COMRADES • Eren Jaeger

CHAPTER 31: Devil ⁿˢᶠʷ

(warning: nsfw, smut, small spoilers from chapter 130)

nsfw warnings: semi-public making out, shower sex, oral sex (blowjob), slight temperature play

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"WHY, EREN?"

"I thought you wanted to look tough in front of the recruits," he retorted to you. Jean sent him a glare from across the construction site.

"She was trying to scare the idiots out of joining the Scouting Regiment, you blockhead," he said. "She didn't mean she wanted to show responsibility by volunteering to build this stupid railroad!"

It was a hot summer day. The sun was shining, the sky was clear, temperatures were already beginning to rise as the Special Operations Squad made haste to build a railroad from scratch. Initially, you had found the work bearable, fun even. But when afternoon came around, and the heat turned torrid, you could barely stand to be outside before your mouth began quenching in thirst.

The uncomfortable feeling of sweat slowly running down your back was nearly enough to send you teetering over the edge and bringing your metal wrench over Eren's head for suggesting that all of you should toil in this way.

"I didn't volunteer to do it!" you exclaimed, looking up from the train engine you were fixing to look at the others, who had been hammering down the rail. "It was Eren who ran his mouth. And now we can't back out or else we'll all look like slackers!"

"Too late," Armin said. "We're building this railroad."

Eren glowered. "You'll all thank me for this later."

"Please," Sasha groaned, crouching on her feet. "The heat is going to give us all strokes. We'll be dead by morning."

Eren only shrugged in response, clearly not regretting his decision to volunteer his friends into doing Paradis' dirty work. Everyone grumbled here and there, but continued their jobs anyway. Jean, Connie, and Eren hammered down the rails while Sasha, Armin, and Mikasa sorted out the piles of metal beams. You on the other hand had been given the task to oil the engine of the train, as you were the only person in the group who had an idea as to how they worked.

"I should be back at headquarters," you said loudly so Eren could hear you. "You know, some of us have work to do!"

"Scaring the new recruits isn't work!" Eren shot back as he brought down the hammer. "They'll appreciate you for being the lieutenant once they hear you did some manual labour."

"Suicidal maniac," you snarled back at him. "I'll show you manual labour."

Jean and Connie tore their eyes away from you to look at each other for a moment, and both shuddered. "Gross."

Good God. Hours of letting everyone torture each other in the name of Paradis. Hours of having to slug around giant mechanical parts in the sweltering sun while Eren soldered wire beams that connected to your nerves in the most metaphorical manner possible. Hours of complaining and whining and trading insults about how you were all ready to sit down and call it a day yet persisted anyway. You could practically taste the salt of your sweat in your mouth.

You groaned as you kicked the side of the train cart. The metallic contents inside rattled at the force of your rubber boot. "Stupid piece of junk. Sasha, hand me some of that water, will you? I think this crap is overheating itself."

"I think it's the sun's doing," said Armin. He turned to Sasha to fetch the water, but she was gulping down the jug like she'd just experienced a failed manifestation of teetotalism. You and Armin began yelling at Sasha to put it down, to leave some for the rest of you, Sasha-you-moron-are-you-trying-to-kill-us, but she only sprinted down the tracks, laughing.