𝐆𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐩 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐅𝐚𝐬𝐭 ᝰ 𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐉𝐚𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐫

the boy who stopped the rumbling

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❝friends❞, chase atlantic
↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺ 1:35 ───ㅇ───── 3:47

Ever smelled death? 

It's a sickly sweet, almost cloying scent, the kind that wraps itself around your senses and refuses to let go. It's like you're inhaling something rancid, something horrendous, but there's a strange allure to it—a pull that's as repulsive as it is mesmerizing. 

The sweetness lingers in the back of your throat, mixed with a hint of salt, like the remnants of tears shed for something lost, something irrevocably gone. 

Kissing Eren felt like that—an overwhelming sweetness that was intoxicating yet terrifying, pulling you in despite the lurking sense of doom. His lips against yours carried the same duality, a pleasure so intense it bordered on pain, as if you were teetering on the edge of something beautiful and dangerous. 

The taste of him was addictive, like the sweetness of decay, laced with the knowledge that something in you was dying even as something else was being born. 

It was the kind of kiss that left you breathless, heart pounding, knowing you'd crossed a line you could never uncross. And just like the scent of death, it stayed with you, haunting you, lingering long after you'd pulled away, a reminder that nothing would ever be the same again. 

His hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer with a firm, unyielding grip that spoke volumes of his desire. One of your hands tangled in his hair, your fingers curling into the soft strands as if you could anchor yourself to the intensity of the moment. The other rested on his forearm, feeling the tension in his muscles, the restrained power he held in check for your sake.  

When your lips first met his, the kiss was tender, almost hesitant. He kissed you so sweetly, as if you were made of glass, and he was terrified of shattering you. His gentle touch was incredible, each brush of his lips against yours a careful caress, filled with a fear of losing you, of this moment slipping through his fingers. It was as if he was afraid that if he pressed too hard, you would break, and he would be left alone again.

But then, something shifted. His grip on your waist tightened, his hand moving to the side of your jaw, tilting your head upwards to deepen the kiss. The sweetness of before was replaced with something more primal, more possessive. 

Eren kissed you like he owned you, like you were his and no one else's, and he needed to make sure you knew it.

Both your heads moved frantically, whipping from side to side, desperate to deepen the kiss, desperate to intertwine your souls together. The kiss was wild, unrestrained, filled with a longing that bordered on desperation. You could feel the hunger in the way his lips moved against yours, the way his hands held you so close it felt like he was trying to fuse you into him. 

It was a kiss that left you breathless, your mind spinning, your heart racing. A kiss that made you feel like you were standing on the edge of something vast and terrifying, and the only thing keeping you grounded was the feeling of his lips on yours, the way he held you as if you were the most precious thing in the world.

Fuck.

He bit your bottom lip, a sharp yet gentle tug that sent a jolt of electricity through your entire body. A soft whine escaped your lips, the sound barely audible but enough to make everything in him ignite. The heat between you intensified, his touch, his presence, everything overwhelming and all-consuming. 

Soft pants were released into his mouth, mingling with his breath, each exhale a shared secret of the fervor that built between you. 

You swore you could see feel storm strike you. You swore you could practically see a giant, looming creature hovering above you. Grabbing onto a wall. Crushing it beneath it's giant fingers. Like the weight of this kiss was slowly crushing your resolve.