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Wicked [Punk!Eren|Reader] Modern AU | Drabble

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   Hidden beneath heavy wool sheets and masked by capering shadows you lay silently, mind racing as fast as your heart. No moon shone bright tonight against your shuttered window, no clouds had been pressed against a deep blue sky nor where there stars out willing to shine their iridescent beauty down upon your window. Abandoned by the light you so desperately clung to even in the latest hour of the morning, completely isolated from the world outside the small bed in which you inhabited.

   Even the bedside clock with glowing blue numbers seemed to dim every morning around two am, his favorite time of night. As the last number shifted into place you felt the hairs on the back of your neck raise, instantly followed by a soft bite beneath your jaw. Ice cold tendrils drifted up and down your bare thighs, seeking to steal the warmth from your skin until you were left with nothing. He kept quiet, he never said much anymore these days, he did his talking through his hands and his mouth.

   Your shaking did nothing to defer his frigid lips from coasting down your neck until they reached your shoulder blade, he had always loved that spot on your body. The way it curved, how sensitive it was to the mere prick of his fingertips as they dug crescent shapes into the tensed muscle below. His lip ring clanked against his bottom teeth as he moved down your spine, keeping each nip and kiss colder than the last.

   Without warning you where flipped on your back, eyes screwed shut and hands gripping at the white cotton sheets. His tense stare could be felt from miles away, it burned into you as a hot iron does leather and it branded you just the same. Teeth clenched you waited for him to continue, chest heaving and lungs burning, just the way he liked it now. The scent of him had changed, his skin, his hair, and the only remaining attribute seemed to be the lingering smell of cigarettes on his fingertips.

   Quick and agile his hand shot out to grab your jaw, locking it in place while his tongue pried your lips open and ravaged your mouth. He even tasted different, bitter and oh so rough to the point of bruising your flesh. Even in the furthest corner of your mind you could hear the faint screaming of logic, the undying truth snapping at you while you remained lost in the fog. It was a constant teeter of truth and lie, fear and relief, it twisted and melded into a thick, life altering smoke that remained in your lungs even after he left. His tattooed and calloused fingers continued twirling and raking the skin of your stomach and thighs, regardless of your whimpers at your broken and reddened skin.

   In complete darkness, surrounded by dubious shadows he ravished you, took you as his own, trying to connect ice and fire until it exhausted you. You had only one rule when this wicked dance began, never would you open your eyes, never would you watch him take from you until he left you cavernous and pale. Tears found their way down the sides of your cheeks, the silent cry you emitted each night when the memory of Eren's jade green eyes would ghost past your skewed mind. He would never be the same, never touch you with warmth nor affection, never whisper 'I love you' in the early morning tangled between your arms.

   Even between the madness of the shadows and smoke curling around your soul and his teeth digging into your lips, Eren remained where he had been for the past six months.

   Dead and buried in the ground.
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Wait, so reader is having insane nightmares about being raped by her dead lover? 

That's really scary, and sad...
especially because it's Eren 😫