#snk sex

[chrollohearttags]

reiner trying to “just let me put the tip in, it’ll be fine” his way into some pussy. Knowing damn well he can’t control himself, has the worst pull out game in history and will undeniably end up breeding you. Now you’re looking at each other like that fucking Diddy meme.

[cluelessjellyfish]

"Go on. Take your anger out on me if you want..."

[wolvesandfoxes25]

They're both so shy and adorable.

And Armins just like... Hitch is CONSTANTLY giving me shit about my massive crush on you. How could you NOT know?

[nymphoheretic]

˜”°•.˜”°• Drink up, Princess •°”˜.•°”˜

Synopsis: Eren wanted to take all of your firsts. So, when he learns that you've never had a drink before, he sets a plan in motion.

Warnings: Dubcon, alcohol consumption, Virgin Killer Eren, "Princess" and "Angel" nicknames, fingering, oral (fem receiving) unprotected sex, creampie, praise, light degradation

Word count: 1.4k

Tags: @tokyometronetwork @cpidsworld @babiefwuit @bakugosbratx @awilddreamermain @alucrds @sailewhoremoon @bookandyarndragon @noriken @stygianoir

When Eren heard that you’ve never drank before, those words went straight to his cock. His cute little girlfriend was even more innocent than what he first thought. He wanted to take each and everyone one of your firsts. So, he eagerly agreed to have your first drink with you. He brought you to his place, where he had set up a small bar to make you some mixed drinks. Some with heavy liquor, others with lighter alcohols.

“C’mon, babe.” He coo’d at you, rubbing at your shoulders as he set the drink down in front of you that he had carefully mixed for you. “Take a sip. I made it special for you.” He was eager for you to get drunk for the first time with him. Maybe a little alcohol is what you needed to finally spread those thighs for him and let him taste that virgin cunt of yours.

You looked at the red solo cup your boyfriend set down in front of you, the sweet aroma of the juice he mixed in masking the heavy scent of the booze. Biting your lip, you turned to say, “I don’t know about this Eren. I’ve never done this before.”

A sigh left him as he grabbed the cup. “Here, let me help you.” He took a slow drink from the cup, the sweetness of the juice sliding over his tongue as well as the bitter taste of all the alcohol he mixed in with it.

Taking your chin gently in his, Eren pressed his lips against yours. Holding the liquid in his mouth, he used his tongue to part your lips. Slowly, he fed you the contents of his mouth, the alcohol sliding down your throat and warming your belly.

A tiny trickle of the amber liquid dripped down the corner of your mouth and fell down your cleavage, rolling in between your breasts to pool there.

You felt fuzzy; from Eren’s kiss or the drink he was feeding you, you weren’t sure. But you wanted more. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you drank more eagerly from his lips.

“More...” you whined softly when the liquid stopped flowing. Craving more of the sweetness of Eren, you reached for the cup to try to tip it back to his mouth.

He chuckled. You were so cute. So innocent. Eren wanted to ruin your innocence. Tipping more of the drink into his mouth, he fed it to you, watching as your eyes glazed over from the potency of the many types of alcohol he poured into the cup. It was so adorable of how much of a lightweight you were, it would make spreading your legs so much easier for him.

Eren rubbed his thumbs over your thighs softly as the alcohol made your body pliant to his touches. Once you had drunk every last drop with his help, he pulled you into his lap. “How was it?”

“Ish gud.” You slurred, “Ereh, moar pleash.”

God.

Each drunken slur you spoke made his cock throb even more in his pants and he could not wait to be buried so deep into the sweet pussy. He would take his time and fuck you slow. You were his innocent little virgin. His to claim; his to ruin; only his.

Eren pulls you into his lap, his hands resting on the curve of your ass. “Drink up, Princess.” He took one more drink from the cup before pressing his lips against yours in another sloppy kiss.

You drunk greedily from his lips, swallowing the alcohol, your head spinning as a warmth settled in your belly. You let out a moan when Eren’s hands began to massage the fat of your ass with his large hands.

It felt so good and your body was weightless. “Ereh...” You sighed as your tongue sought out more of the drink, licking every last drop from his mouth.

Eren smiled when you gave no resistance as he worked his tongue into your mouth, his hands squeezing your ass more firmly. Tonight, you were going to be his. “Angel...” he purred against your ear as his lips caressed yours in another tender kiss. “Do you want more? I can make you feel so much better.”

In your fuzzy, drunken mind, anything that could feel good was okay with you. Eagerly, you nodded your head. “Yesh, wan’ feel gud!”

-0-0-0

You squirmed as Eren eased two fingers in and out of your sluggish body, the slick, lewd sounds echoing through his bedroom. Fingers twisted in the bed sheets as his curled then within you, rubbing against that one sticky one that made you feel things you’ve never felt before. “Eren...” you sobered up a bit as your back arched off the bed.

Eren sped up the pace of his fingers, loving the feeling of your juices coating his palm as he grinded it against your clit. “Sh, pretty. I’ll make you feel good in a moment.” His face lined up with your core, taking a moment to admire how you were gushing for him.

Pussy so juicy and all for him. His tongue slipped out and licked a long, wet stripe from the top of his thrusting fingers to the sensitive little bud. He teased the hood of your clit with the tip of his tongue until it revealed the cute little nerve.

He was addicted to your sweet taste with just one lick. Quickly, Eren replaced his fingers with his tongue seeking more of your essence. You were so sweet, your pussy so juicy and creamy that he could spend hours feasting down on you.

If all it took was a drink to get you to spread these thighs and let him sample your sweet cunt, then Eren would have done this sooner.

Moans and whimpers left your throat as that heat in your belly grew tighter and tighter until it snapped. You let out a loud cry as your orgasm shook through your body, and Eren eagerly caught every drop on his greedy tongue. Your chest was heaving as you tried to catch your breath. That felt amazing. “Eren, that felt good...” You sighed out.

Eren smiled down at you as he sat up on his knees and reached for the waistband of his sweats. “Yeah? Think you can make me feel good now?” He tugged his pants down, his thick cock springing out and the wet, leaky tip thumped against his abs.

“I wanna be inside you so badly, princess?” His words were like honey to your intoxicated mind. “Can I, angel?” Eren did not wait for your reply as he lined the tip up with your soaked entrance.

The first stretch burned as Eren pushed his thick cockhead inside. A groan left him as your needy little pussy took in every inch he had to offer and he nearly spilled his seed right then and there. You were so tight, so perfect around his dick. It made him a little sad that you were keeping all this delicious pussy from him.

“You were so selfish, princess. Not letting me feel this good while deep inside this slutty cunt.” Eren cooed as the tip of his cock reached that slight resistance of your purity.

Licking his lips, Eren pushed forward as he bottomed out inside your drooling hole, shuddering as he fought the urge to shoot his load deep into your body. He fucked your sloppy hole, juices coating his cock with each thrust of his hips.

He didn’t know how much longer he would be able to hold out. In your fucked out, drunken stupor, your nails found his back as you clenched even tighter around him; your pussy leaving a ring of cream around the base of his cock.

Eren growled low and deep in his chest as he felt his balls tightened, letting him know that he was going to reach his high soon. Pressing a sloppy kiss to your lips, his hips moved even faster as the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the bedroom.

“C’mon, angel. Give it to me. Cum on my cock so I know that I’m making you feel good.” His head dropped into the spot where your neck and shoulder met and his sucked his mark into your skin as he continued to thrust deeply inside, the thick tip kissing your cervix.

Eren let out another groan as your nails dug into his back as you arched off the bed, your juices drenching his cock. "Finally," he thought as your pussy released your cum. His hips began to stutter as he emptied his hot, sticky seed deep within you, painting your walls white.

His hips never stopped moving as he fucks his cum deeper into your pliant body. Eren couldn't stop. Now that he's finally had a taste of your virgin body, he wanted to fuck you until your belly was swollen, full of his seed. You were so addicting to him. "I love you, so fuckin' much." He growled into your ear. "You're fucking mine forever, got it?"

You nod dumbly. "Only yours, Eren..."

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[jjkeremika]

it is hot (with you; love you)

description: eren and mikasa make love in a hot spring… that is all…

pairing: eren x mikasa, eremika (aot, snk)

universe: og/original

**smutty**

ao3

Eren found peace in the hot springs, often spending his free time hiking well within Wall Maria to the hot spring, sauna and spa resort in the mountains.

A small cabin complex for weary travelers, wedged into the side of the mountain, small pools of hot water scattered, isolated. The long trees and tall rock structures surrounded the spring like a cocoon, wooden planks imitating walls creating roof-ed structures.

Eren would sit naked on the smooth wooden surface, let the steam tickle his skin with a warm embrace. The hot dewy air made it easier to breathe, easier to bear the reality and responsibilities of this world. The bright shine of the near-setting sun on the water highlighted what little beauty was left to enjoy, made it more difficult to close his eyes on it.

He heard a splash and ignored it, keeping his eyes closed and breathing meditatively, spacing out his breath into three intervals of five seconds: five second inhale, five second hold, five second exhale. He was always alone here, the splashes always being a small animal or a twig falling in.

Being lost in the crystal-clear air of the mountains had its perks, one being that rarely did he encounter anyone. No one to ask who he was, why he was there, where he was going to, who he was running from. He never had an answer for those questions, or at least never a good one.

Never having to introduce himself, never having to actively be himself... The feeling erupting in his chest, like he had been uplifted from the ancient curse, like the weight of eternal and immortal expectations had dissolved like acid kissing skin... A taste of freedom.

It could only be made better with the company of select friends, the presence of certain family, the close shared proximity with the love of his life.

He thought of her... of leaving her behind. It was inevitable, and he was searching through his dreams for some solution to stop it, to live on by her side. His attempts felt futile, and as he sat in the most beautiful place alone, wondering if maybe he’d end up wasting the rest of his time cluelessly searching for a way to extend it, instead of spending it with her and everyone else too.

He used his forearm to wipe the water droplet from near his chin. Another perk of the sauna is, if it was hot enough, the sweat was indistinguishable from the tears.

*********

Eren had been feeling particularly dirty today and he'd had an awful premonition that were getting more horribly more vivid and despite Erwin and Hange's disapproval Levi still used Eren as titan-target practice. So it was a long day, and he really wanted nothing more than to hurry to the hot springs.

But Mikasa had insisted on visiting the replacement graves for their parents today, citing that it might be the last time in a while before they can visit again, and only Eren knew just how correct that statement was.

They were silent on the walk there, their bodies actively fighting the magnetic pull between their fingers as they walked.

At the grave site, they had become aware of the temperature drop, and Mikasa started shivering slightly, her muscles too fatigued from training to resist the cold.

He draped his sweater over her arm, his hands lingering on her shoulders as he thoughtfully placed the fabric in a way to keep her warm. The touch from his hands was warm enough, the area instantly heating up her skin and radiating throughout her body.

It was the walk around the cemetery, no particular destination, when Mikasa finally broke the silence: "How are you doing, Eren?"

He stopped walking momentarily, the question catching him off guard. He thought about what he was doing all the time; never how he was doing. Did he even want to burden her with that?

Was there any point in lying? This was Mikasa, she knew so much about him she could likely tell if he were lying from the sound of his voice.

And yet she trusted him so deeply she’d also reject that.

She stopped a couple paces in front of him and turned to face him. He debated how much to divulge. The details were long and nuanced and boring and he was still sorting them out.

“I'm... adjusting," Eren answered neutrally after pondering. Mikasa eyed him carefully, squinting as the final ray of golden light struck her face, lighting up her eyes.

He smiled lightly as he stared her, heat erupting from the center of his chest and spiraling out like an untamed fire. He suppressed the forming tears in the corner of his eyes, blinking them away. He always did think she was beautiful. He never told her that.

Maybe he should tell her that. "I'm happy right now." He smiled softly. With you.

She turned around to face ahead. She was skeptical, but she also doubted that skepticism, leaving her at a crossroads. He felt the stinging signal spread to his tear-glands, forcibly swallowing to take his mind off the sensation. "That's good. Maybe we should visit here more." She started walking again.

Maybe it was because deep down he wanted her to know that despite everything, he was still human, and he still needed joy and relief to survive; maybe it was because he wanted the most serene place in the world to be her surviving memory of him; maybe it was because the weight of the world was crushing him and the strongest soul in existence stopped in front of him and he so desperately didn't want to be alone.

Eren took a rushed couple steps and grabbed her wrist, pulling her to a stop and causing her to twist her body to face him. "I want to take you somewhere. Come with me."

He didn’t wait for a response, just started leading without looking back to see if she truly stayed. She followed Eren to the mountains obediently, asking questions at first but stopping after becoming frustrated with Eren's cryptic answers. This place was sacred, exposing this place meant exposing his remaining solitude, his last freedom. Or maybe she'd be the spoon making it easier to taste.

When they'd finally arrived, Eren quickly rushed Mikasa through the main entrance and out the back. Mikasa was confused as there was little time to process her thoughts and surroundings, but she was amazed at how comfortable Eren was here, that alone was strikingly obvious.

He brought her to his most frequented spring, his favorite because of how isolated yet comforting it was. The enclosure was small and warm, moss covering the rocks and wisteria--fake, maybe--hanging between. He stopped in front of the open door and held his arm out, gesturing for her to enter. She did, glancing around in wonder, still taking it all in.

"A hot spring?" Mikasa asked, turning around to face the doorway. "This is where you come every day." It was more of a processing statement than a question and it didn't necessarily require an answer, but Eren nodded anyway. His future and dreams were cloudy and ambiguous; he didn't want tonight to be.

He started taking his shirt off, already warming up from the steam accumulating in the loosely closed-off room. "I love it here," he answered quietly, eyes gazing around the room, noting the small differences from yesterday. He moved on to remove his shorts.

Mikasa's face erupted into various shades of pinks and reds, her eyes widening slightly and fixating on Eren's eyes, biting her lip to relieve the tension from holding her gaze above his sculpted collarbones.

He shifted slightly to pull the short off his foot and Mikasa's eyes glanced at the glistening sweat forming on his sharp collarbones, pointing like an arrow towards the tough ridges that make up his abs.

She licked her lips, catching glimpses of his firm ass as he stepped into the spring, wading to the middle where it reached his naval. She gulped harshly as the water kissed up his thighs, instantly hugging his skin.

"I can't describe it," Eren sighed, running his hands over his face and letting the hot water forge different trails to his chest, his brown hair turning black as it absorbed the water. Mikasa's eyes followed the sweat traveling down his chest, watching it culminate into the reflection of the same site and watching the process in reverse. "You have to try it, Mikasa."

She pursed her lips, hesitant, before complying by slowly undoing the buttons on her shirt. She could feel Eren's eyes on her, intensely watching the finite movements of her fingers caressing the button, and she felt the heat rising to her cheeks. The thought of asking him to do it for her crossed her mind.

She shrugged off the top and her hands moved to the buttons on her pants, surprised at the increased breathability for her skin. Mikasa briefly caught Eren lick and bite his lip as he kept his eyes trained on her hands.

Eren waded closer, the water line settling now just above his hips. The water lapped at the paler skin, inching threateningly closer to where his cock was starting to harden. His breath hitched at the sight of her bending over to pull the pants over her knees, her cleavage rounding and the weight of her boobs distorting the structure, starting to fall out of the bra.

He kept his eyes fixed on her chest, fully aware of her gaze on him, as she started to stand up and stepped out the pants, leaving them on the floor.

She placed her hands delicately on the thin straps of her lace panties, and she was secretly psyched at her bold choice this morning. Eren stepped forward, the water loudly splashing out of the way, a splash lapping at her feet.

"Wait," he said quickly, "wait." He looked up at her from in the pool, the water to his knees. He held one hand up to her. "May I?" There was a hopeful rejuvenation sparkling in his eyes, an unspoken promise on his tongue.

His hands were inching towards her hips, giving in to an unseen magnetic pull, like he already knew she'd say yes. She'd paused in disbelief, her body becoming unbelievably warm. "Mika?"

As soon as the breathless "Yes," landed in one ear, Eren's hands snapped to her hips, holding the thin delicate fabric so tightly in his rough hands. His palms and forearms rested against the length of her thick thighs, the fading light still highlighting the muscle.

Eren took a slight step forward, disturbing the peace of the water and pressed his face to her crotch, still clutching onto the panty straps, like he'd drown if he let go. Eren inhaled deeply, a shiver ran down his spine and pulsed right to his cock because she smelled so, weirdly delicious.

He swallowed the saliva building on his tongue and rested his chin just above the top panty line. He stared up at her to find her staring at him, both hands reaching to his hair for stability. He could feel her heart beat to the pelvic muscles; she could feel the panty fabric dampen.

His throat was dry and he was at a loss for words as he stared at her and slowly started tugging down the straps. He stopped when the fabric had bunched just above the lips, letting them teasingly peek out at himself, and he licked his lips. Eren bit the fabric quickly, pulling back, looking up to make eye contact with it in his teeth before abruptly letting it recoil back and roughly yanking the rest of the panties down.

His hands immediately wrapped to her butt cheeks, grabbing one in each hand, like they were his new life support in the still pleasant waters. Mikasa moaned as he fondled the skin, grabbing and folding the soft flesh in his strong, rigid grip.

Meanwhile his mouth pressed kisses like it was paying a nonexistent fare as his mouth ventured lower, lips meeting lips. Her soft gasps served as conductors, waving him on. He sucked firmly, licking out exploritorily, smirking as his tongue registered the taste of her.

Eren lowered one hand from her ass cheek to between her thighs and swirled his thumb in the fluid. She was more wet than the steamed air.

He smirked at the gasp Mikasa released as his thumb cautiously pressed between the labia, his tongue following his finger and his mind making mental notes of where he'd touched that she was the loudest.

His thumb slid easily on her wet skin, alternating pressure with light thin tongue flicks or hard flat licks. Butterflies and extreme heat erupted in her stomach, spreading across her body like wildfire instantaneously.

"Oh, Eren!" she moaned loudly, clutching onto his scalp and pushing her weight onto him slightly, her knees wobbling from the pleasure.

Eren firmly grabbed one thigh in his hand and guided it to rest on his shoulder, his other hand supporting her standing leg. He supported her weight and she pressed into him and tightened her thigh to his face as he continued to lick hungrily at her clit, happier with this angle, with the weight of her thigh against his cheek.

After a few moments he smacked her cheek and pulled his head away, staring up at her with shiny eyes and a moist mouth. “On the ground,” he ordered.

Mikasa instantly obeyed, scampering onto the cold stone ground and sitting down. She hummed as the strangely cool rock soothed the hot stinging of the smack.

He leaned over her a heart’s beat later. Within seconds he was hovering over her legs, manhandling and kissing up her thighs, biting at the skin and licking to make up for it.

Eren moaned when he tucked his nose to her pussy and delicately touched his tongue to her clit again, his hands gripping her thighs that squeezed together, blocked by his head, pressing against his cheeks instead.

The pleasure went on for minutes, the sound an ungodly symphony, before the skin became too raw and too sensitive and Mikasa had to push his face away.

She was aching to catch her breath, her chest heaving, her heart racing, her pulse electrifying. He was smirking at her, also breathing deeply, like he were willing to sacrifice air to drink more of her. His eyes sparkling like he were staring at an angel; she was shining with a halo of sweat and condensation.

Mikasa opened her mouth to say something, barely got the semblance of an “I” out when Eren had lunged to her, the magnetic pull becoming too overwhelming to ignore anymore. Their mouths collided, his hand reaching out to hold her in place, and it felt like the steam from the sauna had penetrated their barriers.

She had moved to hover over his lap, lower thighs kissing but upper thighs barely touching, yearning out and aching to close the space. Eren’s hands were too busy exploring her breasts and upper back to pull her closer, and he was too overstimulated to focus on the drops landing on his hard cock, the mixed droplets of his saliva and her discharge.

Eren’s brain was short-circuiting: there was too much of her to focus on, and there were so many sensations of her skin of his to process. She was overwhelming.

Eren loudly moaned when her hand shyly reached for his cock, confidently gripping it yet stroking it coyly. The contradictory strokes sent electrifying waves of pleasure to his brain, pumping more blood back to his cock so he could feel it more.

The noises blissfully slipped out of his mouth as she tugged on him, kissing and nipping softly at the skin on his neck while bouncing lightly on her knees, letting her clit just grace his tense thigh, the ghostly friction teasingly divine.

When the heat boiling inside became too much and the heat from the moist air made the sweat stick to his skin, Eren roughly gripped her bum with both hands and pulled her onto her lap.

She fell into him, yelping at the sudden motion then quickly moaning at the friction between her wet clit and his thigh, the moist sheen between causing her to slide towards his crotch, his hard cock upright wedged between their abdomens.

He waited until she made eye contact before kissing her, brushing a strand of hair from her eyeline then holding her neck. He used his other hand to guide her hips as she rocked back and forth, both of them moaning softly into the other’s warm mouth.

Mikasa used her hand to lather his cock in the wetness that had gathered between her legs, the mixture of sauna steam and sweat and saliva and fluid. Eren’s eyes screwed shut and his face twisted in pleasure at the movements, pulling away from the kiss and softly moaning her name, his grip on her skin tightening.

The steam was infiltrating his mind, he could feel the water lift the weight of everything despite the very real muscular weight shifting in his lap. He felt the buoyant feeling in his chest, lifting the shackles.

“Mikasa,” he started softly, tears welling into his eyes, “whatever happens…” He tucked his nose into her neck, unable to look at her. A hot tear slid down his cheek. The words choked in his throat, making it hard to breathe.

Her hand firmly gripped his cheeks and forced him to look at her. She was smiling so softly, a look that made the warmth of the sauna air around them feel cold. Her thumb unknowingly wiping away the tear.

“I know, Eren,” she replied soothingly, rubbing her thumb once or twice against his cheekbone. “Me too.” He returned her smile before she kissed him gently, slowly, so slowly Eren wondered if time had been paused. “Always,” she murmured against his lips.

“Always,” he whispered quickly in agreement, foreheads pressed together, eyes closed.

She lowered onto his cock, the explosive burst of electricity inside drastically drowning out their quiet tones, amplified the feeling ten thousand-fold.

Eren’s lips hovered over her chest, panting, periodically pressing kisses or nips to the goose bumped skin. He pawed between her bum and hips as he rocked his hips in rhythm with her bounce, drinking in her loud moans.

The motion was slow, not greedy like before. The kisses were softer and more tender, the touches were longer and warmer. The pleasure felt amplified somehow, like the crowded steam air made it impossible for it to evaporate, keeping it condensed inside them, making every touch and every movement and every kiss feel so much more powerful.

He gently rolled them over, carefully placing his hand behind her head to prevent it from hitting the hard rock.

Her nails clawed into his back, breaking through the steam-heated skin but stopping at the strong muscle, leaving raised red reminders for tomorrow.

He thrusted in and out, slowly, taking his time, like he had all of it in the world. Mikasa’s fingers clawed at his pecs with one hand and the other grabbed a fistful of Eren’s overgrown hair, dragging him closer.

When the sensation in her pelvis spread to the rest of her body and her toes started to curl, she wrapped her arms underneath Eren’s shoulders and held him close, eliminating as much of the distance between their skin. The sweat acted like magnetic glue, pulling and sticking their bodies together with intricate forces.

She moaned loudly and unapologetically, taking each thrust as he whispered compliments and novelties in her ear, telling her she looked so gorgeous like this, being fucked by him.

She was too breathless to tell him he looked and felt godly, hand crafted by a higher power. She worried he’d laugh at her anyway.

Eren was rapidly approaching his climax, and from the way her thighs clenched around his waist—so tight practically preventing him from moving—he could tell Mikasa was too.

He pushed deeper, fighting against the strength of her thighs around him to pull out ever so slightly and using even more force to push deeper inside. Only two hard pumps and he came inside her, Mikasa still grinding herself against his overstimulated cock, causing him to choke out her name and jerk his hips back, which her hips instinctively chased.

Her thighs loosened around him and he slipped out. He layed onto the cool stone and pulled her into his arms, resting her head onto his chest, her skin hot and red and sweaty.

He stared at the wooden ceiling, wondering if his vision was so blurry because of her or the steam. He closed his eyes. He didn’t even care if it was blurry. He was in his favorite place with his favorite person, living in his blissful freedom.

She lifted her head a little to look at Eren, their eyes and lips aligning. “Mikasa… I…” She stared at him with a happy, cozy smile, like the ones they’d wear when they snuggled with his mother by the fireplace when they were kids—at home.

The words choked in his throat. Tears welled in both their eyes, but her expression didn’t waver. He kissed her instead, mouthing the words into her mouth, etching them inside with his tongue.

He relaxed into her touch, fell into her intoxicating kiss all over again, when she carved the reciprocal sequence of letters into his mouth.

Love you.

[zaddyazula]

the most tragic thing about aot was mikasa being that obsessed with eren COME ON GIRL

[izurou]

A BLESSING IN DISGUISE FT. EREN JAEGER

synopsis: eren has an annoying habit of going back on his word. this time however, you’re more than glad that he does.

contains: female reader. modern au. established relationship. penetrative sex. period sex. fingering. praise + pet names. one mention of blood and one mention of pregnancy. 2k words.

you know better than to believe a single word that comes out of eren’s mouth.

not that he’s a liar per se—there’s no malintent behind his actions, especially when it comes to you. it’s just that, he can often be found saying, and doing the opposite of what he really wants.

like yesterday, for instance. he made himself nice and comfortable on your side of the bed—tossing pillows and destroying neatly tucked sheets as he swore up and down that he was simply keeping it warm while you did your skincare. fifteen minutes of pampering later, and there’s a small dark spot forming right beneath the mouth of your now fast asleep and immovable boyfriend.

add that to his already lengthy resume—filled to the brim with reassuring promises of nah i’m not hungry, i’m not sleeping, i don’t care where we eat, and your personal favourite, i don’t even get cold—and there you have it, a bad habit. you know better, though. he is hungry, he’s about to fall asleep, he’s not in the mood for burgers, and he can’t even feel his ears and fingers anymore.

you’re well acquainted with this habit. you know better than anyone how annoying it is. even so, eren can make it seem like a blessing in disguise.

“i said no,” you huff, firmly pressing a wet hand against his chest as you peer out from behind the dark grey shower curtain.

you watch as a few water droplets run down his chest—mocking you as they inch lazily along the ridges of his abs, ultimately disappearing as they absorb into the waistband of his sweats. in that brief moment, you second guess your answer.

“come on, there’re benefits y’know,” he hums, wrapping a hand around your wrist and pulling—a smug attempt at coaxing you out from behind the pesky fabric. he semi succeeds, forcing your free arm to cup your breasts as you stumble forwards a bit.

benefits, huh? you make a mental note not to be alarmed if you see can i still have sex with my girl when she’s on her period in his browser history at some point.

“eren,” you wince, feeling that infamous throb in your lower abdomen. his gaze softens ever so subtly upon noticing, and he’s quick to loosen his grip—non verbally telling you to shuffle back into the hot water. “we are not having sex while i’m on my period,” you mumble, “dream on.”

you’re not against the idea—hell, you’re famous for pouncing on any and all opportunities that involve him fucking you. however, your worry stems from the inevitable mess you’d make on him. the last thing you want is to gross him out.

“fine, just lemme in,” he pouts, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning his head against the wall right outside the shower. “i’ll behave.”

“yeah, right,” you smile to yourself and roll your eyes as you reach for your body wash—vanilla coconut, eren’s favourite. surely he won’t mind. “behaving isn’t really one of your strengths.”

“but making you feel good is,” he hums. you don’t need to look to know he’s sporting that infamous grin, but something possesses you to turn around anyways—and there it is, ear to ear as he leans his head past the curtain and eyes you up and down.

you don’t feel your best, and you’re certain you’re not looking it either with all those lingering pms symptoms—it’s day one after all. eren however, is staring at you like you’re the most gorgeous being to grace this planet. you’re not sure whether to attribute it to his hormones or yours—but that insatiable glint in his eyes is indisputable, and hot.

a long, drawn out sigh falls from your lips as you turn your back on him again, continuing to lather yourself up. he watches silently, waiting for what he knows is coming. you’re going to kick him out of the bathroom in five. four. three. two.

“are you coming or not?”

one point eren. he rids himself of his clothes in a matter of seconds—not that he was wearing all that much to begin with, but it probably broke a record for something, somewhere. he’s standing behind you now, tugging at your hips until your back is flush with his chest. his chin digs into your shoulder as he wraps his hands around you, rubbing them dangerously low on your tummy. you smell so good, and your skin is so soft and warm—every ounce of self control he has is working overtime.

“eren,” you warn, feeling his lips start to leave open mouthed kisses along your neck. you have to lie to yourself—filling your brain with the worst possible outcomes. if you don’t, you’ll be the one to lose control, and then you’d really be fucked—in more ways than one.

“just relax,” he hums, dropping his hands lower and pressing a palm against the plush skin right between your hip bones—simultaneously grazing his fingers against your folds. “i’ve got you.”

whether or not that was intentional is up for debate—but it was you squirming nonetheless. you tug your bottom lip between your teeth as a precautionary measure, letting yourself lean back against him. that dull ache from earlier—you’re sure it’s still there, you just can’t feel it anymore because you’re too focused on him.

“tell me if you want me to stop, ‘kay?” he whispers, warm breath fanning over the shell of your ear as he gives your hips a light squeeze. he settles a hand back between your legs, pressing the pad of his middle finger against your clit and circling it slowly.

“e-eren,” you choke out, craning your neck to the side in hopes of seeing his face.

“mm, yeah baby? feel good?” he shifts his gaze to you, charming smile glued to his lips as he runs a finger along your slit a few times—focusing back on your clit with a faster pace. he’s pretty, baby hairs clinging to his forehead and cheeks tinted a light pink—either the heat of the room is finally getting to him, or you are. his movements are rather simple, but they have you nearing orgasm already. you chalk it up to his sweet talking, or maybe it’s those damn hormones—oh, yeah.

curious, you tilt your head downwards. will eren have blood on his fingers? will he stop if he does? and what if he—

“hey,” before your eyes can even make it between your legs, he’s placing a hand on your throat—forcing you to lean back against his shoulder and look at him as he peers down. “don’t worry about it,” he mumbles, rubbing his thumb on your skin, “gonna fuck you either way, y’know that, right?”

“please,” you whimper, squirming until you’re free from his grasp, “i need you.” you turn to face him for the first time, snaking your arms around his neck and kissing him. you can feel him smirking against your lips, and if you had to guess—you’d say he’s amused by how eager you’ve suddenly become.

“i must be dreaming,” he throws your comment from earlier back at you, words muffling into your mouth. you’re not immune to his smugness, even in your desperate state—you wrap a hand around his cock, running your thumb across the tip.

his breath hitches, and the movement of his lips against yours falters briefly as he groans into your mouth. your power trip ends almost as quickly as it starts though, because now you’re being pressed against the cool ceramic as eren slips his tongue into your mouth.

“fuck,” he hisses, wiping at the little string of spit that hangs from your bottom lip as he pulls away. he hooks an arm underneath one of your legs and lines himself up at your entrance, peering up at you with hungry eyes. “hold on to me.”

you gasp in unison as he pushes the head of his cock into you, absentmindedly digging your nails into each other’s skin. he rests his forearm just above your head, more or less letting his hips do the work—though his pace is slow, presumably from him not wanting to go too hard.

you on the other hand, have to bite your tongue to prevent yourself from begging him to go harder. instead, you do it yourself—or at least you try. the position he has you in makes it rather impossible for you to gain any type of control, but you buck and twist your hips nonetheless, searching greedily for more.

again, eren is amused by this, flashing a devilish grin at your meager attempt to get yourself off on his cock—how adorable. he’s not an idiot, though. if this is what you want, it’s what you’ll get.

he thrusts into you, harder, faster—brows pulling together in concentration as he stares down at the spot where you connect. shit. on instinct, you tilt your head forward.

“don’t,” he growls, wrapping a hand around your throat again, a little rougher this time. “eyes on me, baby. only me.”

he holds your gaze, savouring the way your face contorts with each drag of his cock, the way your strangled moans echo off the walls—he’s on fire, and not from the blazing atmosphere of the room.

“fuckk,” he drawls, throwing his head back and squeezing his eyes shut. he’s close, but he needs to make you cum first—because his research also informed him that while low, there was still a risk of getting you pregnant. so, he’s going to pull out.

“eren, i’m gonna—hah,” you whimper, like music to his ears. the knot in your stomach tightens, but —you hold back, denying yourself the pleasure of cumming. all you can think of, is the crime scene that would appear below you.

“let it out, baby,” he chimes in, fully aware of how close you are. you’re clamping down on his cock, making it incredibly difficult for him to keep up that heavenly pace—but you know that ultimately his determination beats yours by a landslide. he rests his forehead against yours, tunnelling your vision even more. “cum for me,” he pants, “you deserve it, s-such a good girl.”

you can’t help it. you tilt your head back as your walls flutter around his cock, and he sees that as an opportunity to kiss and nip at your throat. he’s babbling strings of praise into your skin—feeling nothing but pride as you cum on him.

he barely pulls out in time, instantly shooting his load onto your torso as he fists his cock. his smile is lazy as he gathers a bit of his cum on his middle and index fingers, bringing them to your lips and almost cumming a second time as you stick your tongue out.

“fuck i love you,” he grunts, feeling the vibrations of your moans as you suck his fingers clean. he pulls you under the steady stream of water and kisses you—meticulously twisting and angling your bodies so that any remnants of mess, both his and yours, will never be seen by you.

“feel any better?” he asks, biting his black hair tie between his teeth as he tugs his wet hair into a much neater, but still somehow dishevelled bun.

“yeah,” you mumble, clinging to him for balance. you’re not sure when all the feeling disappeared from your legs, but it did—in the same way that your cramps have ceased to exist, for the time being at least. “so much for behaving.”

“c’mon,” he pauses as he reaches for the handle, making sure to keep an arm wrapped around you. “you just said you feel better.”

you stare at him blankly, hoping that if you do this long enough, he’ll be able to read your mind.

“what?” he tilts his head, searching your face for clues. only when you guide one of his hands onto your tits does he realize. “you need more, baby?” he grins, running his tongue along the inside of his cheek. “want me to make you feel the best you ever have?”

[melishade]

Im curious as a fellow AOT; does this joke fit well with Eren? I saw this hilarious comment recently

"Eren, why are you doing this?!"

Eren:

Eren murdered two people when he was nine and called them animals. This encapsulates his character perfectly.

[moonspirit]

Different anon, but now I must ask for an elaboration on the "Annie asks Armin for more babies" part <3

[N/SFW]

There's very little for me to add other than asking you to go read Kiss me once, twice, then three times, darling by @distortedclouds xD

But still, a few thoughts! It's the ovulation, anon! She neeeeeds to feel the way he fills her up, before, during and after sex!! With butterflies, with his fingers and him, and with liquid love!

It's the end goal in mind, to put a baby (or many) in her, that drives the heat up to ridiculous degrees. It's the singular need to get her full and as satisfied as possible, with zero restraint and inhibition, with no need to bother about "what ifs" or "when's". And guaranteed, Armin will do a hell of a good job putting a baby in her lol.

When Annie is on the receiving end of sex that good and hot, why WOULDN'T she be asking for many many babies? RIP yes, but the sex...

[chopzoe]

"We should have him do the same job as his mother."

"He might have inherited her skills after all."

I can't even comprehend how fucked this is. There are grown ass men beating up a little boy for trying to get his mother's tea set back and talking about how they should sell him to some dude who would use him as a child prostitute what the actual fuck am I reading.

Oh yeah and the alternative to this was killing and chopping up his "frail, bony body" to feed him to the pigs because they were afraid of Kenny finding out they messed with his allegedly son.

My skin is crawling because this shows us how cruel and forsaken the Underground City was, and how this surely must have happened to others that were not as strong as Levi.

I can't even imagine how devastating this must be to a child's mind.

[honeymaki]

thinking about mikasa taking her anger out on you after a fight with annie 🥺 her being all mean and calling you all sorts of names as she’s fucking you with her strap but after you’re done she calls you her good girl and is so proud of you for taking her cock so well 🥺💕

Warnings: rough sex, strapon, use of petnames (baby, princess, love), implied fem reader, crying, praise, mentions of injuries and blood, ever so slight implications of dubcon but prior consent given.

Notes: please read my rules, I don’t like to write or read degradation in any form thank you 💕

This is such a 🥺🥺 so what if she just - is so angry, so flushed and puffy lipped and hard handed with how she mandhandles you on to your back, thighs up by your ears, dick hitting so deep and so hard. Her big hands still taped and bandaged from the fight, bruises littering the knuckles visible through the tape, one of her nails purple where it’s digging into the fat of the back of your thighs, keeping you rooted, holding you down, tummy folded and jiggling with every downward swing of her hips.

“Take it - nngh - take it fuckin’ -,” sweat drips between her breasts, strands of her black hair sticking to her forehead with effort, eyes squeezed shut and the little cut on her lip is all you can focus on. Between that, the heavy brush of her tits over yours, the yellowing bruise on her jaw and the nasty fuck of her cock stirring your insides,

“S-slow Mika please,” you’re halfway to sobbing, lip wobbling, fingers grappling at her ass to pull her closer or push her away, head tossing into the sheets and pillows tossed around you. She hoists a leg, adjusts her arms so they're fisting the sheets, doubling down over you, knees cradling her shoulders that bulge and strain with every mean nasty thrust. 

“Nnghnot gonna - won’t stop, I can’t - I know you don’t want me to,” Mikasa pants above you, eyes fluttering shut when the strap pinches her clit and slips and slides when she - “Right there, feels so good - can’t stop you just gotta fuckin’ take it,” it’s like she’s not even talking to you, jaw clicked and neck straining, that lickable tendon still baring the bruises of her fight with Annie. The practise fight with Annie, the silly little wager Eren suggested, the stupid playful fight where Annie got too serious and too boisterous when you were mentioned.

“So fuckin - ,” she punctuates an explosion of anger with a particularly harsh thrust, grinding and kissing so so deep, “Wish she could see you now, see how good you take it, how good you are - look at you baby,” her eyes squint open to look down at you, rolling back when all she can see is you, teary eyed, mouth open, throat bared and ripe for her to sink her teeth into. Maybe - maybe she should take a picture, show Annie what she can reduce you down to, how good you are for her - that she does in fact have someone to fuck, someone that loves her and lets her do whatever she wants, whatever she needs...

“Love you, love you nd this pussy - fuck, s’good baby,” she’s slurring, hardly moving her lips, catching then between her teeth when your whines grow louder, legs kicking out against the brute strength that keeps you in place. Tears explode from your eyes, mouth open and yelping with every hit to your cervix, every bash to your clit, every upward grind to your sweet spot. Little uh uh uh’s into her neck as she strains above you, lashes fluttering and body moving with every thrust into you.

The pace changes suddenly with a hand cupping the top of your head; changes when you shudder and shake and quiver all wet and drippy over her thighs, changes when you whimper her name and push at her clenching stomach, changes when you shakily pucker your lips in an ask for a kiss. Slow, long and strong, licking into your mouth and drinking your eager mewls despite how much you’re shaking and squirming beneath her. Mikasa noses at your cheek, huffing into your ear, groaning,

“S’good for me baby, beautiful aren’t you?” breathy but still with an edge, “Perfect little pussy, perfect little princess - hah,” she trembles into you, pinching just right, grinding at the perfect, collapsing against you with a sigh.

“So good baby, fuck - lettin me do what I want, letting me - fuck,” gasping, breathless Mikasa feels you twitch when she hitches her hips, another little orgasm shocking through your body when the rough fabric of the strapon catches on your swollen, slippery clit,

“Careful, careful love, I got you” she’s still inside of you, still all up in your tummy and she - doesn’t seem to want to move, “gonna stay right here kay? Right here,” fingers split around where you’re stretched around her cock, sending shivers down your spine and gasps to spill from your lips,

“Mika - I - ?” You’re still out of breath, squirming under her and managing to disconnect your hips with a filthy wet squelch, dildo smearing up against your thigh and tummy, “please - please can you put my legs down? I can’t feel them,”

Slicking her sticky forehead over your chest, Mikasa grumbles as she lets your legs flop down on to the mattress, still refusing to move from caging your body beneath hers,

“S’stupid,” lips peck your skin, brushing over your tits and down your belly, “she’s stupid,”

“Next time, next time just like - punch her maybe?” you moan when her calloused hands start massaging the tight muscles in your thigh, “And maybe - uhhh - maybe I can - huhhh,” you petter off, eyes fluttering shut when Mikasa slinks from the bed and replaces her body with a blanket, slipping off the strapon and tossing it into the bathroom with a huff,

“Don’t worry about that right now,” returning to your side, still naked, still sticky and a little shaky, but holding a bottle of juice and one of the cookies Armin made the other day, “you did good, considering -,”

“S’okay, I liked it yknow?” You turn on to your side, gazing at your girlfriend lazily, “unhinged, maybe you should loose more fights but only the practise ones cause I like it when you win,” Mikasa smiles at you, fondly, as lazy as your little slurs and grumbles,

“You just like the victory sex don’t you?”

“Maybe win again, nd I can figure that out,”

[amywritesthings]

i think it's finally time to work on this (just to have a tonal shift break in silver underground, which is very angsty) but -- if you're aware of my sexworker!levi phone line fic i've been blue-skying for the last several months... well...

guess it's time to actually write and post part one of press four for more options, huh? here's a teaser:

[nosleepjustlevi]

FanFiction Notice <3

Content: Sex education! Mentions of vaginas, penis’s, orgasms, the clitoris, warning of abuse in power dynamics, and sex education resources across a variety of platforms.

Just a few notes for the folks reading all the smutty fanfiction and especially those who don’t have much experience with “smut” in real life!

That’s totally okay! There’s no need to feel badly or embarrassed if you don’t have a lot of sexual experience, everyone moves at their own pace :)

Similarly, it’s okay if you haven’t experienced the kind of intimacy that’s portrayed in fanfiction (most of us haven’t, that’s why we write about it lol)

Consent is sexy! There are multiple ways to incorporate ‘dirty talk’ that includes asking for consent and checking in with your partner. “Does that feel good baby?” “Is it okay if I touch right here?” “Would you like it if I did x, y, z?” “You like it when I do that?” “Tell me what you want me to do, I want to make you feel good” etc etc etc!

A lot of fanfiction includes people with vagina’s cumming from penetration alone, while this is nice to think about of course, it rarely happens in real life. The large majority of people with vaginas cannot and will not come from dick penetration alone (around 80% of people with vaginas cannot do this). This is because of the nature of the shape of the penis and the shape of the vagina. While everyone’s genitals are unique, the overall shape means that a penis will likely not meet the angle required to hit your g-spot. Now, there is such a thing as extended orgasms (and you may experience this from dick penetration alone), but the big firework sudden rush of orgasm we usually think about probably won’t happen from just a penis inside you. And that’s normal! Don’t feel like you’re missing out!

It is much more likely to cum from finger penetration. This is because of the way fingers can curve to reach the g-spot. Also, clitoral stimulation is often key to an orgasm.

Some fanfiction references the penis hitting the cervix, in real life this is actually usually quite painful (at least in my experience and according to my gynecologist). If you have ever had sex and felt a sudden pang of pain from a thrust, it is likely because the penis has hit your cervix. The cervix and g-spot are not the same. Repeated hitting against the cervix may actually give you a stomach ache after sex.

Sex is awkward sometimes! That’s okay! It can take time to learn what your partner enjoys and also especially learn what you enjoy. If you feel comfortable, it is a good idea and it is fun to experiment with yourself on your own to discover what you like and don’t like.

Cumming inside is nice an all, but condoms are also cool :) They make for easy clean up and significantly reduce the risk of pregnancy and STDs!

In fanfiction, there is often this theme of partners being able to just kind of read each others minds and provide the other with mind blowing sex and orgasm without even needing to communicate about it. This may be true if you have had sex with a partner many times, but the journey to this level of intimacy is communication and may be awkward sometimes, that’s normal!

Power dynamics portrayed in fanfiction may not be appropriate in real life. If a superior is eliciting sexual acts from you it may very well be abuse and you should notify a trusted adult.

Some educational resources I suggest to understand and learn about sexual intimacy and figure out how you can receive pleasure, give pleasure, and overall where you stand within this nuanced world of sexuality, pleasure, and orgasms: the book Come as You Are by Emily Nagoski, the Netflix educational documentary series Sex, Explained narrated by Janelle Monae, @itsmillyevans on Instagram (highly highly recommend her!!), and plannedparenthood.org has a ton of educational resources (they do not just cater towards abortion, they are a great sexual health resource)

Sex Education Matters!

Spread the word folks!

[theearlgreymage]

Levi craves anything, everything. Whatever it takes to drown out the sound of the rain. Because the shower of water against the window pane always makes Levi think of that day. The first few times a storm rolled through the barracks, Levi had found and locked himself in a small closet. He’d slid down to the wooden floor and curled in on himself, wrapping his arms around his knees. It was the same position that he’d assumed in the hallway of the brothel whenever his mother worked, and it was the same position that Kenny had found him in as a child after his mother ultimately died. He stayed like that, rocking himself gently, until the thunder and harsh winds that battered the wooden side of the building passed. But once Erwin got his hands on Levi, those days stopped. Instead of spending the passage of a thunderstorm alone in a confined space made up of panels of stone and wood, Levi now spent them wrapped up in affection – confined by hard muscle and the warmth of another body.

Nobody ask me what the ever living fuck this is, because I haven't a fucking clue. I plead demonic possession. It's the only solution honestly.

Anyways.

I am starving for some likes and kudos 🥺

Read it here on AO3

Additional information below the cut ✂️

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Characters: Levi Ackerman, Erwin Smith

Relationships: Levi Ackerman/Erwin Smith, Levi Ackerman & Erwin Smith

Additional Tags: Thunderstorms, During Canon, post-ACWRN, Pre-Canon, Emotions, Hurt/Comfort, minor PTSD, Anxiety, Grief/Mourning, Rain, Kissing, Boys Kissing, Rough Kissing, Neck Kissing, Biting, Manhandling, Restraints, Blow Jobs, Anal Fingering, Anal Play, Anal Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Overstimulation, Come Swallowing, Aftercare, Bottom Levi Ackerman, Bottom Levi Ackerman/Top Erwin Smith, Top Erwin Smith, Submissive Levi Ackerman, Dominant Erwin Smith, Light Dom/Sub, Dom/Sub Undertones, Spanking, Hair-Pulling, Spit, Spitting, Erwin spits in Levi’s mouth I don't know how the fuck to tag that, it has some depraved moments I haven't a clue what I'm doing right now, Possessive Behavior, Gay Sex, Rough Sex, Established Relationship, Established Levi Ackerman/Erwin Smith, Inspired by Fanart, Not Beta Read, fuck it we ball, They're so in love your honor

Summary:

Levi craves anything, everything. Whatever it takes to drown out the sound of the rain. Because the shower of water against the window pane always makes Levi think of that day. 

The first few times a storm rolled through the barracks, Levi had found and locked himself in a small closet. He’d slid down to the wooden floor and curled in on himself, wrapping his arms around his knees. It was the same position that he’d assumed in the hallway of the brothel whenever his mother worked, and it was the same position that Kenny had found him in as a child after his mother ultimately died. He stayed like that, rocking himself gently, until the thunder and harsh winds that battered the wooden side of the building passed. But once Erwin got his hands on Levi, those days stopped. Instead of spending the passage of a thunderstorm alone in a confined space made up of panels of stone and wood, Levi now spent them wrapped up in affection – confined by hard muscle and the warmth of another body. 

[levmada]

God no one tell levi about sex.

i can’t really tell if this is sarcastic or not but i’m not dropping the bit

levi shows up to the bedroom with rubber gloves, baby powder, and an industrial strength fan (for sweating). also he’s wearing a cloth face mask for the kissing thing🙏🙏

[insomniatictrash]

Do you accept requests? If so, I have weird one for you... I'll understand if it's disgusting for you...

Yandere Commander Erwin Smith really wants you to be with him. He says, he needs you more, than air, you are more important to him, than his duty to humanity. He threatens you and manipulates you. He manipulates his rank and position, he threatens with his titan. He is your Commander, you must obey his orders. Now, he's a colossal titan, he can crush the whole city. What's wrong with him? He's good-looking, he's smart, he has a rank. He loves you so much! He's the perfect man for you! You're perfect for him... After all, he loves you so much... With all his heart...

Oh honey this is no where near disgusting for me and I’m m so sorry it’s taken me this long to getting around to answering and writing it your request but without further waiting lets just get right into this.

Pairing: Titan shifter!Erwin smith x Reader F!

CW: Threatening, mentions of blood, mentions of alcohol consumption, manipulation, yandere actions, stalking, mentions of stalking, sexual themes, sexual mentions.

Recommended song playlist

Madds Bucky— The Red Means I Love You

Nine Inch Nails— Closer

Jonathan Young— Hellfire

MINORS DNI! ANY AND ALL AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED!

Erwin could never seem to get his eyes off you. No matter how he tried to reason to himself that you were a small infatuation he never seemed to ever get enough of you. Even if drunk off his third bottle of any alcohol, no matter how much he drank you would always be on his mind, craving your gaze, your touch, the sound of your voice and oh how he wondered how it sounded to hear his name slip from those beautiful lips of yours through a moan. But there was something he could never seem to understand. Why didn’t you show signs of wanting him just as much? He was powerful, He held a status of commander of the scouts and was held at high praise. He had the power of the colossal titan and could wipe whole cities and civilizations at a moments notice if he so wanted and he could give you the whole fucking world no the whole fucking universe if you just even so asked for it. So why were you not falling in love with him?

What was holding you back from you loving him as much as he loved you? Or exactly who was the reason you didn't seem to show any expression of your love of him either? Just who did he exactly did he have to kill for you to love him as much as he loved you?

But he would watch you walk by and damn did he always seem for infatuated with you. His gaze his would never once leave your form or your hips. Watching them say from left to right with each step you took. It was entirely intoxicating to him. How he dreamed and wished he could hood your hips. Have his hands running up and down your body and hearing your moans, almost crying his name out from the pleasure and desperation. How he would fuck you so hard that you had tears running down your face and could no longer form complete sentences. How he yearned to hear your whimpers and moans from underneath him. The idea was seemingly the only thing that kept him functioning some days. He'd just have to wait till he had that day to do what he could only dream of to you. To make it all come to reality.

And little did he know he would have the chance to very soon.

Oh how he knew your schedule down the last second of it. How he knew by now you would be by yourself taking a small walk to clear your mind from the day, he could only follow you from a distance. But this day he felt bold. Oh yes how he came up from behind you without you ever knowing or suspecting a thing. Wrapping a arm around your waist and pulling you gently flush against his chest. Even through all these layers of your uniform how it sent him into a euphoric state even feeling your body against him. Being this close to get a proper smell of the shampoo that just seemed to fill his nostrils completely. It was so addicting.

"Do you mind explaining why you seem to be out this late?"

His voice broke the silence of the world around you. His voice being the loudest thing to compel you to turn your head from over ryour shoulder to get a better look of him. The light of the rising moon laminating him almost beautifully.

"Just decided to take a walk to clear my mind commander." You answered his questions. You had never truly thought that he would have feeling for you. Never in a million years at least. But to guess your commander had romantic feelings towards you would have never crossed your mind once. How could it? You were only a captain after all and he was the commander of the scouts after all. It could only seem like a dairy tale he would even begin to even feel anything for you.

"It doesn't explain why you didn't feel the need to say something of the manner to me sooner."

That made you start to question things. Sense when did you need to go to him and tell him of you taking a walk after hours? When did this start to happen.

"Well. I didn't want to—" you started to utter your response put but stopped one you felt his grip around you grow tighter. The warm feeling of his breath against your neck almost tickling it caused you stop speaking. Only for a moment but within that moment Erwin had taken the chance to pull you closer to him. Now your back fluch against his chest he took this opportunity to wrap his arms around you and hold you closely against him, as if he was going to refuse to let you go in that moment.

"Next time I would much prefer if you told me before hand of these little walks you did so I may accompany you. I wouldn't want some other man hands touch the womans body, whom love so deeply, would I?"

You blood ran cold. What did he say? Was this some joke? No matter as how hard you tried to process what he said the thought wasn't any less blurry to you. How did he know that? How did he know you were seeing someone else.

"Commander I don't—"

"I've been watching you for such a long time my dear. Is he what keeps you from being with me? Can he pleasure like you deserve? Can he make you happy like I could? Could he make you moan his name as loudly as he could?"

The feeling of your heart missing a best echoed through your ears. Trying as hard a stupid could you tried to pull out from his grip but it was useless. He was holding so tightly it would take more energy to try escaping his grip more than would take trying to fight him off into this moment.

"I dont— I—"

"There's no need to lie. I know everything my dear but I still can't understand why you'd choose them over me. I can offer you much more than they could ever and I could protect you with me entire life and give you the whole world. So why do you keep making the decision to go back to them each time when I could give you so much more then they could ever. Hell, I could even have you scream my name within a matter of mine so why, won't you be with me? I can do that so much better than they could ever and I can pleasure you like you never experienced my dear. So leave them. Be mine, if not then there will be consequences. So think wisely before you answer me my love. I want you making the best decision for all parties possible."