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the scouts
roommate eren x f!reader
eren’s hometown friends have a lot to say. vis a vis you.
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content warning: galliard slander, irritable bowel syndrome, mikasa don’t gaf, connie and sasha are thieves, lying??, carla yeager being a sunshine, eren being a cheeky little shit, laxatives
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“There’s no way in fucking hell you called me about this. I am a grown man, with a child. I’m above stupid shit like this.”
“Fuck you, Galliard. Pieck would help me with this, you know that.”
“Then call her. I’m going to block you.”
“You don’t think I tried that? I would never willingly talk to you, like ever. Please, Galliard, just tell me what to do.”
“Twerp, you’re giving him a necklace, not proposing marriage. You’re not going to look desperate if you walk to a fucking soccer field and just to give it to him.”
“Okay. Are you sure?”
“I’m hanging up now.”
“Like really. You’re not just saying that, are you?”
“Don’t call me unless you’re dying. And even then, you better have tried every other person you know before you ever dial this number again.”
Static. Fucking asshole hung up on you.
Eren has a soccer game today. He’d let you know early on in the week that he wouldn’t be here to make breakfast for you on Friday because his family and a few of his hometown friends were coming to watch the game. Apparently, this game was a really big deal - some type of rivalry type thing with another university.
You weren’t going. Obviously. You had stopped going the second Hitch took your jersey, because it was too embarrassing to think about going now. I mean what are you even supposed to wear now? And what’s the point of going if Eren’s with her and she’s going to be there?
Yet here you are, waiting in the line outside of the stadium. Everyone around you is decked out - forest green shirts, face paint, streamers - and you can already tell that this game is way more intense than the ones you had been to. In the past, it would be you and maybe five other people in the stands, spread out doing homework. But this game looks like it’s going to be packed.
All the more reason to do this.
to jean-boy
you: hey. are you at the game today?
jean-boy: yeah. on the field with min. they’re all warming up.
you: i didn’t realize this game would be such a big deal lol.
jean-boy: yeah. I think everyone’s kind of anxious. eren hasn’t made a single goal all morning and he’s getting more pissed each time he tries
you: doesn’t help that he left his necklace at home
jean-boy: the key necklace? did you bring it?
you: yeah. that’s why im here. i remember he said something about like he always loses games or gets hurt or something when he doesn’t wear it. thought i’d bring it so i don’t have to help him to the toilet when he breaks his legs or smth.
jean-boy: meet me in the back. ill let you in so you can give it to him.
You awkwardly wait in the back of the stadium, teetering on your heels as you wait for Jean. You’re just giving him his necklace. It doesn’t mean anything. He won’t know that you like him because you’re just giving him his good luck charm. You’re being a good friend. Anyone in your position would do this.
“Hey.”
“Hi Jean.”
“What are you wearing?”
You look down, only now paying attention to the outfit that you were wearing. You didn’t think it was that bad - black jeans and a blue cardigan.
“Why? What’s wrong with it?”
“You wore the rival's colors.”
“Okay? Arrest me, Jean.”
“No, it’s like a thing. You can’t wear the rival's colors. Armin and Eren are going to make you change the second you get on the field.”
“You guys are so superstitious. It’s just a shirt.”
He shakes his head as you both walk through the door, pacing across the turf as he sets out to look for Eren. All the players are running on the field, kicking balls in between each other, hitting them into the nets. You spot Eren at the end, his head in his hands as he talks to Armin on the side.
“Hey. Found him. You can go back, I’ll just give it to him and leave.”
He nods, leaving your side as you make your way over there. You walk up just in time to catch the end of Armin and Eren’s conversation, your ears burning. You shouldn’t have come.
“How do you know you love Annie? Because, sometimes I think I love her, Armin.”
You can pretend like that one didn’t sting. You clear your throat, the two of them turning their backs to look at you. You watch Eren’s eyes nearly boggle out of their sockets as Armin drops the water bottle he was holding, at the sight of you standing there. Armin awkwardly walks away as Eren walks up, his eyes still flashing in shock.
“What are you doing here?”
“What happened to hello? How are you? My name is?”
“How much did you hear?”
“None of it. Did I miss something important?”
You see his shoulders relax, pushing out a sigh of relief. First he calls you his best friend and then he can’t even tell you he thinks he might love Hitch?
“Yeah, you almost heard about my murder plot. It all started that fateful day, when I let you move into my apartment.”
“That was months ago. Surely the opportunity must have presented itself. Knife to the back in the shower…smack me across the head with a frying pan…”
“I’m playing the long game. You’ll never see it coming.”
You both laugh, with you rolling your eyes as the silence settles around you too. You can see the stands filling up at your sides, the anticipation building in the stadium.
“Um so-”
“What are you wearing, Y/N?”
“We’re not doing this, Eren.”
“You have to change. Like now.”
“I’m not walking around in my tank top, Eren. It’s cold. And I’ll leave anyway, I just came to give you this.”
You hold the key necklace up, dangling it between the two of your faces. You watch his eyes light up as he takes the necklace from your hands. He then cups your face in his hand and presses a kiss to your fucking forehead, before putting his arms around you and spinning you in the air.
“Oh my fucking god, thank you. You brilliant, brilliant girl. Thank you, thank you, thank you. I’ve been missing goals all morning.”
Your brain is malfunctioning. You’ve literally picked up Eren from parties in the dead of the night and he’s barely even said thank you when you did that. This is all it takes? A fucking necklace and he gives you a forehead kiss?
He sets you down, still flashing you a bigger than big smile as he latches the necklace on.
“You’re not missing goals because you weren’t wearing the necklace.”
“Yes. I was. We’re not having this argument right now, especially when you’re wearing that. I have something you can wear.”
You hear Armin walk up, holding two jerseys in his hand.
“Way ahead of you. She can wear mine or yours. Everyone else put their spares in their lockers already.”
“Mine. Thanks Armin.”
“Don’t tell me you believe in this too, Armin?”
“Just put it on. If you don’t, Eren will blame you if the game goes wrong.”
Armin walks away, leaving the two of you standing again. Eren’s holding the jersey out in front of you, waiting for you to put it on.
“Full disclosure. I will blame it on you, if we lose kitty.”
“It’s just a color.”
“No. No, it’s the principle. Think about it. My girl can’t be wearing the rival colors on our sides of the stands. That’s just a bad omen..like we’re asking to lose the game or something.”
My girl.
“I’m leaving, Eren. I just came to give you the necklace.”
He puts his hands on your waist, spinning you around to turn you towards the stadium, where everyone was sitting. He leaves one hand on there, his other sliding down to your wrist.
“What are you doing?”
He lifts your hand up, shaking it in front of the stadium.
“This isn’t the time for a puppet show, Eren.”
“Look at the second row, towards the middle.”
You squint your eyes, scanning the entire row. And then you fucking see it. Eren’s parents and his brother. He’s making you wave at them. And they’re doing it back, nearly jumping to return the gesture.
“Eren.”
He spins you back around and he fucking smirks at you.
“You waved at them. Now, they’re going to expect you to go sit with them. For the entire game, mind you. Meaning you’re staying, so you should put it on.”
Asshole.
“Unless you want to leave my mom hanging?”
“Give me the jersey, Eren.”
He flashes you a winning smile, clearly delighted with his victory. You unbutton the ends of the cardigan, slipping it off and switching it with Eren’s jersey. He reaches forward, pulling out the ends of your hair that were tucked into the jersey as you smooth it against your clothes.
“So.”
“So.”
“Win your game or whatever. Without the help of your stupid necklace.”
“Planning on it, peaches. Necklace and all.”
He pokes the side of your cheek and flashes you one last smile as he runs back onto the field, right in front of the goal. You watch as he centers the ball in front of him, kicking it into the net on the first try. He turns to the side, pointing at you after making the goal, as he mouths four words.
I told you so.
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You tap Zeke on the shoulder, the three of them turning their heads towards you.
“Hi. Mind if I sit with you guys?”
The three of them jump up - Grisha shaking your hand very excitedly, Zeke crushing you in a hug, and Carla cupping your face in her hands, pressing a kiss on both of your cheeks.
So this is where Eren gets it from.
“We’re so excited you came, sweet girl. We were hoping you would find your way over here when we saw you on the field.”
You nod, Carla squeezing your hands in hers (another thing Eren gets from her, you’re sure of it). You settle in the seat next to Zeke, brushing your sweaty palms against the ends of your pants. You can see the game is starting as they all take their places on the field, Eren giving the four of you one last wave. You look at the group of people seated directly to your right, the four of them waving back at him too.
And then you remember. Eren’s hometown friends came down to watch his game.
You take in the sight of the four of them. You can recognize the girl at the end, farthest from you. Mikasa - Eren’s childhood best friend, the two of them and Armin were inseparable. The two in the middle you recognize as well, from the polaroid that Eren had in his wallet. They’re both arguing with each other - with him pulling her hair and her elbowing him in the sides. The fourth boy is entirely unrecognizable to you - broad shoulders, short, messy blonde hair.
You tap him on the shoulder.
“Hi. You’re one of Eren’s hometown friends, right? My name is Y/N. I’m his roommate.”
At the sound of this, the four of them turn their heads, turning to face you.
“His roommate? Since when?”
“Yeah. We’ve been living together since the start of the semester.”
“Reiner, there’s no way in hell right? He kept going on and on about how he was going to finally have a bachelor pad this semester.”
“There’s no fucking way. He literally hated having a roommate. Remember when he threw up on Samuel’s bed on purpose when he was drunk?”
Mental note, Reiner’s the one with the blonde hair. The three of them turn their heads towards Mikasa, who's still watching the game. You’re not sure when she showed up, but Annie’s sitting at her side - the two of them linking their arms together as they sit. Right. She must already know Mikasa since her and Armin have been dating for a while.
“Mikasa. Did you know about this?”
“He may have mentioned it once or twice to me, Connie.”
Buzzed hair is Connie. Connie and the girl in the middle open up the space between them, gesturing for the two of you to sit between them. You don’t miss the look they give each other as you sit down, the two of them smiling deviously.
“I’m Sasha.”
“And I’m Connie.”
“It’s nice to meet you guys, really.”
They both smile, linking their arms with yours as they start staring at you more intently.
“Say. Do you mind answering a few questions for us?”
“Sure.”
“How did Eren become your roommate?”
“I kind of had these sucky roommates last semester. They kind of didn’t mention that they didn’t want to room with me anymore so I kind of switched around at staying at my friends place while I tried to look for an apartment. I couldn’t find one after a week and I met Eren at Armin’s and he offered.”
You watch the three of them, Reiner leaning over now, widening their eyes at you.
“He offered? To house you, a woman, another person, in his apartment, willingly?”
“I mean, I think so? I think he might have felt bad or something. I’m not really sure why he did it.”
“I might have an idea.”
At Reiner’s comment, the three of them start giggling, like they’re all in on some joke you’re not quite sure of.
“Do you like Taylor Swift, Y/N?”
“I do, Connie. Is it that obvious?”
You feel Connie shaking your arm, nearly jumping out of his seat.
“Me too. What’s your favorite album? Favorite song? Folklore or Evermore?”
“Probably, Reputation. For the song, I think maybe Sweet Nothing? And definitely Evermore over here.”
Reiner reaches over and smacks Connie on the back of the neck, mentioning he was getting off track. Off track of what?
“Say. Have you ever…played Taylor Swift for Eren or something?”
“Um, not exactly playing it for him but I kind of have a tendency to sing in the shower sometimes. But also, he did willingly watch the Reputation Stadium Tour without me prompting him to, so I think it’s growing on him.”
At this, Connie and Sasha lean over, their faces a few feet from yours.
“I fucking knew it. That playlist is about you.”
“What playlist?”
You watch Reiner pull out his phone, opening out his Spotify app. The three of them are still smirking - the same way Eren did when he trapped you into staying at the game.
He hands you Eren’s Spotify profile, with exactly one playlist on it, called peaches. The picture is the one from when you and Eren went to see Kenny in the city, only your hands in view as you pet the cat the two of you saw on the street.
You scroll through the playlist, with well over a hundred songs - most of them being Taylor Swift. They are organized by album, a few songs picked out from each one. Meaning, Eren went through each album and picked out the songs that he liked. Just because you said you liked Taylor Swift. I mean, it did have to be about you. It is called peaches.
“So. Is it about you?”
“Uh, yeah. I think so, Connie. Those are my hands. And he calls me peaches, because of my shampoo.”
Mikasa leans over, interjecting in the conversation.
“Did he make you switch it? The shampoo?”
“Uh, no. I think he likes it?”
“Hm.”
Mikasa leans back, sharing a look with Sasha.
“Is that a big deal or something, Connie?”
“Kind of. Eren got really bad food poisoning from some peach flavored concoction Reiner made him once in high school. The smell makes him want to like vomit.”
“It wasn’t a concoction, it was a protein shake. How was I supposed to know that dragon fruit was basically a laxative?”
“We all told you. Like six times.” the three of them respond, rolling their eyes.
Sasha and Connie unlink their arms from yours, turning their attention back to the game. The four of them interject once in a while, lost in their own conversations, but your head is still buzzing from the one that you had with them.
Eren has a playlist. That he made for you. He spent hours probably - listening to each song, picking out the ones he liked.
“Say. Did Eren ever mention us?”
“Hm. Well, I knew about Mikasa - Armin and Eren have both mentioned her. And I’ve seen a picture of the two of you before, Eren has one in his wallet. But no Reiner, never mentioned you.”
“We have his wallet.”
Reiner taps Zeke on the shoulder and pockets the wallet from him. Sasha and Connie reach over, pulling out the dollar bills first - equally dividing the cash between the five of you and stuffing her share in her pocket - before returing it to Reiner, who pulls out both polaroids.
This is when you realize your mistake. Because the polaroid of you kissing his cheek is still in his fucking wallet. You watch Reiner pull it out and hold it out in front of Connie and Sasha, the two of them shaking you in their arms as they all scream in your ears.
“You guys are so cute! We fucking knew it. When did you start dating?”
At the sound of that, you see Carla turn her head out of the corner of her eyes, slightly shuffling over to see what you two are talking about. And then your mistake gets even worse. Because then Carla runs over, kissing you twice on the cheeks again and literally bursting out of happiness at the news.
“Oh, I’m so happy for you two. I knew something was going on. And I even told Eren, he better get a move on because a girl like you doesn’t stay single for long.”
“You would be shocked, Mrs.Yeager.”
She takes her hands into yours, squeezing twice again. Fucking Yeagers and their hand squeezing. It’s almost impossible not to like them.
“Take care of our boy, okay?. He’s really sensitive and emotional, which I’m sure you know already but he means well. Really. And let him take care of you too. He’s told me that you’re a little bit more closed off at times, but he would never hurt you. He cares about you, so so much. It’s you two, on the same side, always.”
And you can’t do it. You can’t tell her the truth because…she’s just so excited. So happy for the two of you. The way she’s holding your hands in hers, kissing your cheeks, doting over you. She’s so excited that it’s you. You don’t want to be the one to tell her that her son has no interest in you.
So you don’t.
“I will. Take care of him, I mean.”
She smiles widely again, crushing you in your arms as he gives you another hug.
Now you have to find Eren. And tell him that you just told your mom that the two of you are dating.
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You find him at half-time, outside the locker room. He’s lying on the bench with two of his teammates, ice packs pressed to each of his foreheads.
“Ren?”
He immediately sits up at the sound of your voice, pulling the ice pack off his head as he stands up. He gestures towards the walkway, the two of you walking back down to the stadium.
“Everything okay, kitty?”
“Uh. I might have messed up.”
He stops, turning to face you.
“What did you do?”
“Promise you won’t be mad, Ren?”
“I could never be mad at you. You know that.”
Right. Okay. Just tell him. That’s when you start rambling.
“Well. I met your friends - they’re really nice. Connie and Sasha stole some of your money, though. And Reiner was basically telling me about how he gave you Irritable Bowel Syndrome with a peach smoothie he made you, which is weird because you call me peaches but they were insisting that you hate them. Right, so I told them that you keep a polaroid of them in your wallet - because it’s so cute and I would want to know if I was them - and then they pulled your wallet out and the other polaroid was still in there. And then your mom saw and she was just being so…so sweet that I didn’t have the heart to tell her we weren’t really together.”
He’s staring you down. Green eyes, forehead scrunched up, lips in a straight line. Stop paying attention to his fucking lips.
“So. Let me get this straight. You told my mom that…we were dating?”
“Yes.”
“That’s it?”
“What?
“I thought you killed someone or something. That’s not a big deal.”
“How is that not a big deal? I just lied to your mother. And told her that we were dating.”
“Yeah. I’d probably do the same thing if I was in your position. She probably gave you that whole lecture right, about how we need to take care of each other, how I’m all sensitive and emotional?”
You’ve got to be kidding me.
“Yeah. How’d you know?
“She gave me the same one after she met you. Even I didn’t have the heart to tell her I wasn’t dating you. I just told her I liked you, that’s all.”
“Oh. Okay. I was like freaking out about it.”
He locks his fingers with yours, squeezing twice as the two of you continue to slowly walk.
“It’s okay. I’ll deal with her. She just really likes you, that’s all. They all do.”
“Okay. You sure it’s okay? You’re not secretly mad at me right?”
He looks over, giving you a lopsided grin, the one that makes your heart skip a beat.
“Really, kitty. I could never be mad at you. And I know you. There’s nothing nefarious going on up here.”
He takes his fingers, tapping on your forehead.
“How do you know? This could all be a part of my secret plot to be the new Mrs. Yeager.”
“Bullshit.”
You nudge into him, making him stumble to the side as you both make it to the front of the stadium.
“And why’s that?”
“Because. You wouldn’t need a secret plot if that’s what you wanted.”
He taps the end of your nose before lifting the bar to run back on the field to finish the game, leaving you more confused than when you arrived here.
Stupid Galliard. He always gives terrible advice.
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Modern College Student/Gf Mikasa Ackerman Headcanons
Armin Version: Here Eren Version: Here
scary goth girl that everyone is too scared to talk to but secretly crushes on
psychology major bc I think she had a tough childhood and wants to better understand trauma / help others
somwhere in the middle between Armin and Erin when it comes to academics
like I don't think she is as intense about grades as Armin is, but I also don't think she's as laidback about school as Eren
moderately studies throughout the week, but it's just basic note taking and chapter reading, i don't think she's afraid to miss a few classes though if she feels like it
only really crams and does all-nighters right before an exam if she thinks she needs it
i think she wears men cologne and deodorant and it fits her soo well, idk how to describe it but she smells powerful but comforting at the same time?
maybe like woodsy with strong notes of vanilla and cashmere
loves a black cold brew: no creamer, foam or sugar like she's so intense that way
i think she's that one cool girl who always walks into class like a few minutes late with a hot resting bitch face, AirPods in and a cold brew in hand
tall girl and I think her height is prob her fave feature about herself, like I can see her wearing more heeled boots or platforms to exaggerate it
wears lots of black and hardly any makeup besides some light eyeliner most days
doesn't talk alot unless she fr knows you, i think most people would just hear her say "here" for attendenace and that's it
doesn't go to parties unless she has to
I think think she'll only go to watch eren and armin. she knows eren loves to go overboard and armin will most likely get distracted so she takes it upon herself to be the sober one watching everyone's drinks
def a girls girl like if she sees another female in an uncomfortable situation shes jumping in, no questions asked
i can see her working out with eren so in my mind shes ripped too and yeah...most guys don't fuck with her
has a cute lil skincare routine, only has like a three step process tho since I think she has naturally good skin
she secretly loves facemasks tho and doing her nails with armin as rewards for studying lol
I think out of the main three mikasa would have the most instagram followers, which is so funny bc she doesn't know why she's so popular?
I just think her aesthetic and vibe is very cool, if her account is set to public she would quickly get a lil following
lots of secret admires with this one, men and woman alike
I can see her being BI or Pan too so like that's very conveient
other than armin and eren, I think Mikasa would be besties with Yimir and Sasha
i can see them going to concerts together, shopping, late night drives, getting food (at sasha's demand lol) like i think they'd be a chill lil trio
views eren and armin as brother figures btw, gets grossed out when people ask if shes dating them
obviously a very protective friend
the type of freind whose like "what's their name" when you tell her you're seeing someone new and within an hour Mikasa will have an entire report on where they went to school, all their exes, hobbies, pets, address, ect.
I can see her getting a masters tbh, I def think armin would talk her into it so I think they would be grad school buddies while eren finishes his BA (he'll lag behind them a year or two since he changed his major so much anyway)
Loves cats and I think she'd have one or two if armin and eren are cool with it
I think she would have a few tatooes and piercings, but very subtle ones she can hide since I think as a psychologist she'd want to be taken seriously
music taste is kinda stuck in middle school tbh, still loves my chemical romance with a passion
I don't think she'd smoke weed or drink
^^ not that she has anything against it but i think she just hates the feeling of not being in complete control of herself so she stays away from things like that
never gets sick? it's actually medically fascinating
Overall she's that one quiet girl in class who looks scary but is a sweethear and everyon'es dying to be friends with
As your GF
omg I think she'd be the best significant other tbh
I think you would meet her in a meet-cute way since it's always the people who you least expect to be cheesy
I think maybe like you accidentally tripped and made her spill her coffee in class. you look up an see this tall, ripped, emo looking chick and you rush to apologise and give her your drink in hopes she doesn't flip
shes like "...ok." and takes it. but then the next class she randomly sits next to you and passes you a drink and is like ... "i hope i got your order right?"
the dork memorized your drink akjglalg
after that she kinda keeps sitting next to you and attempts small talk, so you realize she's actually v sweet and exchange socials
which is great bc I think mikasa is way better at flirting over text than in person and you'd quickly understand that she likes you
First date would probably be a show, i think she'd take you to a local band she likes and would get a quick bite after it
I think for second date she'd like you to choose what you guys do and then third she chooses, you guys switch bc she's all about that equal effort
once you agree to be her s/o she'd gonna be so annoying on social media like she's def gonna loose some followers as she only posts you now
type of partner to notice the smallest changes in you right away
you give her a peck and shes like "why aren't you wearing your usual lip balm? do you not like strawberries anymore?"
in bed she's a dom, is that even a queston?
I think she's actually a brat tamer, in my head rn she gets a lil smirk when you act up and i think she just mentally notes what to punish you for later
mikasa views sex toys as allies not enemies, and yeah i think she has an impressive collection so buckle tf up
okay so she's kinda yandere (tbh i think most ppl from the aot universe are but esp mikasa) I think shes very protective and a touch paranoid?
like i think her past is kinda messed up and I can see her mind running wild with ideas if not reassured
so you can just oversleep for a bit and you'll wake up to mikasa practically breaking into your apartment to make sure you're okay bc you suddenly went silent on her
some trust issues too, would def be really upset if you didn't give her the passcode to your phone
doesn't like your friends or anyone else you talk to tbh, she just doesn't think anyone else has your back like she does and will always remind you
i also know her manipulation skill is cray being a psych major, I don't think she's as good as Armin but ik she can weaponize some therapy speak and make you feel a lil stupid (only does it for your own good she says)
doesn't get jealous but does get even
I can see the little shit putting thumbtacks in pockets or laxitives in drinks if someone dares flirt with you, she can be so evil sometimes i just know it
she isn't even scared of the aftermath bc she knows eren and armin have her back so she wants the smoke tbh
the type of partner to death stare someone from behind your back but when you turn around she's suddenly all :)
would love matching tattoos with you if you're down
think she'll be the quickest to bring up marriage too, porbably only a few months of dating and she's like "so when we get married-" and you're like "!?"
big spoon gf, you can be bigger than her and she don't gaf she's still holding you not the other way around
Overall a really sweet girlfriend who just wants to protect you and keep you all to herself
Can be a lil crazy at times, but she means well I swear !!!
Nicknames for you: love, my other half, wifey/hubbie
Songs that fit the vibe: The Perfect Girl by Mareux, Breezeblocks by Alt-J, Me and Your Mama by Childish Gambino
"You're such a strange girl, the way you look like you do."
"She's morphine, queen of my vaccine, my love, my love, love..."
"Girl you really got a hold on me, so this isn't just puppy love"
(She's so hot omg I love her, i developed a lil crush writing this! Anyway srry the moodboard didn't include couple stuff, girlfriend aesthetics are way harder to find than bf aesthetics and the ones I did find looked nothing like her :( tell me if you guys like this series, totally open to doing more characters! not even just from aot, i also kinda wanna do demon slayer or hxh, also love jjk and chainsaw man but I didn't read those mangas yet so I may not be the best at it!!)
#mikasa ackerman#mikasa x reader#yandere mikasa#yandere aot#yandere attack on titan#attack on titan headcanons#aot headcanons#mikasa ackerman smut#mikasa aot#modern attack on titan#modern mikasa
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obsessed plug!eren drabble ( WARNING THIS IS NSFW)
(writing this off the dome sorry it’s kinda long but this might get a pt 2 😭 and it’s not proof read yet sorry i’m trying to push out content as much as i can so i can work on this fic LMAO)
also excuse the use of the word pussy i don’t know a way to say it without it lowk sounding cringe 💀
You were erens favorite customer, he couldn’t get enough of you. Everytime he seen that “yooo” text message pop across his screen he felt his heart jump out his chest, and his dick jump in his pants.
He knew you were a heavy smoker because you always would get an O from him about once a week. He always wondered why you smoked so much, but he couldn’t really be a judge as a dealer who only smokes.
Ever since connie introduced you guys at reinas kickback a couple months ago, he couldnt get you out of his mind. the way you swayed your hips when you walked up to his car from your apartment. The way you would lean in the window smiling brightly at him, your hair framing your face perfectly. He’d hand you the weed and you’d hold on to his hand for a little longer than normal. He was head over heels for you.
The way you danced like you didn’t give a fuck who was watching, going as far to grabbing on the railing of the stairs just to throw it back on Sasha. Wearing those tight mini dresses or those mini skirts with thigh highs, it made him just want to rip you out of them. You were so intoxicating.
You would also be at the small house parties just for friends too. Eren never really felt bold enough to start up conversations with you, just looking at you made him hard he didn’t want to seem like a creep. That’s why he’s thankful everyday that you smoke, the one thing he knows for sure you guys have in common.
He’s out dropping off peoples orders before he hears his phone buzz on the passenger seat. He feels himself start to smile when he sees that “yooo” he came to love so much. He rushed his next few orders just so he could see your face while the sun was still setting.
He finally makes it to your apartment the sun just about going down. The sky is a nice hue of purple and orange, perfect timing to see that beautiful skin of yours glow.
You’re already we’re outside waiting for him on the sidewalk of your building. Wearing a gray ruffled mini skirt with black thigh highs and a forest green zip up that was a little too big on you. Wearing your signature black hello kitty slippers, thighs spilling slightly over the top of those socks, looking smooth and soft.
God he was a mess over you.
He quickly adjusts himself before you make your way to his passenger window. “Heyy erennn”, you say with that big beautiful smile. “wassup girl what you finna get into.”
You tuck your hair behind your ear sheepishly, “i was actually gonna ask if you wanna come smoke and play the game with me, i’m bored”, you say with a slight smirk spreading across your face. You knew eren had a little crush on you, and he was fine so why not see what happens.
“Fashoo lemme park real quick, i got a blunt already rolled and your O.” You smile and nod your head backing up from the car and waiting on the sidewalk.
Eren can practically hear his heart beating out of his chest. Being around you high was bound to be trouble for him, he could barely handle himself sober. Ever since he saw you, he hasn’t really been into anyone else so he was nervous as fuck.
He grabs the blunt and your weed and heads over to where your waiting. He walks in and is instantly hit with a mix of weed and some sweet smelling candle. You have a mix of cute carpets everywhere and the big flat screen tv with the xbox controllers already connected.
You sit on the big black couch you have a little too close to the tv screen, patting the spot next to you. Eren sits down and lights the blunt hitting it lighter than usual. You click on some shooter game and pass him the controller, “why are you so quiet”, you ask tilting your head in confusion.
Eren passes the blunt with shaky hands, “i’m chillin man pay attention you’re about to die.”
You hit the blunt blowing out fat clouds of smoke as you easily kill the person who was one you. You can slowly feel yourself getting horny, and he wasn’t seeming to be making any moves so you decided to take it into your own hands.
After finishing the blunt you glance over at eren whose already staring back at you, eyes low and bloodshot with his lips parted. You couldn’t help yourself anymore, you move in and grab his face looking into his eyes for consent. He grabs you by the throat pulling you into a deep sloppy kiss.
You move to straddle him on the couch immediately feeling his bulge growing in his sweats. You start grinding on him needy to get yourself off before your high goes down. He wastes no time pulling his pants and boxers down to his knees before grabbing at your panties under your skirt.
You quickly slide them off before you break the kiss and go to his neck, earning some soft low groans as he bucks his hips up grinding on your bare pussy. “sit on it baby i can’t take this anymore”, he says breathlessly through his moans.
You grab his dick and guide it to your entrance sliding straight down on it. You both moan in unison as he makes his way inside you, lazily pumping up and down into you slowly. He grabs your neck again and brings you in for another sloppy kiss. “your so fucking sexy, tell me how much you want this”, he whispers in your ear spending a chill down your spine.
“I want it so bad eren please”, you moan grabbing onto the form of his shirt as you start to pick up speed. “That’s it baby, make yourself feel good”, he’s now sitting back with his hands on your hips as you grind into him relentlessly. His moans grow louder and louder and you can feel the knot in your stomach start to slowly unravel.
You jerk your head back rolling your body against his, as if you couldn’t get any closer. Eren can’t help himself anymore, the weed makes him too sensitive. As you reached your climax he reaches his at the same time, both panting and sweating from not taking all your clothes off.
After a while you sit up and look into his beautiful green eyes, still a slight haze of red behind them. You lean down and kiss him softly, his lips soft and moist. After pulling away you hop off him and scurry away to your bedrooom yelling you’ll be back in a second.
Eren is stuck replaying what just happened in his head over and over while he goes to the bathroom to clean himself as well. He can’t believe he wasn’t the first one to make a move this time. He usually always makes the first move. You made it clear what you wanted with no hesitation.
When you get back erens waiting for you at your door. “i’ll be back if you want me back, just call me babygirl”, he says as he walks up to you bending down to give you a hug. You understand he has other people to deliver to and you doubt he’s gonna be shy after this.
Still embracing him you lean up to his ear on your tippy toes and whisper “of course i want you back, next time let’s make it to the bed.”
Before he can react or reply your hurrying him out the door giving him one last peck on the lips.
As he walks back to his car eren feels himself getting hard all over again. “God dammit y/n.” he lowly curses you as he adjusts himself.
#black girl blogger#new friends#aot fanfiction#eren smut#eren yeager smut#eren jeager x y/n#eren jeager imagines#kinda bad#part 2 maybe?
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Throwing in some headcanons for the season 1 Archive gang
(As always, these are just silly goofy fun, not meant to invalidate anyone's characterization of the archive folks, we're in season 3 so if any of these contradict with canon, it's probably bc of that or memory failing us/personal preference sooooo, lesgo)
cw: alcohol (very lightly mentioned) and spiders
Jon:
-Jon tends to wander when drunk, it's a good idea to keep an eye on him. He's gotten lost in campus during his college days but always comes back unharmed (somehow).
-He thought his grandmother made up grass allergies to keep him from getting into dangerous places as a kid but his family has a genetic grass allergy, nothing fatal but recently cut grass does make him v itchy when it touches bare skin.
-He uses pen grips, i think he's developing arthritis so he owns some comfortable rubber ones. There are a few bite marks on em, but if you confront him he will gaslight you
-Jon's bones also crack very easily, when he gets up you can hear it. It gets worse throughout the seasons
-Jon uses transparent nail polish. He started doing it to avoid nail biting but started the habit of chipping it off. In college he wore colored nail polish but he ditched bc he doesn't consider it v professional on himself.
-He's a responsible sunscreen user, he applies it whenever he needs to be outside but he uses a regular drugstore one since i don't think he believes in skincare being a thing. IN THE SAME VEIN: he doesn't think that body wash works, he only believes in soap.
-He had a bowlcut as a kid.
-He gets shorter by 1 inch per season.
-Jon, even though very good with tech, prefers to do things on paper because he likes the feeling. He prefers pencils over pens, but uses pens because they are more professional
-Jon would love smash burgers, i'm not giving more context.
Sasha:
-Sash started training a couple years ago to improve her posture (she tended to go shrimp while doing deskwork) and now she could crush a lemon with a single hand. She and Tim go to the gym sometimes and she can lift way more than him
-To counteract the smash burger hc above, she would love Shake Shack.
-She's scored pretty high on IQ tests every time she has to take them but she doesn't believe in their validity.
-She used to go spelunking on internet forums a lot.
-I think she would have enjoyed well planned ARGs and things that involved solving mysteries before it became her full-time job to deal with horrors.
-Sasha owns comfy shoes she wears in the office. Wearing heels during a whole workday isn't worth it and she knows this.
-Shes a bit of a stationary fan, she would have all of the really nice highlighters and notebooks
-She chews her lips pretty often, especially when she wears nice chap sticks
-She likes furbies.
Tim:
-He hates furbies and dolls, truth be told it is more fear than hatred.
-He's been on commercials as a kid at least once. Somewhere on youtube there's a bubblegum commercial with a preteen Tim on it and Jon found it while looking for background info about nearly everyone in the archives in season 2.
-Tim has a small collection of fucked up Rubik cubes. He has a knack for solving them, the more alien-looking, the better. He finds solving puzzles stimulating but also gets fed up with them easily. Having something to do with his hands helps him think.
-He's an excellent draftsman, took an art course pre college and he indulges in it every now and then. He has no issues with people looking through his sketchbooks and all of the building facade sketches he has there. He's the kinda guy to sketch random people he sees in public and all of the archives gang has been drawn by him before
-He would love cockatiels, but he doesn't own any animals. He birdwatches quite a bit and has books/a special sketchbook just for birds/landscapes. He also purple columbine flowers, even though he is really bad with plants. He's foraged before but he ended up in emergency care bc he fucked with something he shouldn't have XD
-Tim got his tongue pierced some time ago, it suits him well.
-Will absolutely WRECK you in karaoke and then act like he isn't that good after (he was a theater kid)
-He's the most seasoned traveler among everyone in the archives. Tim's ideal vacay would be going around the world
-He would have enjoyed streaming games as a hobby (am i bringing up Mike LeBeau? probably. In a different world we would have Tim playing The Sims 2 with all of the mods on Twitch). He's also had pink hair before!!
Martin:
-He's a bit of a polyglot to me (so far The Eye makes you understand other languages but it doesn't give you proficency over them! That's all his own talent)
-Mart's worked at a blu-ray rental before the Institute. He came out of that job decently well-versed in 80's-90's movies. He's the opposite of a film snob and probably loves The Princess Bride and other bangers
-Martin's the kind of person that would cut an apple for you but he'd eat a tangerine with the rind on without hesitating. After you have a fight with him he brings you cut fruits and crackers
-He also writes prose and has finished nanowrimo during company time.
-Martin wears graphic tees under shirts under sweaters at work, but for very nerdy and obscure things
-Martin does the little dinosaur hand things often when he is walking, heh
-He's kept house spiders in glass jars with little holes and fed them bugs. Many of those spiders gave birth inside those jars. He's moved places a couple times as a kid so he's probably responsible of scaring a landlord or two by greeting them with a roomful of spider jars (and it was deserved).
-Martin owns tea pets!! He shares a cuppa with them every now n then
#mox post#sam post#hehe#THE SILLY LITTLE MAGNUS GANGUS#CAN YOU TELL WHO OUR FAVS ARE LMFAAAOOO#the magnus archives#the magnus archives hcs#timothy stoker#martin blackwood#jonathan sims#sasha james#THE SILLIES
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a short jean x reader drabble because i’m down so bad for that man and he deserves all the love in the world and i’m tired of him thinking he’s a second option
i did not proof read this because if i have to deal with my mistakes so do you
warnings: none really, but jean does get a little drunk at the end so alcohol use i guess? would you like some fluff with your angst?
no bc this man has never been someone number one choice and it kills him. especially when it comes to love because he’s a hopeless romantic and his love language is acts of service, even if that act means stepping to the side and letting that over person be happy with their first choice.
and it’s kills him, everytime he sees that person he likes with someone else. someone other than him. someone better than him. and then you come into the picture and he’s absolutely head over heels but he knows how this story goes, hell he’s been the fucking star in it his whole life.
but you surprise him. and this little spark of hope grows in his chest. when your group of friends goes bowling and you quickly grab his arm and, in the most adorable way, call out jean’s on my team! and iean fucking sucks at bowling, why the fuck would you wanna be on his team?
or when you go to the movies and the seats are separated by twos and you make sure that jean and you are sitting next to one another because you “want someone to make fun of how dumb this movie is gonna be with me”
or that one time you didn’t feel like going out with everyone and called jean begging him (not that it took much to convince him) to just come hang out with you instead. and you two spent all night playing mario kart and watching bad movies until you fell asleep together on the living room floor.
or when your whole friend group all went on vacation together and you asked jean to room with you because you said you only wanted to room with your best friend. and he was astounded because you considered him you’re best friend? out of everyone in the group, you liked him the most?
but it all comes to the forefront when you guys are at some party and he sees you talking to some guy who is very clearly into you. connie makes some offhanded comment about how it would be you to snag the hottest guy there. sasha smacks him in the arm as jean walks away, scolding him about “knowing how jean feels about them.” and jean is tossing back drinks like it’s nobodies business. until he can’t think about you or that guy you’re talking to or anything. he gets so drunk that he doesn’t realize it’s you walking him to your car until he’s inside the passenger seat with your hand in his hair, soothing him because he’s feeling so nauseous he can barely keep his head up. you’re trying to get him to drink some water from a water bottle you had in your back seat but he’s refusing over and over. “don’t want it, i don’t want it” and you get irritated because you’re just trying to take care of him “what do you want then jean?” his head tilts to the side, eyes half lidded staring into yours and he can’t help himself “just want you” “…what?” “just want you to pick me” “jean” “no one ever picks me” you watch him pull at his hair and ask him “what makes you think I wouldn’t pick you?” “you already didn’t. that guy. at the party.” “jean” “it’s happening again” “jean” “there’s always someone else” “JEAN” your tone is more aggressive this time. you grab his face to make him look you in the eye. “there’s no one else” “what?” “only you” “only me?” “only you.” “…only me.” and for the first time ever, jean is someone’s first choice. and even though he’s puking his guts up the next morning, it barely phases him. because honestly, having you take care of him is kind of worth it.
your honor, i love him.
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bf!armin x fem!reader
guys i won't hesitate to admit that i'm head over fucking heels in love with armin and if you disagree, fucking fight me
also sorry to my gn or male readers!! these hcs would only make sense with a fem!reader due to how it was written (i am so tired i didn't even realize)
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aot manga spoilers
god where do i start with this maaan
you more or less likely grew up with him, eren, and mikasa
so one day
when you know
THE FUCKING WALLS FELL
he was with you and eren that day
and istg the scared look on his face had you IN TEARS
fuck your parents, armin is all that matters
i would sell my left kidney for armin
anyways
during training, you were almost certain that armin was gay
like absolutely in love with eren LOL
so you brought it up
"yo homie are you gay?"
and he looked at you with the most PUZZLED expression like 😨
but he was like "nah fam"
and he whipped out the "i.." awkward ass gulp "like someone else"
and you already knew it was either you or mikasa but mikasa seen him as brother
and let's b honest
who wouldn't have a crush on armin!!
yeah you were one of em
time skip to god fucking knows where
bro grows some balls and kisses your goddamn ass
regardless
halfway thru, it was ruined due to eren and mikasa walking in like "woah. who is THIS BABE??"
until they realized it was you and that they were screwed lmAo
armin is extremely soft
like not even in like his skin is soft
he's just
baby
yk?
he's so gentle and scared to hurt you
and he's constantly checking up on you and making sure you're okay
often brings you things to show you
he LOVES reading books with you about the outside world
esp b4 he seen the ocean!!
i could see him and you taking horse rides into the large forest against levi's wishes
he feels rebellious when he's with you
random hc buuuut i feel like he would LOVE to dance in the rain
or lay in the grass and watch the stars all the way to the sun rise with you
he knows every single constellation
no doubt abt that
for your birthday, he gets you books!! it's more of a gift to himself, really, but you don't mind cause it's cute!!
for HIS birthday?
you get him books.
for valentine's day?
books.
it's always fuckin books
but it's armins hobby and you love him for it
armin is extremely awkward and constantly needs praise
he has a fear of yoh leaving him for some one who he considers "better"
and you have to remind him
"armin honey there is no one better than you"
he constantly has to be near near you on the field cause he's scared of losing you
but you have to remind him that you can handle yourself
honestly
he finds it hot when you take down a titan
cause like
your muscles are flexing against the tight suit and he just likes the way it looks
he will stand up for you with his life
cleans your injuries for you since he's a goddamn doctor
what kind you may ask?
abortion
he often writes stories abt you
they don't explicitly say your name, but you often realize that they describe you
he actually wanted to be a writer at some point in his life before everything went down
during the time you visited marley, the two of you got some quality time in like eren and mikasa had
but the two of you often sought out the other for comfort when eren started changing
cause like
you grew up with that boy
and to see him change his life so drastically kinda hurt the both of you
regardless
his dreams kinda went down the drain like eren life did
he was so happy that he got to see the ocean with you of all people though
when sasha died, he cried in your arms
as well, when he hange died and he technically became the next commander
he needed a lot of comfort
cause he wasn't sure he was going to do good
but armin struggles to talk abt his feelings!! so to have him open up to you and let himself feel vulnerable infront of you is a huge step for himself
he often doubts his self-worth!! like way too often to be considered normal
anyways
when the rumbling started, his priorities were both you, and mikasa
and he did his best to keep you safe
but hot goth mommy mikasa honestly did better
don't tell him that tho
he never talked about the future
like what would happen after all the titans went away
omg how could i forget
when he became a titan, he started closing himself off for weeks at a time cause he didn't like killing innocent people
but when he opened up you felt bad for him
cause he was so exhausted
like he hadn't slept for weeks at a time
armins trauma is so overlooked
anyways back to the future
he honestly wanted to travel the world and write about what he'd seen over the years
he also wouldn't allow himself to get into a relationship with you until the whole thing was over
cause even tho it would hurt, atleast you or him would've died knowing that there wasn't a future for either of you
buuut it still hurts lol
anyways when he killed eren, he literally sobbed for weeks
regardless if he was seen as a hero in others eyes, he didn't see himself as one
but during the aftermath, when he gets to finally settle down with you, he feels ecstatic
mikasa, you and him (as well as the other living cadets) often visit erens grave and leave things there
armin usually leaves little notes telling him about his life and how things are doing
and they always end in the same way
"how are you doing up there?"
and he usually gets a sign back from the universe somehow, sometimes it'll be a bird landing on him, and other times it could be leaves swirling around him
regardless, it leaves him happy and you in tears every damn time
whenever there's a thunderstorm, armin always says (without failure)
"oo, someone pissed eren off again" while laughing
and you can never understand how he's not sad by his death
he is
god i wrote this with the intention of it being happy but i'm fucking sobbing i hate this
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#armin attack on titan#armin x reader#armin arlert#armin headcanons#armin fluff#attack on titan#aot spoilers#aot fluff#aot anime#aot headcanons#headcanon
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visitors - toxic!eren x reader
WARNING: SMUT- MINORS, ANYONE UNDER 18, DNI
Includes: toxic!eren, piercings, choking, slapping, raw sex, hate sex, non-con!cum, all over crazy toxic eren jaeger smut, some bondage, manipulation, degradation, pet names, a smidge of baby trapping, AU!eren
it was three weeks since i spoke with eren. unfortunately, because of his nature, eren was still reaching out an absurd amount of times every day. i stopped answering on the day i took my key back. i even had to check my phone to make sure he wasn’t tracking me. it was fucking annoying.
we broke up because he was just too much. i was struggling to make it to work on time every day, or maintain my apartment, because when eren needed something, it had to be my top priority- or it meant i was cheating on him. i was so suffocated by his grip on me. i needed to feel free, and wanted. not needed like someone’s life depended on it because they couldn’t function on their own.
our mutual friends, reiner, connie and sasha were going to a bar tonight. they invited me to go. i explained i didn’t want anything to be weird now that eren and i weren’t seeing each other, and they’re assured me it would be fine.
the idea of going out felt nice. maybe i just needed to feel pretty and shake this funk. besides, i was free. eren couldn’t get to me anymore. it was time to celebrate.
my outfit was standard. a cute dress, some heels, nothing new. but, it made me FEEL new. having the fresh look and feeling good did wonders for me.
i heard a knock on the door as i finished up, i unlocked it knowing my friends would be over. i was putting the finishing touches on, sticking an earring back over a gold hoop.
“it’s open! come in,” i called from my bedroom as i grabbed a light jacket and my purse.
when i got to the living room, there was no reiner, sasha or connie. only an irate looking eren jaeger standing at my door.
i groaned and crossed my arms.
“what the fuck do you want,” i asked him.
he took in my outfit, which seemed to upset him even more.
“what the fuck are you wearing?” he questioned. “where are you going?”
“connie, reiner and sasha asked me to go out with them. we’re just grabbing drinks-“ i put my jacket on, but we cut off before i could finish my sentence.
“you aren’t fucking going anywhere. especially not looking like that-“ eren pointed to my outfit. “so what, reiner can fuck you?”
my eyes widened. “are you fucking crazy? reiner doesn’t want to have sex with me, eren,” i rolled my eyes. “you don’t own me. you never did, and you don’t now. so please, see yourself out,”
i gestured to the door for eren to leave before turning to walk into my kitchen. i could hear eren’s footsteps behind me as he closed the gap between us. he grabbed my hair and yanked me back to him.
“ow! fuck you eren,” i slapped him across the face, looking up at him with fury.
“no, fuck you,” he growled. “i put all my time and money into you for you to just fucking leave me, like some fucking rando bitch.”
i shrugged. “you don’t get to treat people like this eren. seriously. get out or i am calling the cops and getting a restraining order.”
the threat didn’t scare him. “do it. i dare you.”
i couldn’t move. i was petrified. if i went to pick up the phone, eren would break it, then truly show me how angry he was.
when i didn’t react for a few seconds, his demeanor changed.
“baby, it’s ok, i’m here to get you back,” a small smile crept onto his face. “see, i missed you. you were always so good to me and i could tell you loved me through my flaws, i’m here to find out how to get my baby girl back,”
he’s so fucking full of shit. what the fuck.
“get the fuck out of my apartment!” i yelled in his face. “my friends will be here-“
“your friends?” he repeated. “i introduced you to them. i’m the only reason you know them. they’re my friends, not yours.”
“see, eren, this is what i mean. not everything needs to be a fight. i never cheated on you, i always loved you, i cared, you did this-“ i stuck my finger in his face. “you actually almost had me quit my job and move in with you like a crazy person. you stockholmed me, dude!”
eren’s demeanor switched back to being sweet once he realized he was getting nowhere acting like a jackass.
“baby, i took such good care of you. i paraded you around, i got you gifts, took you out, made you mine,” he reached his hand out to touch me. “please don’t let that part of us die,”
he was such a master manipulator. i swore to myself. it seemed like he wouldn’t leave willingly.
“i’ll leave,” eren said as if he read my mine, “if you be mine one last time. one for the book,”
i looked at him incredulously- “are you asking me to fuck you?”
he must have lost his mind and i was prepared to help him find it.
there was a dark look that formed in eren’s eyes. he started to take steps towards me and i kept backing up until i was against the wall. with nowhere to go.
“no, i’m going to put you in your place and fuck you until you don’t know your own name. then, if you decide you don’t want me, i’ll go. and you’ll never hear from me again. you’ll waste our love.”
i hadn’t had sex since eren and i broke up almost a month ago. i could definitely use it. but with my luck, eren would do something fucking crazy. in true eren fashion.
“eren, i don’t think it’s a good idea,” i shook my head. “we need a clean break. that’s why i haven’t answered your million calls or texts.”
he chuckled lowly and grabbed my face in his right hand, my cheeks puffing over the tips of his fingers. “you seem to think you leaving is a choice. you think i won’t crawl out from under any rock to get you back? that you can walk away that easily from me? i was trying to be nice, sweetheart,”
i flinched. there was a few times eren threatened my safety but this was different. this claim over me, it was animalistic. maybe he would leave if we fucked? if i could convince him he could come back another day i could get the locks changed and let my landlord know eren wasn’t allowed in the building anymore?
i rolled my eyes and took a seat on the couch. hopefully i could act bored and he would leave knowing i wasn’t playing his bullshit games.
eren immediately found a home next to me on the couch, his hand extending to my opposite shoulder to turn me to him. “babygirl i’m sorry i upset you. i’ll make it up to you. i’ll take you out, show you off, a night all about you. we can fix this. you’ll never feel that way again. i’ll make sure-“
he didn’t even finish his own sentence before kissing me aggressively. he was convincing himself that i would crawl back to him and be his toy again.
after a minute of me not reacting to the kiss, eren grabbed my throat, squeezing. did he truly think i would be interested in fucking him? he’s delusional.
i didn’t react fast enough for him. “what do i have to do to get you back?” he begged. “i love you so much baby, please, i haven’t fucked anyone or done anything since we broke up.”
lie.
“eren, you’re an egotistical maniac. i know
you’ve fucked other people since we split. jean called me two days ago, reiner called me last week.” i crossed my arms. “i am not some child who’s believing your bullshit anymore. you don’t love me.” my words were full of anger, and venom. i truly did love eren. the first two years of our relationship were bliss and i fully expected to spend the rest of my life with him. this sudden change made even our friends concerned for my safety.
tears formed in his eyes. he was such a good actor. “let me show you how much i love you, princess, please, baby, let me show you,” he pled, speaking so quickly his words almost ran together. he begged.
i did love it when he begged.
i weighed my options again: i could let eren fuck me, and then kick him out, or i could keep fighting him. i viewed it as whether i got to cum tonight. reiner was definitely planning on trying to fuck me, as much as i lied to eren’s face about it. (and i was definitely going to fuck reiner as long as eren was out of here).
i crossed my eyes and looked at eren. his eyes were dark and full of lust.
“fine. fuck me, and then get the fuck out of my-“
i didn’t have air in my throat to finish that sentence. eren grabbed my throat so hard and pulled me onto his lap. i was nearly immobilized.
“that’s a good girl, you’re gonna take it so good for me like you always do.” his breath was hot in my ear as he reached behind my neck to unzip my dress.
“eren, just pull the dress up you don’t need to-“
another rip of my hair pulled the words from my mouth.
“shut the fuck up, you dirty whore,” eren growled into my face, “i’m going to ruin your pretty hair, your pretty make up, make you smell just like me. so you can get any idea of fucking reiner tonight out of your head.“
whoosh, right to the base of my hips. i felt it get hot in the room.
eren could tell, too. he felt the wetness soak through to his thigh. i didn’t wear any underwear… damn.
eren looked down at his wet denim covered thigh before running his hands down the front of the dress. his other hand trailed under the lip of the dress that was scrunched up at the top of my thighs.
“oh, baby, look at this pussy,” he teased me as one of his slender digits entered my weeping hole. “i have barely even touched you, princess, just wait until i show you how much i love you and how good you take my cock.”
i looked at him through lidded eyes, and swollen lips, my back arched under his finger.
“you’re so beautiful, princess,” eren complimented as he pulled the rest of the dress off.
what eren didn’t know, is i got nipple piercings since we broke up. i went with sasha, historia and ymir, and they cheered on as i cried on the piercing chair. it was done in an attempt to reclaim my sexuality, and do something adventurous. reiner was supposed to be the first one to see them.
eren’s eyes widened as he took in the appearance of my freshly healed nipples, causing his hand to stop in my core. he pulled the hand and “when did you do this?”
“about a week after we broke up-“
a resounding slap. “we never broke up, you just left me like some spoiled whore.”
i frowned and looked at him. “eren, i took my key off your key ring and blocked your phone number. we broke up,”
eren grabbed my face and pulled me close, “and i sat outside your apartment and watched you from your window,” he growled in my face. “i had to make sure you didn’t bring anyone home.”
eren was sitting in front of my apartment everyday?
“now. back to it. who let you mark up your body like this?” he ran his hands over the piercings again.
“i did it, eren, i’m an independent adult,” i crossed my arms.
“after three weeks of no punishment, you forgot who’s in charge,” eren pushed me off and stood up while he held me by the hair.
eren finally released my scalp and pushed me onto the bed. i tried covering myself up but wasn’t given the chance before eren was on top of me. as aroused as i was, i was terrified.
eren was speaking to me, words spilling out to his mouth, but i couldn’t focus. his tongue was trailing down my sensitive spots while one hand was being used to unbuckle his belt.
“hey,” he grabbed my face. “listen to me. i’m going to tie you up and make you cum until you can’t stop crying.”
before i could protest the bondage, my wrists were secured over my head as eren looked down my body. eren’s other hand was pumping his cock, preparing to open my thighs and unless the pent up aggression inside of me.
“normally i’d stretch you out and let you get ready for me,” eren began to explain as he pushed my legs up, before leaning over me, “but sluts like you don’t get that.”
it was silent for a moment, i said waiting for another slap, but nothing. but then, eren’s entire length was plunged into me.
a scream was the reaction his thrusts elicited.
“jesus fucking christ, eren, ohmygodohmyogd,” i shriek as his body arches over mine.
“yeah, baby, take it so good for me, let me love you,” eren crooned into my ear, settling into a pace. his tongue covered my neck as he licked down to the base of my neck where they met the shoulders.
“i missed you so much baby,” eren sounded like he could cry. “we could have this every day, baby, let me come home,”
“eren,” i moaned as i took his beautiful face in my hand.
it wouldn’t take me long to finish at all. after a few weeks of no intimacy, my body was begging for release. and eren knows how to elicit a response from my body.
the sex continued, our hands all over each other as eren rutted deeply inside me. his cock’s tip brushing the outer wall of my cervix. sweet noises filled our ears from the mouths of the other as i felt myself march closer to the precipice of climax.
“eren, i’m going to cum,” i whined. “please baby let me finish,”
baby. i hadn’t called eren that since before we broke up. i didn’t expect that to slip, and it sure wasn’t lost on eren.
“yeah, that’s right sweet girl,” eren grinned at me, evil glints in his eyes, “let me come home baby, let me back in. i’ll make you cum,i love you baby,”
i couldn’t resist. i started shaking. “fuck, eren-“
“let me come home baby,” eren began to slow down, fighting orgasm himself. “let me be with you, please, let me love you princess,”
the slowed pace made me want to scream. i gave in.
“fuck, baby, yes, come home!” i screamed as i wrapped my fingers in his hair. “god i missed this,”
the force of our joint orgasm rolled through me like a car crash. i was speechless. eren continued to rut inside me, and before i noticed he finished inside me.
eren knew i wasn’t on birth control… and i didn’t see him wear a condom.
as soon as i regained my coherence, i panicked.
“eren! what the fuck did you do?” i panicked.
eren smirked at me, a shy blush on his cheeks, “i came home, babygirl, it’ll be better than before,”
before i could answer, there was a knock on the door. my eyebrows raised as i heard the familiar voice. “yo! it’s reiner! you ready to go?”
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Regarding the Resident Evil fandom and fics, I wish there was more engagement with Metaltango and Nivannedy. As much as I enjoy Chreon, Metaltango and Nivannedy allows for different types of exploration into the characters, canon, and relationship that the more popular, solid ship of Chreon doesn’t actively encourage.
Under a cut because this grew a little long.
Nivannedy, for example... While I don’t agree with the popular fanon of Leon being alcoholic and suicidal (as much fun as it can be to write when you want some angst or h/c), there’s no denying that Leon is definitely getting burnt out and worn down. I can’t blame him. Leon is surrounded by betrayal and intrigue in a way that the others aren’t. He’s incredibly invested in saving lives, and in RE2 and RE6, he has to deal with hundreds of thousands of deaths. In Vendetta, he is openly wondering who the bad guys are and why they’re still fighting. He flat-out asks Chris how much longer could they keep going like this? (And as much as I love Chris, Chris’s flippant answer forever pisses me off.)
Piers is passionate and driven and focused. He’s seen awful things, lost comrades, and had to forcibly and repeatedly pull Chris back from the edge in RE6. His focus is on the future. When shit gets rough, he just digs his heels in. He also doesn’t take shit. I’ve seen so many fics where Piers worships at Chris’s feet, but that doesn’t match his characterization in canon. If anything, his respect for Chris makes him hold Chris to a higher standard, and as such, when Chris loses himself, Piers does his damnedest to kick his ass. Piers has fierce goals and ideals, and I love the combination of all that with Leon.
Leon is also driven by goals and ideals. As the games progress, though, we see him get beaten down and start questioning everything. A character like Piers, one who is so passionate and still idealistic and takes no shit, would be a fantastic match to get Leon on his feet and revitalize him. Help him remember what he’s fighting for and is kickass enough to fight alongside him. Bring in an energy that (again, as much as I love Chreon) you would have to struggle a bit with the Chreon ship. Vendetta showed how Chris viewed Leon being burnt out: he expected him to just get up and keep fighting like Chris does, because Chris has been in the fight as long (slightly longer) than Leon and he’s still going! With Piers, there would arguably be a shift, a different angle to it, that would remind Leon what he has always fought for and why he should keep fighting.
Also, Piers’s reaction after the missile hit and Chris was shouting for Leon to answer still gets to me. He looked incredibly emotionally invested for someone with no strong connection to Leon.
Bonus points! Ignoring Piers’s death, if Piers survives, he would also be someone in an empathetic position: him with the C-virus, Leon with the Plagas. I love things like that.
Now onto Metaltango. Ah, Metaltango. Pretty, pretty ship.Yay, canon knifeplay!
Arguably, out of all the main protagonists in the RE series, Leon is the most gray. In a good way! He has a specific focus that isn’t connected to organizations, rules, etc. His goal is to keep people safe. Save them. He can and will actively break the rules to see this happen. If someone isn’t a Good Guy? That actually doesn’t affect him too much. It’s what they DO which affects him. Krauser faking his death? Joining Wesker? The big portion which bothered Leon was Krauser dragging Ashley, an innocent, into it. Leon worked to save Sasha in Damnation despite them arguably being on different sides. He refused to let Sasha kill himself when other characters might have just pulled the trigger for him. Leon continues to work with Ada despite her being a mercenary. He told the government to go fuck itself in Damnation because the BOWs were a threat to people and he didn’t think they were going to do anything about it. His priorities are clear, and he doesn’t give a damn about if his actions are black or white, just that his goal -- saving people -- is achieved.
It is difficult -- although not impossible -- to show this in Chreon fics. Actually, I wish more people would write this into Chreon fics: the divide between the pair. Chris is someone who went from the military to STARS to a militaristic organization. He has the title of Captain. In Vendetta, when Leon is pointing out that the government is fucking bombing weddings and “Who’s the bad guy here?”, there is no doubt in Chris’s mind: it’s Arias. He has a far more rigid, militaristic, black/white mindset. For him, to save people, the goal is to take out the threat/the enemy. For Leon, the goal is simply to save people. Sometimes it includes targeting the enemy first, sometimes not. It’s the soldier vs the spy trope, and one I wish was explored more. Instead, fics tend to focus more on their similarities, including using those similarities to pull Leon out of his depression in Vendetta.
Pairing Leon with Krauser allows exploration of that gray side of him. See the guy who is all right teaming up with a mercenary. See the guy capable of holding so many dark secrets. See the guy who says fuck you to the government and who will disobey orders if it means helping people.
That pairing also allows for an exploration of the dark role the US government plays in the RE series. The US government is the silent antagonist always in the background of Leon’s games. I’ve seen people repeatedly say that Krauser is random and unexpected and unnecessary in RE4. I disagree. I think Krauser ties Leon and this game to the other games and movies featuring Leon. Krauser is the symbol of how the government has betrayed and used its people. Krauser joined Wesker for power, yes, but he did it because the US government used him up and tossed him aside. By joining Wesker, he was able to get some of that power back. He was able to get a voice. He was able to stand tall.
In Darkside Chronicles, Krauser is brought in purely as muscle. He knows about BOWs but it’s clear that he wasn’t briefed about what they would be facing. Leon was. Leon was the one with the knowledge, the truth about their mission. Krauser was expendable, and Krauser realizes this. He realizes that Leon was given the knowledge, the power, and he realizes how his government views him: as an expendable weapon. When his arm is injured, he knows he is done. He knows that he is going to be thrown aside like so much trash.
That is a repeated theme in Leon’s story. In RE2, the government sacrifices Raccoon City. In ID, the government sacrifices Jason and his team and everyone connected to the incident. In Damnation, Leon is actively used and abused, and the ending with him hurts a bit. Who’s the bad guy in Degeneration? A member of the government. In RE4, the game takes place in another country with an organization that isn’t connected to the US government, and Krauser helps build that bridge.
Leon is pissed at Krauser, but it is largely due to Krauser involving Ashley. When he realizes that the villain in RE4 uses Krauser, too, he’s pissed. Leon responds to Krauser’s elevation of force throughout the game: he is never the one to elevate it himself. It’s easy to see an AU where Krauser survives and Leon is willing to treat him like Ada: more than willing to point weapons at each other, interfering with each other, but also good at saving the other’s life as necessary.
Metaltango would allow exploration of the government as the antagonist and would allow exploration of Leon’s gray side. A guy who would do anything to save innocents but would also enjoy some knifeplay in the bedroom. A guy who looks into the darkness and extends a hand instead of just shooting. “I don’t support you working as a mercenary but I support you. I don’t want to see anyone hurt.”
For Chris, it would be simple: take out the bad guy. Krauser is a bad guy. The end. Hell, for most of the RE protagonists, that would be the perspective. Leon is the guy who works with Ada despite knowing what she does, and it would be so easy to see that with Krauser, too. Krauser’s rougher edges and his history of being betrayed by his government -- like Leon -- would invite exploration with different parts of Leon’s character, his morals, and his story arc.
For the Metaltango bonus, Krauser choosing the intimacy of the knife in his initial attacks, his choice to reveal himself instead of trying to kill Leon from a distance, his apparent jealousy over Ada, how he strips more with every battle with Leon, and his deliberate showing off with Leon is awesome. If these things aren’t in the remake, I want nothing to do with it. For fuck’s sake, I’m constantly waiting for him to lick the knife after he slices Leon’s cheek.
Another bonus: note how Leon always engages him, always meets him halfway. Their initial knife fight is the biggest showing of this. <3 <3
Seriously. These are two incredibly overlooked ships which allows so much exploration of Leon and canon. I wish more people would check them out. :(
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WWE Summerslam 2022 - Quickfire Thoughts and Reaction
A new era has begun in WWE, Triple H is back in the creative chair and has promised some shakeups
While Raw and Smackdowns have taken place since, this is the first true event where the McMahon-Helmsley era of WWE ownership begins. Let's see how it goes
Spoilers for the PPV
Kickoff
I'll be honest, I didn't watch the Kickoff, I scrubbed through the video and since there were 0 matches again, I didn't bother.
Main Card
Ah they're still calling it a 'premium live event'?
Those sound like peppered boos from Becky and is that an Alundra Blayze-themed attire?
Commentary noting that Becky went through a full on losing streak only to win 2 matches and get a title shot does expose the poor booking choice though
Bianca doing a blue chaps attire for hometown Nashville
No quickfire squash for this one, thankfully
I also want to take this moment to say Fuck Kevin Dunn for attempting to derail Becky and others from getting tv time and pushes simply because he didn't get a hard on for them. This is meant to be a wrestling show, and Becky is beautiful anyway
Becky whipping out Diamond Dust now? Love seeing wrestlers whip out a new move
That Manhandle Slam sell was great too, completely folded
Super Spanish Fly and KOD wins it for Bianca. It was a good match, strong opener, not better than their Mania show stealer but that is a high bar
And a handshake hints at a face turn maybe? Would be overdue because the crowd reaction has always been strong for Becky even as a heel
But now Bayley is back! And she brought Io and Kota!!!
Trips making a statement; 3 big Black and Gold NXT names back (long overdue callups too because 2.0 was not working for them), women's opener and the hometown girl wins.
I will have to wonder though, because all 3 women deserve to be world champion and there's only 2 main roster titles, unless Trips intend to bring back Black and Gold. I guess they could reignite the women's tag titles but I feel like Trips would want Sasha and Naomi back as a priority
Ha, Logan Paul didn't get cheered even against Miz XD Didn't even get new attire
Camera is getting over the top again
Is, Paul selling the Figure Four he has locked in? He kept shooting back like he had been poked in the eye
Ciampa is about to get ejected (effectively by being caught on the apron) but refuses so AJ's music plays to blindside him
Table spot to try and pop the crowd, very Shane McMahon move
Maryse is caught on the apron: doesn't get ejected
Paul wins via Skull Crushing Finale from dodging being hit by a...polaroid? It was, fine, kinda by the numbers aside from two moonsaults, I don't care for it really
Didn't care for the Maximum Male Models ad put right in between a Brock and Reigns package...
No love for Theory, still
Ash yes, because nothing says USA like Leeds United FC
Briefcase attack pre-match for heat and to imply doubt
Match was pretty short really, Lashley missed the spear, so Theory tried to do a rolling Cutter but got Gorilla Pressed into the Hurt Lock. Didn't need to be there, but I guess tapping quickly is Theory's plan for staying fresh for the main event
Hmmm, more 2 day Manias, who was the one who didn't want it again?
I don't agree with Road Dogg on a lot of things, but I do agree that WWE book Rey as a terrible babyface; he never wins the feud even when it's personal, most of his wins involve interference or cheating and he approves matches like this knowing Rhea will get involved
Also McDonalds colours is not it guys
It's No DQ why are there still legal tags?
Rhea please you're too beautiful to make me pay attention to the match
Rey is 47 remember, he's still this good and deserves more. I hope before he retires (a sad day that'll be) he has a Liger-esque tour of dream matches across all promotions
Edgy Edge comes back mid-match, spearing the JDs to set up a 619 after Rhea thwarted it
Surprised but not mad that the Mysterios won, but it did feel like they were just props for Edge's return, the No DQ format was barely even used too
Owens will for sure benefit from Trips' booking
The Joker even showed up to Summerslam
Couldn't get Seven Nation Army again I see
Reminder that including this, McAfee has had only 2 more matches than Logan Paul and two happened on the same night
Ugh, Ref Bump leads to McAfee low blowing Corbin and then a Code Red
I must admit it still smarts me that there are full time wrestlers booked worse than a commentator
Drew came out to promote Clash at the Castle, it was a good promo tbf, Drew's a great Babyface
Can't do a PPV in an American Football stadium without using their cheerleaders
Those holograms were not in sync
Ha! 'You lose, you go to the bottom of the ladder' is one hell of a lie
The pop-up neckbreaker was a nice move
Tezzy don't do it
*sigh* Welp, Profits lost AGAIN, credit to Jarrett calling it down the middle but it does defeat the drama of having a special guest ref. Didn't get any post-match or heel turn either
So now I ask again, what do we do with the tag division? There's not a Babyface team out there that's able to beat the Usos now, Mysterios are feuding with JD with Edge and New Day are feuding with the Viking Raiders
And we're bringing Charlotte back with a package reminding how much WWE has overpushed her
That is 1000000 times less Kid Rock than I ever needed to see...
Riddle's here too calling out Seth despite not being cleared
Seth comes out, brawls and stomps Riddle before leaving, asking the question why?
Ronda's mascara job is another miss
Liv getting the bigger pop than Ronda still
What. Was That? Let's not ignore the fact that bell to bell that was 4 and a half minutes long, but this was basically Liv being squashed and having a dusty win by the fact that she tapped out (before 3 as well) while pinning Ronda who had her in an armbar just to spare Rousey's blushes
Was this really to turn Ronda heel? Attacking Liv and the Ref, because we made Liv look so damn weak for no reason but to keep Rousey looking strong. It's always the same kind of defeat with her too
Ugh, Mayor of Knox County
Really stretching their 'first time evers' by saying it's the first Last Man Standing Match of Summerslam
Start the main event with a promo, okay
Lesnar here with a tractor that apparently Roman never saw when coming down the ramp
Judy Bagwell thanking her lucky stars she isn't on that thing, but it reminds me of Lesnar vs Big Show's stretcher match, right down to diving off the vehicle
This was just a squash trade to start, Brock beat down Roman using the steps and barricade, then Roman beat down Brock with table bumps, then Brock beats down Roman with steps and the table fragments
After dropping him out of a tractor, Brock beat him down some more, Reigns got the Guillotine but then Brock got the Kimura, since Reigns got up he upends the entire ring with the tractor
Usos finally get involved, Heyman takes a table bump and Brock gets speared
And out comes Theory...he hits Roman with the briefcase but then gets F-5'd
Brock survives a double superkick and gets speared again, survives that so Roman beats him with the briefcase, survives some more, belt shot, survives again...this isn't dramatic
Hey now you can't start a count while the guy is still being attacked, that's a rule of the match, another belt shot and the bloodline bury Brock under furniture to 'win'
Chaotic? Yes, Good? Not sure about it, don't think I was captivated by it, just felt like they were doing big spots for the sake of it
Theory's still MITB holder too don't forget about that
Conclusion
So, Summerslam. Triple H's new vision looks to have some foundation, but it needs work still.
The opener was great, we've set up a new faction full of incredibly talented women, one I hope will be a cross-brand faction so all three can have their touch of gold (admittedly I would've brought Bayley to confront Liv rather than Bianca because SD's women's division is the one lacking depth). We also have Becky turning face which is overdue.
Despite this though, the rest of the show was fine to baffling. Don't care for Paul so the match weren't for me, Lashley match didn't need to be there either, the Mysterios got a surprise win because Edge came back (I guess Rhea vs Bianca will have to wait) which is kinda nice but also, Rey's first main card PPV win since May 2021 (if you include kickoff show then it's first since February) is due to interference, we celebrated 20 years since his debut this week. I guess Pat winning was fine too.
But the rest of the card is just muddled; Tag division is a mess, we shorthanded the SD Women's championship match to 4 and a half minutes (reminder that AEW's women's division got flack for having a 10 minute women's title match with a challenger who had beaten the champion earlier) and our finale was a mess.
Overall, good start but shoddy booking petered the show out, there's some positives to take but a lot of negatives still present from the old era. Rome, however, was not built in a day.
Results and Predictions
Bianca Belair (c) def. Becky Lynch - Pinfall via KOD
Logan Paul def. The Miz (w/Maryse & Ciampa) - Pinfall via Skull-Crushing Finale
Bobby Lashley (c) def. Theory - Submission via Hurt Lock
The Mysterios def. Judgement Day - Pinfall on Priest by Rey via Splash
Pat McAfee def. Happy Corbin - Pinfall via Code Red
The Usos (c) def. Street Profits - Pinfall on Dawkins by Jimmy via 1-D
Liv Morgan (c) def.? Ronda Rousey - Pinfall* [*Liv tapped to Ronda's Armbar before 3 but ref didn't see]
Roman Reigns (c) (w/The Usos & Paul Heyman) def. Brock Lesnar - Lesnar does not answer the 10 count
#wwe#wwe summerslam#summerslam 2022#bianca belair#becky lynch#logan paul#the miz#bobby lashley#austin theory#rey mysterio#dominik mysterio#the judgement day#finn balor#damian priest#rhea ripley#pat mcafee#happy corbin#the usos#jimmy uso#jey uso#street profits#angelo dawkins#montez ford#jeff jarrett#liv morgan#ronda rousey#roman reigns#brock lesnar
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can we get a refresh on your ocs to ask questions?
Absolutely o7 (also sorry this got long lmaooo)
Eugene: Demon who hates his job so much he ghosted his old boss and is hiding out on earth. Personality of a golden retriever with the guilt complex of a reformed war criminal. Ended up getting caught by a demon hunter back when he first went rogue and was sealed away for about 100 years until Ophelia found and accidentally unsealed him. He decided to deal with this by falling head-over-heels in love with her. Also loves humans and earth and reads wikipedia for fun. Huge fucking dork.
Ophelia: Human, has spent 90% of her life depressed and apathetic and afraid of being vulnerable/honest to the point that she's estranged from her family and has basically no friends. Works at a concert venue and loves music but she pretends she doesn't bcs being liking things means being honest and vulnerable and that's scary. Eugene is the first person in years she's let herself care about, though she's not always the best at it. She is, however, very good at beating the ever-living shit out of other demons, as well as baking and playing guitar, and sometimes softball when she is coerced into playing.
Sasha: Human witch, though less in a cool hex-girls kinda way and more in a mad scientist kind of way. They’re remarkably good at not dying despite having no self-preservation instinct, and are also incredibly charismatic. They’re also Ophelia’s only friend, though they don’t really start being proper friends until after Eugene shows up, because Sasha is totally down to help keep him as hidden from other demons as possible and also thinks being friends with a demon is cool as hell and isn’t gonna pass up the chance.
Harper: Angel who is bad at her job. She is afraid of demons and witches and all that, but it’s kinda her job to suppress/deal with any that she finds, so when she discovers Eugene she uh...well tries to kill deal with him, but fails miserably. However, over the course of her repeated failed attempts she slowly starts to realize maybe demons aren’t as bad as she was always told and decides to back off. She is roped into being friends with the main three after apologizing because Sasha is addicted to making friends.
Thalia: Demon, Eugene’s twin sister. Is a pretty massive bitch and starts off being evil(and is the one who initially finds and drags Eugene’s ass back to hell) but eventually comes around bcs while she’s pissed he bailed on hell and, by extension, her, she does love her brother and is a decent person deep, DEEP down.
Cassandra: Demon, Thalia’s girlfriend. Basically the only person with two braincells to rub together among these dumbasses BUT ofc no one ever listens to her. Pretty morally neutral, but obeys any orders she’s given. Her feelings towards Thalia are just that post that’s like “I’d follow her into hell but I wish she’d stop going there”. Willing to call Thalia, and others, on their bullshit even if she doesn’t/can’t do anything about it.
That’s the fast rundown, but you can see everything I’ve posted about them here(which includes art).
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Blind Date
I just had to write a little drabble about this omg (my other one got deleted somehow yay for taking a screenshot of the ask)
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Eren Jaeger was so in love with you.
Schoolboy, head over heels, get a boner from you touching his arm- in love with you. He was in love with you that he willing volunteered himself to pick you up from your array of shit dates. He would sit there patiently time after time listening about all these dumbasses who are stupid enough to screw up their chances with you. Meanwhile, he was desperately wishing he could be in their places.
That Friday was no different.
“Before our drinks even arrived, he asked me to sublet his mom’s basement.” You closed the door with a huff, a loud slam echoed throughout the small car.
Eren glanced over to you as you situated yourself in the passenger seat. A look of amusement was clearly written across his face. “So you said yes, right?” He smirked.
You whined and dragged both your hands down your face. “I thought maybe, just maybe this one would be normal. Sasha and Connie both vouched for him!”
“Maybe they thought you looking for a boyfriend actually meant looking for a landlord.”
You slapped Eren’s thigh with a lengthy groan. He chuckled lowly and shift the car to drive. “Eren, I think it’s time I swear off men. No more blind dates. No more apps. No more giving guys my number on girl's night. Nothing. No men.”
Music to Eren’s ears.
Eren smiled, eyes on the road but his mind on you. No more men. What a relief! He would never have to pick you up from another dumb blind date set up from any one of your equally dumb friends for thinking those guys were good enough for you. No more men.
Wait.
He’s a man.
His cocky smile was ripped off his face with new look of unease in its place. His mind now sunk deep into the realm of Eren Jaeger Overthinking™. Swearing off men meant every other man except him… right?
“Eren? You hear what I was saying?”
He broke himself out of spiralling, looking over to you. He cautiously darted his eyes back and forth from the road to you. “Huh-” He slammed on the breaks at the sudden red light. You yelped a little and he quickly apologized.
“You okay? Your mind seems elsewhere. You normally love listening to my shit love life.”
Eren’s ears burned. Should he lie? Should he just say how he was really feeling? He cleared his throat, “If you swear off men can I still ask you out? Or does that like break some kind of rule you’ve made.” He chuckled nervously. “Just wondering.”
“Oh.” Shock. Pure shock. Your eyes were wide and your mouth left in a small o. Eren motherfucking Jaeger wanted to ask you out? The same guy you had been pining for all of University? The very guy you convinced yourself must’ve friend-zoned you since he always offered to pick you up from dates and never caught on to your flirting? You had sent him a drunk text two weeks ago telling him how lonely you were at 2am and he told you to wake Mikasa up to watch a movie. There’s no way. “You want to ask me out?”
Eren took your shock as a good thing, his nervous demeanour quickly replaced by cockiness. “Well, after watching all these guys fuck up time after time, I think it’s time you have someone show you what a real date’s like.” You nodded your head eagerly, shock was still unable to leave your face. “Perfect. How about tomorrow? 8pm? I’ll pick you up.”
“Yes please.”
Relief washed over Eren at those two simple words. That was easier than he ever could have expected. He was about to lean in, closing the distance between the two of you when a car’s horn cut through the air. He looked in his rearview at an elderly woman flipping him off from inside her car, still slamming on the horn.
“The light’s green, Eren!”
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when a want becomes a need
pairing: armin arlert x fem!reader
summary: armin’s so perfect for you, but just so shy. you should help him out of his comfort zone!
wc: 2.3k
author’s note: this… this has done something to me… BUT ANYWAYS, this fic is a part of @the-princess-button / @smfics reader’s in charge collab! this was such a fun change of pace and i couldn’t have asked for a better idea to get me going like this did:) really pushed me to do things a little differently and phew… it was sO fun! much love, sandra<3
cw: nsfw, minors dni, alcohol consumption (good to consent), semi-public sex (handy over clothes at a party & in the uber), dom!reader, sub!armin, face sitting, oral (fem and male receiving), 69ing, face fucking, overstim (male), unprotected sex, creampie
the atmosphere was simply electric as you knocked back a shot of something spicy. your friends grimaced around you, sputtering as the warm liquid glided down their throats.
“shit, that was a bad idea,” jean grimaced, clutching his stomach. connie slapped him on the shoulder, a mirthful laugh departing from his lips.
“c’mon jean-bo, don’t be a pussy!” he teased, waving the empty shot glass in front of his friend’s horrified face. “we’re not done here.”
“want another?” sasha asked you. she was also on ten with connie as she wiggled her eyebrows, the bottle of liquor cradled in her arms like a baby. your eyes searched the room, desperately looking for a way out of getting sloppy drunk and doing something mortifying for connie to record and show it to you every time he had the chance.
a blond sitting on a couch caught your attention. a relieved sigh left your lips as you turned back to the trio, who were already pouring more shots.
“i’m good, thanks though! gonna go see what armin’s up to.”
“aw, party pooper!” sasha whined, but flashed her teeth in an award winning smile anyway as she wrapped her arm around your shoulder in a brief hug. giggling at the way that jean mouthed help me with a terrified expression, you turned on your heel and sauntered over to the blond who was now conversing with someone else.
hitch smiled at you, sitting back from the conversation she had been having with armin. the drink that you had given him earlier that night sat virtually untouched on the table in front of him. plopping down on the couch, you chatted with hitch right over armin.
the girl didn’t exactly make you jealous, as she was the kind of charming person that could strike up a conversation with a brick wall. but ever since you had arrived and laid eyes on armin, with his sleek black turtleneck and jeans, you wanted him all to yourself.
and it hadn’t just been tonight. ever since you’d been introduced to the friend group, you’d always had a thing for the pretty blond boy. he was so kind, so sweet, so caring; but he was just too shy.
you could tell that he was attracted to you as well, as indicated by the blush that always adorned his cheeks when you were present, but he never made any move to further things between the two of you.
but your patience had worn dangerously thin with the skinny love that constantly echoed between you.
you were feeling sinfully courageous, laying a hand on armin’s thigh as you finally said hello to him for the second time that night. the bedroom eyes that you had been giving him basically every time your gazes met once again made their appearance. and hitch wasn’t one to miss social cues.
she gave you a quick wink and dipped under the pretense of taking your place in taking shots with connie, sasha, and jean. so then, it was just you and your prey.
“it’s been a fun night, hasn’t it?” armin commented, grabbing the drink from in front of him and taking a generous sip. his eyes had gone wide at the proximity of your face just inches from his, a sheen of sweat already beading along his forehead. he was just too cute when he was flustered.
“yeah, yeah.” you brushed off his attempt to start a conversation. your lips closed around the straw as you held his gaze while sipping on his drink. the hand that was draped on his thigh treaded north, coming to rest on the semi-hard bulge in his pants.
“‘minnie,” you whispered, leaning in so that your lips were touching his ear, “i want you.”
he nearly choked on his own breath, eyes nearly bulging out of his head at your brazen confession. jerking his head backwards, he looked at you, incredulously, searching your eyes for any kind of indication that what you had said was a joke. but you both knew that it wasn’t.
turning your hand to cup his member, palming him softly through the pants, you remained silent, face unchanging from a suggestive smile.
“oh… uh… okay.” the poor thing was at a complete loss for words, mouth hanging open. his cock twitched against your palm, obviously more adept at expressing his desire for you. “well, there are a few more people i wanna say hi to-”
this was simply unacceptable. you needed him, and you needed him as soon as humanly possible.
“armin,” you tsked, pressing harder against his pants. your brows furrowed together, lip sticking out in a mock pout. your saccharine sweet voice flowed like honey over his ears, dripping with feigned innocence. “am i gonna have you jump you right now in front of everyone, or are you gonna come home with me?”
he was silent for a second too long before you squeezed his poor cock. he gritted his teeth, urging his mouth to form the words he needed to express.
“let me get an uber.”
the poor thing was breathless.
and he remained that way the entire way home as you sat pressed against him, hand pumping him through his jeans. and you were just so dexterous, holding a conversation with the driver, giving no indication that your little friend was falling apart at the seams under your generous hand.
and now, armin’s absolutely pliable as putty and ready to do whatever you want as soon as you cross the doorway. leading him with a sultry smile to the bedroom, he’s not sure if he can even make it through kissing you without busting.
but you don't give him the chance. you push him onto the bed and rip off your panties before he even has a moment to speak.
his attempts at speech are muffled by your cunt as you sit on his face, letting out a moan that had been pent up for far too long. but armin doesn’t complain, doesn’t struggle one bit as he instantaneously darts out his tongue to taste the sweetness that he’s longed for.
his blue eyes meet yours from beneath your skirt hem, picking up the speed of his movements when he finally gets a feel for you, each inch of your precious pussy. it’s like he’s dreamed of this moment and practiced every single move, executing them like a concert pianist.
your hands tangle in his beautiful golden locks, pulling his face up into your warmth, pulling him closer to where you need him the most. his hands timidly roam up your body to paw at your tits over your shirt, but that motion is stopped cold by your hands clasping his wrists.
“uh uh,” you chide, “no touching without permission.”
“can i please?” armin’s voice is muffled between your folds, but it wasn’t like you were going to let him anyway.
“no, you should know better.”
pinning his wrists above his head with a hand of your own, you start to grind feverishly on his face, his nose bumping into your clit at just the right intervals to bring you closer to the edge. and the poor thing is so desperate, bucking his hips up into the air for any kind of friction for his cock that you had been teasing all night.
but armin’s so good at giving, so good at making sure that no drop that leaks from your pussy is wasted. and the man is drunk off of your saccharine essence. his tongue devours you, lips suck your sensitive clit at just the right points.
and you cum all over his face in no time. armin’s spurred by your beautiful moans, hell bent on making you sing more for him, so feel more of your warmth dripping down his cheeks.
his pretty features are covered by your juices as you elevate your hips from his face, lifting your hands from his wrists. but you turn around and smush the boy underneath your sex once again, legs crossing at the ankles to hold his arms in place.
and he knows that his fate has been sealed.
you’re unzipping his pants with a leisurely air, watching as his throbbing cock springs up, tinted an angry red with how long it’s been waiting for genuine stimulation. pre dribbles from the tip like indignant tears with how neglected he feels, but you’re not about to let him go unsatisfied for much longer.
he lets out a titillating moan against your pussy when your thumb rubs the pre in a circle around his cock, allowing the liquid to drip down his length and provide some lubricant for your work. your fingers wrap around his shaft and give him a few testing pumps to gauge how sensitive he is before taking the tip into your mouth.
armin’s head jerks back from your cunt to choke out a strenuous moan, which you respond to by pressing your hips back on his face, forcing him to resume his pleasuring. he does, sheepishly, continuing to sigh and pant against your cunt like he has no control of himself. which, in a sense, he doesn’t.
he can’t help that you lay the right amount of suction on him, that your tongue swirls in just the right patterns, that your hand grasps him at just the right tightness; and he can’t help that he’s fucking his hips into your hand just as if it was your cunt. and he’s so embarrassed about it, cheeks flushed from the heat from your pussy and from the shame of being so needy.
the pressure of his tongue against your clit weakens more and more the closer he comes to cumming. but you’ve wanted armin for so long, wanted this moment for ages; and he’s already made you cum, so what’s the harm in giving him this one?
none, seeing as you take him so far into your mouth that his eyes nearly bulge out of his head and he’s cumming down your throat in no time. his reedy moans are so warm against your cunt, the vibrations singing through the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. within just a few, jerking thrusts, armin empties his load in your mouth.
he hasn’t even caught his breath when you lift your hips from his head, finding the glistening of your juices still adorns his flushed face. he doesn’t know what to say, has no idea how to thank you for such a wonderful experience. but he doesn’t have to say anything, not when your hips are opening to allow you to straddle him, not when you’re pushing his twitching cock into your cunt.
a rasping grunt leaves armin’s lips as you begin to bounce up and down on his cock, pressing your hands against his chest for balance. the blond is speechless, watching in wonder as your tits jiggle in his face, as the juices leak from your cunt down his throbbing shaft.
his hands hesitantly grasp your hips for a few moments, but drift upwards to the place that he wants to feel. his eyes meet yours and he pleads with the blue depths, unable to form a single syllable from how well your cunt milks his cock.
“go right ahead, baby,” you coo, leaning forward to allow him better access to your tits. the slight change in posture works wonders for your clit rubbing against the base of his cock, so you remain that way, relishing in how armin proceeds to bury his face between your tits, moans muffled by the supple flesh.
he’s so vocal, the poor thing, so overstimulated from his last orgasm that he can barely receive a gentle puff of air on his tip without flinching; but the perfect warmth of your cunt? how tightly it squeezes him? he knows he’s a goner.
and you know that he won’t last longer, so you use the grip you have on armin’s chest to bring yourself closer to an orgasm. his lips latch onto your nipple, pleasuring both you and himself with the contact. the added sensation nearly pushes you over the edge, but nothing gets you going like armin’s choked moans telling of his proximity to his climax.
so your walls start to contract around him in no time, which in turn shoves him over the edge as he shoots a few more ropes of cum into you. he’s left absolutely breathless over the encounter, over how he’s wanted you for so long but was too scared to say anything - but he finally has you, and in the best way possible.
you rock together in a messy, sensuous harmony. sweat allows your shiny skin to glide together, hands roaming to pinch and squeeze whatever flesh they please. the warm gush of your cunt wetting both your inner thighs and armin’s as you continue to milk him dry.
a breath passes between the two of you as you gently lay down on armin’s chest, his cock still sheathed in you. your lips finally meet, finally part to allow you to explore each other’s mouths. you’ve never ridden out a high so perfectly before.
after a few more moments of a sloppy makeout, you dismount and go to the bathroom to gather wet washcloths to clean yourselves up. armin graciously takes one from you, and cleans you up carefully, a blissful smile curving the corners of his lips. his compassionate touch hearkens your attention to why you adore him so much, the love that he puts into everything he does.
and as you tumble back into bed together, facing each other to gaze into the other’s eyes, your limbs tangle together in a finishing touch for the night.
“you’re mine,” you whisper to the blond, scooting forward to press a kiss to the tip of his curved nose.
“i know,” he smiles, kissing your forehead and pulling you closer.
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OFF WITH YOUR HEAD
PART 2 OF HEADS WILL ROLL
SYNOPSIS: Whenever school is in session, Eren will just keep finding new places to corner you.
PAIRING: BULLY! EREN x FEM! READER
DEDICATED TO: you guys, always you guys.
WARNINGS: unedited, slight dubcon, groping, degradation, bullying,
WORD COUNT: 2.4K
Gooooood Morning Paradis Birds! Remember to give a big round of applause to the football team for clutching the victory against reigning champion Marley High! We stay undefeated thanks to our excellent and hardworking team. Special shoutout to Captain Eren Yeager for guiding the team to another flawless victory-
You're half-heartedly paying attention to class, sleepily listening to the school announcements over the speaker until the mention of his name douses you like a shock of ice-cold water.
You can't catch the rest of the announcement because your class erupts into cheer, enthusiastically clapping their hands for the boy of the hour.
The only one not joining is you.
Eren's smile is brighter than 100 kilowatts. In the back of your mind, you wonder where he learned to smile like that. When his emotions became so practiced.
Mr.Berner tries to calm the kids down, especially Sasha who bangs on her desks and howls, creating even more hype and ruckus. The class, now in a chattier mode, excitedly breaks into little conversations.
"Man, thank god. That school is so pretentious, I'm glad we finally have something over them."
"Jeez, I know our team was good, but it's this good-?"
"-Bro, year of XXXX is stacked as fuck. It's literally never been this stacked before. We have a whole team of prodigies, it's insane-especially Eren. "
"Yepp. My dad went to Paradis too and he said shit like this never happened during his time. The academic comps were one thing, but these footballs wins? We're being put on the fucking map."
The announcements are still going on, but it's hard to hear over the noise. You're only able to catch the tail end, a useless tidbit about the word of the day.
pre·mo·ni·tion
a strong feeling that something is about to happen, especially something unpleasant.
Here is an example: "She had a premonition of imminent disaster" Have a good day folks, hope it's free of any premonitions!
Overhearing the unceasing praise of the boy who pinched your thighs until they bruise blue and purple was a little painful-but you were used to it. After all, he's putting Paradis on the map. Whatever the fuck that means.
While you didn't love sharing this class with him, he was seated far across the room and surrounded by a gaggle of friends. You might as well have been invisible, the way he did not acknowledge you. Maybe you should treat it as a small mercy.
Unwittingly, your eyelids grow heavy. You're sitting in the back of the class, no one would notice if you took a little nap right? Assured by the fact no one will notice, you lower your head into your folded arms and let your thoughts float.
You dream of vaguely nothing but shadows of smiles, tufts of dark hair, and the smell of the wind at sea until a noise confined to the shape of your name breaks the harmony.
"[y/n?]"
"[y/n?]"
You startle awake with pairs of eyes piercing their gazes at you. Swallowing thickly, you apologize to Mr.Berner who looks worried. He's a good teacher, and one of your favorites.
"I'm sorry Mr.Berner. I had a migraine so I laid my head down." You lie smoothly, with more grace than you knew you were capable of. Course, you could have just said you were taking an unprompted nap, but that would disappoint your lovely teacher.
He sighs, "Guess that can't be helped then. Go to the nurse ok?"
Bingo. The nurse was an understanding lady, she'd let you sleep the rest of the period off. You nod, and start to gather your materials, relieved the class' attention on you was beginning to dwindle.
"Wait, Mr.Berner, let me take her. What if she gets disoriented and falls in the hall?"
Fuuuuck. You should have known. You should have expected this because attached to the request dripping with faux concern was none other than the precious jewel of the kingdom. Eren's intrusion makes your peers perk up again at the scene unfolding in front of them.
You smile, lips tightly pressed, "I'll be fine. I don't want to distract anyone from the lesson and it's a short walk-
"It's still potentially dangerous.", Your teacher interrupts, pinching the bridge of the nose, "And while I'm completely surprised by Eren's sudden streak of altruism, he's right. Something could happen. He'll take you there safely."
A very convenient streak of altruism, all right. You think it over in your head, yeah the nurses' office is right down the hall, and once you're there, he'll leave. Sure, he'll taunt you but you can handle a few minutes worth of cruelty.
It's awkward getting up, and walking in front of the class while Eren props the door open like a gentleman. You know what a sharp contrast it must look like, you and him, you cowering into yourself, not meeting any eyes while he stands tall and confident.
"Do you have everything?" His tone is one of reassurance, and for the barest of the moments, feels too familiar. You know he's not being genuine right now, and for the first time, you question if he was genuine back then.
"You can hold onto my arm if you're too dizzy to walk." He says as you guys slip out of the classroom, purposefully a little too loudly. You hear coos from girls and a stray "She's so lucky!"
He must have heard it too, because he lowers his head to whisper into your ear, "Yeah, very lucky, aren't you?" Wisps of dark hair tickle your cheeks. You see the glint of tiny silver hoops and wonder when he had gotten his ears pierced. The illusion breaks and the performative charming prince's reassuring smile is replaced by a sneer.
"Didn't know you could lie like that, by the way. Some good girl you are if you're trying to ditch class like this." Fingers dig deep into your waist as he drags you along the empty hallway that seems to stretch on for miles.
Your breath gets stuck in your throat, "How did you know I was lying?"
Viridian eyes narrow, "I've seen you get migraines before." There's a knock on your heart. As if realizing he was talking about something far away ago, a vindictive edge laces into words pouring out of his mouth, "I bet you wanted this to happen, didn't you? Wanted to get us all alone."
He's trying to get a rise out of you, that much is obvious. So you ignore him to the best of your ability.
...which quickly proved to be futile, as you suddenly find your arm pinned to your back, and your front facing the nearest walls.
"I asked you a fucking question bitch." He's practically growling, "Fucking answer me."
If there was a world record for the shortest temper, best believe Eren Yeager will have collected that accolade too. He's getting too worked up, and you could definitely feel his harness poking the back on your ass, as he grinds into you.
You manage to crane your neck, wanting to have your face shoved into the wall, and then venomously spit out, "You're not looking for answers. You just want me to repeat whatever you think is true."
This position brings back flashbacks to the library when he caged you in against the bookshelves, and like then, he spins you around to face him quite abruptly.
His smile is full of sharp teeth, "No. I know I'm right."
You don't respond. He moves in closer, his breath fanning on your earlobes. Your body can't help but let an involuntary shudder, and you close your eyes, not wanting to see his pleased grin or the way the fluorescent light makes his hoops gleam like silver bullets.
One calloused finger flicks your nipple, "Do you want to know why I'm right?"
At your lack of response, the dark-haired boy rolls your nipple in between his fingers before pinching it painfully, eliciting a small whimper out of your fuckable lips. "N-no", you answer finally. You're wearing your thinnest bra because of the seasonal heat, and you can't help but regret that decision right now. The fact he's only paying attention to one of your nipples is driving you insane. Not that you want it, but you're so fucking sensitive right now. You struggle in his hold, causing him to hold you tighter, and by now his nails were probably embedded into your skin.
He chuckles at your honesty, rewarding you with a thick stripe of his tongue over the collared shirt of your uniform making you gasp. Did he just-, over your shirt too-, you look down and see a very visible wet spot.
Taking advantage of your distracted state, a eager hand snakes under your skirt until it settles in the middle of your panties. He licks your earlobe before speaking, his voice like ice under your heels.
"You were so fucking wet that day in the library while saying you hated me the entire time," he pauses as his fingers scissor you through your panties, as if to drive the message home, "About as wet as you are right now."
There's a wet spot there too, also caused by him. You crush your eyes shut, "Eren...please just take me to the nurse." You're not even struggling anymore, holding onto him out of your own accord, worried that if you don't hold onto anything-you'd fall on your knees.
The very headache you lied about having seemed not so non-existent after all.
Eren hooks his arms under the plush of your thighs, "Yeah. Of course, that's what I came to do, right?"
*
You had hoped you'd be granted a reprieve in the nurses' office but you'd forgotten that luck was never really in your favor. Because while you guys had entered the squeaky-clean office, the nurse was nowhere in sight.
Instead, a note sat on her desk in unassuming frilly cursive that Eren read with glee.
Sorry students! Minor emergency to take care of, and I'll be back by the middle of the next period. If you're badly hurt, see Mr.Ackerman in room 203. If not, just sit tight! Feel free to take up the beds.
Thank you,
Ms.Ral
Eren had turned to you with shining green eyes, "Since no one's here, I guess I'll have to keep you company. Don't want you to hurt yourself."
There was something claustrophobic about how Eren stood in front of the door as if to signify to get out of here, you had to get through him.
"Maybe I can get Mr.Ackerman..."
Eren's sudden bout of laughter makes you wince and retreat inside of yourself, "For what? A fake headache? You really wanna inconvenience him like that? Mr.Ackerman?"
You take slow steps backward until the back of your knees hit the school bed, making you stumble as you clumsily take a seat. Eren's been marching forward with every retreating step you took, and it's no surprise when he pushes you down the bed, strong hands on the side of your head, while his muscular legs force your thighs apart so he can settle himself in between.
"We have some time to kill, you know." Strands of dark hair fall into his eyes, and without thinking, you reach upwards to brush them aside.
He grips your wrist before you make it that far, nearly gritting out a "What are you doing?"
You just stare, not really knowing why that was your impulse either. Finally, you mouth out, "I want you to leave Eren."
The grip on your wrist is tighter than ever, and you very well know that you're going to have new finger-shaped bruises before the old ones even finish healing.
"And I want to stay." He punctuates each word slowly, and all you can think is how being pinned to a bed is much less painful than having the hard surface of wood digging onto your back.
You're fully aware of the heat in your core, and having Eren on top of you doesn't make this it any easier because fuck, he is attractive. Maddeningly so. And maybe you want him to go away so bad because you're afraid that if his fingers are caught inside of you, you'll thank him for it.
As if reading your mind, he lets go of your wrist (making a mental note of your sluggish movements and slipping resistance) and massages your warm hole from your panties.
"Eren please" You grit out. He merely chuckles, "What are you asking for, whore?"
You could feel tears threatening to fall. This was so embarrassing. Did you want this? Yes, yes. yes, yes. You were so wet right now and had enough of the teasing.
He alternated his kneading from slow and soft to fast and rough, and you couldn't help but let out the prettiest little moans Eren's ever heard. Since you lose all pretenses of resistance, his other hand roughly brushes against your hardened nipples, straining against the fabric of your shirt.
Okay, he decided. He's going to make you beg.
"Beg." It's announced like a command, and while you hear it, you don't really register it because your hips are busy chasing the heat, and it's all too much of an utter disappointment when his long thin fingers leave.
"I said beg slut."
"Eren, please, please. I need you so bad." You're blubbering and you don't care. You just want his pretty fingers to shove aside your panties and rub against your folds. You think back to the library, how wet you were, how the stupid fucking phone call from his coach interrupted him pumping his fingers inside of you. And you didn't know if you were happy or mad he left. But now, all you crave is the blissful wave of pleasure- the very pleasure he's been denying you.
Eren looks down at you, green eyes scrutinizing. After a long while of what it seems to be him just staring, he wipes his fingers on your skirt, brushes back his hair with a wayward hand.
"Looks like I should head back to class. See you later."
Too numb to say anything, you watch him leave with a smirk on his face. When you're sure he's walked away, you curl into yourself and cry.
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"Lets swap drinks?”
Includes: Mikasa, Ymir, Historia, Annie, Fem Hange, Sasha.
Warnings: food.
Summary: TikTok prank, lets swap drinks.
Mikasa
You guys had just gone through the Starbucks drive-thru and Mikasa ordered your favorite drink for you, she had been so sweet today. You took a sip of your drink, it was so good, but you wanted to prank Mikasa today.
“Baby, I don’t like my drink,” you say as you look at her.
“why? I thought it was your favorite,” she says now looking at you, worry evident in her eyes.
“It’s just it is too sweet,” you say and she looks at you tilting her head slightly.
“You have tea, right? Can we swap?” you ask her trying to hide your smile.
She thinks for a little before nodding slightly. You know Mikasa doesn’t like sweet drinks, the fact that she was willing to swap with you made your heart flutter.
“I was just kidding, baby! Have your drink back!” you say and she looks at you with a small pout on her lips.
“you are so unfunny, (Y/N)” she says and you quickly reach over to peck her lips making her smile a little.
This girl is head over the heels for you and would do anything to make you happy, even if that means she has to give you her favorite drink.
Ymir
You and Ymir went to chipotle like you usually do and both of you were now in the car eating. You look over at her, she looks like she is enjoying the food a lot so you decide to prank her.
“Babe, I don’t like my food,” at the same time she spills some beans on her shirt and yells, “oh, fuck, great!”
“babyyyyy,” you call her.
“WHAT?” she says trying to wipe the beans off of her white shirt.
“I don’t like the brown rice,”
“Just eat it,” she says
“I don’t like it, I am not eating it,”
“JUST EAT IT,”
“Nooo, I don’t like it,”
“what do you want me to do about it?” she says but she actually is upset you didn’t like it.
“Can we swap?” you ask pouting.
“UGH fine,” she says as you both swap bowls.
“I HATE brown rice, I am not eating this,” she says as she places it behind the steering wheel.
“Babyy, here have yours back,”
“No, you are hungry you can have it,”
“I was just kidding; I do like brown rice!” you say laughing slightly.
“Okay, here have it back,” she says and you smile softly.
“Thanks, babe,”
“I HAVE BEANS ALL OVER MY WHITE SHIRT,” she says ignoring what you had said before.
This girl can come off mean and is sometimes a little loud and crazy but she loves you so much!
Historia
You and Historia were eating sushi like you do every Friday. You always order the same roll, today you had been scrolling through Tiktok and you saw a couple doing a prank so you decided to do it to Historia.
“Baby?” you say as you took a deep sigh.
“Yes? Something wrong honey?” she asks slightly worried.
“I don’t like my roll,” you say pouting.
“But you always have that roll? Does it taste different?” she asks as she examines your sushi carefully.
“No, I am just tired of it,” you say pushing the sushi away from you.
“Oh, baby, you should’ve said that before we ordered! Here have mine I can have yours,” She says as she swaps sushi and gives you a reassuring smile.
“Baby, I was just kidding! You can have yours back,”
“Oh,” she says, and then she giggles softly.
God your soft Historia would also do anything for her princess! she would even give you all of her food without anything in return, she just wants to see her baby happy!
Annie
You and Annie bought some drinks at this new boba place and were in the parking lot in her car drinking them. Your drink tasted so good, but you wanted to taste Annie’s and at the same time prank her.
“Ann, can I have a sip?” you ask motioning to her drink.
She hums approvingly as she pushes her drink towards you and you take a sip, you don’t really like it much but Annie and you have completely different tastes when it comes to food.
“I like yours better,” you say pouting.
“But you don’t like this flavor,” she says looking at you slightly confused.
“I know but I like it better, can we switch,” you say and her eyes go wide.
“No!” she says, Annie is very protective of her food.
“Pretty please,” you say pouting slightly.
“Just drink yours,” she says staring at you and searching your eyes for any actual hurt. Annie sometimes doesn’t know how to talk to you and is afraid of hurting you.
“Please, Anne? For me?” you say with the best puppy face you could gather.
“Anything for my darling, right?” she says finally giving in as she gives you the drink. You see that she starts opening the door.
“Where are you going?”
“To get another drink,” she says and you tug her hand before she can leave.
“Annie! No, have yours back. It was a prank,” you say giggling, “I don’t like your drink,”
She gets back in and snatches her drink for you pretending to be pissed but you see the small tug of her lips. She won’t admit it often but she loves you so much!
Hange
You look at Hange’s coffee, it was more sugar and milk than coffee but she happily took another sip. Yours was a little stronger and Hange doesn’t like strong coffee at all. She had pranked you a few days ago and you decided to get her back for it.
“Hange?” you asked softly and she looked up to you smiling softly.
“Yes, my dear?” she says as she grabs one of your hands gently, God you almost forgot about the prank at how sweet she is.
“Can I taste your drink?”
“Of course, my darling!” she says as she gives you her drink, she then proceeds to explain everything that’s in it.
“It’s good! Really good,” you say and she smiles gently, “I know! It’s my favorite!” she happily takes another sip.
“I don’t like mine that much,” you say with the best sad expression you could gather.
“Oh, Darling! Here we can share mine!” she says happily getting closer to you and you smile wide at how sweet this girl can be.
“Hange, baby, I was just kidding,” you say and she gently laughs pecking your lips softly.
“you got me, dear, but I wouldn’t mind sharing with you! I love you,” she says now peppering kisses all over your face and you wonder, how on earth did you get so lucky?
Sasha
God if anything, she will eat your food. She would immediately decline to swap any food but when she sees how sad and hurt you look she reluctantly swaps with you. When you tell her, it was a joke she says that you owe her food. This girl loves you more than she loves food, if that’s even possible, so she would give you some of hers.
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𝔰𝔞𝔠𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔢 (𝔪)
❥armin arlert x fem!reader
❥warnings: ddlg dynamics, innocent crybaby!reader
❥word count: 2.4k
❦note: armin and reader are both 18+
❣︎@mushfairy: Omg yes!!! I love Armin but everyone writes him as a sub, but he has so much potential as a dom!!! Smart boy Armin with a dumb lil cadet who frustrates him to no end is just 😍😍
armin is usually patient. sweet and calm, he doesn’t usually feel the urge to lose his temper but when he sees you, he can’t resist that hot urge rushing through his veins.
maybe it’s your innocence. your wide, innocent eyes and your excitement of being a fresh little eighteen year old scout in the survey corps, just graduated a cadet. you keep telling your comrades how wonderful and exciting it’ll be to see the world outside the walls, but armin knows better. he knows that optimism, that hope that’s been growing in his own chest since he too was a child but you’re different. sure, armin isn’t the best soldier but he’s quick-witted, smart and intelligent- you’re not. you’re so ditzy, innocent, so carefree that he can’t help but feel irked around you.
it’s only when he confides in mikasa and sasha quietly that the two of them stare at him in utter surprise.
“armin,” sasha teases. “have you ever considered the reason why you’re so frustrated with y/n is because you want to fuck her?” armin is utterly startled at sasha’s suggestion that he starts choking on his bread- and it’s worse that you happen to be passing right then.
“oh no, armin!” you cry and you’re suddenly whacking his back hard till he’s coughing up the food. his throat is tight and he wheezes, blue eyes stinging but he hates that all he can smell is your sweet scent as you lean over him, your chest pressing into his back as you squeeze his shoulder. “are you okay?”
from that day on armin can’t ever look at you again without the lewd thoughts permeating his mind. all he can focus on is your body being squeezed by the straps of your odm gear, your plush lips stretching out into a pretty smile, your soft voice and little giggles. he feels so wrong, so nasty that all he wants to do is drill his cock into your pretty little cunt, have you drooling around his fingers, trying to moan his name, looking at him like he’s your god.
“hi, armin!” your bright voice rings across the room when you step into the empty dorm, grinning at him as he slowly closes his book. you settle at the end of his bed, your eyes widening as you try to peer at the title. “are you reading?” armin chuckles hesitantly as he tried to move the book away but you’re too quick, gasping as you tug it out of his grasp. “oh wow! is this about outside? isn’t this banned?!”
“yes!” armin hisses, snatching it back with a scandalised look as he glances hesitantly at the closed door. “be quiet!” you just smile sheepishly.
“i’m sorry- but can i see? i really want to go out of the walls and see the world outside! i wonder what it’s like! do you think there’s other people? and what if they speak other languages and eat different foods and have different animals and-”
armin knows what you’re talking about. he’s wondered the same things- he still does- and has the same dreams and he wants to see that endless lake of glittering blue salt water stretching out into the eternal horizon. but you’re yapping away so excitedly, so unaware of the actual horrors outside the walls. the grotesque, monstrous titans blood-hungry and seeing the bloodied, gory remains of your comrades, your friends, as you cling to survival.
“you’ve never seen a titan have you?” the words snap from his lips before he knows it. your face falls as you stare at him, eyes widened, but he can’t stop himself from continuing. “it’s really not that easy out there at all- you’ll be lucky to even survive your first expedition and you think it’s just going to be so easy?” maybe he was too harsh. because his heart sinks as he watches the tears fill your eyes and your bottom lip tremble as you slowly curl in on yourself.
“i’m sorry, armin. i want to be a good soldier- i-i do, i just…” you trail off as a tear roll down your cheek and suddenly shock and regret fills armin as he wraps his arms around you. he didn’t mean to hurt you- you always look so beautiful when you’re happy and now he’s ruined that.
“no, no, don’t cry. shush, no, i didn’t mean it like that.” you sniffle as you cling to him, squirming on his lap and he hates that he can feel your soft ass pressing against his cock, grinding enough for the stimulation to begin to build and blood rushes down to his crotch. “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to yell at you.” you whimper as you look at him with teary eyes, a soft little pout on your lips and armin’s cock just throbs as he gazes at you. so pretty.
his lips are pressing against yours before he knows it, making him freeze with surprise at his own actions but you’re kissing him back just as passionately. your arms wrap around his neck, hips slowly starting to grind against him as you whine and whimper against his lips. you taste so sweet that he just wants more, hands settling on your hips as you mewl into his mouth.
“armin, armin,” he pulls away, your swollen lips wet with saliva and you look so needy with your pretty eyes pleading him. “please, i- i-” you rut desperately against his hardening erection, whimpers bordering on desperate sobs almost escaping.
“what do you want?” he pants, slipping his hand under the hem of your shirt and grazing the soft skin that makes you shiver. you whine as you take his other hand, tugging it down towards your crotch but armin just tuts, narrowing his blue eyes at you. “i won’t know what you want me to do unless you use your words.”
“armin,” you pout as you nuzzle your face into his shoulder, obviously flustered and you look so adorable, so cute and innocent it just makes his cock throb more beneath your clothed cunt. “want you to touch me.”
“where do you want me to touch you?” he snakes his hand further up your body, reaching towards your breasts that makes you sigh, eyes fluttering shut in anticipation.
“my- my- please play with me.”
“here?”
a soft moan falls from you when armin taps his fingers against your clothed cunt, your hips jerking as you grind yourself harder against his hard cock.
“right there! please- i want you.”
he didn’t think he’d ever hear those words, but they’re so sweet, so pretty coming from you he can’t resist meeting your lips in another kiss. you moan into his mouth as he slips his hand down into your trousers, the other reaching to grope your tit and roll the pebbled bud between his fingers, making you mewl into his mouth. you twitch as his fingers press against your swollen clit, slowly rubbing the bundle as your folds dampen with slick, your head falling back against his shoulder with your eyes fluttering shut.
“a-armin-” your breathy sigh shoots straight to his cock- how do you sound so sweet, so innocent yet so sinful?
“do you like that?” he murmurs, teeth catching the lobe of your ear and sucking it gently, eliciting soft sighs from you. you nod as he swirls your clit faster, your legs squirming over his and your back arching to push your chest further into his hand.
“m-more- please, give me more.” with such wide eyes begging him, you look too cute for armin to deny you, and the first moan that falls from your lips as he slides a finger into your pussy is so beautiful.
your walls cling to his fingers, warm, wet slick drooling over his hand as he pumps them slowly, rubbing against your sensitive walls with the heel of his hand pressed against your clit.
“is this what you wanted, princess?” you whine in response, squirming on his lap as he speeds up the thrusts of his fingers into your sopping cunt, the lewd squelching melding with your soft, sinful moans. “you’re drenching my hand- and you’re so tight.” his words just make your walls squeeze tighter, your hips grinding as you meet the thrusts of his hands, almost fucking yourself on his fingers. “such pretty moans.”
“a-armin, need to cum.” you whimper, clinging to his arm. “want to cum?”
“you want to cum?” armin inhales sharply, his cock throbbing at the thought of you releasing all of over his hand. he nods, thrusting his fingers faster into your wet cunt and curling to reach further, rubbing at your spongy walls as wetness coats his fingers. “go on, cum for me, pretty girl. cum all over my hand.”
your head falls back when you cum, tight walls convulsing around his fingers and soft moans falling from your lips. armin watches you closely, not being able to resist grinding his hardened cock into your ass as you drench his hand in your release, bucking your hips against his thrusting fingers- you look so beautiful with your mouth hanging open, your moans so delicious and your eyes growing hazy with the rush of your orgasm. when he finally pulls his fingers out of your throbbing cunt they’re coated in a thick sheen of your release and a wave of awkwardness washes over him, his cheeks suddenly growing hot.
“i-” he’s stunned when you grab his hand and stuff his fingers into your mouth, moaning lewdly at the taste of yourself. he stares, watching you lap and lick the slick off his limbs, sucking around the pads of his fingers with your pretty lips glistening with saliva, your lustful eyes locked with his.
“want more, armin. please, give me more.” you bounce on his lap, your cunt pressing and rutting against his throbbing erection, giving just the slightest hint of stimulation that makes him exhale heavily.
“you want my cock?” he didn’t think he could be so lewd but seeing you so hungry for his dick, so needy and desperate as you grind against him, even after he just fucked you on his fingers, makes a thrill run through him. he didn’t think you’d be so insatiable. “beg for it.”
“armin,” you whine, rutting against him with the layers of fabric only making the friction feel better, offering some relief to his painfully hard cock. “give me your cock, please! want you to fill me up- fuck me please. make me cum on your cock.” your needy whimpers are so irresistible, armin presses his lips against yours as he pushes you flat on the bed. you mewl into his mouth, arms wrapping around his neck as he pushes his pants down to his thighs, tugging your own down too. you whine when he pulls away, bucking your hips desperately when he spreads your legs apart, inhaling sharply at the sight of your pussy a sticky mess, slick smeared across your folds and thighs.
“such a pretty cunny.” he coos, tapping your clit to make you whine as your hips jerk.
“armin! i need you to fuck me!” tears swell in the corners of your eyes, utter desperation etched across your face that armin can’t help but smile as he guides his cock towards your entrance. he’s painfully hard , the head flushed red as it leaks precum, the vein lining along his dick so prominent.
“patience, baby.” he smirks, tapping the cockhead against your sensitive clit. “you know i’ll give you what you want.”
your eyes roll to the back of your head when he pushes his cock into you, your walls tightening around him immediately and back arching off the bed. a loud whining moan escapes from you, your hands clinging to his shoulders with your nails piercing through the fabric, legs wrapping around his waist as he sinks his hard, throbbing dick into your pussy. you’re so tight, your wet walls cling to him, tightening and pulsating that he groans with the pleasure, trying to muffle himself with the kisses he presses to your jaw.
“you’re so tight- your pussy feels so good, baby.”
“armin-” you’re choking on your moan, legs locked around his waist and your arms tightening around his shoulders. “please! move- want you.” he kisses your lips sweetly as he begins to rock his hips into, fucking his cock against your sensitive walls. each thrust has his pubic bone grinding against your clit, your moans heavy in his ear as you cling to him. he can see how your eyes grow hazy, knowing the pleasure running through you must feel as electrifying as it feels to him, that your mind is as cloudy as his.
“you’re taking my cock so well, angel.” he wants to watch your pussy suck his cock back in, see his length drenched in your glistening slick, but with the way you’re clinging to him, whining with your hips bucking up to meet his thrusts he can’t. but it feels euphoric, tight walls gripping him and your slick drenching him. “am i fucking you good?”
“so- so good!” you moan lewdly, eyes rolling to the back of your head with a particularly sharp thrust. you whine even louder when his cock brushes a sensitive spot that has your mouth falling open, drool spilling lewdly, and armin knows you’re closer and closer to the edge. wetness drools from your pussy as he fucks you faster, hips snapping into yours and his hand slipping between your bodies to rub your swollen clit, your chest pressed against his.
“are you close, baby? do you want to cum again? do you want to cum all over my cock?” he teases. you nod heavily, eyes clenching shut as heavy moans fall from your lips, the bed creaking with every hard thrust.
“g-gonna- gonna-” you can barely speak but you don’t need to when armin fucks you hard, thrusts growing sloppy as your walls squeeze him tight.
“gonna cum? do it, baby. cum on me.”
you moan loud as your orgasm hits you, prolonged as he fucks you through your high. your eyes roll to the back of your head, your fingers tugging on his hair as your legs tighten around his waist, pulling him in deeper. it feels so good- your wetness gushing around him, walls squeezing so tight he’s thankful you let go just the moment his own orgasm hits. he gasps as he pulls out, hard cock twitching as sticky cum spurts over your drenched folds and thighs, your eyes wide as you watch.
armin isn’t sure what to say, his dominant nature washing away with the lust but he doesn’t have to say anything when you smile, sitting up to wrap your arms around his neck and pull him into a deep kiss.
“if you always treat me like this after i cry,” you smile, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck. “then i’d let you yell at me more.”
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Sugar, Sugar 15
[FIFTEEN/END]
MASTERLIST
Warnings: non-consent sex and rape, violence, mean sugary Steve
This is a dark! sugar daddy! Steve fic. Obvious AU so please keep that in mind. :) That being said, it will be an explicit fic (18+) with noncon. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
(This chapter: violence, threats, fear :O)
Series Summary: The reader is struggling in the big city but find opportunity before her. Will she take it?
This Chapter: The wedding day approaches but not everything goes to plan.
Author Notes: So this is another series wrapped up after a grueling two years, haha. Sorry y’all.
Please let me know what you think, like and reblog <3 love ya
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The floor length mirror was trimmed with twisted gold. You stared at your reflection as your shaky hands pressed against the front of the ivory dress. The cut hid the small bump but you could not forget it. Ever since you confessed, it all happened so fast; the wedding was pushed up, the dress tailored and expedited, and invitations sent out in a rush.
It all felt surreal. The day had come but you just couldn’t accept it. How could you go through those doors and smile through it all?
You closed your eyes and let your breath out. They would knock when it was your time. Your father would be waiting to walk you down the aisle. The guests waited eagerly for the most talked about ceremony in the city. And you still felt like just a footnote in your own wedding.
You moved away from the mirror and sat unsteadily, gripping the arms of the cushioned chair, careful not to catch your veil under you. That night you told him, that was the final straw. But you didn’t forget what Sasha said. You took a picture of the broken door and wrote down the entire scene. You sent it to yourself in an email as proof.
That wasn’t the last time. You recorded Steve one day when he came in as you were texting your sister about the new date. You hadn’t answered his last message about your first appointment with the doctor. He was livid and you sat and listened to him rant as the red dots pulsed. You wrote down every instance, every time he made you appease him, every terrifying word.
Then there were the police reports. Nothing more than words in a filing cabinet but the night he choked you was just the beginning. He threatened to break your finger when you took your ring off because your hands were swelling. Then he broke your laptop when you didn’t pay him enough attention.
As the wedding loomed closer, he only seemed to get worse. He was clingy, always touching you, marveling over your stomach. He checked in almost every hour on the hour when he was working, and you weren’t stupid enough not to notice that the building was being watched.
It was like you were living two lives and yet you were entirely trapped with him. What good could the emails do? Or the reports when the police wouldn’t act on them? You were going to marry this man and that would be the end of it; of you, of your life.
Knuckles tapped on the door and you stood. You crossed the room and inched it open the door. You flinched as you were met by an unexpected and uninvited guest.
“Sasha?” you gasped.
“You’re marrying him then?” he held the handle but you didn’t try to close the door, “the account gone, I heard nothing from you.”
“I… I’m scared,” you admitted, “when he found out, I thought he was going to--” you shook your head. He wouldn’t actually kill you.
“You know it’s not too late,” Sasha urged.
“You can’t be here, it he finds out, he’ll--”
“I’ll defend myself,” Sasha snarled uncharacteristically, “I’ll give him what he deserves.’
“No, I don’t want you to get hurt. You need to go,” you begged as you glanced past him furtively.
“I will. Come with me,” he said, “just go. Everyone’s distracted, they won’t know--”
“I can’t just leave. You don’t understand--”
“No, you don’t understand,” he argued, “if you marry him, it all gets so much more complicated. I told you that day at the café. It will be harder to fight after the vows, but right now, you can still get out.”
“And go where?”
He swallowed and looked down the hall. You could hear the distant murmur of the crowd.
“Did you do any of it? Keep a journal? Something?” he asked.
“I tried. I went to the police but nothing,” you sniffed and gripped the door tight.
“Nothing yet but that’s a start,” he chewed the inside of his lip.
“Why are you here? Why is this so important to you?”
“Because I can do something,” he hissed, “because I can’t live with it if I don’t. So come on. Come with me, I got a bigger place. It’ll have to do for now and then we’ll work on getting you standing, getting the baby somewhere to grow--”
“Am I trading him for you?”
“I’m your friend,” he said evenly, “that will never change. All I want is you safe. If it makes you feel better, I’ll sleep in the hall. You can lock me out and I’ll sleep against the door. But I came down here knowing I wouldn’t leave without you.”
“It’s a sweet fantasy but--”
“Come on,” he grabbed your hand and pushed the door open, “please, don’t go with him. It doesn’t end well. You don’t get out. It doesn’t get better.”
“I have nothing,” you quavered.
“You have me,” he said, “please don’t make me walk out of here alone.”
“I….” you uttered as your heart squeezed. “He’ll come after you.”
“Good, I want him to,” he clung to you, “please?”
You inhaled and heard the voices. Your father and your sister. You had no time to think but you knew it was your only chance.
“Let’s go,” you lifted your skirt and pulled the door shut behind you as you stepped out, “now.”
He held onto your hand as you rushed away from the voices and skirted around the corner. Sasha urged you on down the back stairs and through the maze like halls of the extravagant church. You nearly tumbled down the stairs and he caught you as you came along the narrow passage beside the main room, the guests and groom just on the other side of the wall.
You came out into the sunlight and Sasha lifted the train of your skirts as he directed you over the grass. our heels sank into the dirt as you rushed over and the organ began to play Here Comes the Bride. As he helped stuff the swathes of fabric in behind you in his modest car, the music stopped suddenly.
He closed the door as you were squished in the back seat amid your layered skirts and he got in the front. The engine turned and he nearly side swept another car as he pulled out without looking. You peeked back behind you but saw no one coming down the large steps of the church.
He turned the corner and sidled in behind a yellow cab. He looked at you in the mirror and nodded. You bit your lips nervously as reality sank in. Your chest hammered and your entire body buzzed with adrenaline. You knew it was only the beginning.
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The day passed in a daze. You sat in your wedding dress waiting for all hell to break loose. Sasha sat with a beer, silently, and tapped his foot endlessly. When the silence was too much, he turned on the television but neither of you paid any attention to the old sitcom.
When the trance of disbelief dissipated, he showed you around his spacious loft. He was being paid well by Stark but you worried how long he would stay on the payroll after what he’d done. Steve wasn’t stupid and there were more photographers at the church then you’d seen collectively over the last year and a half.
“This is the second bedroom,” he showed you into a room with gleaming windows. There was a bed, a dresser, curtains, a cozy rug, all carefully selected, “I thought you’d be here sooner.”
Your eyes lingered on the box leaned against the far wall. A crib.
“Didn’t know how long…” his voice trailed off as he followed your eye line, “I’m not trying to be him. You can go anytime but I… you have a place here.”
Your eyes welled and you blotted them with your knuckles, the rough lace of your gloves scratching your cheeks, “you did all this for me?”
“I told you, I’d do anything,” he said.
“But… Sasha, I don’t--”
“I don’t expect anything from you. High school was a long time ago but you made it bearable for the biggest dweeb in the class.” He sighed and paced a circle around the room, “you know, I had the biggest crush on you. That doesn’t mean anything now, it doesn’t mean I want you to fall into my arms, but it means I want to help you. It’s the right thing to do, somehow I made a career of doing the right thing so what’s one more?”
You felt your chest sink and you covered your cheeks with your hands, “Sasha?”
“Please,” he cringed, “I was a teen boy, I think I had a thing for Oprah once. Really, it’s just… we’re friends. We’ll always be friends.”
“I can’t…” you sniffled and dropped your hands, “I don’t deserve any of this.”
“He doesn’t deserve you,” Sasha intoned, “and you don’t deserve to live like that. I know this isn’t much but I know you. You’ll find your way, you just got a little lost.”
“I…” you shook your head speechless.
“We’ll figure everything else out tomorrow. You can borrow some of my clothes for tonight and then we can see about retrieving your things from Steve,” he neared the door and stopped beside you, “or we can say fuck it and you can start all over.”
You turned and slung your arms around him. You buried your face against his shoulder as tears spilled out onto his jacket.
“How did you know?” you sobbed.
“That day at the shower,” he rubbed your back gently, “you know, lawyers learn how to read people and you never were very good at subtlety.”
“No,” you chuckled through your tears, “No, it’s why I was great as a bard.”
“Mmm,” he grumbled, “if that’s how you remember it.”
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It felt like Sasha was gone forever but when you checked the clock, it had only been twenty minutes.
You sat on the couch with your feet under you as you watched the news and rocked nervously. All anyone was talking about was Steve Rogers’ runaway bride. Your face was everywhere and the statement issued by Steve made it all the worse.
He painted you as a gold-digger, as an adulterer, as a swindler. He was the heartbroken fiancé and you were the wrongdoer. You knew it would go this way but expectation never softened reality.
You flinched as the lock turned and Sasha entered with a bag in hand. He came to the couch and set it down beside you.
“I don’t know about my taste in women's clothes but those should do,” he said as he checked his watch, “we should go soon.”
“Yeah,” you stood and opened the bag to reveal the lavender blouse and dark jeans, “you really didn’t have to--”
“You kidding, he’s gonna be surrounded by cameras. You can’t win his game if you don’t play it. I’ve dealt with his type before, they’re the ones who need lawyers on standby,” he sneered, “did you eat?”
“Yeah, thanks,” you swiped up the bag and headed for the hallway, “it was good.”
“No problem,” he shrugged as he grabbed the remote and shut off the tv, “and ignore all that nonsense.”
You got dressed and emerged as your anxiety grew to impatience. You left the apartment in brittle silence and the car ride fed the uneasy bubbling of your stomach. .
As you came up to Steve’s building, you sat for a moment before you got out. Sasha followed and shoulder away the cameras as you neared the front door
The elevator moved slowly and fidgeted uncontrollably as it dinged on Steve’s floor. You swallowed and braced yourself to face Steve. Sasha kept a few feet back as you walked down the hall and stopped at the door. You knocked as you found it locked.
It was a while before it opened but when it did, you were startled as Steve grabbed the front of your blouse and wrenched you inside. He spun you but quickly released you as he was knocked off balance and sent sprawling over the floor. Sasha stood above him with his hands in fists.
“Hey,” he pointed at Steve then looked at you, “you okay?”
You nodded as Steve glared between the two of you and cautiously got to his feet, “so you brought your little boyfriend?”
“She’s here to get her stuff. We thought we’d avoid a police escort, as her lawyer I thought it prudent, but we can always make that phone call,” Sasha said sternly, “she is entitled to her possessions.”
“Her stuff? I paid for every single thing she has to her name. Hers? Mine.” Steve spat and reared on you again, only to be caught by Sasha as he inserted himself between you.
“You will not touch her again. Those things you bought for her were gifts. You have no legal rights to them once they are given. She will take her clothes, her phone, and any other necessities.”
“Pfft, she’s not taking anything. She’s not going anywhere,” Steve growled, “she not yours--”
“I am certain the photogs would appreciate a show,” Sasha pulled out his phone, “police? That can only be a domestic dispute.”
Steve squinted and his nose flared as he looked at you over Sasha’s shoulder, “fucking slut.” He crossed his arms and stepped aside, “get your shit, get out…” he hissed, “but I have my rights too. You will not keep me from my baby.”
“That will be settled in court,” Sasha replied coolly, “go on, get your things.”
He waved you past him as he kept you shield from Steve. He was of a height with Steve but not as broad. Even so, you felt safe behind him. You rushed down to the bedroom and quickly gathered up your toiletries and those clothes you didn’t absolutely hate. Your phone screen was shattered but you took it anyway.
As you emerged again, a bag slung on your shoulder, you slid the ring from your finger.
“You can keep the rest,” you said as you placed the band on the small round table just inside the front room, “goodbye Steve.”
“Goodbye? Goodbye?” he spat, “this isn’t the end and you fucking know it.”
“Calm down,” Sasha warned.
“You don’t tell me what to do,” Steve shoved him, “I should fucking smash your head in--”
“I’d like you to try,” Sasha stood his ground, “really. You think the court would let a violent man be around an infant?”
Steve scoffed and rolled his eyes. He backed down and shouldered by Sasha. “Get the fuck out.”
You left quickly. You had no desire to hang around. As you stepped onto the elevator, Sasha softly touched your elbow and you winced. The bag fell to your elbow and he quickly scooped it up and heaved it over his own shoulder.
“You okay?” he asked.
“No, I don’t think so,” you said, “he was so angry. I--”
“I was stupid, we should’ve brought the police. Fuck the cameras,” he said, “from this point on, no contact with him whatsoever. Only through me and the court. No talking to reporters, no nothing.”
“Yeah, that won’t be hard,” you uttered as he led you out of the elevator.
As you came outside, cameras flashed and voices called out. You collided with Sasha as he was blocked by a photographer shouting questions, “is it true you’re pregnant? Is it Steve’s?”
“My client will not be answering questions,” Sasha kept on and made a path for you, “go, she’s not answering any of your questions.”
He elbowed past more cameras and opened the car door for you. You fell inside and quickly huddled down in your seat. As he sat behind the wheel, he mumbled and pulled out into traffic. He gripped the wheel tightly and pushed himself back into the vinyl.
“That asshole,” he said, “he’s gonna want the paternity test. This isn’t gonna be pretty.”
“I can’t… he fucking told them. I mean, I’m not surprised but… god,” you grimaced.
“We’ll get the test done before he makes a formal request,” Sasha said, “it shows transparency and when we hand over those results, we’ll include those police reports too.”
“Police reports?” you blinked.
“Sorry, I… It’s a suggestion,” he said tersely, “but he’s going to make this a trial by media.”
“No, no, I want to,” you said firmly, “I want everyone to know the real Steve Rogers.”
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‘I was just like many struggling in the city. I worked a low-paying job in data entry and lived in an apartment which was little more than a box. The dreams of the big city were passing me by as there was little opportunity to be found.
Then I met Steve Rogers. Like a dream or a Lifetime movie. I was in debt, I was desperate, and he offered me a safety net. I can own my part in the relationship; I was interested and I accepted his generosity. I was all too happy with the arrangement.
That was until I found out that it was all based on a lie. I didn’t know that he had access to my accounts even before I knew him, that he had used his connections to force me into that dire situation. And I could not know the real man behind the billionaire façade.
It was little things at first. Any woman loves to feel wanted but his possessiveness soon turned to control. He kept me isolated from my own family and did not permit me to do anything without his permission. His affection turned to obsession and when it was not reciprocated he forced it from me.
He took me on vacation and did not allow me to wear clothes. He chose what I wore, how I looked, and what I did. He coerced me into acts I was reluctant about, and when he was too rough, he did not listen to my pleas for him to stop.
When I tried to leave him, he followed me and dragged me back. He had me watched by PIs and surveilled all my communications. He used his financial power to control me and when that did not work, he used his physical power.
Steve Rogers abused me. He yelled in my face, he threatened my family, and he choked me.
Steve Rogers raped me. He expected me to bend to his will whenever he desired and when I refused, he held me down and did what he wanted.
Steve Rogers took my whole life and when I chose to leave, he set his eyes on the life inside of me.
The only thing I want from him is freedom. I want to live safely with my child and I want that child to never experience the abuse of their father. I never want anyone to know that horror again which is why I have written this and released the police records. I am not asking for anything but peace for me and my unborn child.’
The statement was carefully edited by Sasha. You reread the font across the glossy pages of Vanity Fair, the article spliced with excerpts not only from the police reports, but your own emailed accounts of your relationship, and the whole thing began with an image of that broken bathroom door.
It was two months since you ran away from the altar but life was not a romcom. It was a disaster. Even with the article, you knew not all would believe you. You knew it would open you to doubt and vitriol. And you knew Steve would have a response.
You closed the magazine and groaned as you rubbed your hips. Freedom didn’t feel so… freeing. There was a long way to go; court dates, doctor’s appointment, and depositions. But it was a start.
You rested your hand on your stomach and pushed on the arm of the couch as you stood stiffly. When you were halfway up, you felt a hand on your elbow and Sasha helped you stand straight. You smiled guiltily. You’d grown a lot in the last few weeks and still had nearly four months to go.
“The reviews are good,” he said, “I know that is kinda grim but… people seem to believe you.”
“Seem to?” you echoed as you went to the kitchen and pulled out the container of sliced strawberries, “or they don’t?”
“Well,” he leaned on the counter as he watched you add too much cream to the berries and smiled, “Stark Industries has cut ties with Shield, Inc. and Tony has made a sizeable donation to several shelters across the city,” he cupped his chin coyly as he leaned on his elbow, “and will be covering legal costs for the support hearings seeing as I can’t legally represent you anymore.”
“Oh,” your mouth fell open before you could spray some cream onto your tongue, “when were you going to tell me this?”
“I’m telling you now,” he crossed his arms as he shifted them further over the island, “I thought I’d give the good news first.”
“And the bad?” you put down the can of cream as you neared the marble across from him.
“I have several requests for interviews and I think you should do at least one,” he said, “I know you hate reporters and all that but… with a little Rogers baby on board, it’s just another part of the process.”
“Oh, and what should I tell them,” you edged around the counter towards him, “that I moved? That I found someone better?” He turned to you, his lips curved as he leaned in and you turned your face up to peck his lips, “or maybe I should tell them I’m single? Keep the intrigue?”
“As long as you tell them I’m handsome, I don’t mind,” he purred as he placed his hand on your side.
“Oh, how could I leave that out?” you cooed and kissed him again, “patient, loving, kind… but what a geek?”
“A geek?” he smirked and framed your chin with his hands, “says the dungeon master.”
You giggled and ran your hands up his chest, “someone’s gotta raise this little bard well.”
“Oh, no, no, she’s not gonna be a bard. Maybe a cleric?”
“No way! That’s lame,” you chirped, “how about… a sorcerer? Ours is a bit lacking.”
“Excuse you,” he quipped, “what was your AC again? Maybe next session I’ll run out of healing spells.”
“See?” you taunted, “geek.”
You drew him to you until he was pressed to your belly and he swept you up in a kiss. You rocked with him as he turned you against the counter and slowly parted.
You squeezed his wrist as you went back around to your strawberries and cream. You took a spoon and scooped up a mouthful as you slid your phone towards you. Sasha stayed as he was, watching you scroll through the emails and piled up texts.
You stopped as one blared in all caps. There was no name, only ‘Private’. You opened the conversation and found a dozen bubbles; ‘THIS ISN’T OVER’, ‘HE CAN’T KEEP YOUR FROM ME’, ‘CUTE, YOU THINK PEOPLE BELIEVE YOUR SHIT.’ Another message blipped up, an image and you dropped your spoon as it opened.
You saw the picture of your sister and her son. You shook as you put your hand down on the counter and choked on the cream.
“What?” Sasha reached over and turned your phone to him, “Shit,” he sighed and blocked the number, “he’s just stacking the evidence against himself.”
“I--” you blinked as tears boiled behind your eyes.
“You don’t need to be afraid,” he screencapped the conversation, “this just makes the case even easier.”
“No, I will always be afraid of him,” you said as you touched your stomach, “it’s not just about me anymore.”
“And it’s not just you anymore,” he took your hand and rubbed the back of it with his thumb, “we’ve been through worse. If we can get through a cave full of orcs, we can defeat Steve Rogers.”
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