#jaeger

The Jaegers are an allegory for the things we can't do alone without burning ourselves out. Yeah, it's possible to pilot a Jaeger solo for awhile. But nobody can last the whole fight. If you try, you will collapse under the strain sooner or later. You will die.

18+

he’s been teasing you all day.

from the second you open your eyes, his large hand slides over your hip and squeezes your ass gently, pulling you back against him.

“happy valentine’s day, baby,” he murmurs, voice thick with sleep, that deep morning rasp that always does something to you.

“happy valentine’s day, rennie…” you mumble into his chest, trying to act annoyed even though you’re smiling.

he kisses the top of your head, but surprisingly, he lets you shower alone. which is shocking, considering he’s usually the type to follow you in “just to save water” and turn it into something else entirely.

he makes up for it, though.

when you step out wrapped in a towel, he’s sitting on the edge of the bed scrolling on his phone. the second he looks up and sees you, his jaw tightens just a little.

“c’mere,” he says, holding out his hand.

you turn around so he can help you with lotion, and his hands are warm as he rubs coconut body oil into your back. slow. careful. his thumbs press into your skin, muscles flexing under his t-shirt as he massages you like he has all the time in the world.

“you’re so tense,” he mutters, leaning closer. “you stress too much.”

“and whose fault is that?” you shoot back.

he just smirks.

by the time it’s dinner, he’s cleaned up stupidly well. black button-down, sleeves rolled to his forearms, hair tied back in a low bun. effortless. like he didn’t spend twenty minutes pretending he didn’t care.

he drives with one hand on the wheel, the other resting on your thigh, his thumb drawing lazy circles just high enough to make you lose focus.

“eyes on the road,” you say.

“they are,” he replies casually, squeezing your thigh once.

when you get to the restaurant, he’s quick to get out and open your door before you can even reach for the handle.

“relax,” he murmurs, offering his hand. “i got you.”

inside, he gives the hostess the reservation under “jaeger,” and his hand settles naturally on your hip while you’re led to your table. possessive, but subtle. like it belongs there.

when the menus come, he leans back in his chair, watching you instead of reading his own.

“what are you feeling, princess?” he asks, resting his chin on his hand.

“maybe steak. or lobster,” you say, glancing up at him.

there’s a small smile in his eyes, soft but knowing.

“get both,” he says. “today's all about you”

dinner is easy. comfortable. he listens when you talk about your classes, laughs when you complain about your professor, brushes his fingers over your hand under the table like he can’t not touch you.

when dessert comes around, you flip through the menu again.

“you think you’d like the crème brûlée?” you ask.

he looks at you with that look. the one that makes your stomach drop a little.

“i’ll eat whatever you pick for me,” he says, voice low and warm. “long as i get you after.”

you kick him under the table, but you’re smiling.

when the check comes, he doesn’t even look at it. just pulls out his card and hands it over. it’s way over $200, but he doesn’t blink.

“eren—” you start.

he shakes his head. “it’s fine.”

outside, you thank him softly, and he kisses your temple like it’s nothing. like taking care of you is just… normal.

the drive home is quieter. not awkward. just heavy with something unspoken. the low hum of the radio, tires against gravel, his hand back on your thigh again.

this time, higher.

when you get home, he opens the door for you, but the second you step inside, something shifts.

he locks the door behind him.

you barely make it down the hallway before he’s lifting you up, hands firm on your thighs. you gasp, laughing quietly as he carries you to the bedroom.

the door shuts behind him.

he sets you down on the bed, hovering over you, eyes darker now. no teasing smile. just heat.

“i’ve been waiting all day for this,” he murmurs, fingers brushing the zipper of your dress.

the dress slides off your shoulders and lands on the floor.

his lips ghost over your jaw.

his pants join your dress on the floor, and his hands settle on your waist like he’s memorizing you.

“i’m gonna show you how bad i’ve needed you,” he says quietly.

eren took his briefs off, revealing his already stiffened cock. eren teased your clit with his cock, before slipping inside your velvety walls.

he winced quietly as your cunt sunk him into you. “could never get tired of this” eren mumbled, adjusting his hands firm on your thighs as he held them up to your chest.

eren analyzed your face, watching as you struggled to take his cock. your eyebrows knitting together everytime his tip flushed against your cervix.

“ngh! so deep, eren” your words slurred, drunk on that familiar sensation forming in your abdomen.

you felt yourself becoming a mess. whining and pleading for him to fill you up

his motions came to and end for a slight moment. eren fixed you onto his lap, groaning out strings of cuss words as your soaking cunt swallowed him whole.

“go ahead mama, ride me like you want it” eren left a wet kiss to your neck. you braced yourself with the help of his broad shoulders and began to rock back and forth on his erecting cock

eren’s hands gripped onto your thighs, his fingers digging into your skin, his mouth latching onto your neck.

“gonna cum in this pretty pussy” eren thrusted sloppily upwards into your cunt. “fuck! need it so bad” you whined into his neck.

eren grabbed a fistful of your hair, making you look into his eyes as he ruined you. “you wanna cum?” eren bit his lip, watching you pout your lips and lazily nod your head.

“use your words, princess” your cunt squeezed around him just from the nickname he called you.

“y-yesss” your eyes watered as you felt your high approaching. a loud moan ripped through your throat as eren’s seed filled your puffy cunt.

“f-fuck i love you” eren let out a small laugh, kissing you.

For a lot of the props, check out Alexandre Hubert's Artstation portfolio where he's posted weapons he's made: Coyle's cattle prod, Franco's Lupara, Big Grunt's axe, Guard's revolver, Hard Grunt's claw. You'll also find the following items: Batteries, Antidotes, Syringes, Rig Rechargers, X-Ray Rig, Stun Rig, Mines, Door Traps, and the saw used in Cleanse The Orphans.

For a handful of outfits, check out Sushan Manandhar's Artstation.

For concept art, check out Hugo Richard's profile. List of characters he's done concept art for: Leland Coyle, Franco Barbi, Mother Gooseberry, Otto and Aurora Kress, Emily Barlow, Cornelius Noakes, Scientists, Guards, and various Ex-Pop.

For close-ups of character models, let me refer you to the actual artist behind them: William Jobin. On his profile you'll find closeups of the following characters: Leland Coyle, Franco Barbi, Big Grunt, Henrietta, Grunts, Night Hunter, Jaeger, and Scientists.

For Liliya's character model (along with a few more reagent outfits), check out Ziyang Tan's Artstation.

For details shots of certain trial environments, look no further than Remi C on Artstation. There, you'll find the courthouse and the fun park. What you'll also find on his page are the corpse models used in trials like Punish the Miscreants.

If you were looking for a very specific reference of Leland Coyle's patchy beard, I suppose you can. Just click here. On their page, you'll also find a plethora of ingame outfits.

Here's a link to the original marketing poster with the three reagents, made by Vlad Marica.

For the drill and music player from the cinematic trailer, here's Marko Ralcic's Artstation.