A/N: FUCK YOU PRIMA MALUM FOR THIS FUCKING GLORIOUS BELT REVERSE ROLE IDEA. Oh yes, I've been putting this off for so long... sorry for the wait, I even threw in some extra stuff for your enjoyment~
The Take Down
By: Euregatto
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You've been running out of time, you stepped over the line
I know you think you want to fall, but if I could really give it all
If we started out blind, I could make you mine
Girl I know you'll take me down
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Down...
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Down...
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Eren Jaeger isn't surprised by too many things anymore.
Following the events during the Invasion of Trost he no longer gasps in shock and horror, nor does he let the spontaneous moment perplex him to the point of dumbfounded awe. Let's be honest – finding out you're a savage, flesh-eating monster the size of a skyscraper and a sporadic tendency to punch your own sister (whether she had it coming to her or not) would certainly erase any and all emotions of surprise from your body and synonymous words from your vocabulary.
Or so he thought.
He'd made a trip back into Stohess with his team and broke off so he could head over and see Annie again… and needless to say, now he's standing in the threshold of her doorway, stumbling for words with dark peridot eyes blown wide open in shock. Eren Jaeger is thoroughly surprised by what's unraveling before him. "I… uh… erm…" His palms are noticeably shaking and the heat in his chest is bubbling upwards into his neck and cheeks. "Uhm… this is a bit shocking."
Annie is complacently seated on her bed with one leg folded over the other, stark naked as the pallid sands of Hueco Mundo, wearing nothing more than her leather harness and straps. Her hair is a golden curtain fanning out along her shoulders. In this light she gives off an ethereal glow; like some kind of angel, or perhaps her own sun. Fuck, with poor analogies like those he may as well say he's getting harder than an uncut diamond.
"I saw you through the window," she remarks to snap him out of his daze, rising from the mattress and gracefully stepping up to him.
He tries not to be affected by her – I don't have time I have to get back to the team before Captain Levi rings my neck I don't have time I don't have time – but his heel has already kicked the door shut and he's stripping off his jacket with his pulsating surge of adrenaline. "Fucking hell Annie, I just came back for my damn belt!"
She laughs light-heartedly, sliding her slender hands up along his toned stomach as he practically tears open the buttons of his shirt, discarding it to the floor with his forgotten jacket. His boots come off and she helps unclip his harness. "You can't have all the fun," she purrs into his ear as her fingers hook into his belt loops. She tows him over to her bed and vivaciously pins him down by his wrists, gradually sliding them up along the pillow to press against the oak wood bars. "You'll have to earn it back~"
"I'll just take the damn thing when I leave then," he mutters and, almost on cue, something skillfully winds around his wrists, threading through the headboard and snapping closed.
"If I let you leave," she muses, smirking into his hair when he emits a small yelp of realization. "Oh, that's not all you forgot… your fly is undone."
He glances down at his jeans as she crawls down the lower arches of his body, hands gliding across his thighs. "Erm… no it's not."
She curls her fingers around the zipper and tugs it down. His hardened member surges out though the opening into the free air, erect like a pole and swollen with anticipation. "Oops," she whispers sarcastically and he turns his head in the other direction to hide the inflamed blush in his cheeks. He knows she knows he's exceedingly turned on by his current position. "And you call me the sadist…"
"At least I don't threaten to slit your throat open while you're sleeping."
"Don't you know?" She digs her nails into the tender flesh of his shoulders and he bites back a gasp of pain when she draws driblets of blood that evaporate into steam. "I would have to fuck you for every time you said that to me. I get off on violence – on Death wielding his scythe before me, on watching the life filter from the eyes of my own comrades, on witnessing a boot crush an ant or a sword shred through Titan flesh…" She shudders as a chill bristles the skin along the column of her spine. "The taste of copper on my tongue…"
"You're weird," he mutters finally and something flashes in her crystal eyes – something sinister that ignites a flare in his blood.
She draws her body up and perches on his chest, the familiar musk of her parted womanhood filling his nose and making his hips squirm with peevish desire. "I'm not the only weird one here, Eren." Her fingers curl into the upper board of the railing and she pulls herself up, tips of her breasts brushing his lips. "I know the thrill of the hunt irks you on. Like back in Trost, remember?"
He wishes he wouldn't – when she had been in a storage unit recovering from the destruction of the first half of the battle, burying her fingers into the apex of her hips because she couldn't get the images of chaos out of her mind and the destruction she had caused was so, so perfect; he had found her by accident, honestly, and without even a first thought slammed the door shut and fucked her right there on the floor. They got off on the death. They got off on the lies. They got off on each other because the simplest ideal of discord brought them sheer ecstasy.
It's sick. He knows this.
But he doesn't care.
Instinctively he arches his neck up and draws a perked nipple into the heated cavern of his mouth. He sucks her off, hard enough to induce brain-numbing pain and pleasure that has her reflexively grasping a handful of his hair and choking on her own cries. She tries to withdraw from him but he traps her bud between his teeth and tweaks it with his tongue.
"For fuck's sake," she hisses when he finally lets go, maneuvering her body properly so she's kneeled on either side of his face, his head between her legs. "I can't wait." She lowers herself down towards his parted lips, raking her fingers through his adrumbal hair and tangling herself in his locks. "Go on," she coerces with an encouraging roll of her hips. "Earn your belt back, Death-Seeker."
Her dangerous sneer is actually affecting him and he can't help but compliantly obey, sliding his tongue along the length of her folds and smirking against her warmth when she moans in her throat. She can act as masochistic, morbid or defiant as she wants to – she has always been and will always be sensitive, melting like iron under the fires of his touch. And he knows exactly what she likes best and where; he doesn't need his fingers to earn cries of his name (personally, he just likes the scent she leaves on his skin).
He rubs her clit with the pad of his taste buds, textured flesh pressing unevenly against her nerves and earning a mangled cry that crosses into both a moan and a gasp. She tosses her head back, rocking her hips down against his expert appendage and wishing he had been this creative from the start. Without warning he alternates between dipping inside of her and moving back to massage her swollen clit.
"Eren," she ushers, thumbing at her untreated nipple, nails biting into his scalp. "I can feel the fires of the burning city, – ah! –, the frozen touch of a corpse's hand"—she rocks faster, more insistently with more want and more need—"and the way the ash scorches my lungs-!"
She comes hard enough that she lurches forward in defeat, forehead against the headboard and limbs shaking with racks of intense pleasure. Eren laps at her slick fluids because to him she tastes sweet, like something that has no identifiable taste but is addicting none-the-less. Half a minute later she inches down the length of his body, sliding her oversensitive womanhood against his own erection.
"You're still in the mood?" He muses, although he sounds somewhat surprised and perhaps a little mortified.
"You haven't earned it yet," she replies promptly. She curls her hand around his shaft and he surges completely to life, the frigid touch of her flesh sending jolts through his system. "But don't worry, you impressed me plenty already."
"You got off on the thought of violence… again."
She chuckles grimly in her throat, sliding his jeans down to his knees, following through with his displaced shorts from his throbbing manhood. "Of course I did," she says matter-of-factly, raising her hips up to hover over him. Her warmth swallows his tip and he emits this strangled, desperate sound that falls away from her ears. He wants so desperately to claim her but his jeans pin his legs together and he can't get a proper angle thrust. "Hm… but you, Eren, are the most violent person I've met…"
"Then you compliment me," he quips.
She rolls her hips down onto his shaft, swallowing his member with ease. Warmth radiates through their nerves, hotwiring their brains and sending their senses into a haywire overdrive. She rides him at a steady rhythm, rocking to the beat in her head and shaking the bed frame beneath them. He hits her tightest spot, strains against his bonds in attempt to break free – she's too slow for him. He wants more. He wants her.
"Perhaps you're right," she adds graciously.
"Annie Leonhardt," he rasps out in feigned disbelief, "did you just admit to my being right?"
She digs her nails into his torso and she rides him faster, harder, throwing her head back as the pleasure consumes every fibre of her being. "There's no right if we aren't disagreeing," she utters.
His waist moves on its own accord to best match her intensifying tempo. "But you're disagreeing now."
"I'm just making a statement…"
"I think I'm losing the topic."
She groans, reaching over and unclipping the clasp to the belt, exactly how he had done to her. "Fuck it then," she whispers, practically reading his mind, "give me my release…"
He grasps her waist, rolling them both over so she's sprawled out helplessly beneath him and he's kicking off the rest of his clothes. She rears her head up, lips to his shoulder as he slides back into her slick warmth. "Let's get fucked up."
Without warning she sinks her teeth into his flesh, spilling warm copper across her face and into the cavern of her mouth, biting harder when he shouts in a mingled mix of pain and surprise. She arcs her back at the blazing sensation of his steaming blood igniting her skin with an unbearable fire that does not burn her. Her muscles clench around his intruding shaft. "E-ren!"
"That hurt!" He hisses and grinds into her womanhood, fucking her harder than normal - and he knows he's being too rough, even for her, because her nails are leaving scratches down the length of his ribs in pained bliss and tears have formed in the corner of her eyes. It hurts her, but she enjoys it all the same - the way the pressure derails her senses, the stench of sex defining the air between them, the tendrils of skin curling under her fingertips as she claws him up.
She cries out in return, thrusting her hips up to meet him with every roll of his waist. "You said you wanted to - ah ah ah - get fucked up-!"
She's beyond reasoning. He's beyond understanding. He can only focus on pleasuring her - on pumping at an upwards angle instead of straight in so he can massage her g-spot and the base of his erection brushes her abused clit. Every ring of muscle within her collapses to the intrusion of his manhood, clenching on the backstroke and constricting him every time he drives inwards. His scratches burn immensely as they heal. She makes new ones.
"I didn't mean-!"
She grasps his upper arms and flips them over, slamming her hips down onto him again. There is an intense fire blazing behind her eyes - sapphire embers exploding into bursts of passion as she rides him and dominates him, asserting power with every roll of her waist. He thrusts up to meet her, one hand on her waist and the other one of her small but firm breasts, his thumb toying with her nipple.
She emits mewls and exhales blissful cries of ecstasy that overlap his own gasps. Her fingers tangle into her golden locks as she tosses her head back. Every muscle in her torso is wound into unbearably tight coils and her thighs are on fire, heart slamming desperately into her chest, ears numb to the sound of wet slapping skin, brain buzzing with white noise as he strokes her in all the right places.
She's focused on him, on this, on the feel of him massaging her walls, striking her sensitive bundles of nerves that threatens to tip her over the edge without doing so. And he's done that to her, not the thought of violence or cataclysmic havoc.
His hips sear as he struggles to keep pace with her, manhood swelled with the thrill of certain release, and his grasp on her rocking body tightens. The free middle finger of her other hand skitters across the plane of her stomach down to her tensing womanhood - she works at her clit peevishly, furiously, his playful hands giving her so much yet not enough all at the same time but fuck was it so good -
"Annie."
Eren's pressure is building dangerously within her. He's close. She's close. The pleasure is overwhelming, her body is haywire with emotions she cannot control and her muscles clench around his shaft to their own accord. She tries to say something, anything, along the lines of the permission he needs to release, but her mouth is preoccupied with her shameful noises. "Eren - Eren - ah - I'm close! - ah ah ah - Eren!"
The bedroom door slams open.
Annie's off him in a flash and Eren's sitting up with a start as Hitch enters through the threshold. "Son of a - again Annie, really?!" The two soldiers watch her wordlessly, catching their breaths as their energy immediately depletes. Hitch's gaze passes between them. There is a visible swelling on her wrists from where Annie had tied her to the bedpost and sat on her until she apologized profusely for intruding. "Well? Say something."
Eren cautiously glances at Annie for her input, but the blonde says nothing, only glowers at her roommate as a list of punishments the length of the dictionary reels around in her mind.
Hitch hums in her throat, grabs the edge of the door, and slams it shut. "Fine," she grumbles, briskly shedding her jacket, "be like that. Room for one more?"
Eren looks at Annie.
Annie looks at Eren.
"Fuck it," he utters under his breath, "the belt isn't even worth it anymore."