Both of them ??✧
Plot: They came to comfort you.
A/N: Suggestive??
The cramped cabin felt suffocatingly claustrophobic as you huddled trembling in the corner, tears streaking silently down your flushed cheeks.
Echoes of your fallen comrades' dying screams reverberated through your mind's frantic, panicked spiral.
Eren - that twisted embodiment of rage and hatred incarnate - unleashed untold horrors upon the world.
Countless dead beneath a merciless stampede of Titans set on rendering humanity extinct. All over some misguided bid for twisted vengeance.
And now, you teetered on the razor's edge of that genocidal abyss alongside your remaining friends.
One wrong move, one faltering of conviction...was all it would take to get swept over into that ravenous maw of obliteration right alongside Eren's monstrous ambitions.
Hot, stinging droplets splashed from beneath your tightly-squeezed lids as you buried your face in your knees.
Just...why had everything gone so horrifically awry?
A metallic groan heralded the cabin door swinging open with an ominous creak. You flinched instinctively, shoulders hunching defensively as those cloying shadows spilled across the floor towards your curled form.
Until two deeply familiar, gruff voices sliced through the keening misery ricocheting endlessly within your skull.
"Hey, kiddo. You alright over there?"
Steeling your composure through shuddering inhales, you dragged the heels of your palms across your cheeks before glancing up at the striking figures framed by the threshold's bleak lighting.
Jean and Reiner gazed down with matching masks of grim resolution - all taut jawlines squared with stubborn fortitude masking the softness simmering in those slate and honey irises.
A marked departure from the roguish, incandescent youths once hell-bent on proving themselves amidst those carefree military training days in the sun.
Lean muscle solidified by battlefields replacing wiry boyish forms, chiseled features sharpened by years of combat severity into something inhumanly statuesque.
Even the unkempt stubble misting matching jawlines lent some wild, rogue charm belying their hardened edges.
All at once, you registered a searing pang twist through your core quite differently from the anguish clenching it mere moments prior.
It smoldered hot and insistent, quickening your pulse until you felt dizzy and curiously feverish despite the chill swaddling the tiny cabin.
Whoa...when did they get so...?
Your mind faltered lamely through the haze of adrenaline and lust thrumming white-hot through your veins like heady liquor.
Heat blossomed undeniably in your cheeks as sordid thoughts scattered your reeling focus.
"I'm...I'm f-fine!" you squeaked, dropping your gaze with a violent shake of your head.
As if harboring notions that sordid involving two of your closest comrades wasn't depravity itself.
The very idea of pleasuring not one but both those towering, battle-hewn Adonic specimens spurred viscous, all-too-vivid fantasies to swamp your psyche.
Fevered daydreams where every lascivious hunger, every illicit friction, every indecent cry got magnified tenfold by the unholy prospect of being sandwiched between their bulging musculatures.
You silently reprimanded yourself through labored breaths, willing the sinful deluge corrupting your senses away through sheer force.
Until Reiner planted one massive paw squarely on your shoulder, fingertips sinking into the taut cords of muscle there.
"Don't give us that bullshit," the hulking warrior growled, blonde stubble swaying with the rippling motion of his voice. His honeyed irises lashed by pale lids bored into yours with blazing, unshakable intensity.
"We're way past hiding shit from each other."
"That's right," Jean chimed in, mirroring Reiner's steely countenance.
His slender fingers brushed the stray tendrils matted to your sweat-sheened brow with startling tenderness.
"So talk to us - either of us, or both. You know it's okay to unload on your fellow soldiers for once."
The simple weight of their voices - deep, gritty ravers caressing over every syllable with such unspoken affection and care - proved your undoing.
Unleashing a deluge of scorching, mortifying yearning pooling liquid-hot in your loins with a disconcerting pulse.
Oh Fuck...These sinful thoughts...how is this even possible right now? About them of all people. After everything we've been through?!
Yet as maddening lucidity trickled back into your lust-glazed eyes, confirming the lusty sparks mirrored amidst Jean and Reiner's equally molten expressions, you realized something profound.
You craved this unorthodox outlet. The ultimate intimate submission, the total escape into primitive bliss beyond reason or complication or crushing stakes.
To shatter apart completely in your beloved brothers' loving, capable hands like surrogate messiahs ferrying your shattered spirit into ecstasy's sanctum reprieve.
Mutely, you nodded before surging to your feet - backing away on wobbling legs until your shoulders bumped the cabin's reinforced wall.
Two pairs of searing gazes speared you to the spot, radiating the same furnace of scintillating energy that pulsed through your veins and ached between your thighs.
Heartbeats stampeding in your ears, a hyper-awareness sharpened your vision onto every tantalizing detail.
How Reiner's broad chest ballooned with undulating breaths, eyes glittering with primal promise.
How Jean dragged his tongue along the plush curvature of his lower lip, leaving it slicked and swollen in unconscious temptation.
Fuck. They want this too. Really, really want it.
Gasping aloud at the delicious epiphany, you watched blithe and expectant as both demigods surged forward - powerful strides unwavering and unbroken.
Gaits predatory yet betraying no urgency nor aggression, just the promise of total unhurried obliteration upon celestial impact.
Two behemoth silhouettes consumed you within their intersecting, heated eclipses, blotting out reality altogether.
Fingers splayed against your rain-slicked window of separation, breath quickening until the first feverish graze of Reiner's searching fingertips scorched across your jugular...only to freeze in tandem with Jean's insistent tug at your chin as a familiar voice echoed through the hall beyond.
"Hey guys? Where'd you all run off t-- oh, there you are! Got a second?"
Armin's curious tenor crashed through the thickened veil like a bucketful of ice water extinguishing smoldering embers.
All three of you snapped back with a violent, breathless jolt.
Gulping audibly, you averted your eyes and hastily mumbled some excuse about needing air before bolting from the oppressive cabin confines.
Footfalls ringing out against hollow steel, you fled the unbearable, unresolved tension blazing in your wake alongside the feverish maelstrom of unrequited, sinfully fervid hunger threatening to chew you asunder from within.
