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silvvermst · 5 months

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SWEATER WEATHER

SYNOPSIS :: the night where things get messy with feelings and mutual pining.

NOTE :: all characters are 18 and above

TYPE :: fluff / smut

WARNING :: dorks in love, aftercare, foreplay !!

I haven't even begun how the fuck he was able to climb up to my room, in a middle of a storm.

“Now, explain, what are you doing here?” I asked him with my arms twisted in front of my chest. Instead of answering, he let out a weak chuckle. Seriously! This guy!

“Alright, alright, before you throw me out of your window. I was, just, I was missing you. I get it, you were busy given that this is your last semester. I even texted you a bunch of times but you weren't picking up, I got worried and shit, I ended up here.” He continues his reasons, but I was already at my limit from laughing my ass off. “Hey! Stop laughing.”

I immediately wrapped my hands in his mouth, “Remember, you're not supposed to be here.” His shock was evident by how fast I have closed the gap between us. Yet he still nodded, and it was my cue to let him go.

“You busy?” He asked in a more shushed voice, with his hand scratching his nape.

“Obviously, but since you're here might as well just take a break. Want to pop a movie? I have a subscription with Netflix... I think, check it out if I still have it.” I told him, while I prepared a snack. A bucket of popcorn and two bottles of beer I snuck in last night.

I sat the popcorn and beer down at a small table and hopped on my bed, while Warren fixed my projector. “Come on, it's already good.”

He looked at the projector one final time, before plopping down on the floor. “What are you doing there?”

Surely enough a blush appeared on his cheeks, staining it like a fairy dust. “You're gonna let me sit at your bed?”

“I don't see why not.” I answered and didn't wait for him to move his ass because I was already pulling his arms towards me.

The beginning of the movie in which I picked out–because he was too flustered by the fact he is just realising he was in a girl's room, even though he's the one who barged in– a rom-com movie, 10 Things I Hate About You.

“Are you uncomfortable?” He asked, his body was as stiff as a board sitting on my bed which is opposite from me as I'm laying while munching down on the popcorn.

“Warren, stop worrying about me, in fact I feel the exact opposite. So, I'd feel even better if you start getting comfortable as well.” I informed him, patting the space he's not occupying that's next to me.

He grunted but obliged, laying down with his back pressed against a ton of soft pillows. “I might be stuck in your bed forever, how come ours was never this soft and fluffy.”

I chuckled at his reaction, “That's because I always make sure to at least clean it from time to time.” Then, all I heard from him was a small ‘Hmm’.

The movie was halfway towards the end and I can feel him get closer with occasional comments about how cliché and predictable the scenes are. Of course, I have to defend my favourite movie.

“But isn't it romantic?” I dejected when the next scene was the characters kissing in the car.

I waited for his answer but he's gone quiet by how he keeps watching the scene. “Have you even got your first kiss?” God, my mouth won't shut up today.

In an instance, his head snapped back to me. It was a long second before he answered I added immediately, “I was kidding, you don't have to answer that.”

“No..” He answered, cutting off my initial plan to back out from my question. But the way he said it makes it sound like he's not even sure.

“Seriously? Come on, you can't be that much of a virgin loser.” I joked, but he smacked my arm lightly yet he's still laughing.

“I don't, I don't think anyone is interested in dating me, let alone kiss me.” He said, but I can hear the melancholy in his voice.

I sat up and got closer to him, "Hey, Warren, anyone will be lucky to have you. Jesus, you're a joy to be with. I know that since you've been my best friend ever since.”

He smiled, but I don't think he meant it, “Yeah, friends. Are we really just friends?”

The moment the words left his mouth, I felt uneasiness. I'm not oblivious with the fact how there were lingering glances when he thought I wasn't aware, or how his hands softly touched mine and wouldn't let go when I let him. Fuck! This was dangerous to play.

“Don't you consider us friends?” Pretend, that's what I've been doing ever since I found out about his feelings. If I do this, surely, his feelings would go, right? Wrong!

Instead his hand touched one of mine, “Do best friends go around kissing when they're drunk in a party?”

My body felt like it's been dumped with water that's filled with ice. Fuck! He remembers that? It was that stupid party by the Vortex Club, I was too fuck out of my head that the moment I saw him at that party I didn't get to control myself and just kissed him.

I was speechless, where do I even begin with. I looked at his features, the laughter we had together, his quip comments, all of it was gone, just his stoic eyes staring right at me.

The credits of the movie faded into black, making his features blurry and only a silhouette was what I saw. “Warren, I–”

My words and breath were knocked out of my mouth and instead, replaced it with his lips. I feel my body paralyzed for a minute and all my senses were blocked from his kiss.

He's kissing me? Oh, shit. Goddammit, kiss back!

The minute has already passed by but his left hand was already on my waist pushing me down the bed and got on top of me, his lips never once leaving mine and only urging me on for more.

I have to stop this, it won't end well. Things will get much weirder between us, I'll lose him if it doesn't work.

“Warren..” I breathed out when I slightly pushed him away, giving time to breathe. Yet he didn't stop, his lips were tracing my jaw leaving small kisses. I almost moaned his name when he kept going further. “We have to stop.”

“One more minute, please. Then, I'll go.” He begged, his hands roaming my body. I didn't even stop it, one of my hands was on his head patting his hair almost as if encouraging him to continue.

Fuck, please, give me strength to resist him.

“W, we really have to stop.” I breathed out, but my words fell deaf on his ears, instead he sucked a spot where my jaw connects to my earlobe. This time, I didn't get to stop moaning his name out loud.

My noise was enough for him to stop from what he was doing and looked at my face, it was only this time I got to see his eyes that was full of desire and almost as if he was going to cry.

“Do you really want me to stop? If you mean it, then I'll leave.” His voice was filled with desperation.

I looked at the rain, how hard it was pouring. “Don't look at anything else, look at me.” His hand softly touched my jaw guiding me to look at him face to face.

The truth dawned on me, I really can't resist him from the very start so why even bother. I closed my eyes and instead pulled him closer to me, this time, I'm the one who initiated the kiss. Only this was much more passionate. When two parties both want the same thing it usually ends where their clothes are disposed of and left on the ground.

The soft touches turned into harsh grips on my waist as his lips press small bites on my neck that will surely leave red bruises for the majority of the next day. Do I even care if it means he's the one who's doing it?

My hands started fidgeting and he took it as a sign to take my hands and make it wrapped around his torso. “You don't have to do anything, I'll do it for you.” He gently says near my ear before kissing my cheeks and pulling away to look at the state he put me in. My ears were ringing and all I hear is the sound of our pants and moans, did the rain already stop?

He mumbled with his words but I got to hear some of it, “I don't think I'll be able to let you go after this.”

Then he proceeded to finish his work, but this time, his hand slides dangerously from my waist to hips, fiddling with the fabric of my panties. If only I could read his thoughts, I wonder how much self control he has to stop himself from pulling it off of me. His lips found the curves of my collarbones and he didn't wait a second when my hands pushed him further into my chest. The warmth of his mouth filled my senses, the nudge of his tongue on my nipples is enough to send shivers to every part of me.

“Warren...” I softly called out to him and of course, as a gentleman he immediately stopped.

In return, he looked at me with the softest eyes I have ever seen that was almost filled with worry. “Did I do something?”

“No!” I replied, softly brushing his hair out of his flushed face. “I, I don't think I'm ready yet... for what's to happen next.”

“Oh.” Here we go, he's gonna get mad that I just led him on. But instead he smiled and kissed me on the forehead. “It's alright, we'll do whatever you want.”

“You're not mad?” I perked up, surely he might get angry.

We both sit up on the bed, he and I were already shirtless but the difference is he still has his jeans on. “Why should I? I'm in my happiest state right now. I just kissed you, and you kissed me back! Hey, I'm not mad at you for taking things slow. I'm respecting your decision, sunshine.”

Right, this is Warren. He's not the guys I've dated before. “Here, you can wear mine.” He told me, picking up his sweater from my floor and dusting it off before handing it to me.

I thanked him and the moment I wore his sweater his scent that filled my nostrils earlier came back. I couldn't resist hugging myself to feel his clothes on my body.

“You know, when you asked me earlier about my first kiss I was contemplating whether or not I should even consider our kiss from that night on the club.” He says with his hand behind his neck.

Of course, I remembered it. How could I not? It was one slip up, I had to pretend it never happened or he might be weirded out from my behaviour. It was better to blame the alcohol rather than my feelings.

“I'd prefer if you didn't regret it.” His eyes were the one thing that kept me grounded, I couldn't even look away from shame. “I knew you remembered it too, I just don't know why you have to hide it.”

“It would be better for the both of us if none of it happened. Warren, if this doesn't work out, I might lose...”

“Would you rather want to lose me now?” His question left me stunned. “Or don't you at least want to try and see what it's like to be with me? I love you, for such a long time. I was just afraid you didn't feel the same.” He paused, his voice trembling with anticipation. “But tonight, my perception changed. Give me a chance, please. If you think it won't work out in the end, at least we had the chance to love each other.”

I thought about the endless possibilities, considering the consequences, but none of it mattered the moment he kissed me tonight. All I wanted was to kiss him back, to feel more of his warmth. So in the end, all the worries and doubts turned my feelings around.

I was speechless, but I mustered my strength to look him in the eyes before kissing him again. With the same passion as earlier. He's right, he always has been right. It didn't take him too long to wrap his arms around me and kiss me back.

The moment we pulled away I could see from his eyes how happy he was, even though his smile was evident from his cheeks.

“I love you.” There, I finally said it. Caressing his cheeks.

Then a knock interrupted both of us, “Hey, lovebirds at least keep it down. We have a test tomorrow.” Juliet's voice echoed throughout my room that we have to prevent ourselves from laughing out loud.

“We should get some sleep, or they'll definitely report us.” I said, scooting over to give him some space on my bed for him to lay on.

“You want me to stay?” He asked when he realized what I was doing.

“Why? You want to go back with how hard it is raining outside? Absolutely not!” I said with my hands settled on my hips, “So please, come and sleep with me for tonight. Then, I'll throw you out my window tomorrow.”

He chuckled before bending over to me, “Thanks, sunshine. That's so sweet of you.” He said with sarcasm and sweetness in his tone.

The night ended with both of us cuddling together as I'm wearing his sweater, while his hands kept stroking my hair. As the storm outside brewed, my thoughts wandered, if ever I would have to sacrifice anything, it would be for this boy.

#life is strange #warren graham x f!reader #warren graham #warren graham x oc #lis warren graham #warren graham x reader #x reader #warren graham lis #warren graham fanfic #warren graham fanfiction #life is strange fanfiction #life is strange fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction

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anqelfries · 20 hours

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(please/don't) call me baby

soundtrack <3

pairing: tetsurou kuroo x f. reader

content: fluff, crack humor, kuroo acts like a loser virgin LOL, way too many pet names, it girl energy reader !!!

warnings: swearing, like one sexual joke, ooc

word count: 1k

for the lovely @chososcamgirl <33 i've had sm fun in your w this idea !!!

you call everyone pet names. it's kind of your thing now, really. everyone, from yaku (darling!), to kenma (sweetheart!) to lev (angel!). that is, everyone except kuroo. to you, kuroo is kuroo. occasionally tetsurou, if he's lucky, but mostly he is just kuroo.

he doesn't mind it, he swears. he doesn't even care! or he wouldn't, but he also unfortunately happens to be head-over-heels in love with you. how embarrassing. and he's totally not jealous of the other guys.

which leads him to his current situation. his head tips back over the back of his chair as he runs one hand through his hair. "y/n, do you hate me?"

"no, why?" your answer is sharp and fast from the desk next to his.

oh, shit. now it's awkward.

"because, like... you don't call me any of your stupid cute names or anything," he explains sheepishly.

you sit up straight, lips curving up into a beautiful, evil smile. "you wanna be called pet names, kuroo?"

he flushes, shakes his head. "naaah, just asking."

you don't seem to believe him, head tilted to one side as you regard him curiously. and then you're getting up and making your way towards him, bending down to get on his level, and he thinks he might spontaneously combust in his pants. your fingers dance across the broad expanse of his chest, and your eyes are like a predator's, stalking its prey. his breath hitches as he waits for you to speak; when you finally do, he thinks he might have be going insane.

"whatever you say, baby," you purr, and holy fuck, kuroo is so ready to get down on his knees for you or bark like a dog or do whatever the fuck you want right now. he is pathetically down bad for you — it's embarrassing, and like you can read his mind, you just have to go and make it worse.

you twirl his tie around your fingers, careful and calculated, and for a split second, he imagines being pulled up by it, letting you kiss him in this empty classroom, just like that. and oh, apparently you're satisfied with how much you've messed him up right now, because suddenly you're back at your desk, and he's watching you fix your skirt with a beet red face and even redder ears.

today, for whatever reason, you're taking longer than usual to pack up when class ends, so he takes the opportunity to extricate himself from this terrible, terrible situation that he's created for himself. but when he's finally halfway out the door, someone calls his name.

"kuroo," you call after him, sickeningly sweet voice pulling him back to you. "baby, don't say you're leaving without me!"

his knees give way.

"you haven't forgotten my offer, though, right?" what a perfect gentleman, walking you home like this. he's even limiting his strides so you can keep up with ease.

"what offer, baby?" you hum distractedly, eyes glued to your phone. manicured fingers fly across it as you text someone, and you only look up when he chokes unceremoniously.

"you okay—"

"yes! i'm fine!" he yelps before you can say another word — or rather, one very specific word — and looks away to hide his reddening face. "as i was saying—"

"yes, b—"

"stop talking! i mean, let me speak!"

you frown, surprised at the way he won't let you get in a word edgewise. "okay, weirdo. go on?"

"the manager position is still open," he huffs. he's still embarrassingly red; his heart has not yet calmed down. “if you want.”

"mm, i don't know, baby, i'll have to think about it."

he will die. or he will run into oncoming traffic and die. this is so unfair, it's torture—

"thanks for walking me back, baby, i'll see ya."

he trips and falls on his face. "fuck— i mean, see you later!"

"you seem awfully happy today," kenma observes. "did something happen?"

"what? no, why?" he splutters. splotches of red begin to appear on his face, and kenma smirks.

"sure."

"say, kenma."

"what?" he sounds annoyed even though he's the one who started this conversation.

"how do you deal with y/n's nicknames?"

"what d'you mean? they're okay."

silence. kuroo rolls this new piece of information over in his mind. "so... you don't feel like exploding or dying every time she calls you, like, baby or something?"

kenma looks confused. "no? i think that's called a crush, kuro. also you know she said she thinks that's too romantic for her friends, so no, 'cause she doesn't even call any of us that— are you okay?"

"kenma."

"what?"

"shut up."

kuroo is pretty. it's not an unknown fact, and you, having known him for several years at this point, are no stranger to it either. with sly honey-brown eyes and bedhead that he manages to make look good in a way that you just cannot fathom, he is — in short — just your type. this is also where you shamefully admit that yes, even his derisive remarks and general air of disdain when it comes to his opponents is very attractive indeed. not to mention his biceps— actually, let's not go there.

but biceps or not, he has been driving you insane as of late. and now, it's apparent that you're finally getting to return the favour. you're not stupid; you've been noticing his reactions to the nickname from the start. and it's almost satisfying to be able to toy with him the way he's — unintentionally — been doing with you. maybe he'll even catch the hints you've been dropping if he's lucky.

meanwhile, it's taken kuroo exactly one hour and twenty-three minutes to desensitize himself to (the thought) of your voice. anyways, it's not like he'll see you any time soon, so it's okay. first there's volleyball practice, then he'll go straight to bed.

kuroo hates himself — it's like everything he does comes back to bite him in the ass. or rather, in the lungs this time, question mark. because as he struggles to breathe properly, you're waving at him from across the gymnasium in a very oversized NEKOMA jacket.

"i thought about it it!" you yell. "i'll be temporarily managing the team!"

maybe he should quit.

author's note :: whenever i'm describing kuroo i swear i start typing w one hand😭😭 reader's pov was NAWT necessary to the story i just wanted to salivate over him ok.

also this is going to be a series so like :) that's why there's nothing major here really

#kuroo tetsurou #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #haikyuu kuroo #kuroo testuro #kuroo tetsuro fluff #kuroo tetsuro x you #kuroo tetsurō #tetsurou kuroo x reader #kuroo x y/n #kuroo x you #haikyuu #haikyu fluff #haikyu x reader #hq x reader #hq #angelfries writing #yes the soundtrack is clown music LOL #not actual clown music but... yk.

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mayasaurusss · 5 months

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haii I can request modern lottie headcanos ?

Shy: modern jock Lottie

Warnings: Jock (but also nerdy?) Lottie, Lottie is a loser-virgin, use of every single cliche in the book, for the sake of the story let's pretend they have this instant chemistry moment, fluff fic, humorous writing, not proof read, the author regrets begin born.

A/N: hey anon, remeber when I said I had an idea and wanted to make this a oneshot instead of a headcanon? Well, I completley forgot my idea and this brewed in my head last minute, so I tried to put this thing thogeter. This story isn't very good but I hope you will like it!

Lottie is one of the most popular girls in school. She is on the soccer team, she is rich and she is beautiful, men and women alike fall to their feets for her attention. She simply has to get to the top of everything, whether it is school or soccer, making the ones around her jealous of her or to be her. Lottie is tough, both in body and spirit: during practice she manages to get going for hours, even when her teammates are tired. During exams, she remembers almost everything she studied and only a few times she has failed, due to laziness and too much faith in her abilities. She has told herself to never slack off ever again and so she continues practicing after school in her backyard, no matter if it's freezing or raining or just a bad day, she pushes her body to the limit almost every day. She studies hours on hours on hours, just after her endless practice, till midnight; sometimes she consumes her dinner while studying for her next exam. Lottie has virtually no time for herself anymore, but she knows it's her fault. She knows that she does this to appease her father's wishes for her life and that she will never make him proud. She tells herself that she's ok, that she can continue doing this without repercussions.

She is on fire today, she has just passed one of the most difficult tests of the year without breaking a sweat attracting to herself the envy of various people -and Natalie's-, had successfully exposed a presentation in class -"How cults can change people psyche", by Lottie Matthews-, and now is practicing, having just scored a goal after being chased by Taissa and making her repeatedly taking her to the ground. Lottie is triumphant, sweat coating her skin and a smile gracing her lips, the same smile that made people develop crushes for her. "Ok team, I want you to try and score a goal, Lottie, Taissa and Van, you guys try to stop them, ok?" Coach Ben says.

Lottie moves to her place near Taissa, ignoring the looks the girl gives her, Van behind the, waiting for the ball. When the coach blows the whistle, the teams move: Shauna passes the ball to Mari, in a fake attempted attack from right, trying to get past Taissa, the ball is passed to Laura Lee who has already run across the field enough to not be worried about Taissa. The only obstacles left between her and the goal are Lottie and Van. The latter won't be a problem, when Laura will kick the ball from the underside angle, sending it to the far corner of the net; the real problem is Lottie. The girl is tall and strong enough to turn the situation to her favor and virtually leave Laura's and the rest of the team empty handed. And, to top it all off, she's on fire today. So, Laura Lee devises a plan: as soon as Lottie will corner her, she will fall back and kick the ball as high as she can, attempting to send it through the net. Lottie will not budge, she thinks, -"She is too smart to fall for this..."- but she will at least attempt to try.

Lottie has stayed still until now, determined to be the one to stop her teammates. Her muscles tighten, ready to strike, until her attention is on someone else, someone on the seats.

There are quite a few people here besides you and your friends. They had invited you to watch the Yellowjackets practice, more in particular to watch the Yellowjackets practice. You have sat in the nearest line to the field, wanting to crawl out of your seat whenever one of your friends made a loud remark about one of the girls. "Like, oh my God look at Natalie '' Hayley sighs dreamily, "I want to make sexy pottery with her '' Jessica scoffs at her "Say what you want about Natalie. Have you looked at coach Ben? He is so hot!" she says while twirling a strand of her hair. "I think he's gay Jessica..." she gasps "How would you know? The other day I saw him handing to Travis a bunch of condoms, he must like girls!", "That's not how it works Jessica..." you argue with her "Shut up," she scoffs at you. You turn your head away from her to avoid her anger, looking towards the field as you see number seven -Lottie, that must be her name- moving in position to defend the net. "...and how would you know? Your life is so boring, you never even had a relationship yet!"eyes scanning her face up and down, you look at Jessica ``I haven't but at least I don't drool for every human beginning in school" you remark at her, earning a glare that could kill.

"Shut up! Stupid asshole..." your eyes return to the soccer field, now focused back on the players: you see Lottie staring at you, her eyes never leaving yours even for a split second, you and your friends must've been loud for her attention to be on anything else other than practice. Neither you or her break eye contact, both in an almost hypnotic state, so, neither you or her notice Laura Lee screaming out for her teammate.

The second Lottie refocuses back on the game, the ball hits her face at full speed; Lottie stumbles back holding her nose, blood flowing freely from it, she loses her footing and falls on the ground. "Fuuuck!'' The team rushes to their friend, Laura Lee is profusely apologizing while trying to hold her best friend who isn't in the right mood to be manhandled. Coach Ben kneels next to Lottie and inspects her face: on the bridge of the nose, right where the ball has hit her, Lottie has a small red bump and her nose seems to be slightly pushed to the left side. "We need to take the infirmary..." he states and helps Lottie up, before Misty can get her hands on her classmate's face and cause more damage. She walks back with Ben with shame, and when she looks back to see you worried over her, she can't bring herself to look at you.

At the infirmary, she gets a pack of cold ice and after one hour, the nurse, a middle aged old woman who looks like she's done with life, walks over to her and takes away the ice pack. Her hands move and test around Lottie's nose, manhandling her -she looks like a small scared child-. "Take a deep breath with your mouth...", she's confused as hell but does so, feeling the nurse's hands move again on her nose, "...and don't panic". -What?- the nurse's fingers block her nose and push strongly to the right side, readjusting the bone. Lottie lets out a banshee-like scream "Fuck me!" and she hold her face, muffling her scream in her hands, "Don't move too much or you could crook it again". Her fingers move across the nose skin, it definitely hurts but now she can breathe again: the nose still has a small red bump at the middle of its length. "Yeah, that's not going away", the nurse says while arranging some things in a box, "What?".

Her father had wanted to sue both the nurse and Laura Lee's family as soon as he saw how his daughter's nose looked, but with some convincing, Lottie had managed to make his anger drop. Today, some time after the whole fiasco, Shauna has come to pick her up for school, usually she would use her father's limo but today she felt like beginning with a friend -and exploiting her a bit- than with the old decrepit driver her father hired. As soon as she enter Shauna's car, the other girl lets out a small pained hiss at Lottie's nose. "...Is it that noticeable...?", Shauna let's out a small hum and moves uncomfortably under Lottie's dark gaze. "I mean... I see it because I was there, but it's not tha-" Shauna is interrupted by Lottie's frustrated sigh and cries. "God! This is just what I needed..." she mutters into her hand, Shauna drops her hand on her friend's shoulder "Come on...It's not that bad, no one will notice". Lottie moves to look at Shauna, her eyes are tearful, "That's literally the first thing you noticed about me today". A gulp travels down Shauna's throat "Uhm..." the taller girl looks her dead in the eyes "This is the part where you, as a friend, would comfort me". The car engine starts, Shauna lets out a embarassed cough while she starts to move the car "...Let's go".

"Ouch..." Taissa says to her while munching her sandwich, the whole soccer team is in the cafeteria for lunch, Lottie had been the last one to join the team 'cause her classes ended later, of course that would involve her not-so-glorious entrance in the room, where everyone had looked at her weird or with pity. "Laura Lee hasn't come today...She's feeling pretty guilty for what she's done. I think this will stay inside her little fanatic brain for a while" Taissa laughs while exchanging a kiss with Van, "And she's right. If I were you, Lottie, I would have punched her in the face ages ago" Natalie barges in the conversation. "Changing topic, tonight there's a party. At Randy's' ' the blonde girl mutters while focused on rolling something that Lottie is pretty sure isn't a normal cig, "I don't know if I'll be there... I don't feel really good". Natalie lets out a scoff, momentarily messing up her rolling before continuing again, "Come on Lottie, It's only a party. Besides, your 'little incident' is not that visible ''. Taissa stares at Natalie with a look that says 'Really?' , "Geez, how about some fucking decency Natalie?" she spats out receiving a roll of eyes from the other girl "The point is, going to a party won't be that big of a deal". Everyone seems to turn to Lottie, waiting for her response, "...Ok".

Night has come, and with it, Lottie's uneasiness. The party had proved to be a lot more crowded than she imagined, it was packed with people who were beginning to drink by the time the Yellowjackets had come. Jackie had placed her hand on Lottie's shoulder, stroking it reassuringly "Don't worry Lottie, we won't go anywhere" and for a split second, Lottie had believed her and smiled reproaching the smile, before she had looked away -for one fucking second-, and all of her team had left to so their things: Taissa and Van had two red cups in their hands and were flirting to one angle of the room, Jackie had blindedly followed Jeff somewhere with Shauna trailing behind her and Natalie was gone to God knows where, probably doing drugs with those toxics of her friends. So, as she had been sure all this time, Lottie was alone. A sigh escaped her lips, her brows furrowing in annoyance and creating a small wrinkle between them, and worry showing in her eyes. She makes a bee line to the kitchen, finding it almost empty except for a drunk couple in one of the dark corners; on the table amidst all the discarded red cups and leftover foods, sits a clear glass bowl of red-blood punch with some ice and a slice of orange floating in. Lottie takes one of the clean cups and fills it to the brim with alcohol. She drinks her worries away feeling the liquid heat her from within, before she knows she has gulped down half of it. Her hands search for her cigarettes in her jeans pocket, finding only a few left: taking one she holds it between her lips but realizes she has forgotten her lighter at home, "As if this night couldn't be any worse...".

When you walk into the kitchen, you see the same girl who yesterday almost got half of her face blown off -Lottie, you remind yourself-.

She's dressed in high waisted dark gray jeans, a long sleeved black shirt and a pair of glasses which made her look far more nerdy than she might have intended. "Oh, hi!" she turns around so quickly that some of the liquid spills out of the cup and pours on her fingers, but she doesn't seem to care all that much, all her attention is on you. "H-Hi...!". Walking over to her, you smile "You are Lottie right? You got pretty hurt some time ago, huh?", gulping down dryly her eyes focused on your lips resting on the cup ridge "Uhhhh, uh, ehm, yes yeas, yeah that's me...". Eyes hazy and unfocused, she doesn't hear you calling out for her "...ttie. Lottie? Earth calls to Lottie, are you there?" she jolts up a second, straighten her spine and avoids to look you in the eye. "Uh, yeah I'm here, just a little distracted" her throat clears and she lets out a small laugh. You look at her, you notice the way she seems to be around you: gone is the confident jock from the soccer team, all that's left of her is a girl who's too shy to talk without stuttering every few seconds. "Say, would you like to get to know each other?" her throat clears before she nods her head slightly with a little smile. "So, what do you like to do, you know, besides soccer?" you lean on the table while sipping on the punch, "Well, I like partying, usually, and -you know- soccer is all my life. I play the guitar sometimes..." your gasp interrupts her, "You'll have to let me hear something one day!". Lottie tells you more about her life: she tells you about her father and mother, about how she's always alone in that big cold house of hers, about how she likes the soccer team a lot -except Jackie sometimes- and of her love for teen dramas, especially Dawson's Creek.

The alcohol starts to make your body heat, she looks so good under dimmed lights; you sip down the last drops of the alcohol and throw the empty cup on the table, slightly scaring Lottie. "Would you like to dance?" her eyes move to yours and shakes her head in approval "Of course!" you take her cup and set it on the table, placing your hand on hers and leading her to the living room.

The room is lit by red light, the music is so loud it makes her heart jump in her chest, but Lottie can barely hear it over the loud beating of her heart in her ears. You get close to her body and feel its heat, how her skin shivers when you touch her a little too long and how she can't even place her shaky hands on you. Everything is slow, heated, the red lights paint Lottie in a way you haven't seen before; you lock eyes with her and for a moment, you feel the need to kiss her, even if you have known her only for a few hours. You get closer to her, so much so that you can feel the raspiness of her breath when you eye her lips. It isn't surprising then when, in the euphoria you're both experiencing, you don't hear the heavy steps of someone getting closer to you.

You get yanked from Lottie's grip, someone spins you around until you've met with his face again. "What the fuck are you doing?!" he snaps at you, his brows are furrowed and he looks even more of a rabid dog than when you left him. "Hello Brandon..." he grips your arms tighter, bruising your skin underneath; his breath is on your face,reeking of alcohol. "Hello'? What the fuck are you doing with this bitch?!" he starts to tug you around, all the while continuing to spit in your face insults.

As soon as he lets go of you Lottie reaches out and manhandles you behind her; a stern look appears on her face. "Hey, what's your problem?" she looks him up and down, studying him "My problem is you, and people like you" he spats out. "Like me?" she can feel her blood pressure rising, his implication not missed by Lottie.

Brandon's friends are near him, some giggle but others are trying to hold him down from exploding further. "Yeah, people like you and this bitch over here" he gestures at you with a nod, he seems to get even more red than he was before, almost looking rabid, "What the fuck are you talking about?".

Brandon seems to have been pushed over the edge, a wild look in his eyes, he sweats and screams on Lottie's face "You fucking faggots! You gross shit! Scum like you shouldn't even exist!" people are gathering now near, the music seems to almost have gone silent, flashes and giggles surround you. Lottie grips your hand tight, so tight that it hurts, "Lottie..." she turns around, her other hand placed on your hip and starts to lead you out of the party.

"Let's go" her voice wavering: for a split second, she saw her father spilling insults at her after she had told what she really was. "Yeah you better go! We don't want disgusting shits like you around here" Brandon is held back by his friends when he attempts to chase after you.

Through her clouded mind, Lottie doesn't miss Brandon's next words "You aren't even that good at soccer, I bet your father is really proud of his shitty disgusting lizzie daughter". Lottie feels her knuckles crush bone beneath them, and regains her consciousness, realizing she had punched Brandon right on the nose, in the exact same way she was hit the day's priors. He falls on his ass in the middle of his friend group, spurting insults and imprecations at you and Lottie. Before you can look at him, you're tugged out of the party. You run with Lottie, both with the fear that he might get out of his friend's grapes and follow you; you run across the small patch of woods just outside of Randy's house.

The night is lit by countless stars in the sky, wind blows through the trees and inside of your heart an euphoric feeling blooms. When you end up at the other side of the trees, in a clearance, you start to laugh at your heart's content; your laugh is so contagious that it starts to affect Lottie too -who previously was looking at you like you were mad- making her let out chuckles of her own.

You hold on to her, much like you did when you were at the party, she hides her face into your neck while still giggling: you start to notice the position you're in, her breath hitches when she notices how close you are and -more importantly- where her face is. Dark eyes reflect the night sky, she looks at you with something akin to adoration for a second, before she composes herself and let go of you, clearing her throat. "So ummm... who was that guy?" you rethink about the events of the night and -trying not to think- about how good Lottie looks right now. "He was my ex-boyfriend. He has been going a bit crazy since I broke up with him. I told him I... liked girls and he has been bothering me ever since I left him" Lottie let's out a small 'oh' of approval, taking in all that you said. "So... you like girls" she hums in thought; you inadvertently let out a laugh "Of course! I thought it was pretty obvious from how I was looking at you". Her face becomes beet red -'Shit, I looked so stupid! Why did I asked that?!'-, she scratches the back of her head while averting your gaze. Her hand is held by yours, she follows your movement and when she turns around, she's met with your lips on hers. She can't move the lips back, too stunned by your action to reciprocate the kiss but just when you thought of pulling away -'maybe she doesn't like me'- you feel her hands cupping your cheeks and deepening the kiss. -'Whoa... sparks...'- she thinks while deepening the kiss even more, it feels like millions of little light sparks shine on you and her. She's so close you can barely breathe, the air itself feels intoxicating, this is just too good to be true. When you pull away, both of you are blushing and messy, she looks amazing under the moonlight: hair messy, glasses slightly sliding to the side, skin so red and eyes watery. "Wow... this feels very... romantic..." she sighs into your neck, holding your chest to hers "We should do this more often..." you kiss her again, giddy, holding onto her neck "We definitely should!".

Something moves in the bushes rapidly, making both of you jolt up in fear that your ex might've catched up, Lottie is already ready to throw another punch, just when from the darkness between the trees, the Yellowjackets appear, all of them. "G-God!" an echo of 'oooh's' rise up from the group, Van begins the lead of them "Oh so that's what you were doing Lottie! We feared you got into a fight!". Van gets closer to you two, throwing her arm around Lottie's shoulders "Are you gonna introduce your 'friend' to us?", the taller girl puffs out a breath in annoyance "Oh fuck off!".

#yellowjackets x reader #yellowjackets x you #yellowjackets fic #lottie mathews x reader #lottie matthews x reader #lottie matthews x you #fluff fic

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kordyceps · 6 months

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WIP Whenever!

I was tagged by the lovely @aurevell ! Thank you! 🥰

And. Well. I'm currently working on a smut chapter, so what I can share is limited LOL. But here's a little SFW snippet from the beginning I was able to pluck out. 🙏

Fuck, fuck, fuck! Stiles was totally going to screw everything up by being an inexperienced loser! Peter would take one look at him and all his blundering hopelessness and realize what a mistake this was. Or- or Stiles would do something totally stupid and unattractive and it'd turn Peter off completely! Shit, what if Peter got one look at him naked and realized, oh, never mind, Stiles wasn't actually his type after all?! Panic was getting the better of him. Stiles knew he was getting lost in his own head—that if he would just take a second to really stop and think, he'd immediately realize how ridiculous he was being here. But years of building up his ever-lingering virginity and comparing himself against the supermodel bodies of the supernatural made it impossible to jolt himself out of the spiral of what-ifs he had fallen into. And all the while, as Stiles was falling deeper and deeper into his irrational pit of despair, a voice in the back of his head was screaming at him to just do something! Peter was going to come in at any minute and he was still just standing there like a moron! Stiles tried to take a step towards the bed, but only managed an aborted, jerky movement. Fuck! Why was he such a mortifyingly incapable mess?! Suddenly, Peter was there. Stiles gasped when he felt a steadying warmth against his back and a nose gently begin to trail its way up the nape of his neck. An uninvited shiver tore through him as Peter's hot breath tickled along his skin and the light touch of fingers wandered up his sides. Stiles held himself very still, his body taut like a pinned string, as all the anxiety within him crested into that single moment. His mind still scrambled with the frantic question of what should he do?! "Relax, Stiles," Peter breathed. "Peter!" he gasped. Ever the contrarian, however (even when he really didn't intend to be!), he only tensed up further. "It’s okay," Peter soothed, sliding his hands around Stiles' waist and pulling him in closer. "There's no need to be so nervous, sweetheart. I'll take care of you, I promise."

Tbh I'm not really sure who all has or hasn't been tagged by this point in the week already?? So, hey, if you (yes, you!) have a WIP you want to share and haven't yet, take this as me official tagging you!! :D

#dissipates myself back into the void now #i'm not sure whether I'm more nervous or excited about this chapter lmao #steter #kor writes #teen wolf

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evilstalks · 16 days

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FULL NAME. michael audrey myers NICKNAME. the boogeyman, the shape, evil on two legs, the babysitter killer ALIASES. none PRONOUNS. he/him, though he does not mind it/they SIZE. 6'9 AGE. 21 generally speaking. he's 21 in 1978 ZODIAC. libra SPOKEN LANGUAGES. english

𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒 ―

HAIR. a very light brown, almost dirty blonde. curly and to the nape of his neck FACIAL HAIR. none EYES. baby blue, although after facing off laurie, his left eye is a pale, scarred over white SKIN TONE. extremely pale BODY TYPE. tall and with a lot of lean muscle. he has very strong arms and his body is hard overall but he doesn't have a 6-pack, he's just very fit and very long VOICE. depends on which fc I'm using. if it's hayden then hayden is the vc and if it's asa then asa is the vc. DOMINANT HAND. right, though when it comes to using his knife, he can skillfully use both POSTURE. straight as a fucking ruler. michael does not slouch. his head is always held high or at a neutral stance and his spine is always straight. it's the stance of someone with confidence and also someone extremely stiff lol SCARS. the most noticeable one is the one over his left eye which has caused blindness in that eye. he has several small scars on his hands and fingers and multiple bullet wounds all over his torso and one on his right thigh, too. BIRTHMARKS. none besides a lil beauty mark on the left side of his chin MOST NOTABLE FEATURES. ummm his mask? lol but without his mask, he has a very intimidating and unsettling presence but he is also extremely beautiful. and SUPER TALL.

𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃 ―

PLACE OF BIRTH. haddonfield, illinois HOMETOWN. haddonfield SIBLINGS. judith Myers (deceased) and laurie strode PARENTS. deborah Myers (deceased), unknown father, though he had a stepfather named steve

𝐀𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 ―

OCCUPATION. none, loser is unemployed CURRENT RESIDENCE. generally speaking, haddonfield FINANCIAL STATUS. he grew up lower middle class and well, he has never had a job or any source of income since he has been state property all his life, so his financial status is nonexistent pretty much. he's homeless and poor essentially lol DRIVER'S LICENSE. does not have one but he does know how to drive CRIMINAL RECORD. officially, one charge of first-degree murder against judith Myers VICES. none

𝐒𝐄𝐗 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 ―

SEXUAL ORIENTATION. mostly aromantic/asexual, but he will experience attraction towards both men and female when the Right One comes along PREFERRED EMOTIONAL ROLE. he wants to be dominant but he honestly falls more into a submissive role in relationships PREFERRED SEXUAL ROLE. dominant for the most part TURN OFFS. he's a virgin so he doesn't really know, but uh, good people turn him off for sure lol. TURN ON'S. all the horrible shit you can think of for the most part (excluding certain body fluids). murdering, stalking, knifeplay, bloodplay, gore-- yeah...... LOVE LANGUAGE. quality time and gift giving. and yes "quality time" for him might just be standing near his partner in silence, watching them RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES. UMMMMM well, Michael is... very unwell mentally. truly sick in the head and not normal in any sense of the word. he is extremely possessive. he gets jealous a lot too and if he gets jealous he will murder the person making him feel that way. he's also just a pretty terrible partner to have bc he doesn't speak, and even though he does use ASL in some verses a bit, it's limited and he does not really communicate how he feels or what he thinks, so being with him is a guessing game. he is also irritable and especially in dbd verse he will not hesitate to maim his partner if they get on his bad side. but he is also extremely loyal and will not betray them or let anybody hurt them, and he will find things important to them and gift it to them.

𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐒 ―

CHARACTER'S THEME TUNE. stabbing in the dark by ice nine kills and Michael by rob zombie <3 HOBBIES TO PASS THE TIME. stalking, dissociating. murder. LEFT OR RIGHT BRAINED. right? SELF-CONFIDENCE LEVEL. it's a strange thing because while he is confident in himself, he has never thought about his confidence. but he does not have any insecurities and knows he is a Force to reckon with. when it comes to his appearance he has no opinion at all about what he looks like. he has no idea how beautiful he is RIPPPPPP

#im too lazy to edit this #HEADCANONS.#i stole from vicious heh

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pumpkinstrawbrew · 1 month

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OK, what about the Arkhamverse NSFW headcanons? In a previous NSFW post, you mentioned that there is a difference. What is it? (Well, except that Arkham Knight Scarecrow is hardly as mobile as his comic version).

P.S. I really appreciate your headcanons, you the only one person who loves comic version of this ship! Others talks only about Batman Begins batcrow.

[looks away from arkhamverse based art, i’ve started drawing 4 days ago] now, that’s an interesting coincidence. everything had aligned for arkhamverse scarebat!

arkhamverse is genuinely such a volatile place for them. on one hand, you have jonathan who is mostly just being a gremlin, an' then, you have the most pissed off, destructive jonathan crane who was ever created. you have bruce, who keeps it together. an' bruce who is on verge of mental exhaustion an' have 1000 years old guy stare.

but ah, i feel like depending on the exact timeline, things would go differently in each ‘version’. so in a way, there is difference not only between them an' other adaptations, but a difference within the arkhamverse itself. i suppose, i’ll begin with the least loaded one. the arkham asylum era. the place, where sex still can be mostly fun an’ way less ridden with extra baggage *just your typical, classic scarebat one*

if we look at aa!crane, he resembles comicverse one a lot in behaviour, but only in certain ways. he's the same ole classic jon on paper, less so in actions. for one, he's the least self-conscious out of all the cranes, despite this trait being pretty much inseparable from majority of them an' deeply conected with their origins / narrative on main *even within the arkhamverse timeline* yet, here he is. he’s not really caring to be half-naked in front of the bat. just look at him an' his nipples being out in the open. he has no shame at all lol.

the sheer fact, that batman can see all of it, an' in huge format too is smth else. jon has no real reason ot bend that far btw thinking about bruce being perplexed by this unsual sight, but not being able to ‘break the character’ an’ actually ask about it' is kinda funny. esp when he finds out that there is no underwear beyond jon’s pants as well!

i imagine that due to whatever psychotic episode that made jon be half-naked in the first place, he’s also only bothered to put on pants. his underwear is somewhere unknown. i don’t imagine that he did it for some sexy or coherent reason, it's just smth that happened. i also think this jon’s pants have no zipper. while, it’s mostly connected to design an’ such, i tend to picture most versions of cranes liking the pants that you can just untie an’ tug down vs needing to zip or clip them with a button. doesn’t mean, that they all wear them. but i feel like arkham asylum an’ BTAS ones do, when they are inside their costumes. so essentially, bruce will have zero problems with getting pants off this specific version of him. the bat can literally yank on them, an’ they’d be hanging on jon's thighs.

in comparison, aa!batman is fully dressed. the visual of jonathan with his limited, easily removable clothes pawing at the bat, who is fully covered is…nice. usually, they touch costume to costume, glove to glove, but here, even sensually wise, that’s a new territory. esp if bruce wears armor *depending on skin of the suit* an' it is cold / warm to touch an’ jon will feel it with naked skin. for a hypersensitive loser virgin like crane, it’ll be mindblowing an’ also taunting an’ teasing.

funny enough, i feel like that version of jonathan *out of all of them* is the most receptive one to any sorts of suggestive signals. he’s less cautious an’ more curious about touching or being touched in any different fashion, than he’s used to. bruce brushing his side with his hand with seemingly not very formed, but not violent intent, will cause him to pause, but feel more interested in this oddity, rather than being instantly paranoid about it. in a way, it might be blamed on maniacal episode that he goes through, but it’s also just how he feels to me. as someone who might stand lustful touch without freaking out by proxy. wherever crane would have an upper hand or not, he can try to work with the situation in a less incoherently intense way, if compared to BTAS an’ comicverse ones. who tend to react to things they don’t understand very poorly or throw a fit, bc they have no idea what else to do. i imagine, aa!jon to be the most likely crane to get bolder faster than the rest an’ wanna get to touch bruce too, not just be touched. i guess, unlike his other counterparts, he’s not super shy about being bat-horny. he's more of desperate virgin vs them, who are a prudish one lol.

meanwhile, aa!bruce seems like he’d be less paranoid about all those things as well, if his interactions with catwoman are anything to go by. he might get carried away more easily, an’ be less closed off, when it comes to touching / showing interest, which BTAS an’ comicverse bruces usually struggle with. at least, when it’s sincere an’ not just playboy attire. aa!bat seeing crane’s not very well-hidden interest won’t make him freeze in place, baffled at how he should respond. he would hesitate, naturally, but way less than BTAS or comicverse ones, who are just like their respective jonathans, might have a blue screen of death moment. aa!batman might improvise, when pull comes to shove with less restrictions. in the moment fucking can pretty much happen there.

admittingly, aa!scarebat doesn’t have a lot of extra emotional / narrative ‘meat’ behind it. at least, not within the game itself, but if we combo what we have with some comics references, smth can really be cocked in there. for me that segment was always accidentally sexy, without it even trying or aiming to be. i’m very alluded to situations where jonathan uses his gimmick as a way to trap the bat, an’ keep him away from everyone else. in those moments, jonathan treats bruce like he’s fully his to observe an’ dissect. an' he never hides how much it pleases him. but jon trapping the bat with him, is also trapping himself with the bat too. the power tides can be shifted fairly easily. esp if jon is less hostile about them shifting, if it means he can get smth out of it.

also funny lil fact, while i always remembered that part of the game as cool an’ oddly suggestive. i also remember mistakenly thinking that when batman broke out from ft's stupor an’ reached out for jon, that he grabbed him by his nipple an' not his collar-piece lol. i was sitting there like ‘uh um', before squinting an’ realizing, that it was just my wishful thinking. but honesty, considering how petty batman can be toward scarecrow, this wouldn’t have been even out of character. esp bc it’s so baffling an’ humiliating for crane, who wanna be a big scary monster, but keens from the slightest of touches like a lil bitch. light nipple torture be like…the breaking point for him. i mean, everything in that set up was just asking for some kind of pwp situation, really. even with how huge jonathan could technically do things to ken sized bruce, while in reality, it would have been comically grounded. a bizarre kinky power play, if you may. the joker an' co being able to hear / see it through monitors be like 'lol okay. not the kind of show we wanted, but that'll do too'.

for me arkham asylum setting was more visuals before narrative in a way. vs where in other scarebat versions, it's like narrative first, sex comes a bit later. so imagine my surpise back then, when after this whole oddly porny mindfuck *fighting skeletons was an allegory for fighting a boner, come on* the arkham knight instalation provides way more emotional / narrative weight to bat an' 'crow's interactions. things are pretty wild there from the very start, even if they still more sexually charged, than they had any right to be as well.

‘what do you see, batman’ the scarecrow asked, an’ well, bruce was seeing your hypnotic hip swag, jon. that what he was seeing. jonathan comes back in style an’ fully covered, *prob with underwear on this time too* save for his hands. an’ he might not have a face any longer, but he got them, long legs. croc had chewed on one of them, but judging by his fashioned walk, it’s not that problematic for him. jon can even get on his knees, which is good. removing his pants still be hard, but at least, he can sorta move around. in fact, i'd say he moves very fluidly most of the time, which if we compare it to aa!crane wasn't his typical body language. but then again, if jon have chronics pains, which i assume he does, it prob makes sense why he would move with more calculation, rather than commiting to his more usual jerky gesture / faster strides.

that's aside, out of all the other versions of scarebat, this prob the one, where sex can act as an attempt to communicate things or let certain emotions manifest in this fashion. jonathan’s entire motivation in that game is literally his heavy-handed emotions for the bat an' his incapability to cope with his hope being smeared. the knight didn't save him. everything is meaningless now. he went into full blown doomer mode. him being fueled by this prospect in different ways can get very taxing. as the wanting an’ longing never stops an’ it’s such a salt onto his wounds, i'd imagine. an' he was never good at handling things, that actually hurt him. it even worse, than now his body constantly reminds him of said cruel betrayal too.

so regardless of any sort of deep buried sentiment, ak!jon is capable of things, most cranes usually wouldn’t consider doing. but like, if he’s about to destroy the bat anyway, why not take it in a different direction as well? all while, batman has a devil on his shoulder, who might suggest similar thing. bc if you don’t wanna kill, you can let this rage out in a different fashion too.

they are very explosive mix tbh. the fact that whole of gotham suffers just bc jon has hurt fee-fees *along with other things* is so cartoonishly intense. it's like oh no, not jon's fee-fees. he's so terrible with handling those. why would you do this to him, bruce lol. at least, this what it's for me. i think, other folks often paint ak!jonathan way cooler, than he really is. he's literally goes into that plan, bc he's viciously upset about the guy, who he unknowingly relayed on, to not act in time. not bc he suddenly decided to take down batman just bc idk, he's super evil an' found his groove or whatever. jonathan IS a very scary person. he truly is. but not for the reasons people seem to like him to be. in fanon, he can be whatever really. but in canon, he's the same sensitive, delusional maniac, he always was.

[clears throat loudly] anyways, while there isn't any most indigenous ways for any version of scarebat to bang / develop relationships, since a lot of things can heavily depends on separate factors, i do think that not use the pure agression in arkham knight would be a waste. it's so rare, when you can have bruce, who isn't fully corrupted per say, but who actually struggles to keep his darker urges under control, bc things get too much, too bad, too fast. an' there isn't many forms of outlets, close to none even, that he can use without actually accidently murdering someone. an' you have crane, who is the most angry he can ever be with the bat. who wants nothing more, than to hurt him in ways, that cannot be reversed. there is just no room to actually talk about things. not that either of them would use it on a good day, but it's like mission impossible in here. the sheer detail of how much more hands on bruce is toward crane during this game is also smth to note. bc in most other adaptations, while he does touch him, when they fight. he isn't throw him around for no reason. ak!bruce does literally that the second they come face to face lol. an' jon wasn't even resisting for that matter. so if bruce handled him like that without provocation, how much more poorely if could have went, if jon actually done smth to earn it.

an' considering how even normal sex would have been somewhat uncomfy / painful for ak!jon due to his injuries / scars, one can only imagine what extra meaning or sensation, it might hold, when there is purposeful roughness to it or the opposite gentleness. esp bc beneath all that anger an’ contempt, jonathan would be appalled an’ humiliated to find out how much he is still earning for it. even after everything, he can’t really change this about himself. a dog desperate for a bone. an' the bat is somewhat desperate too, even if he mostly wants for the dead clown to finally stfu.

the dom / sub undertones are often presented in scarebat's dynamic throughout their shared history, even if in smaller doses. in arkham knight it was like, all over the place. you have constant beating, chocking, barking commands an' so on. i feel like if in other scarebat adaptations it'll be more like 'the only lube they have is spit', in here, it's more 'the only lube crane gonna get is spit' lol. at least, in some variations of events.

i think all cranes would find the prospect of bruce wetting his fingers with his own saliva an’ shoving it inside them thrilling, but it also might have a different context an’ slightly different effect too. there is pain that is rewarding an’ there is pain, that just kinda well, pain if this makes sense. i also think that if you wanna see bruce who gets turned on by crane’s pain, no matter how grossed out he is by his own reaction, it’s this one too. all those latent bad bad thoughts waking up, but only directed at the one person.

they can have more balanced out interaction too. there isn’t limit to how it will go, esp bc i feel like that no matter in what state bruce is in, he would still be somewhat considered of crane. the scene where the jokered up bat went to choke jon an’ his reaction to it, kinda implied that the pressure an’ the grip itself was different. prob stronger an’ more deadly. since angry or not, bruce will still hold back, after all. jon couldn't say the same about himself even on a good day. but now, it's endless bad day for him, so gloves are off. or well, the needle glove are on in his case lol. the bat should kneel under the power of his gay incel rage.

when i ponder on them an' their situation, it's honestly feels like they need to get all that complicated, agro stuff out first, an' then get to actually thinking about all of it an' what they feel. in canon, they never done it. they destroyed one another instead, which made for a good, tragic story, but at the same time....what if it went differently? what if bruce found a way to console jon's rage, an' what if jon found a way to keep the knight's demons away? they are in the end, the only people who can prob do it for one another. akrhamverse is doom & gloom on main, but at least, let their pants be down lol.

an' welp, there isn’t a lot of space left to talk about the post-game situation, *i even had to cut out a lot of stuff from this one,* but there is hope for them in there too. i love the idea of bruce trying to fix things at best of his ability, an' refinding what made him a hero in the first place. since crane did got it right. batman isn't just a guy, who goes out an' beats up evil dudes, he's the symbole of hope. they both had such a sad outlook on it during ak. it worth imagining what could have been, if it still could have been not actually mend back together, but bettered somehow.

*an' i’m glad that you can gather smth from my hcs or more like, rants. talking about scarebat is a lot of fun. comicverse, BTAS, arkhamverse. so much to pick from an' to think about. luckily for me, each versions still holds essence that i love about scarebat, even if their personalities differ in some aspects. which isn't smth that i can say about nolanverse. my mind just blanks out, when it comes to that version. don't really have anything to say about them.*

#❓#batcrow #arkhamverse #long post #like very long one #i'm the guy who never shut ups about thing they love #sorry it took me forever again

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thequeenofsarcaasm · 10 months

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Do you mind if I ask your top 10 favorite characters (can be male or female) from all of the media that you loved (can be anime/manga, books, movies or tv series)? And why do you love them? Sorry if you've answered this question before.

Whew. This one is going to be DIFFICULT

I’ll try to only name 10 (in no particular order)

If you asked me the same question tomorrow, my answer would be completely different.

C’est parti!

1- Edward Elric: FMAB single-handedly changed my life. I was 14 when I watched it for the first time and I was going through a very dark phase. To see how that boy went from self-hate and despair to someone strong enough to accept and embrace his limitations as a human being was exactly the type of media I needed. I needed to be humbled and FMAB did that for me.

2-Miria from Claymore: She might have been my bisexual awakening tbh (or maybe Olivier Mira Armstrong. I made my friends call me “General” at one point. Also, I covered my eye with my braids lol). Miria is the perfect blend of charisma, authority and kindness. She’s what I want to be.

3-Katniss Everdeen. The Hunger Games changed my life and gave me a better understanding of politics. Something that even my dad (a politician) couldn’t do. I love Katniss because she’s so human. She’s a mess, she’s a trailblazer but she’s just a girl. Her character is brilliant because she’s just a girl. Many authors tried to copy that but failed miserably cause they wouldn’t let their protagonist be just a girl.

4- Killua my son. I have so many things to say about that child but I’ll keep it short. I am moved by the amount of love he has in that little assassin heart but I was ever more moved by his ability to step away from his relationship with Gon and find himself. He inspired me to do the same.

5- Gon cause they’re a unit. Gon is extremely complex. So complex that most dudes don’t understand him. I love complex.

6-Akemi Homura cause she never did anything wrong in her entire life and she’s perfect.

7-Aisha from Winx Club. She’s Black, she’s a princess, she battled to save her people from Valtor’s destructive hands, she fought against her own anxieties and timidity to become a better version of herself, she’s a great dancer, she’s incredible in everything she does, she’s one the most interesting characters of the series thanks to her character development, her ideals, her strengths and vulnerabilities.

8-Geto cause he’s an idiot, a fucking loser, a monk, a fraud, a virgin, a whore, a single dad, a certified dickhead and everything to me. Also Gojo.

9-Makise Kurisu. She’s a girl, she’s a genius, she’s a pervert, she’s in love with a mad scientist (I loooooove the entire Steins gate cast)

10-Suzaku Kururugi. Many people hate him for siding with the colonisers and betraying his bf but to me he’s the most interesting character in the anime. He’s so full of regrets about killing his father that he tries to convince himself that peace really is the answer. It’s giving sunk cost mentality ft reaction formation. Freud would have a field day with him lol

Honorable mentions: Hinata Shouyo,Thorfinn, Ash Lynx, Peeta, Lelouch, Atsushi Nakajima, Satsuki Kiryuin, Simon from GL, Elektra from pose, Will from Hannibal and many others

#asks

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faeriemarie · 2 years

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a guide to SOME my drs

contains: harry potter (golden era), marauders, stranger things, dash & lily, x-men, a few fame drs, and a 1900’s historical dr

harry potter

ravenclaw who is best friends with cho

like literally inseparable

we are the hogwarts “it” girls and everyone is obsessed with us

they want to dress like us and talk like us and be as stunningly beautiful and intelligent

so many people have a crush on me

including but not limited to: hermione, ginny, harry, ron, roger davies, neville, luna, and george weasley

marauders

i’m going into my 5th year as a ravenclaw at hogwarts

was never friends with the marauders (save for sirius)

always really good friends since 1st year

and we became practically like siblings

when he ran away, he runs to my house

and my parents welcome him with open arms

give him his own room and make him do chores

it’s like we’ve been siblings forever

then he introduces me to his friends

and remus and james both have crushes on me

and think i’m sirius’ real sister

love triangle ensues

stranger things #1

og female member of the party since 2nd grade

and will is basically my brother

i’ve known him longer than mike has

not so secret crush on thee mike wheeler

i play as a monk in d&d (although i’m not sure that role even existed in the 80’s)

eleven never crushes on mike and only has a friendship with him

when she meets me, she idolizes me and wants to BE me because i’m so cool

i become friends with max first

and stalk for the guys

devising plans with will on how to force lucas and max together

basically just tween fun time (with monsters ofc)

stranger things #2

teenager era starting in season 2

im a loser and friends with jonathan byers

im a major theatre kid and we became friends when he took pictures for our school musical

and ofc im friends with robin because she’s in pit

accidentally get involved with demodogs things when dustin recruits me to go with him and steve

i get to bond with steve and our romance starts

but nothing actually HAPPENS until season 3 over the summer

after he’s gotten over nancy and robin can force us together

stranger things #3

popular!marie x loser!mike

cheerleader who’s new to hawkins

i befriend lucas and he invites me to hellfire club

of course i join!!

i used to play d&d all the time with my cousins in new york

when i walk in, everyone is suspicious of me

but mike is so whipped

eddie doesn’t believe i even know how to play

but i bring out my character sheet and im literally at a higher level than him

… he is mildly impressed

so i’m allowed to join

and i bond with the guys

and mike walks me home every day (even though he’s still dating el)

will i come between them and break them up?

i am the drama fr

dash & lily

i’m lily but i have a different name, face, etc.

mostly the same personality tho

it follows the basic plot

i put the notebook between franny and zooey

we exchange dares

dash gets back together with sofia

my bully is an oc instead of annoying ugly-ass edgar

we meet

i get drunk

we get together

yadayadayada you get it

x-men (prequel series)

i attend xavier’s school where my bestie is jubilee

i have chlorokenesis but i can control my powers the best of anyone

half dating peter maximoff but not really

he flirts with me all the time and i pretend like i hate it

everyone ships us tho

especially kurt and jean

2000’s actress

my resume includes…

cecilia in the virgin suicides

bianca stratford

lana in the princess diaries

louise in gilmore girls

elizabeth in pride & prejudice

rose in doctor who

emily in the devil wears prada

sophie in mamma mia

giselle in enchanted

summer in 500 days of summer

and more

early 2010’s fame dr

famous for a few cult classics like

sam in the perks of being a wallflower

or nicki in the bling ring

but i was also clara in doctor who

and i dated a couple notable celebrities

toby regbo… james mcavoy… thomas brodie-sangster

oh and i’m trending on 2012 tumblr

because i single-handedly revived indie sleaze

and had a flirtationship with alex turner

pretty much the whole am album is about me

dating finn wolfhard fame dr (heavily influenced by the posts of @wheelcr)

angsty and edgy poet and playwright

who graduated high school at 15 and has a bachelor’s degree in linguistics by 19

start dating in 2021

and fans are so obsessed with me

they even jumpstart my poetry career

and some high schools / colleges get the rights to my plays

so cool

ballerina for royal ballet

i started with them when i was very young

getting cast in the nutcracker as a party guest

and i work my way up

i debut with the professional company when i’m 15

with my debut ballet being romeo and juliet

i go on to star in mayerling, onegin, cinderella, anastasia, coppelia, sylvia, swan lake, sleeping beauty, don quixote, giselle, la bayadere, and sylphide all before i turn 25

plus i’m nursing a minor film career in the off season

just small movies like

phantom of the opera 2004 as christine

or atonement as cecilia tallis

i’m just an icon honestly

1910 small town america vibe

the vibe of our town and tuck everlasting

i’m just a small town girl and the brightest student ever seen

i get the highest grades and the town loves me

my parents are highly respected and educated citizens

plus 3 different guys are courting me, including:

a childhood friend who’s loved me for years

college boy studying to be a doctor

and a young reporter and assistant to my dad at our local paper

how ever will i choose?

#shiftblr #desired reality #manifesting #reality shifting #shifting #subliminals #reality shift #manifestation #shifting realities

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omg okay i’m all over the place baby but i was helping a customer tn and he was being nice (most of our customers are horrible people) and when he left he called me ‘dear’ and because my brain is broken i immediately thought that’s so eunseok, fuma, kun coded pls🤭🤭 idk i was blushing hehe i hate when men talk to me normally but i just thought i was kinda cute cuz it sounded sincere<3

but ummmmm loser incel mark.. like.. running a podcast for like sigma males lmfaooo but maybe he does it under the guise of it being a dialogue on being a man.. on feminism, if u know what i mean? like he’s like im just talking about it type of shit like oh he’s such a deep thinker🤕🤕 so he gets a lot of girls that way,,, and i imagine he runs this podcast directly with or with collaboration from jaehyun, jungwoo, haechan, jeno.. type of idols.. i can also imagine idols from other groups to but hear me out !!!!

so they probably wouldn’t advertise this.. but they’d probably make some type of bet on how many girls mark could bed using sigma male methods or smth stupid like that, basically just how many girls can he fuck in like a week or smth… and that’s kind of where i get lost.. but we’ve got some choices. a) innocent, virgin!reader who falls into his trap, b) reader who is known for being easy but she doesn’t fall for his stupid tactics… at least at first or.. a secret third thing idk yet i’m not being very creative

- 🥟 anon

Oh I know that feeling 😭🩷 I'm happy that at least you had nice customer today honey!!

Okay that podcast sounds like something funny tho, I honestly have no idea what sigma males are, but I can see them all with glasses trying to pretend they're intellectuals about real gender equity, disguising all their dumb thoughts with a nice voice that gets them a public just because they sound hot and are slightly eloquent (on podcasts) but everything they say it's pure bullshit 😭

I like your options but of course those two would have different results, a)reader would sadly be manipulated by incel!mark, he'd gaslight her so bad into thinking everything he does it's actually normal, or that she's exaggerating all the time, like why do you need to see my phone? She's just a team member, and you've met her so many times, how could you distrust your own sex? Making her think oh yeah maybe I'm exaggerating when SHE'S NOT. He'd push her limits a lot too, all the time with that pretty face, pushing back his glasses between kisses telling her to lift her skirt for him, and if she says she's not sure, he'd be like Don't you trust me? Me? The one who's always been there for you? The one who holds your hand when you feel sad, the one who helps you when you have problems and the one who gives you everything?

He's a total manipulator 😭, he'd never make her pay half the bill only because he wants her in exchange. Oh, and he probably would convince her that she's dumb too when she's having a hard time in school, and that if it wasn't for him, she would be nothing.

In case of b)reader I think he'd be so awkward all the time, trying to show off his knowledge in different topics but reader immediately recognizing what he's trying to do, the obvious mansplaining, his always condescending tone, even how he has a slight tic on the eye and his hands can't never stay still when he talks, how easily he loses his composure and he's simply so fucking pathetic that she can't help but find him funny, so she keeps acting dumb only to see what else is he doing next, a date in which he tells her that she should pay her part and not being able to follow even the shallowest topic she brings to not let the silence become as uncomfortable as him.

I have no idea how the third reader could be, but maybe she just met him on tinder hoping to have a great date and seeing everything go TO HELL while being with him in person, not wanting to go to his house but only accepting because she's too fucking horny and wants some dick, and the sex would be lame as fuck at first but then it'd become aggressive from both of them, she scratching him hard and he using a bit too much strength while choking her, it'd be hate sex to the max 😭

#🥟 anon

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canews24 · 12 years

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David Baines: Former Vancouver broker accused of making unauthorized trades for offshore client

Former Vancouver stockbroker Lawrence Bradley Chang has been accused of buying hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of shares in junior companies on behalf of an offshore client without that client’s consent.

In a notice of hearing, the Investment Industry Regulatory Organization of Canada alleges that in December 2005, a “sophisticated European client with a higher-than-average tolerance for risk” opened an account with Chang at Canaccord Genuity in Vancouver.

The client is not named in the notice of hearing, but it is clear from a lawsuit filed in B.C. Supreme Court that the client is Europhorics Group Ltd., a private company registered in the British Virgin Islands and run by Swiss businessman Guy Pas. IIROC alleges that the client initially used Chang as an order taker, but soon became interested in his stock ideas.

In November 2006, the client gave Chang discretion to purchase up to $100,000 in securities of his choosing, with a limit of $30,000 per security.

IIROC says Canaccord had not approved the account as a discretionary account, but Chang nevertheless started buying stock without getting the client’s prior approval.

One of the stocks he bought is identified only as “USSU,” but it is clear from the aforementioned lawsuit that it is USA Superior Energy Holdings Ltd., a U.S junior oil-and-gas exploration company that traded on the OTC Bulletin Board in the United States.

Like many bulletin board companies, USA Superior was the subject of a heavy Internet promotion. The stock climbed to over a dollar in heavy trading in early 2008, but is now essentially worthless.

IIROC says that Chang initially stayed within the investment parameters prescribed by the client, buying just $24,480 worth of USA Superior shares.

However, from December 2007 to March 2008, he made 23 additional purchases of the same stock at a total cost of $498,160 without the client’s authorization.

IIROC alleges that Chang sent periodic updates to the client indicating he had bought only 30,000 shares when, in fact, he had acquired about 1.2 million shares by March 2008.

As events unfolded, the trades were unprofitable. By the summer of 2008, the shares were trading for a fraction of their acquisition price.

Chang left Canaccord in March 2009. Three months later, Europhorics filed a lawsuit against Canaccord and Chang alleging that Chang had acquired about 1.2 million shares of USA Superior at an average cost of 86 cents without authorization. As mentioned, the stock is now essentially worthless. (The lawsuit was dismissed by consent in March this year.)

What I find interesting is Chang’s alarming affinity for junky stocks that trade on the U.S. over-the counter markets.

IIROC’s notice of hearing includes a schedule of all stocks he bought for his client on his own initiative, and they range from speculative to ridiculous. In the latter category are Arctic Oil & Gas, which claimed to have acquired subsurface oil rights to the entire Arctic Ocean, and Dussault Apparel Inc., a clothing retailer that never came close to making any money.

Even more interesting than why Chang would buy such obvious losers is why his “sophisticated European client” – which knew what shares Chang was buying if not how many – didn’t object to these purchases.

This not the first time Chang has shown an affinity for dodgy bulletin board issues. In 2003 and 2004, when he was working at Wolverton Securities, he and two other brokers facilitated the manipulation of a heavily hyped bulletin board pile-up called Aberdene Mines Ltd.

IIROC cited all three brokers and in December 2009 — after he had already left the industry — Chang settled the matter by admitting he had breached his duty to act a gatekeeper to the public market by failing to ensure that his clients were not making trades for improper purposes.

For these offences he was lightly punished with a $30,000 fine. I trust that, if he is nailed for a second time, IIROC will permanently revoke his licence. A hearing is pending.

Former Surrey stockbroker Samuel Scoten has been suspended for three years and fined $50,000 after admitting he sold shares of a private resort and casino project in Vietnam without his employer’s knowledge or consent.

In a settlement agreement with the Investment Industry Regulatory Organization of Canada, Scoten also admitted he told IIROC investigators that he hadn’t been compensated for selling shares of Asian Coast Development (Canada) Ltd., when in fact he had received more than 29,000 shares for his services.

The breaches occurred between 2007 and 2009 when Scoten was working at the Surrey branch of TD Waterhouse Canada Inc. He left the firm in April 2010 and has not been registered as a broker since then.

By way of background, Asian Coast is building a $4.2-billion hotel and casino project along a two-kilometre strip of beach on the South China Sea, about a 90-minute drive from Ho Chi Minh City. The company has several blue-chip partners and financiers, including MGM Grand, Pinnacle Entertainment and Harbinger Capital.

At the time of Scoten’s offences, the company’s chairman was Michael Aymong, a Vancouver businessman who has been involved in a string of controversial public companies.

Aymong resigned as chairman of Asian Coast in April 2010, the same month that Scoten left TD Waterhouse. There is no indication the two events are connected or that Aymong was in any way involved in the sale of the shares in question.

According to the settlement agreement, TD officials found emails in August 2009 indicating that Scoten was selling shares of Asian Coast to his clients.

Scoten initially told TD that 15 clients had bought 58,782 shares at $14 US each. However, IIROC investigators later discovered 11 more clients who had bought shares.

In total, he arranged for 26 clients to buy 76,413 shares at a total cost of $966,682 US (an average of $12.65 each).

The selling shareholders were Michael Steele and Live Palace Inc., controlled by Shlomo Arviv. (At the time, Steele was a vice-president of Asian Coast; Arviv does not appear to have had any direct connection to the company.)

Scoten told IIROC investigators that he hadn’t received any compensation for selling these shares. However, he was unable to produce any documentary evidence that he had paid for 28,200 shares that he claimed he had bought and transferred to his daughter’s name.

He admitted in the settlement agreement that he had not paid for any of these shares; rather he had received more than 28,000 from Arviv and 1,000 from Steele at no charge.

Scoten told TD officials that Asian Coast was planning an initial public offering in Hong Kong in 2010. However, more than two years have passed and there is no indication that an IPO is in the works.

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im-a-goddamn-cat · 1 year

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venting about my relationship to sex and romance again. not sfw warning

i hate that i'm not normal sexually/romantically, i feel like such a freak. i've never had sex or a romantic relationship and i don't know whether i want to or not. i'm twenty fucking three years old and i'm still so conflicted on whether i want it or not. it's so frustrating, i want to cry, it feels like everyone my age knows by now whether they want this stuff or not but i don't. and i can't tell what feelings/opinions of mine are actually mine and what is from society telling me what i should be doing.

i am just broken in general bc i don't feel like actively pursuing this stuff whether i want it or not bc i'm so fucking mentally ill that social interaction stresses be out and i fucking suck at it too. and my body works against me too, i think i might have vaginismus so i'm broken physically too. i don't even masturbate normally, i have to hump/frott a blanket to get off most of the time (i'd probably be ok with sex toys too), i can't do it with my hands.

also idek if i'm capable of attraction or keeping attraction to ppl irl. i experience attraction to fictional characters and some actors (usually the ones who play the characters i'm attracted to) but idk about ppl i'd meet irl, i don't think i have for years. man like if i dated someone romantically, idk if the feeling would last long. and idk if i'd enjoy sex or not, i almost feel like i'd be too anxious and/or not aroused enough or something.

it doesn't matter either way tho bc i'm so fucking ugly and my personality sucks and i can't socialize to the point where i don't even have friends irl no one would want me anyways. no one has ever been attracted to me romantically/sexually and they never will.

but idk if i want sex/a romantic relationship or not, i keep going back and forth and i'm so unsure. i stress out about deciding bc i feel like i'm on a time limit. i'm 23, i'm already considered "behind" on sex/dating, and i feel like if i take too long to decide and end up deciding that i do want this stuff that it'll be too late and no one will want to be with an older virgin/someone whose never had sex or a romantic relationship.

i don't know. i kinda lean more towards not wanting sex/a romantic relationship but i don't know. i'd really feel broken for feeling like that bc society says that everyone should want that stuff. but also sometimes i do kinda think about wanting it but i feel like such a loser for never having had sex or a romantic relationship already, like i'm behind. i'd be fucking embarassed trying to find someone bc i'm inexperienced.

but i don't know, i don't fucking know what i want. idk if i want to have sex/a romantic relationship or not and it's so frustrating. ik i have all the time in the world to figure it out but it doesn't feel like it. overall tho i just feel like such a freak for not experiencing romantic/sexual stuff the same as most ppl/society says i should

#meowing #negative #aspec tag #queer #lgbt #lgbtqia #lgbt+#lgbtqia+#aspec #arospec #acespec #not sfw

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unravellinginyourarms · 2 years

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Grieving The Gentle & Innocent Love I Thought I Had Lost

01.22.23 at 8:22pm

A few days ago, I listened to Maddie Dragsbaek’s podcast, Emotionally Online, it was the episode about being the “other woman”. One of the most powerful things that stood out to me was when she mentioned how she had been grieving the innocent and gentle love that I wanted so desperately when she was young. She feared that she may never experience such a thing as she aged. Honestly, in that moment, I felt like she could see me across the screen. I was taken aback by what she had said. It’s something that I knew about myself but had failed to put into words for a very long time. The truth is, there are days when I feel worried about the fact that I never really experienced love / intimate moments during my late teens and early 20s. When I think about the types of milestones I hope to have with a partner, I fear that I am too late for things like that. I am concerned that as I progress through my 20s, I will be moving further away from knowing romance, in its purest form. When you date as an adult, things just feel so fucking serious all of the time, and there is a part of me that loathes this. I know that’s just the reality, but what if I never know the feeling of cute dates, sneaking out at night to see each other, losing my virginity in a very sincere way with someone who actually likes me? I don’t know the thrill of watching my high school boyfriend asking me to go to prom in front of the whole school, I don’t know the comfort of having my bf walk me to my uni classes. I don’t know the joy of picking out an anniversary gift or holding hands with someone I love so deeply or feeling like I am the most beautiful person because someone like him loves me. Like Maddie, I have been grieving this perceived loss. But, just like Maddie, I am doing my best to remember that those things do not need to be sacrificed. I can still make those stunning memories, there shouldn't be an age limit on it. Sure, there will be subtle differences, but at the end of the day, I deserve love that gentle and innocent. Once that aims to nurture me and teach me more about myself. That is the love that I know I can provide some day, so I need to remain hopeful, maybe even certain, that my time will come eventually.

I will confess, it’s been so fucking hard being optimistic. Most days I lean towards detachment because the disappointment that comes from knowing that part of my life is inexperienced and empty, makes me feel really sad and insecure. Growing up, I wasn’t desired by guys that much. Maybe a couple of odd ones had slight feelings for me, but it wasn’t reciprocated. I have never really gotten the chance to know such mutual affection and attraction. I ached for it for sooooooo long. As I got older the tables turned quite quickly. More guys showed an interest in me but I was feeling spent. I was too tired to date, too bored. No one could get through to me. Men seemed very vapid, dull, perverse, or just plain ugly. I couldn’t find anyone that fit with me, and that actually made me feel worse. Because I know there are good men out there, but I just couldn’t understand why I was struggling to find them. Was I the problem? Were my standards too high? I don’t think so, maybe others would disagree. I did my best to be reasonable but I haven’t felt safe enough with any of these guys. In turn, my body and my psyche shut down, I truly wasn’t the same. Attraction decreased, libido plummeted and all I could do was focus on friends, work, and school. I’m grateful that I had the opportunity to enhance and cherish those areas of my life, but I still feel like a fucking loser for having close to zero relationship experience.

I feel too immature, too inexperienced, just like a fucking child. It makes it harder for me to initiate things, I’m constantly rattled by the idea of a many being sexually attracted to me. I still haven’t committed to picking a direction o this matter. All I have been doing is trying to remain positive whilst still focusing on other parts of my life/career. I have to believe that all is not lost, it can’t be. I’m only 23. If life was meant to end by this point then that would be shitty. However, I approximately have about another 60 years of life ahead of me. I think that’s plenty of time for things to change. Over those decades, I will continue to progress towards the life I was meant to live. No matter how slow the process may seem, it’s probably a good thing that I’m not getting everything I ever wanted all at once. Then, there’d be very little to look forward to, very little to work on. And that is the energy I need to foster and maintain with age.

– Isla

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erieren · 2 years

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𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 — 𝐈𝐕

pairing: goth!mikasa x loser!eren

content warnings: oral sex (f receiving), fingering, virginity loss, cumshot (lmk if i’m missing something)

word count: 6.5k

summary: it’s the night of senior prom, and things take an unexpected turn.

notes: let’s ignore the way it took me 8 months to finish this lol but the finale is finally here

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just a couple days ago, eren somehow convinced armin to ask annie to go to prom with him. mikasa took it a step further by convincing them to go to dinner with her and eren before prom started, kind of as a double date. it was honestly a miracle how armin managed to get ahold of annie. with it being the end of their last year of high school, senioritis was hitting everyone hard; annie was no exception. her truancy got worse as the days passed, and her teachers even stopped guessing if she was going to show up to class at all.

mikasa met eren at his house earlier because carla insisted on having a mini photoshoot before they left. although mikasa was eager to cooperate, eren desperately just wanted to leave and get the night over with. it took a while since mikasa suggested doing about a hundred different poses, and they were late to meet up with armin and annie. luckily, they had secured a booth for all of them since it was a pretty busy evening already.

dinner was as normal as it could be. mikasa was the one carrying the conversations, mostly because she was pretty much the only one looking forward to going to prom. what annoyed eren wasn’t her constant chatter though. it was the incessant crying of children throughout the restaurant and the loud clattering coming from the kitchen. he was already on edge from the amount of people, but this just made things worse.

mikasa notices that eren feels somewhat relieved when they finally leave, but his uneasiness returns once they arrive at the venue. bright lights strobe on the dance floor, and the blaring music could be heard from outside the building.

“hey,” mikasa whispers to eren as they get out of the car. “we’ll be alright. we don’t have to stay the whole time if you don’t want to.”

“no, it’s fine,” eren reassures her with a small smile. he extends his palm out to her, and she places her freshly manicured hand on it. there’s a line forming at the entrance of the building where a couple staff members check everyone in, so they patiently wait until they reach the front.

the venue itself is beautiful; it’s situated alongside a river, and the setting sun casts a vivid reflection in the moving water. a grand crystalline chandelier hanging from the ceiling above the foyer, with two sets of stairs leading to the second floor which is, undoubtedly, off limits for the event. the banquet hall has neatly arranged tables, as well as a table against the back wall that’s loaded with snacks and beverages. many people are already having the time of their lives on the dance floor.

“hey, um, annie and i are going to the photo booth,” armin says as they approach a table. “we’ll meet up with you guys again in a bit.”

eren and mikasa sit down and watch as more and more people enter the banquet hall. it seems like jean never found a date because he came strolling in with his two best friends, Connie and Sasha. Pretty much every table was full, and mikasa realized that when the trio started making their way over to her and eren.

“well if it isn’t eren,” jean said through a forced smile. “and my lovely mikasa. how are you, my dear?”

“i’m okay. thanks for asking,” she simply brushed him off, yet jean had literal hearts in his eyes. he took a seat next to mikasa, while eren stared him down. “it’s a full house tonight, you don’t mind if we sit with you, do you?”

eren was about to lash out and say something that he’d regret later on, so mikasa kicked his shin under the table. “yeah, don’t worry about it! just save those two spots for armin and annie.”

the two blondes returned shortly after, with cheesy grins plastered on their faces. they didn’t seem to mind jean and his friends being there.

“eren, let’s dance!” mikasa exclaimed over the music.

he leaned closer to her so that he wouldn’t have to yell. “i don’t know, i don’t really like to dance.”

“oh, come on! it’s prom , eren! you have to dance with me!” she pouts. there’s a look on jean’s face that reads if you won’t dance with her, then i will and eren is not willing to take any chances tonight. so he grabs the girl’s hand to help her stand, and he leads them to the dancefloor.

it’s basically a mosh pit with how close together everyone is; bodies clash as people jump around and move erratically. this is definitely not eren’s scene, but he’s eager to please his date tonight. bruno mars’s “treasure” starts playing, and mikasa excitedly laughs. she moves in time to the music, running her hands over her body while singing along.

“i know that you don’t know it, but you’re fine, so fine!” she points at eren in the midst of her dancing and even winks at him. he hears his heart hammer in his chest, going into overdrive at the simple gesture. as the chorus starts, she brings their hands together and starts haphazardly waving their arms around.

eren tries to keep up with her movements, but he’s just so unsure of himself. the way she moves so freely and without a care in the world is hypnotic, and he can’t help but just stare at her in awe.

“that was so much fun!” mikasa all but shrieks when the song finishes. “but now i’m thirsty. let’s get some punch!”

she leads him away from the mass of dancing people and to the table of refreshments. there’s an assortment of chips and candies along with a large bowl of fruit punch which was inconveniently unattended. but without a second thought, mikasa pours some into a cup before taking eren back to their table, where armin compliments her dancing.

“mikasa, wait!” eren warns right before she takes a sip. her eyes widen and brows furrow as she halts her motions. “give that to me.”

“you could’ve gotten yourself a cup. we were just there,” she says but hands him the cup nonetheless. she watches as eren sniffs the juice before peering into the cup and finally taking a sip.

“i had to make sure it wasn’t spiked or anything. which, by the way, it’s not.”

even though it was the bare minimum, mikasa finds his actions to be so admirable. most people probably wouldn’t have given it a second thought. he takes the cup back from him and takes a swig.

the night goes on and more songs play; the lyrics are being screamed by the tireless crowd. mikasa ends up taking everyone at their table, with the exception for jean and connie, back to the dance floor, forming their own little group. she passes herself around amongst them, taking turns dancing with each one.

and when it’s eren’s turn, the spotlight lands on her in the most majestic, heart-stopping way. the lip gloss she had on is smeared from when she drank the punch, but she’s still the most beautiful person in the room—no, in the whole universe. he sees her lips move, but he’s so lost in his own thoughts that he doesn’t realize that she’s actually trying to talk to him. but when he finally comes back to his senses, she’s already detached herself from him to dance with sasha. looking around, he sees that jean and connie have joined the popular clique with historia and company. now, he doesn’t have to worry so much about him being near mikasa. after what seems like hours, he feels the exhaustion catching up to him.

“hey, armin!” eren shouts over the music.

“yeah?” the blond yells back.

“i’m going to the restroom, do you wanna come with?”

“no, i’m good. thanks though!”

eren slips away from the crowd and into the foyer to search for a restroom. some other people were out there mingling about, perhaps because it had gotten too hot in the banquet hall. he thinks it would be more convenient if there were signs pointing to the restrooms because he’s having so much trouble finding them, and he doesn’t really want to ask someone for directions.

“alright, alright everyone,” principal zachary speaks into a microphone, back in the other room, getting everyone’s attention. “as the night comes to a close, it’s time to announce this year’s prom king and queen. remember that you are all winners, and thank you for celebrating with us tonight. now, may the prom court come up to the stage.”

a moment passes to allow the court to make their way to the front of the room. mikasa watches as jean, historia, reiner, and more people file onto the stage.

“the prom king for this school year is… jean kirstein!”

his friends let out boisterous chants and hoots as he takes a step forward. reiner gives him a firm pat on the back as the crown is placed on his head. he’s also given a sash before the queen’s crown and sash, along with a rose, is handed to him. looking at historia, he smiles because she knows that his plan is about to go down.

jean never gave up on his chase after mikasa, despite being curved countless times and even ignored. so he came up with a plan to make mikasa the prom queen—since he would obviously be prom king—and it was no easy task. she didn’t bother to run for the position so with the help of historia, they convinced basically the entire school to vote mikasa in as a write-in candidate. and luckily for them, word never got around about it, so mikasa would totally be clueless.

“and the moment you’ve all been waiting for: this year’s prom queen is—drumroll please—mikasa ackerman!”

mikasa gasps as the crowd erupts in cheers and claps and the spotlight hones in on her in the crowd. her face flushes from all the sudden attention, and suddenly she’s being pushed towards the makeshift stage. she turns around looking for eren, but he’s nowhere to be found. armin looks just as confused as she does, but he doesn’t do anything to try and help her.

she awkwardly gets on the stage and shuffles towards the center where jean stands. historia’s got a sickeningly sweet smile on her face, and in that moment she figures that she must have been behind this because there was no way that she didn’t win.

boing her head, she allows jean to crown her prom queen. he helps her put the sash on and he delicately hands the rose to her. the intro to coldplay’s “yellow” starts playing when she faces the crowd again.

“may i have this dance?” jean asks once everyone finished applauding.

she agrees, but she’s searching for a familiar pair of green eyes in the crowd. she starts to panic because he’s nowhere to be seen as she’s being guided to the dance floor. jean rests his hands on her waist, while mikasa wraps her arms around his neck, being cautious of how close they are.

“you look stunning tonight,” he whispers in her ear. more people have coupled up around them, slowly swaying to the music.

“thank you.”

eren returns to see that the lights have dimmed a bit more, and that all the couples have occupied the dance floor. looking at the table, he sees that only connie and sasha are sitting down. in the crowd, he spots annie laying her head against armin’s chest, as he pulls her impossibly closer to his body. and oh no…

the thing eren feared most tonight is actually happening. in another man’s arms is the woman he loves. he feels his heart crack and split into a million different pieces. her back is facing him, but he can see jean’s face clearly; there’s a devious glint in his eyes when they meet each other’s stares. it’s suddenly too hot in the room, and despite just coming back, eren rushes to the nearest exit he can find. he finds it hard to breathe like there’s water in his lungs, and the tears forming in his eyes blur his vision. he lost. he lost mikasa, he lost to jean.

“fuck,” eren’s voice cracks. he wants to scream, to let the world know how much pain he’s in. there’s a fountain nearby, and he sits on its edge. the falling water is enough to drown out his cries.

“where did i go wrong?” he looks up to the moon, hoping it’ll provide an answer.

———

“jean, i’m sorry. i can’t do this,” mikasa stammers.

“what? do what? at least let the song finish,” he argues, gripping her waist tighter.

she tries pushing herself away. “no. no, no, no. i need to find him, jean.”

“who? eren? forget about him, mikasa. he’s just a loser after all. you deserve better than him,” he leans down to try and kiss her, but she’s already had enough.

“let go of me, you freak!” she exclaims, stomping her heel down onto his foot. he curses and pushes her away, causing a scene. the music continues playing, but the people around them are startled as they watch the scene unfold. mikasa storms away, pushing past people to get the hell out of there.

she calls eren’s name out as she enters the foyer, and continues to call out for him while looking for the restroom. after a couple more minutes, she finally finds it and nearly kicks the door down. a couple boys inside stare at her in shock, but none of them are eren. she debates checking the upstairs area, but she doesn’t want to risk getting caught. defeated, she lets the moon guide her outside.

the spring air feels sticky on her skin, and not only does the breeze cool her down, it carries along a soft sound. the sound of sniffles and broken sobs. it’s heart-wrenching enough to hear; she figures that whoever’s out here must be hurting a lot. wobbling down the gravel path, she continues towards the fountain.

“oh, eren…” mikasa nearly cries at the sight before her. on the other side of the fountain sat eren with his head in his hands and his blazer sloppily folded next to him. she crouches down to his level to try and get a good look at his face, but he turns the other way.

“go away. don’t want you to see me like this,” he mumbles.

“well if you’re not going to look at me, at least listen to me,” she takes a seat next to him.

“you know that i didn’t even run for prom queen. i don’t know how i won… and i couldn’t not dance with jean.”

“you could’ve just said no or walked away.”

“it’s not that easy.”

there’s an uncomfortable silence between the two, though it’s soon drowned out by the start of an upbeat song that starts to play from indoors. eren can’t bring himself to look up yet since the tears haven’t stopped falling from his eyes.

“let’s ditch this place,” mikasa says after a couple minutes pass. “we can leave and go to my place.”

eren lifts his head from his hands at looks at her like she’s crazy. “w-what about armin? and… i know how much prom means to–”

“it doesn’t mean anything compared to you, eren. this?” she removes the crown from her hair, “it’s worthless to me. i don’t deserve it.”

it slips from her fingertips, but eren is quick to catch it before it reaches the ground. she’s confused when he stands up to his full height and raises it above her head.

“let’s go, my queen.”

———

luckily for mikasa, she has the house to herself for the weekend. her parents are out of town for a little getaway. it’s dark inside when the pair enter the home, but mikasa illuminates the space on her way to the kitchen. she tells eren to wait outside on the patio while she prepares some stuff; he doesn’t know what to expect from her, but he decides to turn on the patio lights that are strung up above the yard.

she returns with a small speaker in her hand and a smile on her face upon seeing the lights. after she spends a couple seconds scrolling through her phone, she sets it down and approaches eren with open arms. “falling for you” by the 1975 starts to play when he welcomes her embrace.

“i’m sorry we didn’t get to slow dance earlier. i hope this makes up for it,” mikasa whispers against his neck.

“i uh… i don’t really know how to slow dance,” eren admits with a blush, earning him a chuckle from the girl.

“okay, well it’s not hard. it’s just like any other kind of dancing; you gotta do it to the music. except there’s not a lot of movement here.”

eren watches to make sure he’s not stepping on mikasa’s feet. once he’s got the hang of it, he meets her eyes which are already staring at him. he can’t help but blush even more. she thinks he’s really cute when he’s flustered.

she switches up her movement after a while and does a little spin, but she gets tripped up in her heels causing her to lose balance. but eren is right there to catch her. with a steady hand on her back, she keeps him from falling down. in that moment, they’re trapped in time, staring into the universes of each others’ eyes. they’re in their own little world, just the two of them existing together. the beats of their hearts in unison grow louder in their ears, to the point where the music is almost inaudible.

he helps her back up, pulling her into his chest but also nearly making their lips collide. too stunned to speak, mikasa rests her chin on his shoulder.

“your heart is beating really fast,” mikasa comments.

“yeah. i’m nervous.”

“why?”

“you make me nervous.”

pressing a hand to his chest, she puts a bit of space between their bodies. “why is that?”

eren hesitates. the dreaded question he’s been hoping to avoid finally comes up; but it’s now or never, he convinces himself.

“because i really like you, mikasa.”

he avoids her gaze while she starts to play with the collar of his shirt. he worries that he might have said the wrong thing, or perhaps it was not the right time. what if she doesn’t feel the same way? the thought scares him to death, and now he thinks it would be better if she doesn’t say anything.

“to tell you the truth,” she begins and oh god, this can't be good, “i really like you, too. but… i don’t want a relationship with you purely based on what we’ve been doing these past couple months.”

she only has herself to blame for that. after all, she is the one that became so set on being the one to ruin his innocence. they’re at the end of the road, and mikasa planned to just finish what she started, but now eren is making it hard for her. he feels his heart sink to his stomach once her words process in his mind.

“n-not like that! i mean maybe, but not just that! i’ll work for it. i’ll show you that i’m good enough, i’ll show you that i can love you–”

the plumpness of her lips on his is quick to shut him up, but his eyes are wide open in shock. after it settles down, he leans into her touch and kisses her with as much fervor. the hand that was once planted on his chest snakes its way up his neck and cups his cheek, pulling him closer.

“i’ll be yours for tonight,” she murmurs between kisses.

and that’s all it takes for eren to sweep her off her feet and carry her inside bridal style, completely disregarding the speaker and the lights. after making sure the sliding door is locked, he carefully takes her upstairs and to her room. she kicks off her shoes before he lays her down on the bed. that may not be the answer he was hoping to receive, but it’s better than nothing at all.

he knows what is about to happen; the moment he has prepared for is finally here, yet he feels so nervous. it’s evident in the way his hands tremble so much that he struggles to undo his belt and take off his pants.

“relax, ren. i’m not going anywhere,” mikasa calls from her spot on the bed. her tone and words are comforting, and eren finally succeeds in taking his pants off. he debates just tearing his button-up shirt because of how impatient he is, but her voice lingers in his mind.

he climbs onto her bed as he undos the last few buttons before helping her shimmy out of her dress. underneath her dress is just some black, lacy underwear; there’s no bra to cover her cleavage, and eren can feel his cock growing harder in his boxers.

“can i…” he trails off, too hypnotized by how perfectly her breasts sit on her chest. they’re so round and soft, but he waits until he’s granted permission to touch them. once she gives him the green light, he goes straight to work, taking one in his mouth and caressing the other. she can feel the desperation practically dripping off of him like sweat on a hot summer day. it’s so raw, and his movements are so erratic, roaming his hands down her sides and reaching her thighs.

his lips leave a trail of kisses down her chest, to her ribs, and along her stomach, leaving a peck right above the hem of her panties. nearly ripping them off of her legs, he delves in between her thighs, greedily lapping at her cunt like a starved man. her manicured hand flies to his hair, grabbing at his roots perhaps a little too hard, but the brief pain doesn’t even faze him. “eren, slow down,” she pants, “we have all night.”

“i can’t,” he whines, the strain in his voice giving away just how needy he is. “i need you, mikasa.” the words spoken against her pussy send vibrations throughout her whole body, making her mind become clouded. her grip on his hair loosens only a little bit, and she bites her lip in an attempt to stifle her moans, but the feeling of his tongue on her clit is too much. “i need you,” he repeats.

the moment eren slips two of his fingers inside her pussy, she feels as if she could pass out at any second. he uses all his strength to pull away from her, and he catches himself chuckling a bit when she groans in frustration. “i almost lost you there. stay with me.”

“i’m right here,” she assures him with a tug on his arm, urging him to continue what he was doing. desperation oozes out of him, permeating throughout the air and intoxicating her. it’s such a raw, carnal desire; it leaves her wondering how one could be so desperate while also being so inexperienced. the curl of his fingers makes her delirious, and when he hits that spongy spot over and over, she’s done for. her stomach tightens at an alarming rate. maybe it’s the lewdness of it all, or perhaps it’s the fact that it’s with eren . the boy that she’s grown to love; the one that’s loved her for god knows how long.

he tirelessly laps at her sloppy cunt, flicking his tongue across her lips and around her clit. copious amounts of spit dribble down her plush thighs, seeping into the linen sheets that also wrinkle under her grasp. he can feel the way her cunt squeezes down on his fingers, and how her incessant mewls signal that she’s already about to cum.

“fuck , i’m cumming.” her voice strains. eren doesn’t stop, not even when she clasps her thighs around his head, not when her juices stain the lower half of his face. he continues licking her up and cleaning the mess that she made.

“eren, eren, that’s enough.”

“sorry,” he says sheepishly while wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and stuffing his fingers in his mouth. “i got carried away.”

“do you want me to suck you off?”

“no,” states, and she’s taken aback. “i’m sorry, mika. i can’t wait.” he basically shoves his boxers down his long legs, exposing his leaking cock. it slaps against his lower abdomen, leaving a splatter of his precum in its wake.

“wait. let me get a condom.” mikasa pushes herself off of the bed and reaches over to her nightstand. she digs around for a bit until she feels the box of condoms that she bought the other day. eren doesn’t question it; if anything, he’s impressed that she’s the one that came prepared.

“i don’t know how to–”

“i’ll do it for you.” she takes one of the foil wrappers out and tears it from the roll before carefully ripping it open. “for future reference, make sure you’re putting it on the right way. then, pinch the tip to leave some space. if you don’t, it might break. i don’t think you’d want that to happen.”

her hands glide down the length of his dick as she rolls the condom onto him. his heart goes into overdrive when she lays back down, spreading her legs and offering everything she has to give to him. she finds it cute how he just kind of unknowingly stares at her pussy with his dick in his hand. it’s as if he’s gone clueless as to what to do. but something in his brain snaps, and he inches closer to her body. he guides his dick to her folds, teasing her clit when he presses it flat on her, sizing her up.

“mikasa, there’s no way– how is that gonna fit?!” he asks in disbelief.

she can’t help but laugh. “it’ll fit, ren. just wait and see.”

“but look! not to boost my own ego or anything, but it’s gonna be impossible. even you said i’m big!”

“eren.” there’s a smile on her lips when he looks at her. “shut up and fuck me.”

“i uh–” he stammers, blush tinting his cheeks pink. “i don’t know how.” he’s still so innocent, even after everything they’ve done. what a shame that it’s about to change.

mikasa reaches between her legs and pushes his dick down until the tip rests against her hole. “it’s kind of like using your fingers, except this time it’s just your dick. you go in and out. maybe grind your hips when you go in; there’s not much else to it.”

“a-are you ready?”

“are you ready?”

he nods. “i’ll go slow at first.”

he isn’t sure if he said that more for her or for himself, but he doesn’t think too much of it when he begins to move his hips forward. waves of heat and pressure welcome him; it feels suffocating. he sharply exhales after bottoming out, only then realizing he was holding in a breath which is probably why he felt like he was going to pass out.

no amount of foreplay could’ve helped mikasa prepare for the feeling of eren stretching her walls out. instantly, she notices that this is different—much different from her first time with jean. he hasn’t even started moving yet, giving her time to adjust to his size, but she already feels so full.

“you’re so fucking tight,” eren says through his teeth. “ god, it feels so good.”

“you can move now.”

he’s hesitant to move, fearing that he might be overwhelmed with the feeling to cum. but just as slowly as he entered, he pulls his hips back, strings of her slick connecting their bodies until they become thin like a spider’s silk. mikasa thinks he’s so cute the way his face scrunches up as he focuses on not cumming. she lets out a gasp when their hips meet again; throwing her head to the side, she sees eren’s arms start to wobble under his weight.

“do you want me to be on top?” she offers.

“no!” he cries. “i mean, i wanna be in control.” he takes it upon himself to start increasing the pace of his thrusts, letting the sound of his skin against hers echo off of the bedroom walls. her chest heaves as he finds a steady pace; with each thrust, her tits bounce.

eren wishes he could stop time and live in this moment forever. it’s just the two of them existing and making love under the moon. her moans turn into the melody of his new favorite song that he never takes off of repeat.

“oh fuck, just like that.” she doesn’t tell him to go harder or to speed up, allowing him to do things at his pace while also letting him know that he’s doing something right.

“you like that?” he asks with a pronounced thrust of his hips.

“fuck yes.” her eyes roll back and her fingers get tangled with the sheets. a layer of sweat coats both of their bodies, but the heat just adds to the intimacy. she can’t get enough of the way his cock slides against her walls, hitting just the right places; when his thumb starts to circle around her clit again, it’s almost too much. her hands fly to eren’s back, digging into his skin, leaving red crescents on his raw canvas.

it’s crazy how carried away eren gets. his starts to fuck her as if his hips have a mind of their own, increasing the force behind them to try and get as deep as he can inside of her. it becomes arrhythmic; his mind can’t keep up with the pace he set. he’s already addicted to hearing her moans, getting drunk on each and every sound that slips out of her mouth.

“your pussy feels so good around me,” he says. he’s in a trance, lost in the feeling of her fluttering walls every time he grinds his dick against her cervix. and every time he hits it, her nails drag lines up and down the expanse of his back. her inner thighs get wetter by the minute, and eren, surprisingly, shows no signs of stopping.

“eren,” she whines. “s-so big. i can feel you here.” one of her hands falls from his back to take the one he has on her clit, moving it up to her lower abdomen. he presses down on that spot and can barely make out the sensation of his dick sliding in and out.

“holy shit, i think i might cum,” he panics, slowing down his thrusts. his arms nearly fail him, but he falls onto forearms, caging mikasa’s head in between them.

“take your time,” she giggles before lifting her head up to his neck. she nips and nibbles at his skin, running her tongue over the red spots that form. after about a minute, he regains his composure and continues to rut his hips against her. he brings their lips together, swallowing her moans. he blindly searches for her hands and intertwines his fingers with hers, pressing the backs of her hands against the sheets.

he knows he can’t last much longer, but he doesn’t want this to end. pulling away to get a breath of air, he admires mikasa’s fucked-out state. her eyelids droop, showing slivers of white whenever her eyes roll back, and her sweat only highlights the rosy blush on her cheeks. it’s a sight that he wants to see time after time; he could never get sick of it.

eren abruptly stills his movements, much to her surprise. “did you…”

“n-no,” he stammers, the flush of his face growing a deeper shade of red. “i just wanna try something else.” his hands find the back of her thighs and lifts them up, pushing them against her chest. she gets the hint and latches her arms behind her knees, keeping her legs in place for him and putting her pussy on full display for him.

“fuck ,” he mutters under his breath, feeling his mouth salivate. “so pretty.”

“eren,” she whines. “come on. i need you.’”

“okay, okay.” her slick makes it much easier for him to slide in and out of her velvety walls, and a wet squelching sound fills the room again. his pace is just a tad faster than before, but he’s mindful to not go too fast.

“god , you feel so good, eren. keep going.”

“i’m close.”

“me too. j-just don’t stop.”

she wants to reach up to his face and sweep the hair away from his eyes. she wants to see him fall apart when he finally spills his cum into the condom. and luckily for her, he takes a moment to move his hair out of the way, not stopping his hips in the process. his fingers dig into the flesh of her thighs for leverage before choosing to rub circles on her clit again. he’s conflicted and unsure of where to focus his eyes; he settles on getting hypnotized by the way his cock disappears between her folds.

“if you keep on squeezing me like that, i’m gonna cum,” eren pants. she seemingly ignores him, closing her eyes and throwing her head back in bliss.

“shit, i’m cumming, i’m cumming!” mikasa squeals. her pussy has a death grip on his dick, clamping down on it as she releases on him, soaking his pelvis and thighs. her body convulses against the bed; her arms, now too weak to hold her legs, fall next to her and she claws at the sheets.

he fucks her through her orgasm with his approaching rapidly. she has half a mind to push him away; the overstimulation becomes too much, especially after two orgasms. his pace begins to falter and before he can bury himself to the hilt, she cries out to him. “cum on me.”

“on you?!” it catches him off guard, and he’s not even sure if he can pull out in time. her pussy just feels so good, but the way she desperately nods her head is enough for him to do it.

after pulling out, he practically rips the condom off of his dick and starts stroking it. he can’t hold back any longer; thick ropes of his cum shoot out and cover her body. “f-fuck! i love you, i love you, i love you.” most of it lands on her stomach, but some of it reaches her tits as well. once he’s sure that he’s got every last drop, his body slumps and he falls next to her on the bed, face down in the pillows.

his body heaves with every breath he takes, and he has to force himself to stay conscious. mikasa, on the other hand, starts to get up while trying—and failing—to stop his cum from dripping onto her sheets.

“are you okay?” she asks once she catches her breath.

“i know i said this when you gave me head, but now i actually don’t think i’ve ever came that hard in my life,” he admits, voice muffled.

she laughs at him and nudges his shoulder. “come on, let’s get cleaned up.”

———

after a refreshing shower and a change of bedsheets, the two lay with each other in her bed. the sounds of passing cars and crickets fill the gaps of silence between them. with her head on eren’s chest, she listens to his soft breathing. his arm is loosely wrapped around her waist, keeping her close. his drooping eyelids beg for him to sleep, but he refuses to give in until he knows she’s asleep.

carefully reaching over her body, eren grabs his phone off of the night stand. unsurprisingly, there are a number of missed calls and texts from his mom and armin. he sends them both a quick text saying that he’s spending the night at mikasa’s place before tossing it to the side.

eren takes a moment to appreciate how beautiful mikasa truly is. from the way her lips slightly part to the way her bare chest rises and falls, everything about her is just perfect. with a touch as light as a feather, he wipes away a stray eyelash on her cheek.

he can’t help but wonder what their friendship will be like after this. the words “i’ll be yours for tonight” keep replaying in his mind like an earworm. the need to prove himself to her is overwhelming; the thought of her being with anyone else upsets him. he thinks back to when she danced with jean earlier that night, and his chest tightens.

“eren.”

he recalls when mikasa first admitted to losing her virginity to jean. at first, he was indifferent about it. but the more he dwelled on it, the angrier he became. no, angrier isn’t the right word. he was jealous , but he would never admit it.

“eren .” mikasa’s hushed voice cuts through the silence like a blade, more stern this time, snapping him out of his thoughts.

“wha- huh?”

“you’re squeezing me too much. i can’t breathe.”

he comes to the realization that he does in fact have a death grip on her hip; his blunt fingernails leave red crescents in their delicate skin. his face burns, and he immediately relieves her by letting go. his body overflows with embarrassment, so he turns the other way and covers himself with the duvet. the feeling of her arm draping over his body makes him stiffen since it was so unexpected.

“we just had sex, don’t get all shy on me now.”

“sorry.”

her fingers graze his body, tracing random shapes in order to soothe him. “do you actually love me, eren?” she already knows his answer; hell, he was saying it as he released his cum on her. but it could have been a heat-of-the-moment thing. she just needs confirmation but instead, she’s met with hesitance.

“i– uh…” he stammers, unable to form words, much less coherent thoughts. she anticipates his response with a raised brow, but he just sputters like a fish out of water. after taking a deep breath, he recollects his bearings and faces her. “yeah, i’m kinda in love with you.”

“well i kinda think we should go on a date this week.”

“really?” eren’s heart rate spikes in excitement. if he were a dog, his tail would be wagging and he’d be jumping around all over the place.

“yes, really.”

“where do you want to go? or what do you want to do? we can have a movie night—i know you’ve been wanting to rewatch Twilight—and then we can…” he continues rambling, spewing out countless date ideas, but all mikasa is focused on is the way he’s shamelessly excited to go on a date with her.

she reminisces about everything that has happened that led to this specific moment; from that first night she dreamt about eren to teaching him how to eat pussy, it’s crazy to think that all she wanted was to watch him fall apart at her mercy. but that feeling grew to be something much more beautiful.

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