finally feel again. and i was feeling with her. 

“we should probably head back today,” she sighed, bringing me out of my daydream. she grabbed a towel from the rack, wrapping it around her body. she was right, but i couldn't help the frown that made its way onto my face. “yeah, you’re right,” i followed in her footsteps, grabbing a towel of my own. this would be our fifth day here; as much as i wanted to stay, we had lives back in sina. 

she was quick to make her way into the bedroom; i trailed her there too. from behind her, i grabbed her hips, nipping at the skin on her neck, leaving yet another hickey. the majority of her skin was purple now; i would have felt bad if she didn’t moan so loud when i gave them to her. “eren!” she pushed on my chest, giggling, “we really should get our shit together,” she was firm, but not harsh.  

making her way around the bedroom, she picked up all the clothes from the floor, most of which were mine. “do you need more clean clothes?” the laundry machine had broken; because there always had to be one thing, so she was stuck wearing all of my clothes for the entirety of the trip. i hadn’t heard her complain; i think she likes it. i made a mental note to let her sneak home with a few of my pieces. 

“yeah, that’d be good,” she folded the dirty ones, shoving them into my suitcase. i made my way over to the closet, picking out the only comfortable set left. she slid on my boxers, and i slapped her ass on the way out of the room, covering my smile. she looked so good wearing my clothes. 

things between us had changed so drastically on this trip, i worried they might slip back when we returned. i tried not to think about it; grabbing out the last pack of bacon from the fridge. 

y/n made her way into the kitchen not long after, “aw making me food again, so domestic,” i had to pause my motion of throwing the bacon on the skillet to shoot her a glare; shaking my head at the same time. “ha ha,” i sarcastically laughed. i would miss this too; her dependance on me to make her meals. it was just the two of us in our bubble; it almost felt like we were married. 

“on the way back, can i use your laptop?” another harsh reminder of the reality we had ahead of us, “i know my classes are gonna drown me,” her hands reached up to her forehead, applying pressure in preparation for the headache that would appear later. “yeah, ‘course,”

she slipped her way over to my spot by the stove, tucking herself underneath my arm and wrapping her hands around my waist as she watched the meat caramelize. i hated the smell of human food, but for her, i’d make bacon for every meal she ever ate. 

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the car ride back to my apartment was long. y/n spent many hours on my laptop; slamming schoolwork until the battery finally died. even with her intent focus, our bodies were constantly connected. my hand on her thigh; her hand meeting mine on the gear shift. we didn’t disconnect. 

i wasn’t sure what any of this made us. wasn’t sure if she wanted anything more than sex. i knew eventually, i’d have to suck it up and ask. “i already regret leaving,” she pulled me from my thoughts, walking behind me; pinky intertwined with my own. 

“we can go back anytime, you know,” the offer sounded lame to both of us. looking back at her, she stared at the ground with a small frown on her face. i guess both of us are unsure how things are gonna play out in reality. the air in the hallway was stiff as we approached the door. after fiddling with the lock, i walked in ahead; making sure my apartment had stayed empty on our vacation. 

“what the fuck, eren!” she quietly screamed at me, pushing past me and into the living room. where the bear from the fair sat on the couch. fuck, forgot to move that… i kept my face nonchalant, not trying to tip her off. “and how do you have this?”

i got it back after the break-in; i couldn’t have been sure she even knew it was missing. it was easy to find; bertholdt kept it in a box with other random items of hers. the bear was the only thing that felt right to take; the only thing that was also connected to me. the memory of that coward beaten into the floor flashed before my eyes; but y/n couldn’t know that. “told you bertholdt was following you around,” i couldn’t help the bitter bite to my tone. 

she frowned, patting the bear on the head. “what did you do to him..” her tone was accusatory, but she didn’t seem very angry. just curious. i turned my head, laying out the bags i was still carrying by the door. a muffled grunt caused me to turn my head. 

zeke stood in my apartment, holding y/n close to his side, hand over her mouth. her features twisted in agony as her body went stiff over his hands. “we really should talk,” a small amount of blood covered his lips. 

i didn’t think about my movements. in an instant, i was pushing zeke’s body away from hers, grabbing y/n in my arms. i gripped her cheeks, scanning her face that was still contorted in pain. my eyes caught the red of blood on her neck then. moving my left hand, i made out the bite. the bite. “fuck, no no,” i blabbered but my words were drowned out by squeals of anguish from y/n.

i covered my hand over the side of the bite; all sounds and feelings suddenly felt numb to my body. the world went dark as i realized there was nothing i could do. nothing that could stop the venom from turning her. the whites of her eyes started to turn black at the edges before they rolled back into her head. time hung in the air for a moment; i felt completely useless. i was completely useless. 

“y/n!” i tried to yell, but it came out as a whisper. i clutched her tighter to my body; her hands gripped around my torso tightly before going slack. her whole body fell weak against my lap as her eyes closed. it meant that it was working. y/n was going to turn. it was all my fault, how could i let this happen?

the cabin should’ve never happened, fuck, the whole semester shouldn’t have happened. i knew the inevitable was in front of me, but it felt like a dream. like i was just trapped in a nightmare. i’m dreaming. i’m dream- “eren!” my head snapped back to zeke; almost forgetting he was in my apartment. “pull yourself together,” he was almost irritated. 

“zeke, what the fuck did you do?” i meant to yell, but my voice sounded pathetic. it cracked, and i realized my face was hot with tears. nothing felt real. “a favor,” he put it simply, keeping his distance from me. i wanted to stand up, and knock his composure with a fist to the face, but i wouldn’t let go of her. 

with the numbness subsiding, i was finally able to voice my animosity, “a FAVOR?! are you on something?” i turned my attention back to y/n’s limp body. removing my hand from the bite, i moved it further to her jawline. her pulse was shallow, but it was there. she was still alive.  “this can’t be happening,” i watched as a tear dropped on her cheek; i barely registered it was mine. 

zeke sighed next to me, “don’t act so disappointed,” his voice was icy cold. “disappointed? disappointed doesn’t cover it! what the fuck were you thinking?” zeke had already ruined so much in my life; i couldn’t be surprised he’d cause more pain. my brain lagged behind the conversation, still trying to grasp what was happening in front of me. 

“i was thinking that you’re in love with her,” the phrase sent a shock through my system. i had never thought about what i felt for y/n. the connection had always been there, i assumed my growing infatuation of her was due to it. was i? no. no, it’s not love, the attempt to reason with myself wasn’t strong. “zeke, you’re so far off,” i muttered, not sure if he was. 

“i’m not,” he was so definite, but my lack of trust in zeke made it impossible to really process his words. “you don’t know anything, i’m not in love with her,” the words sounded weak leaving my mouth. i wasn’t sure what to make of the two of us, but love couldn’t be the case.

his tongue ticked on the roof of his mouth, “and now you’re lying. you should be happy dad doesn’t know about the cabin,” he once again caught me off guard. i knew he was always monitoring me closely, but i’d hoped y/n had been masked with our other friends. it’s the reason i had to take her so far away just to be alone with her; it’s my fault for underestimating how far zeke would go. “i did this for you, eren,” he snapped me out of my puzzling thoughts. 

“how is this for me?!” my voice picked up again; having the weight of anger behind it. “are you going to sit here and tell me you didn’t think about it?” zeke’s voice slipped, sounding almost exhausted. it was the first time in years he sounded sincere. it brought out something in me; clicking something in my brain i couldn’t register, “of course i did, but i never would have done it.” my head shook, looking back at y/n. her skin startled to pale, all red draining from her face. “i never wanted this for her,” i whispered, more to myself. 

“exactly. i worked out that kink for you,” his tone was back to being eerily cool. the time passed slowly, and i began coming to terms with her impending change. this was real; it really would happen. “everything’s gonna change for her, you just made her life so much more complicated,” i blabbered yet again to myself. 

“like it did for you,” it was unexpected to hear from zeke. he was so devoted to our fathers ways, i had never heard him speak of vampirism in a negative tone. there were never any downsides to it; in his eyes. “you deserve some happiness; watching her age as you followed years behind her would’ve killed you even more.” zeke sounded different; his energy had been titled. i couldn’t be sure what to make of him. it doesn’t really matter, he had brought me so much suffering, nothing would change that fact. 

“it doesn’t matter, i didn’t want this for her.” zeke had approached me, assuming it was safe since my hands were preoccupied, “she could want it, though.” i hadn’t thought about it. but it would be a ‘want’ she knew nothing about. i wouldn’t have turned her even if she begged me. she was the last person who deserved a fate like this. “well, it’s not like you fucking asked her opinion!”

he sat on the arm of the couch, looking down on me from a lower distance, “she’ll wake up soon enough. you can ask her then. not everyone hates being a vampire as much as you do, eren.” i already knew that, but it was a hard pill to swallow regardless. the idea was so fucked i pushed it out quickly. “you really have no reason to be so mad at me,” zeke continued in my silence, “after everything i’ve done for you.”

it was hard not to glare in disbelief. done for me? marco’s bloody and mangled body shot before my eyes. that wasn’t for me, my hands shook in anger, bouncing y/n’s lifeless body slightly. “done for me? becoming dad’s ‘apprentice’ was for me?”

“actually it was. god you are so naive,” a scoff echoed through my apartment, i looked up to see his eyes roll into his head, “my allegiance to grisha is the only reason he even lets you live a normal life.”

“it’s hardly normal,” a scoff came from my own body. zeke was even more delusional than i thought if he really did feel that way. “it would be even less,” his cold tone broke again; revealing the sympathetic undertone. “you’re right eren, i shouldn’t have bit her. i wouldn’t have done it if i felt like there was a better outcome.”

my presence put her in danger, but i was cautious. i could’ve prevented her from being sucked into this life entirely, but zeke ruined that, “now you’re really talking nonsense.” if my mind wasn’t running rampant with anxiety over y/n, i might’ve been susceptible to what zeke was talking about. 

“i’m really not. grisha’s lost a few more screws with you gone. i think you might’ve been the only thing keeping him tied to reality. if he ever found out about your feelings for that ‘blood bag’” he mimicked with air quotes, “she’d be as dead as marco.” he almost started making sense. grisha was more unhinged than usual on my last visit.. what happens when i’m not there? 

zeke’s meaning was quickly lost on me, “don’t use his fucking name like that.” another reminder of marco brought me back to the reality of things. zeke was a vampire, willing to kill for grisha. it didn’t matter that his composure was different; somewhat comforting. he would always be a murderer in my eyes. “you’ve never apologized for that, you know,” once again, my mind ran through the memory of his body. 

“i’m sorry eren, truly,” his words were sincere, but his tone lacked any real remorse, “but i don’t care much for your friends. only you, and everything i have done has been for your own sake.” my mind blocked out the rest of the ‘apology.’ “i don’t believe you.”

his shoulders moved up and down in a shrug, “you don’t have to. but i know why i’ve made the decisions i have.” he moved from his position on the couch; i clutched y/n tighter to my body on instinct. “you’re expected at home in the coming days,” his body was closer to the door in an instant. i had to pivot our position; preventing my back from being turned to him. 

“you’re fucking kidding,” i scoffed. he ignored my whining, “you’ll have to bring the new vampire,” his lips twitched, like he was fighting back a smile. my features furrowed in a deep scowl. he needed to leave; and i needed to take care of her as much as i could. “tell grisha you changed her yourself, say you gifted her for her generous supplies of blood.”

i ignored his humorous excuse, “no. i’m not bringing her there.” the only thing worse than her becoming a vampire is being in a closed space full of them; human or not it wasn’t a risk i was willing to take. 

“neither of you really have the option. if grisha were to find out from someone other than you, he’d kill her. regardless of her vampirism.” he made an unfortunate point. grisha would always find out; even if zeke neglected to share the information with him. “so she’s dead either way.”

“not if you just do as i say!” his composure slipped again, this time showing the anger burning in his eyes. “fuck eren, stop being so stubborn,” he growled at me, “she was dead as soon as you got yourself tangled with her, don’t blame this on me.” once again, i knew he was right. even with the knowledge, i couldn't stop my face from twitching.

i could blame zeke all i wanted for biting her, but it wouldn’t have happened if i stayed away. “just.. go,” i ran my fingers over her skin. there was hardly any warmth to be felt. “i’ll be there,” my decision wasn’t made, but i needed zeke to leave. now. the slam of the door echoed through the room; the only sign he left. 

finally, my brain could think in the silence. y/n was turning right under my hands. her eyelids started to flutter, showing the light pink under her eyes that would eventually fester into a dark purple. the cabin felt like eons ago; now we really would never be able to go back to that. it’s all my fault. all i could do now was accept the decisions i made that got both of us here, and hold her closer. at least she wouldn’t be alone. not like i was. 

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bloodsucker chapter 11: vein tap

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word count: 7k

content warnings: sexual content, descriptions of blood

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the forest around us continued to become denser. i couldn’t be sure which state we were in; but i figured we had crossed a boundary at some point.  “where are we going?” i asked for the thousandth time. i knew he wouldn’t answer; but it would annoy him. 

he groaned loudly, throwing his head back on the seat, “if you keep asking i’m going to put a blindfold on you.” he flicked his neck to me before turning his attention back on the road. for a few miles the roads had emptied; we were on a street with beat up tar and potholes now. 

i poked his arm repeatedly, “ooh that sounds fun.” i was amped up on nerves; eren was taking me to some random place. i couldn’t stop my feet from kicking with excitement. “should i tell sasha i won’t be home tonight?” my mood was almost killed at the revelation. i didn’t want to freak her out, especially with my behavior the past few weeks. 

eren furrowed his brows, shaking his head, “she already knows,” his voice came out nonchalant. it was my turn to furrow my brows, “you told her? what are you planning, asshole?” my whole body thrummed with anticipation, down to my toes and fingertips. 

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closing the car door, i was in awe at the sight before me. a little cabin in the woods, a creek running past the side of it. “how’d you find this place,” i turned to eren, who wore a goofy smile at my reaction. the weather was misty; the atmosphere adding even more to the beauty. “my dad got it for my mom.. but they haven't used it in years,” the connotation was depressing, but his tone was anything but.  

eren grabbed the bags from the trunk; something he seemed to be doing often. “there’s nothing around for miles,” he must have noticed i was scanning the treeline, “the pantry should be pretty stocked, though,” he added nonchalantly. had he been planning this? it seemed too organized to be a whim. 

it took him a minute to get the lock to work correctly, but i followed him into the cabin soon after. the rooms weren’t big, but they were cozy. even without being lived in, the air was fresh, smelling of cedarwood and pine. “there’s only one bedroom, so you’ll just have to sleep with me,” he turned his head over his shoulder, smirking. his tone was humorous; but part of me hoped he was serious. 

i shivered; at his words and at the cold air in the cabin. it seemed to be warmer outside, somehow. “are you cold,” eren noticed, already walking towards the fireplace in the living and dining room. “yeah, kind of,” i laughed dryly, covering my torso with my arms. he made quick movements to grab a lighter. 

with eren fixing the fireplace, i tucked myself into the couch, trying to create more warmth around myself. “how long are we staying here,” he might’ve cleared it with sasha, but i still had more questions about why we were here. i wouldn’t ask most of them; i want to be here with him.

“already ready to leave?” he chuckled, pausing his task. laughing through my nose, “the opposite actually,” i moved my legs uncomfortably, awaiting his response. his attention turned back to the wood, “however long you want to. i packed extra for you,” he brushed it off. i couldn’t understand why he kept doing that. like he didn’t plan a trip alone to a cabin. with me.

the time we spent at jean’s lakehouse was different. we were under the connotation of a friend-tip. this felt like anything but. “such a gentleman,” i joked as the fire before me finally lit up. it illuminated the cabin; adding to the mood. i had already started to feel warm from the butterflies eren was creating. 

walking over to his bag, he searched through it before pulling a jacket out. he threw it over my head before i could process anything, “put it on,” i was quick to remove it from my face, “there’s something else i want to show you,” he turned his head, trying to hide the smile that peeked through his face. 

he led me to the garage, the opening door revealed an ever thicker scent of pine. i couldn’t guess the last time the door was even opened, the hinges squeaked, covered in rust. the movement caused dust to fly into the air, i coughed into my arm; closing my eyes to keep them saturated. eren let out a cough of his own; but gained his composure quickly. 

moving to the covered object in the middle, he removed the sheet from it, sweeping up even more dust, “holy shit,” i muttered through coughs. “sorry,” he chuckled, before letting out another cough. after the dust settled, i looked at the revealed object. a harley. 

“holy shit!” i brought myself next to him, “i’ve always wanted to ride one,” my smile was impossibly big. sometimes it felt like eren knew things about me no one else did. 

picking up a helmet on one of the garage racks, he placed it over my head, “well today’s your lucky day,” i gripped the edges, helping him put it on. my vision decreased, even with the opening over my eyes. still, i could see eren remove the tie from his hair; all of it coming down. trying to hide the red on my cheeks, i looked away. “how do you even have this?”

he shrugged, “another gift,” i could make out the satisfied smirk before he covered it with a similar helmet. everything about eren’s lifestyle screamed ‘extremely rich,’ yet he never made a big deal out of it. like everyone had cabins and harleys laying around. 

moving the bike towards the outdoors, i barely made out eren’s mutter. something about hoping it doesn’t need a fix. “so where are we going?” the excitement clumped in my stomach kept me from feeling tired from the past few days. 

his eyes glared at me through the opening, “will you stop asking that?” my giggle was muffled through my helmet. eren got on the bike, looking at me expectantly. his eyes slit again, “do you need direction,” he joked, but i really did. i tipped my head down in a solemn nod. 

his laugh was muffled too, “kick up on that,” he pointed at a small solid piece of metal, extending his arm for me to grab. taking it, i swung my right leg over the other side of the bike, and settled my arms around his waist. ultimately my hands clasped on his lower stomach. his breathing hitched before he focused on the bike again. 

“do i have to tell you not to let go,” i brought my head closer to his, “no!” i had to yell over the engine he finally got to spark up. his back went rigid as my grip tightened, bringing the front of my body closer to his back.

the wind was hard to feel through the layers of clothes i wore, but it was pricking at my exposed neck. my untied hair was whipping through the back of the helmet, causing me to tuck my head into the center of his back. the road below us was rigid with old tar and leaves that had made their way over it in the absence of use. 

the covering over my eyes was tinted black, but i could still make out the trees quickly passing by. my arms didn’t stay connected to eren for long, as the bike stopped. being able to see the view in front of me; there was a lake below the cliff the bike had approached. 

with the hum of the engine dying out, i took it as a signal to hop off the bike, eren once again held my hand steady. “you like?” his voice was muffled, but he made quick work at taking off my helmet before his own, “mhm,” i was busy scanning the world around me. 

eren’s hair was messy with the absence of the helmet, and i subconsciously fixed my own. “now that you can’t run anywhere, you know i’m going to ask about vampires, right.” his eyes rolled far back into his head, a groan escaping from his throat. he secured the bike, letting it rest on the flat ground. he walked over to the edge of the cliff; letting his feet hang as he sat down. 

i followed him easily. “you can’t know that,” he barely looked in my direction; reaching out to move a piece of hair from my face before turning back to the lake. “can’t or shouldn't?” he shot me a glare without moving his head. i changed my gaze to the lake too. there really wasn’t anything around us; like no one knew this was even here. the drop was short, maybe twenty or so feet. sunlight glistened on the water for fractions of a second; constantly fighting with the heavy clouds in the sky. 

it remind me that eren didn’t burn or sparkle in the sunlight. “so sunlight… i haven’t seen you wither away yet,” i made my tone easy, hoping to lull him into answers. “that’s not even funny,” he titled his back further, moving his arms to support him.  

“it’s just draining. spending more than a few hours in it feels like running a marathon.” for the first time since we had left for rose, eren looked tired. like the mere thought exhausted him. he had kept his eyebags throughout the trip, but they suddenly looked heavier than usual. 

“how discomforting,” i teased him, which earned me a light shove to the shoulder. “and why haven’t you ever bit into me?” he kept his gaze on the scape in front of us, but his eyes slitted. “fangs have venom, i have no control over it. if i ever nicked your skin, you’d turn.”

i reached out to his face, pulling his lip up. “it’s that easy?” i asked, looking at his teeth. they were normal; so fangs only came out with bloodlust. i retracted my hand when i realized how still eren was. “yeah,” he responded after having control over his mouth again. 

i wondered if it hurt to turn. the topic of vampirism was still new to me; i didn’t understand it. but for just a moment, i thought about being one. with eren. my brain had finally registered that i might continue to age, and eren wouldn’t. don’t be silly, i shivered, he doesn't even see you like that. “are you dead?” i couldn’t stop myself from yearning for more scraps of information. 

he laughed loudly, but there wasn't any humor in it. “no,” he answered quickly before going silent again. neither of us looked at each other. “my body circulates the blood i drink,” he responded after what felt like minutes in silence. 

everything about eren’s habits finally made sense, “so that’s why you look dead when you haven’t fed.” there’s nothing to really pump after a while. “who do you feed from?” i voiced the thought, remembering the image of him sucking on another girl's neck. i could see his eyes peek over at me, but he didn’t respond. 

now i was really concerned, “who!” my heart beat a little faster. he shook his head, looking down at his legs that hung over the edge. a chuckle left his lips; but it twisted with a groan of disgust. “jean,” he muttered it so softly, i wouldn’t have caught it if i wasn’t so familiar with the sound of his name. 

“huh?!” my brows were furrowed at the revelation. i turned my body to look at him in surprise. jean?! i knew they were lying about their history, but i couldn’t see today’s jean feeding today’s eren.  “so what, he lets you drink from him?” if that’s where eren was getting blood from; then jean had to be certain about what eren was. he made it seem like he had no idea. i guess, he couldn’t really tell me anyway. i hadn’t told him either. 

“no!” eren looked to me, almost with a fearful expression. “god no, he pours it in a glass.” he shook his head again, like he was disturbed he told me in the first place. his lip twitched, like he had the thought of feeding directly from jean. “if i started doing that, would you take mine?”

“no, i won’t drink yours,” again his answer came quick. it came so naturally; like he had already spent a lot of time thinking about it. i couldn’t help the ebb of pain i felt rise in me at yet another refusal to drink my blood. why does it bother me so much?

“okay so i definitely don’t taste good.” a scoff was his only response. i opened my mouth, still more questions on the tip of my tongue, “no more questions,” he caught me. “about vampires,” he rephrased, not closing the door entirely. 

“so i can ask about zeke?” i still couldn’t be sure if he was even a vampire. eren sighed, “there’s nothing to tell. just dysfunctional family shit. but i’m serious, you still need to be cautious when you’re not with me.” eren’s tone was cold again; i hadn’t heard it like that in a while. it didn’t seem to be directed towards me, but i still wondered if things would go back to tense when we returned. no, i had to snap myself out of it. everything was different now. 

“okay,” i accepted, reluctantly. 

eren’s face tensed as he looked toward the sky, “shit,” he muttered. i kept my eyes on him, trying to read his features, “what?” he pointed to the sky, “storm’s coming.” i followed his gaze, finally realizing that all traces of the sun had disappeared; leaving angry clouds in it’s wake. below us, the lake seemed to roar at the presence of them. 

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the storm came in quickly; soaking both of us on the short motorcycle ride back to the cabin. my hair was still somewhat damp; spots of water covered eren’s fresh clothes i had changed into. the fireplace kept me warm, i sat next to it, lightly roasting a marshmallow on a stick. 

as i turned it, i watched the tv above me. sounds from stalkers and runners echoed around the small living room; “i love the last of us,” eren had just turned it on. he sat on the couch with just a pair of sweats. a slightly wet towel was hung around his shoulders, his hair somehow wetter than mine. “i played the original when it first came out,” he barely looked over to me, keeping his focus on the game. 

my eyes widened more than i intended them to, “really?” my tone caused him to spare me a glance. 

“yeah, why are you so surprised?” his forehead stressed, showing a wrinkle of confusion. 

i had to stifle the laugh in my throat, “it’s so fucked up, but i kinda imagined you grew up in a dungeon.” he really looked at me now, glaring at me with a dirty look, “that is fucked up.” the laugh he gave as he refocused was the only hint that he wasn’t offended. 

“but no,” he started, “everything was textbook. besides the impending doom of vampirism,” he kicked his feet up on the ottoman in front of him, “i went to private middle school, though. armin and mikasa went with me on scholarship, but i knew them way before that.”

“did you all wear matching skirts?” i had to tease, earning me another glare. i might’ve been right about his family having money, but i think his lack of concern is because of how lonely he might’ve been. “do they know?” i had to ask, after finding out about jean.. anyone could’ve known it seems. “no. they’re in the dark for their own good,” a light frown appeared on his face. “i think they know not to ask about the family irregularities,” he died in the game; giving me his whole face for a grimace this time, “unlike you,” his tone was cold. 

i threw out an assumption, trying to subtly gain more traction, “and you got close with jean in highschool.” his features were taken aback, like i had caught him off guard. but he didn’t seem surprised, “how do you know?”

“a little birdie,”i thought back to the picture in jean’s room. it’s the only thing that makes sense. i knew better than to ask about the name marco. he threw everything right back at me, “and you met porco in highschool?” 

i removed my charred marshmallow from the fire, adding it to the graham cracker in front of me, “objection!” i raised my voice slightly,  “relevancy,” i said with a bored tone. i really didn’t want to talk about porco. did he even have any real relevance in my life? “you’re not going to throw me bones about your life?” his tone was almost offended. 

“there’s not much to know,” i took a bite of my s’more, turning my attention back on the game. he was almost finished with seattle day 2. “so lit major, what’s your favorite book?” i asked, seeing he was at a dull point in the game. he only took a few seconds to think about it, “pride and prejudice.” i nodded my head, pursing my lips.

“you haven’t read it,” he knew my thoughts immediately. “haven’t read or seen it, but it’s on my tbr i swear,” he paused the game easily; the sounds of runners abruptly stopped, “get up here.” he adjusted his legs while pointing to the spot next to him. i discarded my s’more, curling my legs up on the couch, my body was rubbing against his side, “are you gonna twilight-me?” 

“it’s only fair,” he held the remote in one hand, filing through the library of movies, while bringing his other over my shoulder, pressing me closer to him. he didn’t need to make his own body heat; i was kept warm enough with the nerves that shot through me. being around him felt like alcohol slipping down my throat. 

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opening my eyes, i felt weight around my torso. my ears responded before my eyes did, “you have a habit of falling asleep minutes into movies.” with the pressure easing from my body, i opened my eyes to find eren retracting his arms. i laid across his lap, head tucked into the other side of his body. 

“did you just watch me sleep all night, creep?” the rays of sunlight peeked through the windows, i covered my eyes, trying to block it out. “well there wasn’t anything else to do,” his eyes avoided mine, and he tilted his chin up to hide his features, “girl preventing me from moving,” he muttered under his breath. i took it as my sign to move from his lap. 

rubbing my eyes, eren extended his body upward, “there’s a trail we can hike along the creek,” eren shot the idea out. i nodded my head; still trying to wake up. 

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the pancakes eren cooked me this morning were sitting at the bottom of my stomach, weighing me down. eren walked ahead of me, but stayed close. his long legs were taking tiny strides, trying to keep in step with me. 

it was well past midday, and the sun shone down on the path before us. all the remaining clouds from the storm were gone; a small sweat pricked on the back of my neck. it was quite an unusual change, considering the time of year. the semester was almost over. i tried to push the anxiety the thought caused down; i was enjoying my time here. 

“so do you not have any plans, or did you not want to bring them up around my dad.” other than being a vampire; there was still a lot about eren that i didn’t know. “not really. i just know i want to do something quiet.” 

the leaves crunched below our feet, chirping birds could be heard. the difference between a cloudy day and a sunny one was drastic. “i wanted to be a doctor when i was little. follow in my dad’s footsteps. but then his footsteps changed, and i don’t want to be stuck going down that path for the rest of my life.” his back turned halfway, scanning me over, “were you lying?”

“no. but quiet sounds good.” my life had always been quiet. my life at school. my life at home. i learned to find comfort in it. i could spend the rest of my life in silence. but thinking about the future too much left me with a pit of anxiety. 

eren drew me out of thought, “we should turn back.” his body faced mine now, already staring the motion for the other direction. “i can keep going,” i said through a pant. i had gotten another full night of sleep, and i lounged with eren all morning. why was i so tired?

“no you can’t,” he laughed, glancing at my strides, attempting to keep up with him, “i’ve never seen you walk so slowly.” instead of responding, i let out another puff of air.

“you gonna room with sasha next year?” he wasn’t talking about next semester; he meant the junior year. it was weird to think about eren caring about the future. my future. “we haven’t talked about it, but probably. jean and connie mentioned something about moving in with us, but no way.” 

“jean’s a good roommate. very clean, but i think connie would fuck all of you guys over.” my steps stuttered. i must have really undermined their friendship. i knew their bond was stronger than they let on, but living together? every time i finally understood something, i took three steps back on understanding something else. “you lived with jean?” 

“yeah, for a year. just about,” his tone was cagey, like he didn’t really realize what he said until i asked. 

“so.. are you gonna be at sina next year?” i couldn’t help but ask. if he was gonna disappear again, should i just cut my losses? everyday i seemed to get more attached; being constantly alone with him only intensified my feelings. as if the idea of him being gone wasn’t alarming before. it seemed debilitating to think about now. 

“i don’t know. i’m already here. might as well keep going,” the crunch of the leaves was the only sound between us, until he interrupted again, “and i have a few reasons to stay,” he didn’t look at me, but his tone was directed at me. i was happy to walk behind him, concealing the red spread across my face. 

in the distance, the cabin could be spotted; chimney spouting a small amount of smoke from the fire eren had kept going. the sky was turning a light pink; signaling the third night spent away from sina. i couldn’t be sure why he took me here. something told me he thought he was being a good friend; trying to compensate for the guilt he felt over my mom. 

a sigh hung in the air; it left my mouth after sucking in a large breath. in part from the realization, and the other because i was exhausted from the short hike. “you hot?” eren asked, noticing my temperament. 

“kind of.. weird after being so cold for months,” i wondered if eren could feel warmth. just couldn’t emit any. i never liked the cold before i met eren. the weather seemed like a good trade off for how beautiful sina was, but now i felt myself feeling disconnected from heat entirely. 

eren grabbed the hem of his t-shirt, slowly slipping it from his body. we had neared the cabin; he threw it to the deck from the few feet we were standing from it. the next thing he took off were his sweatpants; leaving him in just a pair of boxers. “good thing there’s a freezing cold creek next to us,” he shot me a glinting smile as he upticked his pace towards the water. the now orange sky reflected on the water, eren looked at the surface, scanning the bottom. he jumped in, lifting his legs to his chest in a cannon ball before plunging into the surface. 

he threw his long hair back with the aid of his hand when he came back up, “don’t just stand there!” he yelled to me, a few inches of his chest stood against the surface of the water. i took eren’s shirt off my body, before moving towards the basketball shorts he lent me. 

i covered my body; insecure with eren’s gaze on me. i had kept on my strappy bra and thong, but i felt naked under his eye regardless. “is it deep?” i asked, looking under the surface. any confidence i had built up was shot. it might not have been the first time eren saw me like this, but it felt different this time. 

“it is right here,” he pushed himself toward the edge of the creek, bringing more of his body out as the ground changed beneath him. he extended his hand before offering an ultimatum, “you don’t have to come in. there’s a shower in the cabin,” he said it as though i hadn’t used the shower yet. i knew it was there; but the poor option made me take his hand, letting him guide me into the water. 

even with the small sweat i had worked up, the water was ice cold on my skin; doing more than just cooling me down. i held back a shudder as my torso dipped below the surface. “not so hot anymore,” eren teased, keeping a perfect composure in the chill. 

my teeth started chattering lightly with my body fully submerged. my mind kept telling me to get out of the water, but eren’s body was so close to mine. he drifted back to the deep spot, keeping his head above the water. his hands came around my waist, keeping me afloat. my concentration on swimming was low; i barely had to kick my feet. i focused on eren, but he was already staring into my eyes. 

“why’d you come with me,” my voice was shaky from both nerves and the cold that suffocated my body. he didn’t respond, but his eyes were set in mine, “to rose.” i sucked in a breath, the cold seeming to compress my chest, “and then take me here?” i rambled in his silence. 

he blinked, and his face was impossible to read. “because i wanted to,” his voice was quiet. i wouldn't have been able to hear it if i wasn’t so close to him. “well why do you want to?” i couldn’t take not knowing anything for certain anymore. “i can’t stop the urge that’s constantly pulling myself toward you,” my breath hitched as he said it. eren refused to break eye contact. he steadied himself in the water, removing his hands from my waist and bringing them toward my cheeks, cupping them. my eyes blew wide at the action, but i closed them as eren leaned in closer to my face. 

his lips barely brushed mine, he connected them without moving for a moment. it was soft; his hands just grazed my cheeks, like he didn’t want to break me. he was quick to pull away, returning his gaze back to my eyes. i let out a huff of hair. from the nerves, from the cold, from everything. i stopped breathing entirely after. “can i?” he asked with his face still close to mine. 

i nodded, bringing my legs to wrap around his torso, steading the both of us. when eren kissed me again, it was harsher. his hands became more set on my face as he moved his mouth with mine. my arms wrapped around his neck, hands hanging off. he mirrored my actions, but his hands wrapped underneath my shoulder blades, attempting to push my body further into his. 

i couldn’t understand why he was kissing me. why he felt the urge to be around me. i had spent so much time convincing myself my feelings were one-sided, i didn’t consider the possibility i was wrong. but now, i knew i was right. the way his body delicately wrapped itself around me proved otherwise. 

eren was quick to move down to my neck; already knowing the spots that would set me off. “i’m cold,” i barely managed to speak it. but i wanted whatever this was escalating to, not to happen in the middle of a freezing creek. he disconnected his mouth from my body, “sorry,” he lightly chucked. could he even feel cold like i could?

i wasn’t given much time to think about it, eren was pulling my body out of the water with his. he kept a strong grip on me, and i brought my lips to suck at his ear lobe as he brought us closer to the cabin. i nipped it with my teeth, earning a sound from him. 

working my way down his neck, he was opening the cabin doors. one of his hands released my leg, snaking into my hair as he gave it a tug, pulling my head away from his neck. he connected his lips with mine again; the roughness causing fireworks to spark in my core. 

eren pulled my thighs closer to his stomach, i ground my hips into him instinctually. a whimper shot out through his mouth into mine; causing me to bite at his bottom lip. pulling it back, i opened my eyes to look into his. they were blazing, and hungry. he pushed my shoulders off, throwing me into the bed that was now below us. 

“fuck,” he muttered, “you look so good spread out,” with his gaze on my body, i brought my knees up higher, using my arms to cover my breasts. this damn bra did nothing to cover me up. eren smirked at my reaction, lightly tracing his fingers over my legs, bringing them to hang off the bed; exposing my stomach, “don’t be shy,” he chucked in my ear as he brought his hand up to my neck; cutting off blood flow. 

bringing my hands around his waist, i dug my nails into his skin, “you make me nervous,” i choked out through the pressure of my neck. eren’s lips were back on mine in an instant, taking his other hand to circle my nipple, squeezing one of my boobs. the attention caused a moan to slip out of me; his grip tightened at the sound. 

i moved my hands to his chest, pushing him off and detaching our lips. lifting my torso up, my hands were back on his waist, shoving him to lay down on the bed. he lightly bit at his lip, allowing me to move him. tracing my lips down his chiseled stomach, i sucked and bit at the skin; leaving plenty of marks that would heal quicker than mine. i hooked my fingers into his boxer line; looking up at him for permission. 

his eyes slitted; vision getting hazy. he moved them down further, and i slipped off him to the floor, standing with my knees. his hard dick popped through, hitting his belly button. all my motions stopped, mouth parting in awe, “what? too big for you?” i had to gulp, looking up to see the cocky look on his face.

a confident smile was plastered on his face as he stared into my eyes. “you can’t be serious,” i muttered, this wasn’t gonna fit in any part of me. scanning up the eight inches, a silver piercing poked through his pink tip; precum already coating it. i pursed my lips, trying to hide the smile. “open up baby,” his hands were tangled in the hair on the back of my head, slightly pushing my head down. 

“so eager,” i teased, pulling my head back. i cupped his dick in my hand, running my thumb over the tip. moving my hand further down, i let spit slip down my lips onto his tip, spreading it by swirling my tongue around his tip. looking up at his through my lashes, his head was already jerking back, breathing getting heavier. “fuck,” his voice was soft and whiny. i took it as my sign to shove him into my mouth, a gag escaped as i tried to adjust to his size. 

my hand pumped down his shaft, covering what my mouth couldn't, while my other gave attention to his balls. bobbing my head up and down, his grip tightened around my hair but he stopped pushing. instead his tights flexed, and he resisted the urge to crush my head, trying to keep them apart. i removed one of my hands to grip at his thighs; causing a low moan to leave his mouth. 

his head and back were leaned pretty far back now, i continued moving my head further down his cock; vision getting blurry with the lack of airflow. his piercing scraped against the back of my throat, i brought my knees closer together at the feeling. 

he tugged at my hair, bringing me further down his dick. his breathing was audible now; heavy pants left him. he suddenly used his grip to pull me off; i sucked in a big breath as saliva dripped down my mouth, “i don’t wanna cum yet,” his voice still low and scratchy. i giggled at his state and he responded by tugging me up further onto his body, one hand guiding my waist. 

my heat pulsated against his thigh, and i hitched at the pressure, a hiss coming from the back of my throat. each of us sat catching our breaths; my hands trailed him, trying to get a better feel for his body. he did the same, coming close to my panties that were still on. 

on the nightstand, i noticed a dagger. a devilish smile appeared on my lips as i extended a hand to grab it. handing it over to him, “please,” i gripped his jawline, forcing him to look into my eyes. “no-” it left his mouth quickly, and he sucked in another breath, his eyes changing. 

they turned black at the offer in front of him, “are you sure?” he gave in quickly, unable to resist. “yes, eren, i need you too,” i practically begged, eager to have him suck the blood from my body again. 

within an instant, i could feel a sting on the side of my neck, eren moving my hair off my shoulder to latch his mouth onto the side. my nails trailed over his back, my own arching at the contact. his teeth scraped against my skin; holding back a bite. his tongue swirled in my blood and a guttural moan left my lips. i could feel a build up in my stomach, and i couldn’t stop my hips from riding on his thigh. 

the feeling was even more euphoric on my neck than my wrist, and it almost spiraled me into an orgasm. eren stopped himself quickly, grabbing my cheeks to scan my face. his black eyes bored into mine, making sure i was okay. “you taste so good,” i could feel heat covering my face. 

blood began dripping down my front side; eren tried to clean it up with his tongue. my skin was stained red, and it started to rub off on him too. the cut tingled, like the skin was stitching back together, “i want more,” i whispered into his ear, sending him into a frenzy. 

my body was thrown further onto the bed, my head at the bottom of the pillows. eren was on top of me again, licking at the remaining blood. his fingers slipped under my panties, spreading my slick over my folds, “i love how wet you get for me,” his voice made my back arch further, my stomach coming into contact with his. his fingers followed my movements, ripping the clothing off my body entirely. he blew air onto my pussy, causing me to squirm further.

after laughing at my reaction to him, his features stiffened in seriousness. “are you okay with this,” he asked for confirmation, hand gripping my jawline, forcing me to look at him. my senses were overwhelmed, all i could force was a nod. his hands easily slid under my lower back, hauling me forward. my legs wrapped around him, hips moving forward. 

my core was already burning with arousal, and it was exemplified with the exertion to keep it in the air. eren took his cock in one hand, lightly brushing it between my folds, “don’t tease,” i criticized him; already burning up. working my hand into his hair; i gave his bun a rough tug. 

“don’t complain,” he removed his dick away from my folds, slapping his hand on my clit. another jolt shot through me; breaths becoming ragged. i pulled his hair tighter; both of us fighting for dominance. he realigned his dick with me; hitching his hips he dragged himself over my clit, “eren!” i was getting frustrated with him, which didn’t make the knot in my stomach any easier. 

he smirked devilishly, grabbing my cheeks abruptly. his grip was tight; i couldn’t move even if i wanted to, “who’s under who?” he reminded, using his other hand to tease my slit again. he moved his tumb over my clit; pushing in with just friction. 

eren cruely kept the pressure with no movement, “be a good girl,” he moved his head closer to breathe into my ear. his breath was cold over the fresh wound. “tell me how bad you want my cock in you.” both of hands stayed firm in their places, only applying more force to my clit. the rest of his hand held my torso down; making it impossible to move, “i’m desperate eren, please,” i begged one more time, hoping it would be enough for him to give in. 

he did, finally letting his thumb circle on my clit. a moan ripped through my throat, finally satisfied with some friction. taking his dick back in his hand, he lined it up with my entrance. he piercing was cool, and i felt it trace inside. he only let himself go a few inches before stopping, “tell me if it’s too much,” his grip softened to let me nod, but only for a second. 

i felt his hips slam into me before i felt the stretch of my skin, my shoulders hiccuped, bringing myself closer to him. we both let out whimpers at the contact, and i felt myself clench around him at the sound. he hissed, moving his hips back before repeating the same motion. “holy fuck,” curses slipped through his mouth, but i was only capable of mewling, my mind only focused on sensations.

i could feel him holding back; there was no way he could fit all of his length in. despite that, he continued pounding into me, bringing one hand to stabilize my waist; keeping me from sliding. he brought his thumb back on my clit, overwhelming everything. when i dug my nails in again, i felt a cool liquid form under them, but i didn’t lessen my grip. 

his breathing became uneven as he let out a low moan, same as me. my hips started bucking further into him, as the knot in my core tighten, “eren, i’m close,” i whined feeling my torso tighten. “let it go princess,” he cooed in my ear, speeding up his pace; simultaneously working his thumb and hips in the same movements. 

it threw me over the edge; i brought my arms around his neck to bring the rest of my body next to his, holding him close. he made a quick movement, laying flat on his back, bringing me with him while continuing his thrusts. he let go of my clit, bringing his hands to tighten around my waist, holding me still. 

i connected my lips to his, sloppily kissing him while trying to keep the string of moans in my throat. the new position allowed his dick to hit my g-spot, and my breaths convulsed with my orgasm. eren worked me through it, movements getting sloppy until i felt his dick twitch inside me; shooting cum. the warmth it created mixed with mine, and i brought my hips down to continue to ride his dick in his exhaustion. 

he extended his head toward the bed, softly moaning at the overstimulation. “you did so good,” he brought a hand up to my cheek, staring into my eyes. i kept my hips in their place, but stopped my movements. continuing to feel him inside could’ve worked up another orgasm, but i stopped myself, seeing how fucked-out eren was. 

“eren,” he blinked, coming back to reality, face furrowing, continuing to feel me around him. “you came in me,” post nut clarity caused anxiety to throb in my stomach, we weren’t even near a convenience store. he laughed at my lightly fearful face, “don’t worry about it,” his hands snaked further around my body, coming up to my shoulder blades. 

he pressed my body against his, i leaned my head down on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. it was faint, and the pumps were so far apart i could’ve missed them. but they were there. he really was alive. 

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a/n: happy thanksgiving! hope y’all are stuffed ☺️

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next chapter is gonna be delayed til thursday, sorry! it will be pretty long though