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𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭. it's very light, almost unnoticeable since he has such good diction. however, spending quite a deal of quality time with your boyfriend made you fall even more in love with him over his every detail. it's arguably one of the things that enchanted you the most at the start of your relationship: the way his accent slightly thickened when he rambled excitedly about something he liked – or just talking rushedly in general – never failed to bring a smile to your face and hearts to your eyes.

everytime armin noticed your dreamy stare, he'd always nervously apologize for rambling again, his intrusive thoughts always telling him he might be boring you. “not at all, honey. i actually love hearing you talk about things you like.” you'd always tell him sincerely, smiling and cradling his hand in yours, giving his knuckles sweet kisses.

“o-oh, okay.” he'd say bashfully, a beaming smile playing on his soft lips. and it was true, listening to him talk was always so interesting, satisfying even. and not only for his appealing interests. you also never missed how attractive he sounded. only his voice was already enticing for itself; bright, soothing, a little breathy, and with the kind of timbre that soaked into your skin, melodic like only an angel's could be.

so when the faint accent mingled with his voice and tongue, it was beyond adorable to hear. i actually believe armin has a bit of a german ancestry through his grandfather and his perfect german fluency could be connected to it since he lived with his grandpa for a time. once when you asked him to read a text in the language for you, it was almost as if the words poured out of his mouth like pure chocolate. a simple thing as armin's voice in that language could send tingles to your deepest core. it was captivating, sultry almost.

also his accent mostly thickens with the extremes of his emotions – making him sometimes even slip a german word midsentence without noticing – it can go from extreme joy to annoyance. the first earning him dozens of kisses to his cheeks due to his surpassing cuteness... the latter, however, brings us to discuss a very important topic: frustrated armin cursing in german™... which in that case means it can earn him a effective and glorious kind of stress release, and you, well... let's say one of the most mindblowing sex experiences of your life.

i'll elaborate on the experience with expressive details on another day, meanwhile, enjoy this little brainrot.😋

by GIRLYBELLE.

The Vampire

(Eren x Reader) - Word Count: 3.9k

Creature: a corpse supposed, in European folklore, to leave its grave at night to drink the blood of the living by biting their necks with long pointed canine teeth.

Warnings: Slight Powerplay, Unprotected Sex, (Kind of) Public Sex, Blood Kink

Quick Summary: a night at a new, popular, and mysterious nightclub opens your eyes and makes you a permanent member.

Extra Notes: Happy Halloween, everybody! I had so much fun writing for every day this week and I hope to do this next year as well! I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did! And I hope you had a super spooky day!

Just a few minutes outside of the nightclub was enough to make you want to down another shot. You were already dazed from six celebratory shots back at the apartment, but you could still notice that something about this place was off. You just couldn’t ignore the cold air, the cold bodies, and the cold glares you got upon joining the line - drinking until you could hardly remember which dress you were wearing was the only way to feel better in a place like this, around people like these.

The nightclub had just opened up a month or two ago. It was right in town, in the center of the city’s college scene, and attracted a specific type of people. You had driven by this place more times than you could count, and every time you saw the people entering, they were decked out in blacks, laces, and sometimes even dark red scarves around their necks.

The place was always dark as well, from the black exterior to the lack of a neon sign on the outside, and even a lack of windows as well. The nightclub didn’t even need much of an advertising campaign, it always had lines of people waiting to get inside - even the night that you decided to show up along with your roommate, Mikasa.

You didn’t understand why you were waiting in line when you had been invited here tonight. You had been sitting in your normal Tuesday afternoon class when your classmate, Jean, had asked you about your weekend plans. He was known for throwing expensive house parties, so you were hoping for an invite to one of those events, but what you got was so much better. He practically begged you to check this place out, calling it by the mostly unknown name of Freedom. The club was exclusive enough to make your adrenaline pump through your veins just by imagining a possible night out in there.

But, even in your most realistic daydreams of this place, you never imagined the sickening reality of how cold you would grow from waiting outside of the building. The weather wasn’t necessarily cold, but being late October, the middle of the night, and most of your skin being exposed by your lack of clothing was enough to make goosebumps decorate most of your body just waiting for the line to move a step forward.

“We shouldn’t even be waiting right now,” Mikasa said annoyedly, mostly to herself, “I’m a red member, this doesn’t make any sense.”

“A red member?” You glanced down at the red scarf now around her neck, and you were sure it wasn’t there earlier. “What’s a red member?”

“You’ll find out.”

You wanted to pry, but part of you didn’t even want to find out what Mikasa could mean by those words. You were sure you’d find out soon enough anyways, it wasn’t like the Universe to dangle something so seemingly important and not contribute it to your everyday life. Maybe you’d also end up being a red member by the end of the night, you never know - but also, you weren’t sure you actually wanted to be a red member, the phrase itself gave you the creeps.

You went up on your toes in an attempt to see the front of the line, you seemed to be farther from the entrance than you were an hour ago. And, the worst part of the entire thing was nobody was even being let in right now. You’d been waiting in line for how long and it hasn’t moved forward even a step. And, you swore if one more person walked by the entire line and just waltzed right into the nightclub, you were going to start demanding a manager or something a bit less dramatic than that.

You moved from one foot to the other, trying to conserve some kind of heat in your body. You were two minutes away from grabbing Mikasa’s hand and marching her and yourself back to your apartment ten blocks away. This was ridiculous, this was no way to treat invited guests and apparent red members, whatever that meant.

“Mikasa,” You said from behind chattering teeth, “If-f they don’t let us i-in soon, I swear I-”

“Eren.” Mikasa wasn’t even paying attention to you, instead grabbing for a boy walking by her on the other side of the red velvet rope. “And Jean, hi - could you help us get inside?”

“Yeah,” Jean said quickly, “I don’t know what you guys are even doing out here, you’re both on the list for tonight - you should’ve called me or Eren, Mikasa, we could’ve helped you as soon as you got here.”

“You-you’ll help us inside?” You leaned towards the two boys, staring at them with wide eyes and a wide smile. “Tha-that’s so nice!”

“Of course darling,” The boy you heard Mikasa call Eren said, “And, you can even sit with us if you’d like - we’re VIP, so we get free drinks back there and we don’t get bothered by boring people.”

You rubbed your hands down your biceps, attempting to create heat for your body, “Th-thanks!” You couldn’t say more than one word without your face hurting from the cold.

Eren shrugged before holding the red velvet rope over your head as you moved after Mikasa underneath it. Jean concentrated all of his attention on Mikasa, not even giving you a pity wave, so you were instead stuck with his friend, Eren.

Eren couldn’t keep his eyes off of you, watching as you rubbed your cold limbs to bring life back to them. His emerald eyes were heavy on your skin as you attempted to ignore his penetrating glare. The boy licked his lips before grabbing your attention by suddenly speaking.

“Are you cold?” You nodded quickly, trying to keep from speaking in broken words from your chattering teeth. “That’s too bad, I could get you a red scarf if you’d like.” You didn’t like the way Eren smiled at you after he said that. “It’ll keep you warm in this awful October weather.”

You bit your bottom lip harshly, “And, wha-what do I have to do f-for that?”

Eren grinned even wider, “Don’t worry, I’ll show you.”

It was surprising to you how seemingly easy it was to enter the nightclub - well, if you were Jean or Eren. Jean was leading the group, so he just walked up to the bouncer outside of the entrance and mumbled something low to him. The big muscled bouncer quickly glanced over the group, and nodded you all in. If you knew all you had to do was mumble some nonsense and wait for a nod, you’d have been out of the cold and dancing inside an hour ago.

The inside of the nightclub was almost as dark as the exterior. There were some blinking lights over the dancefloor, and a red LED light decorating the top of the bar, but other than that, it was as dark as night in here. You were sure the outside was actually brighter than the inside, at least the street had lamps.

You kept close to Eren as he walked towards their VIP section in the back of the club. With the lack of light, you had to hold onto the back of his black button up shirt to keep from getting lost amongst the people. You could barely see other people as they walked by and scooted through the group, but Eren saw all of them and he made sure to keep you safe from them.

You tried to get a good look of the nightclub as you walked through it, but it was hard to do with the lack of lights. All you could really see were dancers grabbing at each other and kissing each other’s necks on the dancefloor. And you even noticed a strange amount of red scarves being discarded on the floor everywhere you looked.

“‘You still with me?” Eren shouted to you, behind his back, over the loud music coming from all around the nightclub. “I can’t feel your hand anymore, darling.”

“Here,” You said before wrapping your hand around his side as confirmation of your existence.

Eren met your hand on his ribs, putting his deathly cold fingers on top of your own, “Good, I’d hate to lose you so early in the night. I was hoping to learn more about you.”

You felt heat flush your face from the comment. It was nice to hear him say something so innocent, even if it was just a lie to save face. Most guys these days only wanted one thing from pretty girls like you, and it was exhausting. So, even if Eren was lying about his intentions, at least he had the decency to make it seem like he wanted more from you.

“How about,” You said to Eren as you leaned in close to his ear, “I’ll tell you everything you can handle, alright?”

Eren grinned to himself, “Alright, but I can handle a lot more than you think.”

“I’ll be the judge of that.”

The VIP section was just as dark as all other parts of the nightclub, except a few dimmed lights over the black leather couches. There were only three couches in the area behind the red velvet rope separating VIPs from normal guests, and the couches formed the shape of a U with a black stage in the center of them. The area was boring, but you supposed minimalism was an important man’s favorite designing technique.

The VIP section wasn’t just for Jean and Eren and their guests which only became obvious upon entrance. A blonde boy was already taking up one of the couches, and he seemed to be busy talking with a brown haired girl in a hushed conversation. He was so into the conversation that he never even noticed the group’s entrance until Jean had loudly announced himself and his friends.

“Sasha,” Jean shouted with his arms out wide, “You’re here tonight, hello babe - it’s been ages since I’ve seen you last.”

The brown haired girl rose and you felt your stomach drop with realization. You weren’t sure why you guessed the blonde boy was the important one on the couch, but instead it seemed the girl was the third VIP present. You honestly should’ve assumed, the boy was much too quiet to give off the same energy as the other boys, but Sasha perfectly reflected that same important energy.

Sasha smiled as she rose from the couch, “Jean, babe, and Eren - it’s so nice to see you two back together, it’s been too long.” The blonde boy turned towards the group at this, suddenly interested in the conversation. “You two were always two peas in a-”

“We’re not,” Jean said quickly to cut the rest of Sasha’s sentence off, “We’re just colleagues now, alright? I guess I can’t blame you, you did miss a few decades, important things happen during long periods of time.”

You furrowed your eyebrows at that. Decades? Maybe the group was just dramatic, but everyone seemed so in the know but you. You almost wanted to ask them what they meant, but it was obvious that you weren’t important enough to speak too loudly, and Mikasa and the blonde boy understood that completely.

“I guess,” Sasha said with a sigh, “But, you missed things in my life too, Jean. I finally found Niccolo again-”

“Oh God.” Eren grabbed your hand before heading to the couch opposite Sasha. “You’re still talking about that asshole? You should’ve gotten over him when you got over poodle skirts.” You tilted your head at Eren, but he just shook his head at you. “He never really loved you, that was always obvious to everyone but you.”

Sasha sighed, “I guess, but I still found him and-”

“And, I see you found somebody else as well-” Eren gestured to the blonde boy on the couch before sitting on his own leather couch- “It’s nice to see you again, Armin. You’ve been hanging in there?”

Armin kept quiet and instead allowed Sasha to speak for him, “He’s been well, and I brought him as a present - for you, Jean. I know how much you prefer him, even after all these years. So, I’ll take the sweet girl you have here - oh, a red member I see - and you can take Armin, babe. How’s that sound?”

Jean looked a bit awkward giving up Mikasa for Armin, but it seemed to be the easiest decision of his life. And after Armin met Jean on the third couch and Mikasa started talking with Sasha on the other couch, things started getting quiet in their VIP section. But even if you were just watching them talk in hushed conversations, you were still more interested with everyone else than Eren sitting right beside you.

Eren used two fingers to pull your face back towards his, “Can I get you something to drink, darling?”

“Sure,” You said hesitantly, “I’d like a-”

“I’ve got it.”

Eren leaned over the back of the couch to order from some waiter, but you went back to focusing on the other people. Armin and Jean seemed to have known each other for a long time and hadn’t seen each other for awhile as well, so you weren’t surprised to find them kissing passionately on the couch right beside you. And, Mikasa and Sasha seemed to be deep into introductions on their couch.

“Here.” Eren handed you a glass with what looked like a dark red liquid inside. “Drink up, okay?”

You eyeballed the drink intently, “What is it?”

“Drink up.”

You didn’t need to be told a third time. The liquid tasted of honey and peaches, something you were not expecting. After a sip, you removed the glass from your lips, and spoke to Eren in a hushed tone.

“You don’t want anything to drink?” You gestured your glass towards Eren as a silent offer to share.

Eren shook his head gently, “No, no - I’ll drink once you’re done.”

You nodded, “Okay, if you’re sure.”

There seemed to be nowhere to place your cup, so drinking all of the contents quickly and discarding the glass to the ground was the only option for you. You started to take big gulps and it seemed Eren was encouraging of this behavior. Maybe you were taking too long, so Eren had to take it into his hands by placing his finger at the end of the cup and forcing you to drink all of the liquid in a few hard swallows.

“Good girl,” Eren said with a smile.

“Thanks.” You placed the cup on the ground beside the couch. “I think I have a lot of experience from-”

You could hardly get the rest of your sentence out before Eren’s lips were on your own, and you could still taste the honey and peaches but now from him. You leaned into his kiss, spreading the taste of your drink from your tongue to his tongue as a way of gratitude for the free drink.

Eren was eager for more from you. He leaned into you, pushing your body to the couch underneath you, and trapping you under his own. You moved your hands into Eren’s long hair, only pulling it further where it was loosely tied.

You suddenly remembered the other people around you and Eren. You felt uncomfortable knowing other people were close and able to hear your desperate little moans from Eren’s couch. They, both people you barely knew and your beloved roommate, could look over and see you and Eren practically dry fucking there on the creaking couch.

You pulled your lips from Eren’s lips, “Wait, the others-” You looked over to the other couches and found that they weren’t in much different positions than yourself. Mikasa’s scarf was discarded and Sasha was kissing down her neck, and Armin was getting neck hickies as well from Jean. “-are also kissing.”

Eren leaned in and gave your cheek a gentle kiss, “Yes darling, that’s kind of what we do here.” Eren kissed your jaw, “Why do you think you were invited here tonight?” Eren kissed your neck, “We wanted you here for this.”

You looked at Eren with deeply furrowed eyebrows, “You said you wanted to get to know me.”

“No,” Eren said, now making eye contact with you, “I said I wanted to learn more about you. Not necessarily your personality, but rather the way you taste - I really want to know how you taste.”

Your heart was racing in your chest from those words. You wanted to let him know how you tasted, but now your pride was in question. He dragged you on a damn leash, and you let him. He made you think he wanted more from you, and all he wanted was the same thing as everyone else. You were angry, hurt, and on the verge of throwing up the red liquid you finished only a few minutes ago.

“Get off of me.” You felt eyes from the other couches turn to you when they heard your words. “I have to- um, I have to go to the bathroom.”

Eren raised his eyebrows at you, “Now?”

“Yes, now.” You said it harsher than you wanted, but the anger got the point across. Eren moved off of you, and sat back on the couch. You rose from the leather, trying to ignore the four sets of eyes watching you intently from the other couches. You kept your head down and headed off to where you hoped the bathrooms were.

You eventually found yourself amongst the only white walls in the entire building, and thankfully at the end of the hallway were the bathrooms. The line was surprisingly nonexistent which was a once in a lifetime experience for nightclub bathrooms. Maybe it was because everyone was too busy getting fucked on VIP couches or even on the dancefloors.

You walked into the white bathroom, and didn’t bother with either of the four stalls. You instead stood in front of the mirror, staring at yourself in all of your shame. You still wanted to go back to the VIP room, and finish what you started with Eren, but you wouldn’t let yourself right now.

You closed your eyes, and took a deep breath. You moved your hand under your black skirt, thinking about Eren’s body on top of your own. Your black panties were already soaking from the moments you had with him on the couch and you could finish just thinking about what he would’ve done to you-

The door to the bathroom slammed open to reveal Eren. He looked absolutely pissed off, and too focused on that anger to notice the way your hand suddenly moved from under your skirt.

“What the hell are you-” You started, but Eren cut your question off.

“I don’t like being embarrassed in front of my friends,” Eren said harshly, “So, let’s meet in the middle, and play pretend date, alright? With every kiss, you tell me something about yourself, and I’ll tell you something about me, okay?”

You smiled to yourself, “You’re really a hardass, aren’t you?”

“Shut the hell up and kiss me already.”

Eren met you by the mirror, scooping you into his arms and pressing you against the sink as he kissed you. His kisses were just as desperate as on the couch, and his hands moved over your body, feeling your curves under his fingertips. You kept your arms wrapped around his neck, bringing his lips closer to yours with each kiss.

Eren leaned back an inch, “Your turn.”

“Uh,” You whispered, saying the first thing that came to mind, “I like that drink you got me.”

Eren grinned against your lips, “I knew you would.” He kissed you again, sliding his hands up your skirt and exactly where your own hand had been before he interrupted you. “I’ve been to every country in the world, even the unimportant ones.”

“What?” You leaned back from him, more interested in hearing about how that was even possible, “Every single country? You didn’t miss a single one?”

“Nope.” Eren stared intently at your lips. “Not a single one.”

“Have you fucked somebody from every country?”

Eren smiled at you, “This isn’t a Q and A, I’m not answering that.”

“So, that’s a yes.” Eren’s hands cupped your ass over your panties, and pulled your body closer to his. “And, I’m just going to be another name on a seemingly very long list, aren’t I?”

Eren shook his head, “Just tell me something about yourself.”

Eren moved in to kiss you again, but instead missed your lips and went for your neck. He decorated the sensitive skin with sloppy and wet kisses, and sucked delicately right where the vein that became prominent during your episode in the VIP room is. You leaned your neck to the side to help his procision, and to give him more room to work with.

Eren moved his hands to the back of your thighs, and lifted you onto the sink behind you. He took place between your legs as he still worked at your neck. His hands now slid back under the bottom of your skirt, but instead of waiting on your panties, he pulled them down your thighs and let them fall to the floor below.

“Tell me something about yourself,” Eren whispered against your neck, “I’m waiting.”

You thought of what to say next as Eren removed his hands from your skin. Your breath hitched in your throat as he nipped on your neck and you realized just where his hands had gone. He now worked on his pants, loosening the waist of his black trousers.

“I-I uh,” You could hardly speak as you waited for him to finally have you exactly as you wanted him to, “I went to a waterpark once, and I really enjoyed it.”

Eren leaned back to smile at you, “This is the information you said I couldn’t handle?” Eren continued speaking but now in a sarcastic tone, “Oh God no, you’re joking! Not the waterpark!”

You laughed as you pushed his shoulder playfully, “Shut up.” Eren placed his hands on your hips, and moved himself forward. “Now, your turn.”

Eren kissed your neck again, sucking gently where he had already made a mark. While darkening the spot he made, he gently thrusted forward, and the sudden feeling had you moaning out for more. You were glad it was his turn to speak because you weren’t sure you could get coherent words out right now. Eren definitely fucked somebody in every country in the world, and he now used that excessive experience on you.

You were so consumed by the grind of Eren’s hips against your own that you couldn’t focus on anything else. He felt so good in you, and you almost wished you were back on the VIP couch so you could show everyone else there how much you loved the feeling of him inside of you.

“Well,” Eren breathlessly said against your now burning neck, “I’m a vampire, most of the people here are vampires, except for the ones in the red scarves. They’re red members, and you’re about to become one.”

“Wha-” Half of the word was all you could get out before Eren bit your neck open with his now sharp teeth. He drank from you as he continuously fucked into you harder with each sip of your blood. You didn’t even care about anything he said or anything he took from you, as long as Eren could make you feel this good again - you’d give him a pint of your blood every single day until you died.

The Killer

(Reiner x Reader) - Word Count: 3.8k

Creature: a person who commits a series of murders, often with no apparent motive and typically following a characteristic, predictable behavior pattern.

Warnings: Major Character Death, Mentions of Drugging and Alcohol, Dry Humping

Quick Summary: while attending a friend’s Halloween party, you stay with a friendly face all night.

Extra notes: One more day until Halloween!

You never understood why people decided to party so much for Halloween. Hadn’t they watched a single scary movie, every time a serial killer shows up, there’s always a party involved. It’s as if the murderers could sniff out alcohol and hormones and was already on their way there, ready to murder somebody discreetly in the garage door when she goes out to get more to drink.

You weren’t stupid though. When you got invited to Hitch’s Halloween party, you assessed your options; either go to the party and get your guts displayed for your entire friend group, or go to the party and stick with somebody you trust so you don’t end up on an episode of Dateline. As smart as you are, not going to the party just wasn’t an option, Hitch was depending on you.

You met Hitch freshman year of college after having the great misfortune of being her partner for Chemistry 151. You didn’t know anything about prevalent bonds and she didn’t know anything about the periodic table, so you both depended on each other and surprisingly made it out of the class with a B.

But, unfortunately for you, Hitch started depending on you for more than just classes after that. She started using you as her alibi when she was going out with somebody for the night and wouldn’t be back at her parent’s house until 2 am. And, she started begging you to bring her snacks when she was bored in class and having meals with her whenever she was lonely. And, worst of all, every time Hitch threw a party, she always depended on you to provide the alcohol despite having her own license with an age over 21 on it - sure, it wasn’t real, but it was still a license that said she could drink.

So, if you said no to going to this Halloween party, you would not only lose Hitch’s friendship but a whole house of people’s friendship because you’re the reason the party turned into a dry one. You would force an entire group of college students to not drink for a weekend, and that’s a crime you can never be forgiven of.

Getting the alcohol was the easy part, honestly. You drove over to Hitch’s house with it clanking around in your backseat and trunk. Once you pulled into Hitch’s driveway, it was as if the partygoers could smell the vodka from your car. They all erupted from the front of Hitch’s house with their hands above their heads in victory as the alcohol was finally secured for the party.

So early in the night, only a few close friends were at Hitch’s house already. The current guest list consisted mostly of friends from Hitch’s high school and friends from her dorm building freshman year, before she moved back in with her parents.

The excited group all took turns bringing the boxes of alcohol into the house as you V-lined to Hitch. You walked through the group, moving through them like water as they kept their focus on the bottles in your car. They didn’t care much about who the messenger was, as long as they could get drunk tonight.

“Hey,” You said to Hitch once you were finally within ear shot, “Here’s the change.”

Hitch took the leftover money from your hand, “Thanks, I always know I can count on you.” Hitch came in for a hug, wrapping her arms around you. She pushed her mouth into your ear, whispering lightly to you, “But, please tell me that is not your costume.”

“What?” You moved back from Hitch quickly, gesturing towards your body. “What’s wrong with my costume? I’m Princess Diana.”

Hitch blinked at you, “You’re gonna have to explain that to people all night long, I hope you realize that.” She took another look at your outfit and then back at your face. “That’s just everyday clothes! You’re just wearing a sweatshirt and biker shorts, that doesn’t scream Princess Diana, a crown screams Princess Diana!”

“She was the people’s princess,” You yelled at your friend, “And, I don’t have any more costumes on me, I don’t know why you thought now was the perfect time to hate my costume.”

“That’s fine. I have extra costumes upstairs, let me choose what you are tonight.” Hitch grabbed your hand and led you towards the front door. “I still have to change anyway, so we’ll change together.”

You should’ve assumed Hitch only had short skirts and short shirts up here. And, you should’ve assumed she would put you in some ridiculously skanky costume that was too sexy to really be one costume. When you put the outfit on - a gray skirt, a gray shirt, and big ears - your immediate thought was a cat. You looked like a normal little gray kitten, but after you told Hitch your guess, she almost physically smacked you for guessing so wrongly.

“You’re a fucking mouse,” Hitch said with a roll of her eyes, “How dense can you be?”

“Well, I don’t look like a mouse.”

“A cat,” Hitch mumbled to herself, “What am I, a cat, I guess you were close, but wow, you’d think you’d know your animals.”

“I do know my animals.” You gestured aggressively towards your costume. “But no animal ever wore this.”

“Whatever.” Hitch walked towards you, and towards the door. “I’ll see you downstairs, okay?” With one last swoosh of the white skirt of her sexy angel costume, she was gone and you were alone in her bedroom.

You were back to step one, find a trustworthy buddy for the night. Hitch, as much as you loved her, was the poster child for the dumb girl who dies first in a slasher film. And, you thought maybe Jean or Eren could protect you throughout the night, but they were definitely the jock stereotype in the horror movie. And, with Armin being the nerd, Sasha and Connie being the stoners, you only had two real choices left; Mikasa and Reiner.

But, Mikasa was hard to keep by your side at these events. She was always running around the house, from the kitchen to the bathroom, taking care of everyone but herself. She was the perfect final girl, the one who surprisingly made it out at the end, but you weren’t sure Mikasa would actually want to be alive without Eren who would definitely die once he got caught pissing on a tree out back.

So, your only real option of safety was Reiner. Sure, he fit perfectly into the Jock stereotype - hell he even looked like Chris Hemsworth’s little brother from when he played Curt in The Cabin in the Woods. But, Reiner was different from that stereotypical Jock persona. He was kind and gentle and he always made sure you were okay when you saw him, he was just too nice to be a real jock.

Once you left Hitch’s room, shutting the door behind you to keep out the other partiers, you walked slowly down the stairs, scoping the place out. Your eyes moved over the now full house, watching people dance, and talk, and drink from red solo cups as they moved back and forth between Hitch’s kitchen and living room. You slowly noticed where all of your friends were, hoping that fact in itself would hint to where Reiner was.

Your eyes jolted across the house just as you reached the end of the stairs. Your heart was pounding in your chest as you realized you were right in the heat of the party and you hadn’t found your buddy yet. You needed Reiner to keep you safe, you needed Reiner to protect you with his big arms that could hurt any serial killer who might want you dead, you needed-

“Reiner,” You said as the blonde boy took off his mask right in front of you, “I didn’t realize that was you until now - which I guess makes sense since you were wearing a mask.”

Reiner smiled at you, “Yeah, sorry, it’s just too hot in here for a mask, but you looked afraid. Are you okay?”

He must’ve noticed the slow way you walked down the stairs, and how you looked all over the room. He must’ve noticed the way your hand gripped onto the railing as tightly as possible, as if the wood could somehow balance or even ground you to Earth. Reiner noticed everything, from your unnaturally wide eyes to that extra huff you took before almost giving up on finding him - and from that fact, you were certain, Reiner was just too observant to be the Jock in this horror story.

“I’m fine,” You partially lied, though Reiner made you feel better, your heart hadn’t stopped beating so quickly and your gut hurt from anxiety.

Reiner smiled wide at you, “Great, I’m glad to hear it. Would you like something to drink though?”

“Yeah.” You gave Reiner a weak grin. “I’d love one.”

You walked with Reiner through the piles of people, holding his hand to keep yourself from getting lost. Reiner’s hand was cold and calloused against yours, and he held your palm with a bit of force. After you both made your way into the kitchen, you had to rub the sore muscles now present in your palm from Reiner’s rough touch.

You watched as Reiner made you a drink, pouring corresponding liquids all into a red solo cup. You watched Reiner more than you watched his pouring, he was just too pretty not to look at. You watched as Reiner furrowed his eyebrows at the bottles of tequila, unsure of how much he already put in and how much should be put in for the drink to taste good. Once Reiner finished concocting his masterpiece, he shrugged and handed it to you with a smile.

It was awfully ironic how safe you felt in Reiner’s presence. His costume wasn’t some random outfit, but rather Ghostface from the Scream movies. You had a horrible feeling that tonight was going to end in bloodshed, and if you’ve learned anything from horror movies it was to never trust anyone. But, somehow the only person in the entire house that you felt comfortable with was dressed as your greatest enemy, a heartless serial killer.

You took a timid sip from the plastic cup, the drink was definitely something, that’s for sure. You could taste an aggressive amount of pineapple tequila and lemonade, and despite the rancid smell, the taste wasn’t awful. The liquid moved down your throat, and left a burning trail behind it causing you to jolt forward with a cough.

“Oh no,” Reiner said through a fit of laughter, “Is it that bad?”

You shook your head, “It’s good.” Reiner laughed even harder at your voice, realizing just how high it got in a poor attempt to lie to his face. You weren’t technically lying though, the drink wasn’t the best one you’ve ever had but it wasn’t awful either, it just seemed like Reiner added too much alcohol and didn’t choose flavors that complimented each other well.

“You’re the worst liar I’ve ever met.” Reiner took the cup from your hand and set it on the table where the tequila bottles were all lined up to be chosen from. “But, let me make it up to you. How about, for the next hour, I’ll do whatever you want me to do - sounds good?”

You couldn’t hide the obvious embarrassment on your face as your mind dropped into the gutters. How dirty minded did you have to be to think your close friend’s innocent request could have some sexual undertones. This was Reiner you were talking about, not somebody who would so stupidly hit on you this way, like Eren or even Jean. Reiner was too nice to hit on anyone with such a bizarre idea.

“Okay,” You spoke softly, afraid to answer too quickly and to reveal your excitement from having that much control over Reiner.

“So,” Reiner said with raised eyebrows, “What do you say I do first?”

“Dance with me.” The words came from your mouth before you could think through your options. You could’ve made the boy do anything, and you decided dancing was what you wanted. And, Reiner was definitely just as confused as you were by your words, he furrowed his eyebrows at you, and repeated your request back at you.

“Dance with you?” Reiner said slowly, “That’s all you want - you want me to dance with you?”

“Well, how many chances do I get? Can I choose just one thing for you to do, or do I get multiple chances?”

Reiner grinned as he quietly thought to himself. You couldn’t help but admire his features in his state of pure focus; the way his hazel eyes gilted around the room, the way his hair in it’s messy state from the mask actually looked so much better now than ever, and the way his index finger theatrically rubbed against his jawline where he held his thumb and finger against his chin. He was a sight for sore eyes, and you had to admit you always had a little bit of a crush on the boy - maybe that’s why you gravitated towards him at the beginning of the party, and it really had nothing to do with horror film stereotypes and feeling safe around him.

And, to be fair, you were being a little crazy to actually think there’s some sociopathic asshole who was planning on using the party as a hunting ground. You were getting too into the Halloween spirit, it seemed.

“Okay,” Reiner suddenly said once he finally decided, “I accept - I’ll give you three chances, how about that?”

You smiled at Reiner, “Alright, go make me a new - better! - drink and then meet me on the dancefloor.”

“Okay. But, you still have one more chance after those though.”

“Um,” You said as you poorly attempted to hide your grin, “I’d like to save that one for later in the night.” Reiner raised a single eyebrow at you. “Oh, shut up! I didn’t mean it like that!”

But, that was a lie - you very much meant it like that.

After Reiner walked away to make you a new, and better, drink, you went to your new meeting spot with him on the dancefloor. You walked through the bodies of college students all dancing together. It wasn’t surprising how close the people were dancing to one another, but the close proximity had your mind racing with everything you’ve ever learned from horror films. You were safest here, the killer would never be dumb enough to strike in such a large group of people.

Every horror movie you’ve ever seen always pushed the idea to stay together, and never split away from others because right when you do, it’s over. So, if your gut feeling of something bad happening tonight, you knew it at least wouldn’t happen to you, because you were smarter than these other partygoers - you knew everything about slasher films and the serial killers from them.

You looked all around the dancefloor, not looking at the people’s faces but rather their bodies. You watched where their hands were going and moving, you watched their fingers as they moved them over other people’s bodies. Even if slasher films failed you tonight and somebody did get murdered within the masses, you still knew killers always used knives for some reason so as long as their hands were occupied on bodies, then they weren’t focusing on stabbing somebody. And, if nobody was getting stabbed, that meant you were safe.

“Hey,” You heard the word right as a hand landed on your shoulder.

You jumped from the sudden touch, pulling your head from the dark place it was entering. This nervous feeling of something bad happening tonight was driving you insane all night long. You couldn’t even enjoy the party around you because you were too busy thinking of your next move and your possible escape plan.

“Reiner.” You turned around while rubbing your forehead, trying to alleviate the growing headache. “You scared the shit out of me, give me a warning next time.”

“And,” Reiner said through laughter, “What should I do to warn you in the middle of a dance floor of people? Punch you? Push you? Stab you?”

Your eyes bolted to Reiner’s eyes, “Stab me?”

Reiner tilted his head at you, he was no longer smiling. You realize now he meant the whole stabbing thing as a joke, probably because he was dressed up as Ghostface, but your heart was racing again. Being so close to people was activating your fight or flight, and you felt like running - you’ve only admired horror films, you didn’t want to live in one. But being in this house, and being around these people were making you feel like the main character of one.

“Hey,” Reiner said softly, “You look like you’re going to be sick, why don’t we step outside really quickly, okay?”

You nodded slowly, “Yeah, I’d like that.”

You held Reiner’s hand as he led you outside. You briefly saw as Reiner set your plastic cup down, either on some random table or given to some random partier, you weren’t sure. You couldn’t see much as you moved through the living room, kitchen, down the back porch and to the side of the house where the smokers were hanging out.

Right as the cold air hit your skin, you felt better. Your headache was beginning to disappear or become tolerable at least, and Reiner stood by your side the whole time. He watched as you leaned against the side of the house, taking deep breaths and gripping the bricks to ignore your still rapidly pounding heart.

“Are you feeling better,” Reiner asked gently.

You nodded, “Yes, a lot better - thank you.”

“Of course.” Your eyes were closed, but you felt as Reiner pushed some of your fallen hair behind your ear to see your face clearer. “You know, you still have one more chance.”

You glanced at Reiner from the corner of your eye, “Oh, I do?”

“Yes. If you want to make me do something else, it’s up to you.”

Your mouth broke out into a ridiculous grin as you weighed your options. You knew what you wanted to make Reiner do, it’s what you wanted to do to him for so long now, but should you? What if Reiner didn’t want to do it?

You glanced at Reiner again, now seeing what his eyes were so focused on. His hazel eyes were hard with desire, and they were fixated on your face - specifically, your lips. He watched with pleasure as your grin disappeared and was replaced by your teeth digging into your bottom lip. You were being stupid by thinking that he didn’t want what you wanted, and part of you always knew he did.

“Okay,” You whispered, “I’ve decided - I want you to kiss me.”

Reiner’s eyes flashed to your own eyes, “Really? I had no-”

“Just shut up and kiss me.”

Reiner laughed before moving towards you. He placed his hand gently on your cheek before leaning in for a peck. The kiss was weak enough to make you audibly groan against Reiner’s mouth for more. This wasn’t the kiss you were expecting from him, you wanted passion and desperation, not middle school friends kissing for practice in their bedroom at 2 am.

“How about we play a game?” Reiner said with a mischievous grin.

You furrowed your eyebrows at his words, “What kind of game?”

“I gave you three chances, so you give me three.” Reiner gave you a second quick peck. “I now get to make you do three things.”

“One.”

“Two.”

You smiled at Reiner, “One and a half.”

“A half?” Reiner raised his eyebrows at you. “What does that mean?”

“The half can be something we agree on - and then you can have that one all for yourself, does that sound like a deal?”

Reiner nodded, “What do you think the half should be?”

You were suddenly aware of how cold you were, unsurprisingly the short skirt and crop top weren’t the most ideal October night clothing. Your teeth chattering quietly together, and your arms decorated themselves with goosebumps. You needed some kind of warmth without going back inside, so maybe Reiner could help with that.

“Be my blanket?” Your words came out only slightly interrupted by clattering teeth.

Reiner grinned, “That’s one way to word it, but okay, that’ll be the half chance.”

Reiner leaned on you, holding you against the wall with his body. The new position had you staring into his hazel eyes, and you realized they weren’t as soft as you always remembered. But, the new position was perfect for kissing, in fact your lips were already back on his as desire took over your body. This was the kiss you wanted when you had him kiss you, finally you were getting what you wanted.

Reiner slid his leg between your knees, then pressed his thigh between your legs. The touch was driving you crazy, you tried to move him closer to your body. You wrapped your arms around his torso and to his back, you dug your fingernails into the black cloak of his Ghostface costume, gripping it to pull him closer to you. You felt something hard press into your thigh and you were honestly amazed by how quickly you could get Reiner hard, it almost made you laugh.

“Reiner,” You moaned out as you pressed into him, “Give me more, please.”

“Don’t be impatient,” Reiner whispered before kissing down your neck.

“But, I want more, please.”

“You want more?” You nodded quickly as Reiner kissed back up to your ear. “But, it’s my turn to tell you what to do, remember?”

“But, Reiner-”

“And, I’ve decided what I want you to do for me,” Reiner whispered against the shell of your ear as the hardness against your leg actually began to hurt, “I want you to scream for me.”

“What?”

Reiner moved back and smiled down at you, for a second you could no longer feel that hardness in your thigh before there was a quick flash of silver. You realized too late that the silver was a knife, and you were too stuck between the wall and Reiner’s body to properly get away. Reiner pushed the knife forward, and you felt the pain explode throughout your entire body as it lodged itself in your chest.

One last scream erupted from your throat as a desperate attempt to get you some help before dying here alone. But, you knew how big this house was, how far away from everyone you were at the moment, how loud the music had been inside, and how loud everyone was yelling the lyrics to some stupid song - you knew they’d never hear you, nobody could save you, Hell even horror films couldn’t save you.

The Lidérc

(Jean x Reader) - Word Count: 3.7k

Creature: a creature that can assume a human shape, usually the shape of a much lamented dead relative or lover in order to have sex with its victims.

Warnings: Major Character Death, Grieving, Dry Humping, Descriptions of Injuries

Quick Summary: while reminiscing about your husband, you have a strange dream that deeply upsets you.

Extra Notes: Happy Thursday! 3 more days until Halloween!

You weren’t shocked to see dust had collected on the bed sheets. It’s been a year since the accident, and it’s been a year since you’ve even stepped foot into this room. That morning you hadn’t felt like making the bed like you normally did, so you left it as is thus the dust collecting on top of the unmade bed.

You felt awkward being in here, even if it had only been a few minutes. You hadn’t so much as walked past the vanity on the wall opposite the bed, but you still felt as if you were intruding. This wasn’t entirely your room anymore, even if it did still belong to you. This was Jean’s room, and the person you were when he was still alive.

You took one final deep breath, turned around and closed the door behind you when you left the room. Maybe one day you can go back in there and sort through Jean’s clothing, it wasn’t like he would miss them. But today wasn’t the day, and tomorrow probably wouldn’t be the day either - it’s already been a full year since he left, so maybe in another year the day will finally arise.

Thinking about Jean always made your stomach hurt, even before he passed. You couldn’t help but remember that awful pain of bundled up nerves in the bottom of your stomach the first time he talked to you in that café. When he walked up to where you were sitting alone, and asked what you were working on, on your open laptop sitting in front of you.

You weren’t expecting the boy to even come up to you, nevermind talk to you. He had been staring at you from across the café for nearly an hour, and you kept catching him almost stepping in your direction but instead quickly sidestepping to go the other way. You wanted him to come up to you, but that was a lot to ask for especially since he was on the clock, was two years older than you, and-

You laughed weakly to yourself, “Another year and I’ve got you beat, Jeany.” You knew he couldn’t hear you, but you still liked to imagine he was listening. “You always loved reminding me how old you were, you always told me to respect your elders.” You laughed at Jean’s favorite words, but your laugh ran dry the more you thought about the fact that you’d never be able to hear him say it again.

It was like being told about climate change, and the very upsetting future our world was headed towards - being reminded of the hard truth hurt more than that bad thing actually happening. After a year of pain you realize that it’s not the days that you wake up remembering he’s not here anymore that hurt the most, it’s the days that you think he’s waiting for you in the kitchen downstairs with a cup of coffee just the way you like it. He always woke up before you, and he always made breakfast for you when he did, so of course you’d think he was waiting for you to finally join him in the kitchen. But, when you finally go into the kitchen, there is no breakfast and no Jean.

The stairs creaked underneath your body on your way downstairs. You went into the living room to the couch that you set up as your new bed a year ago. The living room didn’t even look like a living room anymore, but a second bedroom for you. On the coffee table and armchair sat piles of folded clothing around the couch with a stuffed animal - that Sasha had sent in the mail after she received the news of Jean’s passing - and a large blanket you bought to replace the dusty one from upstairs.

You sat down on your bed, and used the remote to turn on the tv for yourself. You started falling asleep to the light and sounds coming from the tv in front of the couch a year ago. Before Jean passed, he used to talk you to sleep; he’d tell you about his day, random memories, or anything he could think of, and when he was there to protect you, you never felt like you needed light to fall asleep when you had his arms instead. But, he was gone and that comfort he gave you was gone with him.

You laid down underneath the covers in the light that the tv provided, staring blankly at the cartoons bouncing across the screen. You knew if Jean was here, he’d say something about how Connie would love this show just because it was bright and made no sense to people with common sense. You knew you’d laugh, and push him, and remind him to be nicer to his friends. It would be a nice moment if Jean were here, but he wasn’t so the moment instead passed as yet another neutral one.

Your eyes eventually grew heavy, and your blinks grew slower. You could hardly keep your eyes open, and you didn’t really mind closing them, it wasn’t like you were missing anything important if you fell asleep right now. So, you allowed yourself to finally drift asleep.

You were suddenly in a car, driving down the street of your house. No music was playing from your radio, which is strange, but you were humming something soft to yourself. You pulled your car into your driveway, and put it in park before locking it and going inside your house.

You just came home from work which was obvious from your semi-formal outfit choice of the day. You took your high heels off and set it beside the door after entering your home. You locked the door behind you from force of habit and walked slowly down the hallway leading to the kitchen. You walked past framed pictures of family, friends, and most importantly, Jean.

You didn’t even glance at the picture of Jean that was sitting beside the lightswitch for the kitchen. It was your favorite picture of him, one you took on your first date with him. He had been focusing on opening the bottle of wine too much to notice his elbow deep into his spaghetti. He hated the picture, but always enjoyed the laughter that arose from you when you saw it, so he let you hang it up on the wall after you gifted him the picture in a frame for Christmas.

But, you didn’t even want to bother with pictures, when the real thing was standing right in front of you.

Jean leaned over the kitchen sink, scrubbing vigorously at the dishes with bright yellow rubber gloves on. You watched him from the entrance to the kitchen as he cursed at the bowl in his hands, covered in soap suds. There must’ve been a nasty stain on the dish because Jean was only a few seconds from throwing the whole dish away.

You giggled, blowing your cover. Jean hadn’t heard you enter the house, too focused on the dirty dishes. But, after hearing your sweet laugh from behind him, Jean finally turned around to you, slightly surprised by your seemingly sudden presence.

“Hi,” Jean said with a smile, “How was work?”

So, you did just come home from work.

“It was the same as always.” You walked across the kitchen towards him. “Same people, same problems, same cafeteria coffee.”

Jean set the dish back into the suds, “You make it sound so bad. Sometimes having a routine is nice.” Jean took his rubber gloves off and set them on the counter beside the sink. “Now, when the routine is taken away - that’s when things get bad-” Jean turned to you with raised eyebrows- “Right?”

You blinked at your husband, “Yeah, I guess. Anyways, what are you making for dinner?”

“Dinner?” Jean held his hand to his heart. “Why are you asking me about dinner, I’m the one doing the dishes, dinner is your problem.”

“What?” You laughed with emotionless shock, trying to keep the fake fight going. “We never agreed upon that deal!”

Jean laughed with you, “This is a tyranny, you don’t have the opportunity to disagree with anything. I decide everything.”

“So, you can make dinner, then? Since it’s your tyranny, right?”

“Touché.”

The kitchen grew quiet as the conversation quickly died. You didn’t really feel the need to talk at the moment. You kept watching Jean as a strange feeling settled in your stomach. You couldn’t help but feel like even though Jean was so close to you, just across the room from you, you still felt like he was a whole lifetime away.

You watched intently as Jean went about his day so normally. He had discarded his rubber dish scrubbing gloves, and had now moved onto looking through paper menus for what to buy at some local restaurants. He furrowed his eyebrows as he read over the menu items, probably trying to decide on what to get himself as well as for you.

“Honey,” You said in a soft voice as you walked across the room towards him, “Why are you looking at menus?” You smiled wide, trying to hide the laugh bubbling up from your stomach. “I was assuming you were going to make dinner. Like, a romantic candle lit dinner, like we used to have when you still liked me.”

“Babe.” Jean smiled, but you could tell he was trying to keep a straight face. “That’s impossible, because I never liked you.”

“Jean!” You smacked your husband’s chest with a hard thud.

“I’m kidding,” Jean shouted with a laugh, “And, I’m not cooking anything tonight, unless you want me to, of course - but, we already agreed on ordering something so-”

“We did?” You stared at Jean with heavily furrowed eyebrows. You must’ve forgotten the last ten minutes of conversation with him because you couldn’t remember ever agreeing upon anything like that.

Jean tilted his head at you with a grin across his lips, “Yeah? Don’t you remember, it happened just a minute ago? Maybe you’re losing it, hun.” Jean gave your forehead a flick before turning back to the paper menu in his hand.

Maybe you were losing it. Why couldn’t you remember that conversation at all? And, he said it happened only a minute ago? But, that doesn’t make any sense, you had been quietly admiring him for so long. There was no way you agreed upon anything during that time, but maybe Jean asked the question about ordering in tonight and took your wide eyed silence as a yes. But, that just wasn’t like Jean to assume something from silence, the whole thing was just strange.

“Okay,” You spoke slowly, afraid of missing another minute of conversation, “Well, then it’s settled that we’re eating in tonight.”

Jean looked at you from over the menu, “How hungry are you right now?”

“A normal amount, wait-” You pressed your hand to your stomach and didn’t feel the rumble of hunger deep inside- “Yeah, a normal amount, why?”

Jean grinned, “How about we both eat in and eat out tonight?” Jean raised a single eyebrow with his question. You were sure he was making an innuendo of some sort, but you couldn’t think of what. All you could hear yourself thinking was, won’t we be too full?

“Um,” You said hesitantly, “I guess we can do that.”

“You don’t know what I’m saying, do you?”

The joke suddenly hit you, “Oh my god, Jean!”

“Come on.” Jean laughed as he threw the menu aside. “Time to eat up.”

With newly free hands, Jean now attempted his next trick. He bent forward, wrapping his arms around your waist, and slung you onto his shoulder. You were now face to back with Jean, and you gently slapped your hands against his ass, in an attempt to persuade him to drop you, as he walked you around the house.

You watched the floor for any indication of where Jean was taking you. The floor faded from tiles into hardwood and then into carpeted stairs as your body bounced against his shoulder with each step. You gripped hard to Jean’s waist, trying to suppress the fear that was bubbling up inside of you from seeing the stairs from this angle.

Jean laughed as he finally reached the top of the stairs, “Baby, seriously, you’re fine with me - I’m not dropping you, I won’t let you go.”

“You better not.” Your grip loosened on Jean’s waist as you realized how deeply your trust for him ran. He wouldn’t drop you, you really are fine with him.

The floor in front of you turned back to hardwood which indicated you were finally upstairs. No more bouncing on his shoulder or fear of falling face first into the stairs he was walking up under you. Jean then opened a door, and the floor switched from the hardwood to carpet. You could admit that from the beginning, you knew where Jean was taking you, but now you knew where you were - you were in the bedroom.

In one swing of his arms, as if you were a bag of potatoes and not a human being, Jean tossed you onto the bed in front of him. Your back hit the soft bed, and you laughed as you looked up at him standing over you. Jean looked down at you as well, his eyes were wide with admiration, and you swore you could even see the glimmer of tears daring to fall from his eyelids.

Jean joined you on the bed, crawling over top of you. As he took his time getting to your lips, he made sure to stop at different parts of your body and give attention to them on his way to your face. He kissed your clothed thigh, your hip, your stomach, the cup of your breasts, and finally your face. He smiled down at you before he finally got to kiss your lips.

“Hello,” Jean said in a sweet tone as if it had been too long since he last saw you.

You smiled back at Jean, “Hello.”

Jean finally let his lips meet yours, he gave an extra gentle kiss to your lips. You weren’t sure if it was the feeling of him being so far away earlier or maybe the moments you had missed in the kitchen, but you didn’t want to be innocent with him. You felt passionate right now, and you wanted Jean to feel that passion from both your lips and your body.

You took control over your moment with Jean. You wrapped your arms around his neck, and brought his body closer to yours. You kissed him roughly, introducing your tongue to his mouth with a sensual slowness. You could even hear Jean groan against your mouth with the movement - you couldn’t say you were surprised by his reaction, you knew how much he loved being reminded of what your tongue could do.

Your lips awakened something in Jean’s attitude, no longer attempting to be sweet and innocent, Jean was now just as desperate as you were. Your lips struggled to stay with each other as you kissed wherever on his face your mouth could find. You kissed over his lips, his cheeks, his chin, and even scratched the soft skin of your lips as you ended up kissing his rough stubble.

“Jean,” You moaned his name into his mouth, “I want more.”

Jean could melt from just those words and the way you said it. But, when you reached for the waistband of your slacks, fumbling clumsily for the zipper, Jean felt his entire body get hot with desire for you. You finally loosened your pants, letting the fabric fall open for Jean to whatever he pleased with.

“Not yet,” Jean whispered breathlessly into your mouth, “Let’s take our time, please.”

It wasn’t like Jean to want to take anything slow, so this moment must be really important to him. Hell, he didn’t even want to take his time after he met you. He asked you out on a date for the very next night, and even wanted to make it official after the first kiss. He even proposed to you only a year into the relationship, and far sooner than anybody else in your life. Jean took life by storm every single day, so for him to want to take this moment slow with you made your stomach flutter with butterflies.

You nodded against Jean’s face, “Okay, we can go slower.” You kissed Jean gently down his neck and then pressed your mouth to his ear. “Here, let me take control.”

Jean let you take control in the situation, flipping him onto his back and situating yourself on top of him. You looked down at the boy below you, looking at how pretty he looked with his reddened face, wild looking hazel eyes, and messy long brown hair splayed out on the pillow beneath his head.

In a moment of haziness, you almost thought the bed had been a mess; both unmade and covered in a thick layer of dust from months of being unused. But, after a quick check of your surroundings, both the bedroom and the bed itself looked completely normal. No dust, no umade sheets, and no missing clothing. This room was just as you remembered it, perfectly normal.

“What’s wrong?” Jean moved his hands down your sides and slid his hands into the waist of your pants to touch your bare hips. “You look worried about something.”

You shook your head slightly, “It’s nothing.”

You leaned down to kiss Jean again, trying to help him ignore your unnatural behavior. It was as if your mind was playing tricks on itself, and it was kind of scaring you. You’d never actually tell Jean that because you’re afraid of how he’d react, but you couldn’t help the uneasiness that came with your sudden forgetting problem.

As your lips moved with Jean’s lips, you felt his fingers dig into the skin on your hips. You felt as Jean’s rough touch slowly turned from a way to grip himself to Earth, and more a way to grind his hips into you from below. He moved your body against his body with a slow proficiency, even moaning into your mouth with each grind of your body on top of his.

You laughed breathlessly into Jean’s mouth, “I thought you wanted to take things slow?”

“I did.” Jean chuckled lowly to you. “But, now I don’t think I can handle going slow anymore.”

You took Jean’s words as a bit of a challenge, if he didn’t want it slow, then you were going to make him want it again. You rolled your hips delicately against his body, ignoring and going against the direction of his rough guiding hands. If he didn’t want to take it slow anymore, then you were going to prove to him that he shouldn’t have changed his mind.

Jean groaned low in his throat from feeling your body hit spots of him that he couldn’t reach when he was in control. Jean didn’t stop trying to change your movements, but now out of desperation. You felt as he desperately clung to your hips for dear life. He wasn’t used to being on the bottom, and it was driving him crazy in all of the right ways.

“Baby,” Jean mumbled against your mouth, “Baby, look at me, please look at me - I need to see you.”

You leaned back and looked at Jean, and immediately regretted it. Jean didn’t look how he did in the kitchen, he didn’t look like himself at all. Of course, under all of the blood you could recognize the face as the one you’ve loved for so long, but upon first glance, he was just a bloody body.

Jean’s entire right side of his face was where the blood was mostly coming from. There were glass shards lodged into his cheek and forehead, and blood splattered across the left side of his face from the cuts. Jean’s head wasn’t up straight either, where he normally had excellent posture and a long lean neck, he now had it stuck at an uncomfortably impossible angle. And, blood spewed from Jean’s mouth, dripping from his lips as he spoke to you.

“Baby,” Jean said in his normally sweet tone, “I love you, always remember that, okay?”

Your eyes were filled with tears as you stared at him, “Jean what the-”

“Just,” Jean continued despite his gruesome state, “I’m okay, and you should be too.”

Your eyes snapped open suddenly. Your heart was racing in your chest. You could hardly breathe as you looked around the area around you. The tv was still playing cartoons innocently in front of you, and you were still comfortably tucked into your blanket on the living room couch. Nothing seemed off, and nothing seemed out of place - and unfortunately, there was no Jean in this reality.

You took deep breaths to calm your still quickly beating heart. You didn’t know why you would dream of something so awful, yet something you were so sickeningly envious of. You didn’t care what Jean looked like or if he was permanently bleeding from never healing wounds, you would prefer he be here than somewhere you couldn’t reach him. Even if your dream self was suffering horribly from such a nightmare scenario, she was so lucky because at least she still had Jean.

You know dreams have meanings, even the scary ones that settle new fears in your heart. You wondered what that dream could mean, and you weren’t completely sure. But, you supposed maybe it was trying to convince you to move on - well, maybe not on but moving back into the bedroom would be a nice start.

And maybe Jean really did come to you in that dream, maybe he came back to help you move on. It would explain how scarily accurate he looked, both in his very much alive state and in his less alive state. It would also explain how warm the dream made you feel, from the tender moment with Jean in the kitchen to just coming home from a job you haven’t been to in six months. And, most importantly, it would explain why you could still feel Jean’s hands on your skin, like each touch he gave you was actually an invisible tattoo on your body.

The Incubus

(Connie x Reader) - Word Count: 3.8k

Creature: a male demon believed to have sexual intercourse with (sleeping) women.

Warnings: Cherry Picking, Corruption Kink, Unprotected Sex, Wet Dream

Quick Summary: when your parents aren’t home, you invite your best friend over for a movie night.

Extra Notes: Third day of Whore - O - Ween and only four more to go until Halloween!

Connie understood girls like you. He understood how desperately you pushed this good girl facade in hopes of never being read clearly. He understood how you helplessly clung to the bottom of your skirt not wanting the bareness of your thighs to give away the obvious truth. He understood how you kept your voice high and your giggles light to hide the real you. Connie understood you because he’s met plenty of different versions of you - what can he say, acting this way was common for virgins.

And Connie knew virgins better than he knew anything else. He’s been living on this Earth for centuries. He’s watched empires rise and fall, political role models be overthrown, and wars captivate an entire nation and then be ended with a big bang. He knew the darkest secrets of important bloodlines, he knew war strategies to bring down any country, and he knew the fads and trends by year - but he knew virgins the best.

That’s why you were just so easy to trick, you unintentionally played right into his hand. When he said jump, you took a leap. When he said let’s hang out sometime, you immediately made plans and begged him to go through with them. When he said how about I come over tonight, you thanked every god that could hear you that your parents wouldn’t be home tonight and didn’t have to know that you were having a guy over.

It’s not like anything was going to happen anyways, you were sure of it. Connie was much too sweet to try anything with you. He always held your books on your way to class if your arms got too tired. He always kept snacks in his backpack and would sneak them into your hands at the back of the classroom. He always made you smile when you were sad and held you if you wanted to cry. Connie was just too sweet to do anything immoral.

But that didn’t stop you from getting ready like he may. You chose your most scandalous panties, the pair you only bought on a dare - a pair of black panties that was made with sheer fabric to allow viewers to see through to what was underneath. You doused yourself in perfume, a sweet scent that had allured men to you in the past. You felt guilty acting like something was going to happen with Connie, and that guilt only made you want it more.

You nearly fell down the stairs as you ran to the front door when the doorbell rang. You stumbled on the second to last step and ran into the door sideways in a fit of adrenaline. You quickly straightened up and fixed your messed up hair before opening the door for your guest.

“Hello,” You said to Connie who stood on your front porch, “You brought-?”

“Cookies,” Connie said with a smile as he thrusted them towards you, “You said you like chocolate chip, right?”

“Yes, yes - I do, thank you!” You grabbed the container of cookies from Connie’s hands, your fingertips gently caressing over the rough skin of his fingers. You tried to hide your excitement from the touch, keeping your gasp to a whisper and begging your heart to stop beating so quickly.

Connie caught the gasp despite your desire to hold it back. All it took was one touch - just one tap of fingers to fingers - and he had you hypnotized. You could hardly breathe around your quickly beating heart and your lungs felt like they were filling with cement. Despite the obstacles, you still managed to mumble something out to Connie.

“Thanks,” You said quickly under your breath as you led him into the kitchen just two rooms away.

“Yeah.” Connie followed behind you, looking around the house as he walked through the hallway. “I don’t normally bake, but I thought you’d like some cookies - so, I just looked up a recipe and started making them. They might not be good, but I tried really hard and I put a lot of work into them and I think I made a really good dough to chocolate chip ratio-”

“Connie,” You said harshly to grab his wandering attention as you turned around to him in the entrance of the kitchen, “They’re perfect, and I’m sure they have a perfect dough to chocolate chip ratio.”

Connie fought his smile, but it still spread across his cheeks, “Thank you.”

It always amazed Connie just how quickly you could gain your own confidence if somebody else’s confidence was wavering. You could erase all shyness from your persona - maybe even become a different person entirely - if it meant you could help somebody else. It was his favorite thing about you, he could feign a lack of confidence all day long if it meant you’d make him feel better afterwards.

Your eyes lingered on Connie’s face for a moment too long. You watched as his hazel eyes delicately looked you over. His glance started on your face, taking in the sight of your own eyes before moving down to your mouth and lastly to your body. That last movement of his eyes was what caused you to kill the contact - you looked away quickly, trying to hide the embarrassment that now pumped through your veins.

“So,” You said as you placed the cookies onto the kitchen counter, “Do you want to watch a movie or we could-?”

“Yes,” Connie answered much too quickly, “If you want to, of course.”

You were taken aback by Connie’s enthusiasm. Why did he seem like he wanted to watch a movie so badly? Was watching a movie some kind of innuendo that you didn’t understand? You wished you knew more about the way Connie thought, or even boys in general - you were sure that kind of information could save you from embarrassing moments you were currently living through.

“Yeah,” You said warily, squinting your eyes at Connie, “I want to.”

Connie smiled wide, “Good, are we staying in the living room - I’m assuming?”

Connie knew virgins better than he knew anything else. He knew virgins craved to be touched more than anybody who had already been touched. He knew virgins acted sweet and innocent to hide their true intentions. And, he knew virgins loved to invite people they were interested over only when their families weren’t home to interrupt things - especially if they didn’t want to be virgins anymore.

He knew from the second he walked onto the property that you were the only one here at the moment. He noticed there was no other car parked in the driveway - apart from your own car and his. He noticed the quiet in the house when he first stepped in, not even hearing a cat or dog run around upstairs. And, he noticed just how frantically you looked around, as if you were afraid one of your family members could come home at any second, and see what you were trying to do with this boy by inviting him over to an empty house.

He knew nobody else in the house equals staying in the living room - it always equals staying in the living room. Connie assumed it’s because there’s something more open about the living room. The living room has accessible windows, it has open entryways, it has people watching from the tv screen. To Connie, people who are willing to fuck in the living room are willing to fuck practically anywhere.

“Yeah,” You said slowly, “We can stay in the living room.”

Perfect. That was exactly what he wanted to hear. Now, he knows for a fact that your family was absent from the house. And now, he knows for a fact that his long awaited plan was finally going to happen. He had waited for months, pretending to be some timid, sweet boy with no ulterior motives - when in reality, he was just waiting for the moment you’d give yourself to him.

That’s just what he did. He’s done it for centuries with pretty little virgins like you. Simply because he enjoyed virgins the most, it’s why he learned so much about them. It’s why he carried their books, why he walked them to class, and brought them homemade gooey little cookies - all to get into their pants.

It was honestly a game at this point: how many days will have to go by until the virgin’s legs are strung across your neck? And, the second game that comes right after the first one’s over is just as fun: how many hours until you’re completely out of her life and as far away as possible?

“Great, race you there.” Before you had a moment to process his request, he was already around the corner and out of sight.

“Connie,” You said with a hint of curiosity in your tone.

“It was a race,” Connie called from the other room as you slowly made your way into the living room, “And, you majorly lost.”

You stood in the doorway of the living room. Connie made himself comfortable on the couch by the wall, spreading his legs out over the remaining two cushions. His body was taking up the whole couch which left the second couch beside you free.

“Well,” You said, “You didn’t give me a warning - you’re supposed to say 3, 2, 1, GO! That’s just good sportsmanship, Connie.”

God, he loved the way you said his name and just how often you did it.

Connie watched you across the room. He watched you intently as you stood there with your hip jutting out. And, he even watched as you walked towards the couch he wasn’t completely colonizing. You walked around the sofa to your left, about to sit down when Connie quickly yelled for you.

“No!” Connie sat up on the couch, reaching towards you. “Don’t sit the whole way over there, sit over here with me!”

You raised your eyebrows at him, “Why does it matter?”

“I just,” Connie said as he glanced awkwardly around the room, “I just know I’ll miss you too much if you sit over there.”

His sentence hit you in a very good yet very bad way. You supposed it was good to know your face could heat up from one comment and that your heart could pound in your chest that quickly - and it even amazed you that he couldn’t hear it from across the room. And, you knew it was bad to feel this way for a close friend of yours and it was even worse to jump at the opportunity to sit on a couch beside him inside of an empty house.

To prevent any argument, you walked over to Connie’s couch to join him. He moved his legs for you, slowly bringing his knees to his chest before stretching his legs out again once you had sat down beside him. Connie’s legs were laying on your lap, his calves trapping you to the couch cushion below - you didn’t really hate the extra weight his body gave to your body, and in a strange way, you kind of liked it.

Connie excitedly picked the movie you both were going to watch for the night - and honestly, his choice surprised you. You assumed maybe he’d decide on a horror movie to frighten you enough to jump right into his arms and him to take that opportunity to jump right into your pants. And, you assumed maybe he’d decide on a movie with a lot of sex scenes as a poor attempt to get you in the mood. But instead, sweet and reliable Connie chose a romantic comedy.

You expected Connie to be the kind of guy to call those types of movies “chick flicks” and write them off completely. And, part of you wasn’t sure if he chose the movie because he wanted to watch it or because he thought you would want to. But, either way, you enjoyed the movie and so did Connie.

As the movie was coming to an end, you felt yourself growing tired. Both from the predictable plotline and the moon rising ever so steadily outside of the windows around you. You let your eyes gently close, and in an attempt not to fall onto Connie, he offered himself to you - opening the space beside him for you to join. And you - either the part of you who was tired and desperate to fall asleep or the part of you that was just desperate for him - took the spot almost immediately after the offer was in the air.

You cuddled up close to him, feeling his warm arms wrap around your body and his hot breath decorate the back of your neck. You fell asleep to the rhythm of his chest rising and falling against your back. It was a comfortable sleep - dreamless and warm - and only a few minutes after falling into deep sleep, you were suddenly awoken by aggressive shaking by your side.

“Connie,” You mumbled hazily into the now dark living room, “Connie, wake up.”

Connie mumbled in his sleep, his body shaking vigorously in the small space between you and the back of the couch. You tried to listen to what he was saying - or, more like what he was trying to say - but you couldn’t understand a single word. You thought maybe your mind was still groggy from the sleep or maybe he was speaking an entirely different language.

“Connie,” You whispered more clearly this time, trying to wake him up, “Wake up, you’re having a nightmare.”

Or at least you were assuming he was having a nightmare.

“Wake up-”

Connie woke up suddenly, causing you to jump back from him. Connie’s hazel eyes suddenly took you in, widening at the close sight of you. And, neither of you could disagree with one fact - it was nice being this close to each other, to be close enough to see every inch of the other features and close enough to kiss.

Your head was still heavy from your own lack of sleep and having to wake him up didn’t help shake any wakefulness into you at all. You wondered why you felt so hazy despite being wide awake, it felt as if everything surrounding you was a whole realm away from you. And, the strangest part was that Connie didn’t feel fake, he was the realest thing around you.

“Hi,” Connie whispered softly into the inch between your faces, “Or, should I say good morning?”

You smiled, “No, it’s not even morning yet - it’s still dark outside.”

“Right.” Connie grinned at you. “Good night.”

You giggled breathlessly into the space - or, lack therefore of - in between you and Connie’s lips. It was strange being this close to him and not feeling even an ounce of nervousness. Your heart was beating at a normal rate and your face was at a normal temperature. Your physical reaction to his body being pressed into your side as you laid on your stomach was completely new to you, you had never been so cool before, especially around Connie.

And, focusing on Connie had become easy for you at the moment, especially with the haziness of the room around you. Focusing on his facial features; focusing on his complexly colored eyes, focusing on the light stubble that had begun to grow on his jaw and cheeks, and focusing on his full lips. It was somehow especially easy to focus on his lips, even when he began to talk.

“I see you’re staring,” Connie said with a grin, “‘See something you like, darling?”

With this new haziness you also found a new confidence.

You blinked at him, “Yes, I do.”

“Oh, really?” Connie licked his lips delicately. “What?”

“You.”

Your eyes flashed up to Connie’s eyes. In that split second before your lips were on his, you could see a spark of something in his eyes. It was an emotion you noticed a lot in his eyes, but had never had the courage to admit it to yourself. The emotion was recognition, like he was reliving something he had done many times before. And, you hated to admit to yourself that maybe Connie wasn’t a good guy, but rather exactly like every other man on this planet.

But, before you had made the decision to be scared of his experience, you allowed yourself to lean forward and press your lips to his own. You ignored that flash of emotion in his eyes, and kissed him anyway. You honestly didn’t care if Connie had some stupid ulterior motive, you could give it to him - you craved to give everything he wanted to him.

Connie’s had slipped down the side of your body as his lips continued to work against your own. His fingers danced delicately down your body, moving over your curves the way a car drives down a backroad. His fingertips started at your shoulder blade and slowly made its way over your ribs, your side, your hip and then finally over the curve of your ass.

Connie slipped his hand under the waist of your pajama pants. His hand was anything but gentle as he tugged at the fabric of your pants. He didn’t have to ask for what he wanted, you knew exactly what it was and you wanted to give it to him. You groaned against his mouth one last time before moving onto your knees to push your pajama pants over your legs and to the floor beside the couch.

Connie watched you from where he laid below you. His eyes were heavy on your body as they looked over your newly bare legs. He brought his hand up to the bottom of your shirt, whispering with a cocky smirk spread across his cheeks.

“This too,” Connie said as he tugged on the thin fabric.

You gulped before nodding and doing as he said. You pulled the shirt over your head and threw it to the floor as well. Connie sucked in a quick breath at the new sight of you, practically naked in front of him - only your panties decorating your body.

You leaned close to Connie, pressing the ghost of your lips against his. You kept your eyes open and you were glad, since that gave you the opportunity to see Connie’s absolute hunger for you. You watched how his face scrunched up and his mouth moved towards your mouth, hoping for any type of kiss - long or short, passionate or boring, anything - from you.

“Connie,” You whispered against his mouth, “Where do you want me?”

Connie leaned back from you, eyeing you questioningly before patting his lap suggestively. You raised your eyebrows for a second before hopping on top of him. You straddled his waist on the unbearably small living room couch. You can’t believe you were embarrassed earlier, just to be standing in the kitchen with him, but now you were dry humping into the couch cushions below his body.

You moved your hips against the zipper of his jeans, feeling your stomach grow queasy from the feeling. You had never had anything close to this feeling before, it was like the better part of the feeling of being embarrassed in front of a classroom of people. It was a positive version of nervousness and embarrassment and it felt so fucking good.

You desperately gripped Connie’s t-shirt as you felt your body already start to fall apart on top of him. You moaned out into the empty space around you, closing your eyes as you grinded helplessly into his lap. Connie’s hands on your hips only guided you further, helping you create circles with your body to hit every single sensitive part.

“H-hey-hey,” Connie said desperately, just seeing you in this new position was driving him insane, “Not too quick, I’m just trying to turn you on, not give you an orgasm just yet.”

You looked down at Connie, feeling a bit embarrassed by your lack of patience. You had never been this driven by sex, it was like your horniess took over your mental wheel and wouldn’t let go. And, your entire body only felt more embarrassed knowing there must be a pretty big wet spot decorating the crotch of his sweatpants.

“Sorry,” You whispered timidly to Connie.

Connie grinned, “Don’t be sorry, baby - just let me help you.”

Connie lifted you off of him ever so slightly, just enough to push down his sweatpants and take out his already hard cock. You tried not to get a good look at it, not wanting to feel your nerves bubble back up if you could sneak a peek. Instead, you blindly trusted Connie, you let him line himself up and gently press push himself into you.

It was somehow better than the dry humping, and only a few minutes ago - you hadn’t thought that was possible. You continued to grind against his hips, remembering the silent tips he had given you when it was only his sweatpants. But now, with every circle of your body against his, you were gasping and moaning and he was cursing below you.

“Oh fuck.” Connie reached upward and brought your face down to him, giving you sloppy kisses across your lips and face. “You feel so good- so, so good.”

Your hips began to falter, your stomach tightening with pleasure. Connie felt the distance you were trying to create between your bodies - and he couldn’t blame you, you just didn’t know what was happening to your body, you didn’t realize he was going to give you your first orgasm. Connie tried to eliminate the distance you created, humping upwards into your entrance and only creating more pressure in your abdomen.

“Connie,” You moaned against his mouth, “Connie, I-I- don’t-”

Connie nodded against your face, “Just let yourself go, don’t worry - I’ve got ‘ya.”

So - as you always did - you did as Connie said and you let yourself go. In the peak of your orgasm, the haziness in the room around you began to disappear. Actually, the haziness wasn’t disappearing, the whole room was. And, slowly, Connie was disappearing from underneath you as well.

Before Connie had completely gone, you heard him whisper, “Don’t worry - I got ‘ya.”

Your eyes snapped awake to the sound of some strangely upbeat song playing in the living room. You lifted your head from Connie’s chest and glanced at the tv only to realize the song was a part of the end of the romantic comedy Connie had chosen about two hours ago.

It seemed you had imagined the whole experience. There were no strewn clothes, no orgasmic sex, no grinding and no fun. Instead, it was just you and Connie: as dressed as ever and snoring lightly into the dark living room except for the light coming from the credits of the movie still playing on the tv in front of you. And, when you shifted from one hip to the other, now pressing your backend into Connie, you felt the slightly uncomfortable presence of wetness in your panties.

The weirdest part was you didn’t feel like a virgin anymore, but maybe your dream was just extremely believable - you had always had a vast imagination.

The Witch

(Pieck x Reader) - Word Count: 3.7k

Creature: a woman who is supposed to have evil or wicked powers.

Warnings: Obsession, Fingering (Giving)

Quick Summary: a suspicious singing voice leads you to an old friend’s house, and you catch up with her. 

Extra Notes: Second day of Whore - O - Ween is here! Enjoy the season of the witch, lovies!

The rain and the fact that you had to walk in it should have been the first sign that maybe you shouldn’t be here. The next sign was the black cat that had crossed your path as you walked up the sidewalk towards the Finger family home. And, the last sign - the most obvious sign of all - was the voice singing in your mind, the voice was beautiful and soft and it sounded just like the girl from your Psychology 101 class, Pieck.

It was the singing that drew you towards the Finger family home. The voice even grew in volume the closer you got to the large house. The voice began as a low hum as you sat in your own apartment across town and was now stuck in a screeching high note that almost gave you a headache as you walked up the porch’s wet, wooden stairs.

Your whole body was shaking either from the cold rain drenching your clothes or from the voice suddenly stopping in your head, now leaving your body feeling a bit empty without it. The rain had covered your clothes and soaked completely through, now laying on your skin and causing chills to form all over your body. You wiped at your nose and face, trying to remove at least a little bit of the wetness off of your skin.

You stood on the Finger doormat, telling you a sweet message of Welcome though you didn’t feel so welcome here. The singing voice was the only thing making you feel you had a reason to be here - but without it, you now felt your entire body telling you to run away. But, you couldn’t move your legs, only your one arm as you reached forward and rang the doorbell beside the front door.

You immediately regretted ringing the doorbell. It was as if you were offering entrance to the house of the Devil himself. You once again felt the overwhelming desire to run far away from this house, just completely ding-dong-ditch the residents inside. You’d be okay with the embarrassment that would come afterwards but only if you got the fuck away from this place right this second, before somebody comes to the door and-

The door opened slowly to a disheveled black haired girl, but you recognized her immediately. You know her from your Psychology 101 class, you’ve seen her around campus, and you’ve heard her voice in your head since this afternoon. Pieck just stared at you standing on her front porch, obviously shocked and out of breath from running down the stairs as quickly as possible.

“You’re here,” Pieck said in an amazed whisper, “You’re actually here.”

You furrowed your eyebrows at Pieck to keep yourself from getting sick all over her front porch. Your stomach was flipping with nerves, or possibly hypothermia considering you were standing in drenched clothes whose coldness was seeping down to your bones. Either way, you knew you needed someplace warm, and if the Finger residence was the only place open then so be it - you couldn’t complain when you were desperate.

“I’m co-cold,” Your words stuttered out from behind your chattering teeth.

“Oh.” Pieck quickly moved out of the way, allowing you entrance into her home. “Come inside and warm up, I’m so sorry I kept you outside for so long - I just, I don’t know what I was thinking.” Pieck watched as you walked past her into her house, and immediately found the lit fireplace in the living room as if it were waiting for you. “I just, I guess I wasn’t really expecting you to be here.”

You sat on the ground in front of the fireplace, “Why not? You were calling for me.”

You knew you sounded ridiculous saying that out loud. You were sure Pieck was just as confused as you were because what the hell did you were calling for me even mean? You knew Pieck had to be confused, which is how you missed the look in her eyes, the look of realization and a sense of silent pride.

Pieck ignored your comment as she draped a blanket over your shoulders, and wrapped you up in the fuzziness. The blanket was thick and warmed you quicker than the fire in front of you could. It was as if the fabric of the blanket had been trapping the fireplace’s warmth and keeping it from you until now.

“Well,” Pieck said from behind and above you, “Do you want something to drink?”

“Do you have the blood of a deer on tap?” You giggled with your joke, unsure of where the words had come from. And, Pieck laughed as well, but her laugh was different from yours. Her giggle was uncomfortable and forced, as if she were only laughing to fill a silence that had grown between you two.

Even though the joke sat in the air for longer than a minute, Pieck never really responded. There was something weird about her behavior, she wasn’t her normal self tonight. This wasn’t the girl you met in your psychology class, it was as if you were talking to her clueless doppelgänger.

Maybe it was that you were intruding. Maybe this is how she reacts when a random girl she hasn’t talked to for months appears on her doorstep in the middle of a storm without any reason as to why she is there, and then rudely waits to be invited into her house. The whole situation is a little weird, so you really couldn’t blame her for not being normal.

“Pieck,” You said softly while keeping your eyes focused on the fire in front of you, “How have you been since I’ve last seen you?”

“How have I been?” Pieck spoke from where she stood in the kitchen behind you. “You mean since psych?”

You nodded slowly, “Yeah, it’s been awhile since I’ve last talked with you, so how have you been?”

“I’ve been fine.” Pieck made herself busy with a cup and pitcher of water in front of her. “I haven’t done much, really.”

Of course you didn’t know it, but Pieck’s words were the truest form of a lie. She had been doing a lot in your time apart, and she hadn’t been fine either. In the seven months since she’d last seen you in class, you had taken up every inch of Pieck’s mind, she couldn’t stop thinking about you in fact. Every second of every day had her wondering what you were doing, what classes you were taking, who you were talking to, and if you were talking about her.

Pieck’s curiosity eventually caught up with her, and she started to get obsessed with the idea of you. She found herself skipping classes to find out where your classes were. She memorized your schedule of the last semester, and would wait outside of your classes for you. She hoped to be noticed by you, maybe even given a friendly hello or a pity wave, but you never gave Pieck any of your time.

Eventually, your attention became Pieck’s goal. She was desperate to be seen, noticed, and liked by you. Following you to classes, befriending your friends, going to the same parties, being in the library at the same time - none of it helped her case, and it only made Pieck more desperate.

And, like many desperate women before Pieck, she turned to something, and someone, a bit more powerful.

She did her research, and a lot of it. She took her time in all of the local libraries she could find. She read as many old books she could find, and watched countless movies on anything that could help her. Pieck’s time and research was never in vain because she eventually found a way to win your affections and attention - she eventually found her saving grace.

It was written in an old book she found in a library nearly two hours from your shared campus. The book flew itself out at her, desperate for her attention the same way she had been desperate for yours. And once she opened the book, it was as if she knew exactly what page to flip to for her answers.

There was no real name to the thing that would help Pieck win you over, only instructions for her. The spell was moderately easy, just build a poppet of yarn, fluff, and sticks, and burn a candle and repeat some specific words - and it was done, you were all her’s.

Sure, Pieck didn’t believe the spell would actually work at first. In fact, she had been sitting in her own guilt and displeasure for the last week and a half. She felt guilty for even being so obsessed with the idea of you to go as far as casting some obscure spell to win your affections. And, she felt displeased that the spell never seemed to work. All the book said was to do the spell and wait for the sure results, but Pieck had major doubts until you showed up on her front porch five hours until midnight.

“But,” Pieck said awkwardly, “How have you been?”

You furrowed your eyebrows at the fire, “Oh, I’ve been good. I haven’t done much either, just going to classes and attempting to hold my GPA up.” You laughed weakly to yourself in a poor attempt of lightening the mood in the house. “But, it’s nice to see you again.”

“Yeah.” Pieck walked over to your side, and handed the water cup to you which you quickly set on the ground. “Why is that?”

You looked up at Pieck, “Why is it nice to see you again?”

“No. Why are you seeing me again?”

You quickly looked back to the fire, “I don’t think you’d understand if I told you.”

Pieck took a seat on the ground beside you. Her brown eyes were focused on you, piercing into your face from where she sat on your right. You tried to ignore her gaze, but it was like a deer trying to ignore the glare of bright headlights coming right at it.

“Tell me anyways,” Pieck said softly, “I’m really interested in what you have to say.”

You turned slowly to Pieck, and upon seeing her eyes, you almost wanted to confess the truth. You wanted to tell her about how you haven’t actually thought about her in months, you’ve seen her at parties and have ignored her to save yourself from an awkward conversation, you’ve even pretended like you hadn’t recognized her name when your friends brought her up during hangouts. But one day rainy day while you’re reading for your upcoming midterms, you start hearing humming and singing in your head which only stops when you’re facing her front door.

None of it makes sense, honestly. It sounds like some bizarre and desperate attempt at saving face. Like, you’re trying to come up with dumb lies in hopes she won’t notice how badly you wanted to be sitting beside her on the floor of her living room. You thought she would never believe the truth, so you instead lied to her.

“I was just wondering how you’ve been,” You said, “So, I thought I’d come over and see you since we haven’t talked in so long.”

Pieck tilted her head towards you, “And, how did you know where I live?”

The magic voice led me here.

“Intuition.” You smiled to yourself. “And, Reiner told me.”

It wasn’t a complete lie, Reiner had shown you this house before and pointed out that it belonged to his friend Pieck. The house was known in town as being the oldest, the creepiest, the most haunted with demonic spirits, and the best one to get Trick or Treat candy from. He pointed the place out and stated it belonged to the Fingers on your way to another friend’s party, and you had even pretended to not recognize the name once he said it.

“Oh,” Pieck sounded disappointed with just that one word, “That makes sense, he does know where I live. But, why did you decide to show up in the middle of a rainstorm? You could’ve waited until tomorrow to catch up with me, I think it’s supposed to be sunnier then.”

Pieck giggled at your desperation to see her, and you felt your face heat up with embarrassment. You didn’t even want to be here right now or ever, you didn’t care to ever see her again after your class together. But it was that damned voice’s fault, if it didn’t annoy you so much or if you were a tad bit stronger, you wouldn’t have been here making a complete fool out of yourself.

“Or,” Pieck continued with a smile, “You could’ve come earlier in the day. You chose the worst time actually, you just showed up right around sunset. You know, people are normally eating dinner around this time, so maybe send a text next time, alright?”

“Then, maybe I should go.” You aggressively pushed the blanket off of your shoulders, and the coldness from outside of it hit you immediately. A chill ran through your body, and you couldn’t keep your teeth from chattering as you spoke. “It-it’s late anyways, I-I should lea-leave.”

“No.” The word flew from Pieck’s mouth. That was the last thing she wanted, she loved that you were here and she was the only person you could talk to in this house. She had your undivided attention, and this was everything she had ever hoped for since the day she met you. “Please don’t leave, I’m sorry I was being so selfish.”

You turned to her with your nose wrinkled, “Are you sh-sure?”

“Of course I’m sure.” Pieck picked up the blanket and thrusted it towards you. You took the blanket timidly, even mumbling a weak thank you. Pieck watched as you wrapped yourself back up in the blanket she chose for you, it made her smile. “I love having you here, it’s nice to see you again - no matter what time or what weather you decide to see me in.”

You laughed loudly, “Even five hours until midnight in the middle of a hurricane?”

“Yes,” Pieck said with a gentle smile, “Even then.”

You couldn’t take your eyes off of her. She was suddenly so much brighter than you ever remembered. In your shared psychology class, she was merely another college student working their ass off for a class they didn’t care for. She was nice - sure - but she seemed plain, mostly wore the color brown, and just never seemed worth your time.

But now, Pieck was a completely different person. She was still wearing brown which was unfortunate, but she was radiating energy like the damn sun. Her smile was intoxicating, and her eyes were looking through the deepest, darkest corners of your being. She was unbelievable, extraordinary, and everything you always imagined her not to be.

“Pieck,” You whispered into the quiet air between the both of you, “Why did you call me here?” The words fell from your lips without you wanting them to. You knew you would never say something like that if you were in control of your own mouth, but something took over your mind, and said the words for you.

Pieck was speechless, and instead stared at you with a wide mouth. Completely unlike you, she couldn’t get any words to come out of her mouth. She wanted to explain to you that she didn’t mean to, but that would be a lie - she completely meant to, and she was selfishly enjoying every moment of your time that you were giving her.

“I heard your voice.” You spoke without thinking properly. “You called me here, you made me come here, and so I came here.”

Pieck continued to stare at you without speaking. She wasn’t sure there was anything she could say. The spell had worked, and she had done the spell. She was too guilty to ever be forgiven by you.

“Why?” You moved without thinking as well as you pushed your hand out of the blanket and placed your palm gently on her cheek. “Why do you want me here so badly?”

Pieck’s breath hitched in her throat once she felt your touch. She closed her eyes softly as her greatest wish was suddenly coming true. She realized long ago that this desire for your attention was much more than a platonic feeling, she needed more from you - she needed everything you could give her, physically.

“What do you want from me?” You leaned closer to Pieck. “What do you want me to do for you?”

Pieck was quiet as she desperately waited for you to lean into her mouth. She wanted to taste you, to feel you, to make you want her the same way she has wanted you for months now. She desired you with every part of her being, and she felt herself melting under your long awaited touch.

“I need you to tell me.” You stopped only an inch from her mouth. “Speak for me, please.”

“I want you to kiss me.”

You almost grinned to yourself before leaning in, it was exactly what you were expecting her to say. You landed a soft peck on Pieck’s lips, and before you could completely move away from her, she was leaning back into you for more. You could feel her desperation for you through her lips, and that alone almost made you want her back - you always loved being desired.

Pieck pulled you into her, and you leaned into her desperate touches, always giving her more. She pulled your shoulder gently towards her, and you pushed the blanket off of your body. She jutted her chin into your shared kiss, and you moved onto your knees right in front of her. She pushed her hand under your shirt to feel the soft skin underneath, and you laid her down softly to the hardwood floor.

You laid on top of Pieck, kissing her passionately as her hands explored your body. She allowed her fingers to touch every inch of you that she had been desiring for months now. Pieck desperately grabbed at your shirt, and you took the hint easily. You sat back on Pieck’s thigh to let her pull the sweater over your head and toss it far away from both of your bodies.

Pieck admired your body with her eyes, making you feel a little uneasy from the amount of attention she was giving you. You tried to giggle to hide the embarrassment you were feeling, but Pieck didn’t notice, she instead ran her hands up your sides and then pulled you back into her for more kisses.

Pieck’s hands were a bit impatient against your body. She felt your skin quickly without a single thought or giving much time to any specific part of you. She was hasty and desperate, and it made you want to take your time with her. You wanted to give Pieck exactly what she wanted from you.

Your hands worked at your side, scrunching her brown dress to reveal more of her legs and hips. You pushed your fingers under the fabric, feeling over the side of her panties and dipping your fingers inside.

“What,” Pieck gasped against your mouth, “I don’t-”

You shushed Pieck, “Let me touch you, please?”

Pieck felt as if she could come from just those words and the gentle way you were touching her hip. She had wanted this for the longest time, and every time she imagined it, she always imagined herself on top. She supposed she always thought she’d be in control of the situation since she was the one who wanted it the most, but she actually prefered where you were leading it instead.

Pieck nodded frantically against your face, “Yes- yes, please, do whatever you want to me.”

“Wow.” You laughed to yourself. “That’s quite a request, but I’ll start with something you can actually handle, how about that?”

You didn’t notice how embarrassed Pieck got from your words, you were too busy focusing on her body instead. You moved your fingers deeper into her panties, and just a simple touch of her sensitive skin was enough to make her buck her hips up into thigh.

Pieck removed her lips from yours, wanting to take in every touch you offered her. She felt as you gently rubbed at her clit on your way to her entrance. Every second you spent in her panties had her desperately moaning for more, and getting wetter which was only making it easier for what you wanted to do to her.

You pushed a single finger into her entrance, feeling the way her walls tightened around that one body part. It was truly amazing how into this moment she could be, she was practically frozen from joy and you had hardly touched her. It was as if she could barely believe everything was happening even while it definitely was happening.

You pushed a second finger into her, interested to see how the girl would react. She dug her nails into your back from the new touch, desperate to hold onto something solid when she was feeling like liquid underneath you. Her body was taken over by pleasure as you thrusted your fingers into her, and even moved your hips with each movement.

Pieck didn’t need much of anything from you to orgasm - Hell, she’d turn into an ocean if you just winked in her direction. You had only been a dream to her for so long, and this moment was so much better than anything she could’ve imagined. She wasn’t even surprised when her body released its entire build up only a few minutes into the event.

You weren’t sure why you ignored Pieck’s presence for so long. As she looked at you like you held the moon every night, you realized maybe she wasn’t someone you had overlooked on purpose. You were always afraid of what feelings arose when you caught her staring at you across the classroom, when she laughed a little too hard at your jokes, and when her name was brought up amongst your friends. Maybe ignoring her wasn’t a good idea all of these months because you felt like maybe you wanted this just as much as she did, or maybe even more.

The Goddess

(Sasha x Reader) - Word Count: 3.5k

Creature: a female deity,,, who so happens to be exiled from her home in this au.

Warnings: Praise Kink, Cunnilingus (Receiving), Sex Outside

Quick Summary: at a party in the woods, you meet a mysterious girl and want more from her.

Extra Notes: Day one of Whore - O -Ween is here! I hope you all are just excited to read these stories as I have been to share them!

The summer was a perfect season for losing yourself; you didn’t have to worry about your classes, you didn’t have to worry about your reputation, and you didn’t have to worry about your parents. You only needed to worry about yourself, and that was something you could do.

You went to the bonfire because you needed it. You needed the break, you needed the drinks, and you needed to finally leave your muggy little apartment that you were starting to get sick of. Your roommate, Pieck, could see it with every step you took - she saw the way your eyes lingered on the windows, and how your hand longed for the front door.

She heard about this bonfire from her friend, Reiner. He was a linebacker on the football team and the whole team regularly put together parties just like this one. During the school year, during the summer, during the middle of the night and early in the morning - football players loved to party, and they’d invite anyone who looked like they could let loose for a few hours.

Pieck was just excited to see you leave the house, even if you didn’t wear that pretty little red dress that fit your curves so well. She wanted to see you finally let go of this strict and hardened shell of yourself that you had created during the school year. She never realized just how quickly you could let go of that shell, even though she knew how much you craved the freedom that came with letting go.

You were dancing, drinking, and socializing. She had never seen you so in your element, the way you moved around the woods and interacted with people - it was as if you were born for this one moment. She watched as you talked with everyone, taking sips from tons of red plastic cups, and dancing with anyone who extended a hand towards you.

Pieck admired how well you were making this party your bitch. That was why she turned her back on you, she knew you weren’t invisible to these people. Everybody had their eyes on you, watching you closely, waiting on your every move. So, she knew she didn’t have to be the babysitter anymore, you could handle yourself.

That’s how you found yourself in somebody else’s care, another pretty girl with her tunnel-visioned watch on you. You hadn’t seen her around before, you would’ve remembered a girl like that. Her burgundy brown hair, her light brown eyes, her sideways smirk, and her body-warming giggle that was just contagious enough to make you smile to yourself each time she laughed at your joke.

“You’re so funny,” The girl said softly with the ghost of a grin still across her lips, “You must have a lot of friends.”

You shrugged as a giggle escaped you, “Not really, I mostly just have my roommate and she has a lot of friends. I’m like-” You took a moment to think, and took the time to drunkenly lean in closer to the girl- “Like, a friendship leech, I just take all of another person’s friends instead of making my own.”

“Well, I’m not your roommate’s friend.” The girl smiled wide at you. “But, I’m your friend - so, being a friendship leech no longer applies to you.”

You giggled as you leaned back on the tree stump, “I don’t even know your name!”

“Sasha,” The girl said as she leaned towards you, “My name’s Sasha.”

“Cool.” You looked off into the distance and watched the flames dance for a moment before remembering to introduce yourself. You shouted your name over the sound of the music around you and Sasha, making sure your new friend heard it.

Hell, you’d give her your social security number if she asked for it, this was the first real time you had made a new friend other than Pieck. You suppose that immediate loyalty to this new friend is why you trusted her so deeply. You trusted her when she asked you to dance, you trusted her when she asked you to hide her from her ex-boyfriend, and you trusted her when she handed you an unlabeled bottle in the middle of the dancefloor.

You held the bottle tightly in your hand as you threw your head back to take a real swig of it. The only thing Sasha had said was that the liquid would really fuck you up and that she made it herself earlier that week. And, Sasha was completely right, the liquid tasted of peaches and honey and though you couldn’t feel carbonation in the drink, you still felt the bubbles pop in your mouth before slipping down your throat.

The alcohol took you by surprise at first. It caused you to physically take a step back from Sasha, bending over and threatening to spit the liquid out all over the dirt below you. Sasha moved her hand through your hair as you tried to completely swallow the strange drink. She cooed you through the reaction, sounding almost bored with her praise.

“You’ve got this,” Sasha said gently as she leaned towards your ear, “I’ve seen you drink from fourteen cups tonight alone, this is nothing.”

She was right, you knew how dangerous it was - but, you still welcomed drink after drink from people. You even had random people mix anything together and then, you’d chug it in a matter of seconds right in front of them. And, even at one point of the night, you had grabbed a half-full fifth of blueberry vodka and you were walking around with the top of it in your mouth. You were surprised you hadn’t thrown up yet tonight, and Sasha’s alcohol definitely tasted more than a thousand times better than anything else you had drinken tonight, so why was it so hard to swallow?

“Swallow it,” Sasha added, “And I’ll make sure I reward you for your efforts.”

The offer hung heavy in the air, and it made your heart quicken. You felt your entire body try to welcome the liquid, simply because you craved her reward. You desired anything she would give you, especially if that reward was herself. But, to be honest, you’d even take a single chicken nugget if that’s what she offered you. Anything from her was better than nothing.

You felt the alcohol run down your esophagus and into your stomach. You stood back up and threw your hands above your head in a moment of silent victory. You smiled wide at Sasha, your chest heaving with each ragged breath you took. You weren’t just happy not to embarrass yourself in front of your new friend, but mostly because you wanted her reward - you were never a materialistic person, but she made you want whatever she would give you.

“Good job,” Sasha said as she gently caressed the side of your face, “You took it so well.” Her palm was soft against your face and you felt yourself leaning into her touch. Her smile was genuine, her eyes full of a deep pride and gratitude.

Her praise made your stomach turn with nerves. You craved to make her proud, you would do anything if she would give you this same look afterwards. You leaned towards Sasha, and whispered gently into the small space between both of your mouths.

“Now, what’s my reward?” Your eyes found her mouth, hoping she’d say exactly what you wanted.

Sasha grinned, “Anything you want.”

And, she did - she said exactly what you wanted to hear from her, as if she could read your mind.

Sasha’s hand was warm against your own as she led you through the party. You felt the weight of eyes on your body all night, but when you were walking alongside Sasha, it was gone. You felt invisible as you slipped through dancing people and drunk conversations, even going as far as walking unnoticed through the middle of a conversation as if you had been a ghost.

The walk from the party to her personal destination wasn’t long. Sasha steered you away from the part of the woods where people were still getting wasted behind you and towards a stretch of woods that looked too beautiful to be real. The trees were decorated in golden orange leaves instead of green ones, and the area fluttered with life, butterflies and birds all flying by you and Sasha.

It took a moment for your mind to successfully take the whole scene in and process it. The scene in front of you was absolutely gorgeous; from the trees to the animals, to the moon shining through the leaves above you, even to the small stretch of a lake you could see through the trunks in front of you. The stretch of woods had you by the heart and it caused you to nearly forget Sasha being by your side completely.

Suddenly, Sasha’s hand snapped in front of your face, bringing you out of your possessed state. She seemed almost upset as she talked, but you were convinced she wasn’t upset considering her seductive saunter towards you and the gentle smirk on her face.

“Why can you see me?” Sasha asked, and before you had time to answer, she continued, “I’ve been practically dead for about 400 years, and yet you can see me, why?”

Your eyes widened as you stared at her, “You’re dead?”

Sasha smiled, “Not actually - gods don’t ever really die.”

“You’re a god?” The words felt untrue as they made their way out of your mouth. Sasha didn’t look like a god; she wasn’t sparkling or causing bystanders to fall to their knees. Sasha was the last thing you’d expect from a god, she looked too normal - so, maybe she was lying.

“Yes.”

You giggled to yourself, “Right,” You answered sarcastically, “And I’m a vampire.”

Sasha frowned at you, “I’m being serious.”

“So am I.” You pretended to hiss at Sasha, baring your blunt teeth in her direction. You tried to suppress the giggle bubbling up from your stomach, but let it out between your tight lips. While focusing much too hard on your own laugh, you almost missed Sasha’s low chuckle from only a foot away.

Sasha stopped laughing abruptly, “You think this is funny?” Sasha walked around you, moving from your side and to behind you. She was just over your right shoulder, pressing her chest into your back and pressing her lips against the shell of your ear. “Would you rather laugh or hear what I have to say?”

Your throat went dry and you tried to swallow to wet it, “Hear.”

Sasha smiled, “I am the god of wine and festivities - so, of course you’d find me at a party, right? But, you’re intuitive enough to see me in general - you must also be intuitive enough to see how people don’t look at me. How I go invisible to the naked eye, and I always rope in anyone I touch - weren’t you wondering why that is?”

You remembered how many refused to look at Sasha at the party. Not paying any mind to her when she walked up to you and asked what you were drinking. Not paying any mind to her when she pulled you onto the dancefloor and swung you around as you laughed. Not even paying any mind to her when she stuffed the finish of a bottle into your mouth and forced you to drink.

She didn’t seem like she was lying, so why not believe her? It was strange to you just how quickly your undying loyalty for Sasha had died. You were willing to hand over your own social security number to her only an hour ago, so why were you so hesitant to believe a single story now?

“So,” You said quietly enough for only Sasha to hear, “That’s what makes you a god, because nobody can see you but me?”

Sasha giggled, “No, no, no, of course not - I’m a god because-” Sasha paused for a moment and leaned in closer to you- “Well, that’s much too complicated to explain now, but I can explain why people can’t see me. If you’re interested, of course.”

Sasha wiped her hands down your sides, letting her fingers linger on the soft fabric of your dress. You felt your breath hitch your throat, the closer she got to your most sensitive spots. One of her hands moved towards your hips, dipping her fingers towards the hem of your dress and her other hand moved towards your chest, her fingertips gently playing with the cup of your tits.

Your voice got stuck in your throat, “I-I’m interested.”

“Great,” Sasha said with a smile, “Did you know there’s such a thing as too much?” Sasha moved her one hand to finally cup one of your breasts. “You can have too much fun, too much pity, or just too much love - and, I got in trouble for all three. I had too much fun despite being the goddess of wine and festivities; I had too much pity, falling for a seemingly scared girl who acted as if she wanted to be mine; and I had too much love in my heart for that girl. She’s the reason I can’t be seen anymore.”

You gasped as Sasha’s hand slipped under the hem of your dress, “Wha-what do you mean?”

“My punishment for being too much was that I couldn’t be seen by humans anymore. I enjoyed their love too much, that’s what he said to me! So, he took their love away. I went from party to party for 400 years, searching for somebody who could see, with no luck - that is until you.” Sasha gently brushed her fingertips against the soft skin of your thigh. “You can see me, and you shouldn’t be able to. So, I want to reward you - for being so intuitive and for reminding me what it’s like to feel a mortal’s attention. Do you accept that? Do you want me to reward you?”

Her words were going against everything you’ve ever heard or learned in your entire life, but you still knew the answer to that question immediately after she asked it. She may have been blowing apart two decades of information learned from the world around you, but she was still the most important person to you at that party. And, she was still the person you desired the most on the planet at the moment. So, of course you answered without a second of hesitation.

“Yes.”

Sasha turned you around quickly, taking you in her arms and kissing you profusely. Sasha backed you into the nearest tree, using the bark wall to only get closer to you. You were sure the marks from the trunk of the tree would be imprinted on your back and shoulders by just how hard she was pushing you into it, but you didn’t stop her - you didn’t mind the aggressiveness.

Her kisses were rough, as if she were trying to prove a point to you. Too much, she wanted her kisses to seem like too much, she wanted you to push away from her, ask for air, ask for space, maybe even run away as fast as you possibly can - but, you didn’t mind not breathing, especially when Sasha was the reason. So, instead of pushing back, you leaned into her kiss, letting her have the control she was trying to give to you instead.

Sasha moaned against your mouth, feeling you fall into her and mold yourself to be her ideal lover. You were willing to change yourself, mentally and physically, if it meant a moment with Sasha would come with it. And, that was all she wanted, she desperately needed somebody who didn’t think she was too much - she desperately needed you.

Sasha moved her hand even further up your dress, cupping your ass over the thin layer of your panties. The fabric of your dress bunched up at Sasha’s wrist, trying to follow her hand as it ventured further into your panties. Her fingertips lightly grazed the most sensitive part of you before removing itself from the fabric and going back to your hip.

“Wha-where are you-?” You asked breathlessly against Sasha’s face.

Sasha leaned back and smiled crookedly at you, “Don’t worry, pretty girl, how about I give you a little bit more?” Sasha fell onto her knees right in front of you, pushing your dress up to your hips before replacing the lost fabric. You whimpered as Sasha’s lips kissed up the inside of your thigh, leading towards the one spot you wanted her most. “But, you tell me if I’m being too much, okay?”

You shook your head frantically, “That’s not possible.”

“That’s nice to hear.” Sasha delicately kissed up your plump thigh before pulling your panties down your legs and having you step out of them. Sasha scooped up your leg and put it over her shoulder, now face to face with the most sensitive part of your body. “Now, say some more.” Her words caused air to blow on the wet area between your legs, and the new coldness from her breath made you shutter.

Sasha licked between your legs, smearing the wetness that had gathered from kissing her - Hell, even from dancing with her, just the act of being close to Sasha had you losing breath and getting wet between your thighs. She cleaned you up nicely though, gripping your thigh with her rough fingers as she licked up the slick that had collected between your legs.

Sasha’s hands ventured up your body as she licked over every inch of your entrance. Her fingers danced up your skin and you were suddenly reminded of her role as the god of wine and festivities - did moments like these count as festivities because you felt pretty festive. Her fingertips tiptoed up your thighs, over the curve of your ass and she used her hands to bring your body closer to her, circling her palms around your hips.

You felt like you needed something to hold you up right, your legs starting to turn into butter the longer you stood there. You leaned back against the tree behind you, letting the bark mark you up again from the weight of your body against the trunk. You arched your back away from the tree, giving Sasha more room to roam your body with her tongue.

You pushed your hips closer to her face, grabbing onto her hair as a way to pull her close. Your fingers fisted locks of long brown hair, pulling at Sasha’s scalp in an attempt to alleviate the pressure that was building in your lower stomach. You pulled Sasha’s face closer to you just as the band inside of your stomach broke and you released all over her mouth and chin.

Sasha pulled back from your body, her brown eyes meeting your eyes from where she kneeled on the grass below you. Her face was drenched in you, but she didn’t seem too bothered by the new wetness on her face. Instead, Sasha just licked her lips and wiped the excess off with the back of her arm.

“If I remember correctly,” Sasha said with furrowed eyebrows, “I think this is the first time I’ve ever been on my knees for somebody.” Sasha smirked at you. “Usually, people are kneeling for me instead.”

You lightly moved your hand over Sasha’s hair, “How about next time, I kneel for you? Does that sound good?”

“That sounds like a dream.”

Though she was being serious, Sasha almost sounded like she was making a joke. You supposed that was a downside to being such a fun loving god, you could never take a moment seriously because it just wasn’t what you did. And, you supposed, it must be hard to play that specific role you’re forced into simply because you’re all knowing being, you even sort of pitied Sasha in a strange way.

You grinned at Sasha, “If you think just my words sound like a dream, then wait until you hear the pretty moans I pull from your mouth when I go down on you.”

Sasha laughed as she rose back onto her feet, she was only an inch away from you. She took her time as her eyes looked over your face and listened to the way that your breath still caught in your throat. She was pleased with herself, but she was also pleased with you - pleased you were able to see her, and pleased you allowed yourself to unravel before her.

“It’s a date.” Sasha leaned in and pecked her lips to your lips. “Tomorrow night?”

You gave her a curt nod, “Tomorrow night.”

You no longer cared if she really was a god or not, you’d kneel before her everyday if she wanted. You would go on your knees, on all fours, pray with your head between her legs - you’d be a good little follower of her’s, soaking up her every command. Because maybe - just maybe - someday she would want to be back with her face between your legs, and she could make you feel this good again.

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