April bullies day 19 - The Blame
Pairing: Yandere! Eren x reader, bully!Eren x reader; Genre: Highscool AU, smut, one-shot, Angst, Darkfic; Warnings: 18+, Non con/Dub con, death, extreme bullying, physical violence, beatings, violent Eren, attemped suicide, vaginal penetration, anal, overstimulation, orgasm denial, oral (both receiving), suicide attempt, humiliation, blowjobs, cunilingus, breeding kink, mentions of murder, orgasm denial; Synopsis: On a rainy day you call Eren's parents to pick you up from school, but unfortunately they get into a car crash, resulting in both of them dieing as well as Mikasa and Armin, who were in the car too. Eren blames you for the tragedy and decides to make your life so miserable that you'll be craving death; Note: this is an extremely dark fic, so pls be warned. I don't support the actions done in this fic and the actions taken in this work are merely that - a fiction. For some time I've been thinking on adding Eren to this event, but I was super surprised, when I finished it and I could never imagine this turn of events. But anyways, hope yall enjoy it!
You and Eren had been childhood sweethearts ever since the two of you were five years old. Back at those times you coaxed him into an imaginary wedding, making a promise of eternal love. Eren was somewhat shy about it, but he acted along (he wouldn’t kiss you though, so you had to have enough by kissing his cheek).
There was barely a time when you weren’t hanging out with Eren, his adoptive sister Mikasa and their friend Armin, who also became your friend. You all would grow up together and attended the very same school even till now. But unlike your friends, you had been an orphan most of your life, and once you learned that you were born out of a single hook up between your father and some prostitute, you didn’t even want to look for them. Luckily you supposed father had learned about your whereabouts and would send you a nice sum of money every month.
The perfect fantasy world for you was broken again when on a rainy day you called Grisha to pick you up from school, since it was pouring a lot outside. That was a huge mistake. Not that you could’ve known that things would turn out this way. You were waiting for a long time, an hour, perhaps even more and tried to call Grisha again, but the line was dead. Only once you got to Eren’s doorstep did you learn that both his father and mother had died in a car crash. And what’s worse – Armin and Mikasa were in that car as well since Carla invited them over so that all of you could have a fun time together.
Eren was beyond devastated and so were Jean and Annie, who were together with Mikasa and Armin respectively. The whole situation was made even worse, when you learned that you had the final exam exactly on the funeral day, and despite the teacher allowing you to retake it in summer, you declined, not wanting to mess up your academic record even more (the tragedy had a harsh impact on both yours and Erens grades). You tried to contact Eren after that, but he wouldn’t answer your calls, nor when you knocked on his door, finding it locked and all the curtains shut.
Around a month later Eren reappeared in school again, only this time he seemed a lot bigger in a way. You took notice of his strong muscular arms, his beautiful jawline, his long hair tied up in a manbun and his wide shoulders. He seemed to have grown immensely during a span of this one month.
On the very first day he ignored you completely and the same went for the most part of the second day. You found it somehow reasonable, thinking that he was mad because you didn’t attend the funeral, so instead of bothering him with your approach, you left him be. You were taken aback when he decided to approach you instead at an empty hallway, but the feeling of excitement disappeared as soon as his fist connected with your cheek and you fell back to the floor, scraping your side in the process.
“Eren, what are-” he kicked you straight in your stomach and landed another kick to your ribs. He slapped you across the face just as you were trying to speak again and split your lip in the process. By the time he was done you had gone unconscious, and he left you on the floor right where you were. That was only the beginning.
Thinking that he was still frustrated about what happened you let this slide and told the nurse that you couldn’t recall who was it that did these things to you. But after that it only got worse.
Seeing how inconvenient it would be to deal with you in school, Eren decided to beat you on your way home, dragging you in empty alleyways and fucking you up real bad, all the while spitting insults at you. “You damn bitch! It should’ve been you who died instead of them”. He openly threatened to kill you off due to his connections with the famed Ackerman family, who bred seasoned assassins. Though you were more afraid when he threatened to kill your friends as well unless you’d cooperate into taking these beatings.
In merely three days you were beaten up so bad that part of your face was swollen, whilst the other one was beaten black. Your body was covered in cuts and awfully painful bruises. It was as if you had been hit by a truck and the first thing you did was call in for being sick, so that you wouldn’t show up to school like this. Partially you hoped that Eren wouldn’t come to your hopes, but you were damn wrong. He practically kicked open the door and found you shivering on the couch. “Fuck. You look so ugly that an old man wouldn’t even fuck your disgusting ass!” he spat grabbing you by the hair. “You better look pretty by the end of the weak or I’ll kick your skull inwards.”
You were relieved that something came up and Eren wouldn’t bother you even during the weekend, or so Jean told you via text message. It was clear to you that Jean wasn’t very fond of you as well since he had deeply loved Mikasa, but in a sense you felt that he saw Eren’s actions as going way too far.
The swell went away, but your other eye still held the disgusting dark purplish color, which you managed to cover up with makeup.
On Monday Eren forced you into a janitor’s closet. “Since another beating would break your bones, how about you give me your mouth instead?” he said, already unzipping his pants and taking out his cock to smack you in the face with it. It was unnecessary to tell you more as you obediently took his cock in your mouth and began sucking him off. “Yeah, that’s right you fucking whore. Take it deep in that bitch throat of yours or I’ll gouge your fucking eyes out with it.”
You felt sick to your stomach and were gagging like crazy, having no previous experience of such things. When he pulled you against his pelvis you were afraid of passing out. You couldn’t breathe as he pinched you nose closed and came straight in your mouth. He was pulling his pants back on whilst you nearly threw up with all the amount of his sperm that was coming out of your mouth and nose.
For the rest of the weak he’d use your mouth in the darkness of the janitor’s closet as according to him you were too ugly to look on. Not that you could complain much as it wasn’t as painful as getting beaten by him. In fact, just as that week passed and he beated you up all over again and you were begging to suck him off, clawing at his trouser and calling yourself a cock-hungry slut, just for the sake of keeping what’s left of your body intact. If trading your dignity for your body was the price the so be it. Your dignity was pretty much nonexistent now anyways.
To make things worse, Eren threw a party at your house, inviting every single person he knew and proclaiming that you were celebrating a breakup with your toxic ex, who had beaten you, but now you were finally free of him. How ironic that the very same night you were giving him head at your study while some of his drunk friends were cheering you up. You hadn’t drunk a single drop of alcohol, so all of this was harder to stomach.
After that he dragged you to your own bedroom and threw you onto the bed before locking the door. “Now, let’s get this shit really started Y/n!” he said drunkenly and stumbled to you. Your clothes were ripped off in a pile of ribbons. You were crying as he took off his own clothes before he pounced on you. There was no preparation, your virgin walls were dry. The only relief might be his leaking pre, but that didn’t make the situation much better, considering that you weren’t using any pills.
Eren thrusted inside of you in one hard go, nearly crushing you under his weight. Your discomfort was shown by the loud screams that came out of your mouth, clawing at him to pry him off, but he didn’t budge, as if he didn’t feel how you tore his skin with your nails. His grunts and your shrieks were unheard by the people downstairs due to the booming music that vibrated against every corner of your house.
“Eren please stop. I’m begging you.” Your pleas landed on deaf ears as the male on top of you increased his speed, fully focusing on his own pleasure. His cock was spearing its way through the tight rings of your hole, making him use more energy to thrust himself in as deep as possible. One of his hands fondled your breast while the other was placed near your head for balance.
“Why Y/n? Why would you do this?” Eren whispered in your ear with a pang of sorrow in his voice. You could not guess your wrongdoing, but you got the feeling that he wasn’t mad because you didn’t come to the funeral or called his dad to pick you up. No. This was something deeper, something you had missed and had no way of guessing.
You were shocked when Eren leaned down to plant a wet kiss on your lips, his tongue invading your mouth and playing with your own tongue. It was hard for you to admit that any part of this felt good, but his kiss made your body shiver with adrenalin. Your cheeks were heated up and you felt wetness slipping out of yourself. Shortly his thrusts made wet sounds that you found more embarrassing than enjoying the tongue play.
Eren released your mouth and held himself tight to your body. He was close and you felt it with all of your being. “Eren!” you said a bit loudly “Eren!” it seemed that no matter how many times you’d call, he wouldn’t snap out of it anyways. “Eren pull out!” you shouted as loud as you could, but this only made him tighten around you more. “Eren I don’t want to get pregnant, please pull out!” you were crying hysterically at this point, not that it would help.
With one final thrust he released his seed inside of your womb, emptying his balls in you and holding his cock in for the following five minutes. Not that he meant to, but he rather seemed to have disconnected from reality as all he could do was pant heavily and kiss your forehead once he was done. As he dressed up and looked back at your crying form, he felt disgusted, not with himself but with you. “I was right, you truly are a whore.” He spat at you and left.
That night you wouldn’t sleep and by early morning everyone had left. You hadn’t moved a muscle, laying down the whole night in a puddle of your and Eren’s mixed juices. It was as if nothing bothered you anymore because you couldn’t fall any lower than this.
Around lunchtime you finally got up and went to look for your phone. You didn’t bother reading any messages or voicemails, but you were fixated on sending a message to the very same person who raped you the previous night – I hope ur satisfied for life now, cause you won’t be seeing me ever again; you sent the message and got straight to the bathroom to pour yourself a hot bath. As the water filled the space you found a razor blade behind your mirror, climbing into the bath as the water continued to pour in it. Even if you would have chosen life, you had been humiliated in front of Eren’s friends, who most likely thought of you as a cock-hungry slut.
For a moment you closed your eyes, gripping the razor blade between two fingers, rethinking how your life had turned out this way. “Fuck it!” you cursed and slashed over your wrists, screaming from the pain, anger, sadness, and sorrows. The water was turning red quickly, so quickly in fact that you couldn’t take notice on how big portion of the bath had colored itself thanks to your blurry vision. The sleepless night forced you to close your eyes and allow yourself to drift away from this nightmare your life had turned into.
Once you opened your eyes again you saw white all over as far as your sight could go. But instead of the white of paradise you were faced with the white of a hospital room. And what’s worse – Eren was sitting besides you on a chair, his head rested against his fist.
This can’t be real, this can’t…you began sobbing, thinking that your hell would continue. Eren seemed to have noticed your quiet sniffles as he woke up and looked at you, his eyes having heavy bags under them. “You’re awake. Good.” He said flatly.
You were ready to rise up from the bed and slap him across the face, but you were too weak to even sit up. And as if mocking you, Eren put a larger pillow behind your back, so you’d be able to sit up properly.
“Why? Why did you intervene? Haven’t you done enough damage already?” That is when Eren finally spilled the beans. About how it was your father who had caused the car crash and him thinking you to be involved in it. He wanted you to feel miserable for what you have done, wanting to humiliate you before other people. But once he received your text whilst walking to your house, he couldn’t help but save you as he realized you were the only family he had left – a fact he wanted to tell you after arriving to your house, but instead he ran there to save you from death. Whilst you were unconscious, he hired Kenny Ackerman to kill off your biological father to get his revenge, as well as kill few of his friends, who called you a whore and a slut for sucking Eren off in front of them.
The flow of information made you speechless. You had no idea of what to say nor how even to respond to all of this. Instead, fresh tears flowed down your face and Eren brushed them away from you. “As your father’s only child, you’ll inherit all of his money, property and assets, which we’ll use…” “We?” you said confused. Eren’s eyes went a bit wide as if remembering something suddenly. “Oh right, I forgot the main part.” Sweet Jesus, if he says more my brain’s gonna go numb.
“As I said – we are the only family left for each other, so…I’ve arranged an engagement for us, since you’re pregnant and I thought you’d want to welcome our child in a family.” You felt a knot forming in your throat and it was unsure whether it would ever be untied.
You ended up leaving school to evade any rumors of suicide or unplanned pregnancy from your toxic ex, or rather Eren made sure to pull you away from school. For the first few months he’d get you a therapist so that you could recuperate your mental health, obviously the therapist was under his control, but it still felt nice to talk with somebody else that wasn’t Eren. He on the other hand found it hard to go on for too long without fucking somebody, so he’d come whining for you to jack him off. At the first time you made sure to make it painful for him, nearly ripping his cock off, but seeing how needy he was you used it to you advantage to tease him every time, going as far as overstimulation before you’d allow a release for him.
It was fascinating to see him beg for your hands to wrap around his shaft, his body heating up and tears welling in his eyes. On few occasions he even begged you for mercy, but you wouldn’t slip the opportunity of putting him through torture. Sometimes you’d even brush your tongue on his tip, but wouldn’t take the whole thing in your mouth, so he’d be forced to take the bits n pieces you were giving him.
Another thing you enjoyed was when Eren buried his face between your thighs and teased your clit with his tongue. He’d ask you to sit on his face, at which you were reluctant, but soon enough it was hard to get yourself off of him.
The sweetest way of release was probably when you sat on his lap, back against his abs and having a hot make-out session. His hands would slowly massage your breasts and slowly go lower until his fingers were entering your soaked pussy.
It was still hard for you to forgive him, but eventually you gave up on the past just so you could have a future, but the scars would never fade, just like the ones on your wrists.
The biggest lifechanger was when you had your first baby – a boy the two of you named Armin Jaeger, for your lost friend, whilst the next one, who was a daughter you named Mikasa.
The nannies would take of your children as Eren would breed you again and again in your shared bedroom. Your legs pressed upwards in a mating press whilst he was ramming his cock inside of you. “That’s it my sweet Y/n. My baby momma. Give me another child.” You both released loud moans when finally cumming together, your right hand tangled in his hair and a gold ring with diamonds shining on your finger.
