the sweetest revenge (eren x reader)

εγώ θα σε προσέξω

*AUTHOR'S NOTE; i was originally gonna title this 'return of Jaegerbomb' but that seemed incredibly stupid. so, in greek, the title is "I'll take care of you". i used a translator to make the title, so please tell me if something is wrong so i can change it! ahhh... also. TW's for this chapter; some brief talk of sexual assault (specifically the after affects it can have on someone), and reader also self harms. it's been a while since i've fed you guys, hasn't it? soooo, of course, to please my lovely readers, there is smut in this chapter! KINK WARNINGS; light bondage (use of handcuffs & a blindfold), praising, and mommy kink since y'all love switch eren so much, & ofc, dom y/n. gentle remind that this IS just fanfiction. this is not me in any way trying to say sexual assault victims "get over" their assault this quickly. everyone deals with sexual assault differently, but it's not something that just "goes away" (even if Colt is dead). both eren & y/n consent to this multiple times (obviously, but js). enjoy, brats!*

*updated A/N; someone who speaks greek helped me change the title, so it's fixed now! :)*

"Eren? What are you doing here?" you ask.
"I wanted... to see you." Eren responds.
"But... shouldn't you be in the hospital? Like, in cabin two?"
"Yeah. But I convinced Zeke to let me go." Eren says.

You stare at Eren, and he stares right back.
"Can I come in, please?" Eren asks. You let out a low sigh, nodding and moving your body to let him in. He walks in, closing the door behind him.

"I'm going... to get in the shower. You stay here. Don't touch a damn thing." you say. You quickly race up the stairs, unsure of how you're feeling inside.
"He's here... but why? He should be getting medical help... I need to think before I talk to him." You get out of the clothes you're wearing, quickly seeking a towel and wrapping it over your body. You close the bathroom door.

You turn on the faucet of the shower, waiting for it to heat up. You remove your towel, stepping in the shower. You close your eyes, letting the hot water hit your face, getting your hair and the rest of your body wet.

"I've been waiting for you, sweetheart."
"You must miss getting fucked, right?"
"Not even a little foreplay, sweetheart? I remember how good your mouth felt."
"You're overdressed for the occasion, don't you think?"
"Would you rather see y/n get her throat fucked by me?"
"I'm gonna have some fun with you."

Your eyes shoot open, your heart about to leap out of your chest. You feel... dirty. You rub your hands all over your body, trying to get the feeling of Colt off of your body. You grab soap, scrubbing every inch of yourself, even the places Colt didn't touch.

"Get off, get off of me." you think to yourself. You can feel Colt's hands still on your body, unconsentually grabbing your breasts, tracing his disgusting fingertips over your torso, reaching for your bra clip. You can't escape him. He may be dead, but his unwanted touch still lingers.

"Off, off, off." You hold back your tears as you scrub yourself harder.
"He won't leave... I can still feel him..." Through watery eyes, you catch a glimpse of the razor in the bathroom. You swallow thickly as you stare at it.
"Cut him out. Cut his touch out of you."

It has been a full five days since you last self harmed. You quickly grab the razor, prepared to end that streak of sobriety. You place your leg up on the shower ledge, not even hesitating for a moment before you slice your thigh.

"Get out." you think to yourself. It feels almost painless. It's hard for you to put into words, but you see the blood that begins to pour as Colt's touch. Slowly leaving your body, never to be touched by him again.

You cut yourself another time, three, four, five, six... You stare at your blood covered thigh coldly, not feeling anything towards it.
"Leave." But you know, you know that this doesn't help anything. You try to set yourself free, letting everything horrible pour out of your thigh. But it doesn't go away.