#I know Connie wasn't around for it but I also immediately thought of the time Carol dressed as one of the Wolves and took them all out

[lab-gr0wn-lambs]

Omg thanks so much, I was still wondering about this. Wolf is fucking badass. Not even just for the reasons you listed, it fits her so well personality-wise.

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[torasplanet]

❝𝙃𝙀 𝙁𝙐𝘾𝙆𝙎 𝙈𝙀 𝙇𝙄𝙆𝙀 𝙃𝙀 𝙃𝘼𝙏𝙀𝙎 𝙈𝙔 𝙂𝙐𝙏𝙎.ᐟ❞

EREMIN + GN. READER, MIKAYUMI + F. READER, KAZUFUYU + AFAB. READER, S. KAWARAGI & H. SANZU + F. READER & SHIGADABI + M. READER

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 ; two is better than one but no one says how rough it gets!

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 ; smut, threesomes, poly relationships implied, degradation, praise, oral, p in v, backshots, mxm, gxg, yelena mentioned, consensual recording, slut-shaming, akashi sibs do it the best 😝, this is so muchhh, petnames (baby, pretty, pretty girl, slut, whore, baby boy, pretty boy, princess), himbo!kazu, everyone's a meanie:(, spit(eremin), mentioned gangbang (eremin), face riding (mikayumi), fingering(mikayumi), anal(kazufuyu), madochism(kazufuyu), mean!fuyu, spitroasting kinda? (kazufuyu, shigadabi), mentions of murder(shigadabi), arguing, rough sex, overstimulation, face-fucking(shigadabi), hairpulling, throat bulging(shigadabi), mentioned punishments(shigadabi) unedited bc these r late night thoughts, I got lazy at the end :p, skin color not mentioned

EREN YEAGER + ARMIN ARLERT

Sobs escaped your throat as fits of laughter filled your ears humiliating you even further than you already were. Your nose was buried in Eren's brown pubes as you took him down your throat while also trying to jerk Armin off to the best of your ability so you didn't make him mad at you again.

"Baby don't forget about me. Giving all your attention to Eren..." Armin said grabbing onto your wrist that was slowing and jerking it faster. You tore your mouth away from Eren's cock and looked up at Armin with teary eyes as your other hand wrapped around Eren's cock "Didn't mean to! I'm sorry!" You whined apologetically earning a few more laughs from the men directed toward you.

They were so mean! They weren't going to fuck you until you made both of them cum at the same time and now they were laughing at you with a phone in your face teasing you for how slutty your face looked "Thought you'd be better at this. Heard you fucked Connie and Jean at the same time. Whore." Eren said with a chuckle as Armin grabbed the back of your head and shoved your mouth down on his cock making you gag.

You gazed up at the cell phone that was above you which Eren held, you wanted to whine about how they knew it wasn't true and it was just a rumor but Armin wouldn't let you take your mouth off his dick for even a second "They're pretty good I'd say. Maybe a little less gagging though baby." Armin said. His words were kind but they didn't sound like it.

Sounded more like he was being sarcastic and the way he was smirking down at you "Don't worry, we can fix that in no time. Teach 'em how to be a real whore." Eren said with a laugh with his freehand gripping at your jaw and tearing your mouth away from Armin's cock allowing you to catch a breath.

Armin verbally complained about this but watched to see what Eren was going to do. Eren tapped the side of your jaw as you breathed heavily, your chest moving up and down trying to catch your first breath in a while.

Your lips parted and your mouth opened wide already knowing what he wanted from his tapping "Wow, practically already a trained slut." Armin said glancing at his friend, both your hands were at work trying to continue their pleasure and get them to cum.

Eren grinned as he spat onto your tongue watching as you swallowed it immediately with tears wetting your face as you continued to look up at the camera glancing from it and Eren's eyes "Just needs to be trained to take you." The brown-haired male said to his blonde friend with a smile on his face before glancing back down at you.

They were talking about you like you weren't even there and there was nothing you could do about it but sit there and listen. You just wanted them to fuck you so badly! You wanted to hurry up and make them cum.

"Tell the camera what you are." You couldn't tell which one of them said that from the tears blinding your vision only allowing you to see Armin's short brightly colored hair and Eren's long dark hair.

You sniffled sobbing and letting your head drop avoiding eye contact but Armin's hand flew to your head and gripped your hair pulling at it roughly and forcing your head back up "M' a slut..." You mumbled under your breath with your lips in a pout while you stared up at the camera.

Their laughter grew louder after the words left your lips making your face grow hot from shame. Who knows who they would send that video to if they even sent it to anyone at all.

They were thinkin' of sending it to Jean or maybe Connie, you were so big a of a slut that an extra two wouldn't be a problem for you at all. With how you were begging for cock earlier, you'd enjoy getting passed around by the whole friend group.

MIKASA ACKERMAN + YMIR

"Ugh...who's this?" Ymir muttered grabbing her phone that was discarded next to your naked boy on the sheets of the bed, you didn't care much for what she was saying.

It's not like you heard the text notification going off anyway. You were practically lost in your dreams from Mikasa's tongue going to work on your pussy while Ymir sat on your face "Oh it's Yelena." Mikasa looked up at the freckle-faced girl as she continued to lick and suck on your cunt and bundle of nerves.

She tore her mouth from your crotch just for a second "What she say?" Mikasa went right back down between your legs with her fingers gripping the fat of your thighs as you moaned into Ymir's cunt making a moan escape the long-haired woman's mouth.

"Fuck...I would tell you but pretty girl just ain't stoppin'." Mikasa's eyes flickered up at you as if you could see her, she reached one of her hands up and pinched your nipple making a sob leave your throat and your thighs closed tightly around Mikasa's head.

"Ya' ain't helping Ackerman," Ymir said with a groan looking down at the woman that was eating you out like there was no tomorrow.

You didn't even really know what was going on, you were lost in the valley of pleasure that Mikasa was the culprit and you were getting wetter by the moment just eating Ymir out because of how she was grinding on your face.

Your back arched slightly when Mikasa let out a groan of annoyance showing she didn't care about what Ymir had to say and clearly she didn't care about how her subtle responses were affecting you "You think Yelena would fuck her?" Ymir asked the other woman curiously throwing her phone back on the bed not bothering to respond to the text.

Mikasa moved away from your cunt and threw her hair out of her face "Why does it matter? Did she ask if she could?" She replaced her tongue with two of her fingers thrusting them in and out of you at a rapid speed but that's not want you wanted.

You wanted her mouth, not her fingers.

"No, just wanted to know what you'd think."

"She would but she can't. She's mine."

Ymir chuckled at Mikasa's words as she groped her tit moaning at the touch, they often did this. Having a normal conversation while in the middle of torturing you. They could at least finish you off before they begin talking...

You let out a whine gently kicking your feet attempting to get the attention of the two girls and you did "We're talking, don't be rude." Mikasa said delivering a slap to your tit and making you whine more "Fuck, you really gotta stop doing that. You know how whiny she is." Ymir groaned arching her back and pressing her hands down on your stomach to stretch her back.

Mikasa merely hummed in response looking down at how you sucked her fingers in "Did Yelena ask if she could fuck her?" Mikasa asked ignoring everything that was going on, her thrusts got rougher and faster showing she was getting agitated at the thought of Yelena fucking you.

Mikasa was always so possessive of you. You were hers so of course she was. Well, you were hers and Ymir's but no one else could have you. No one else could make you melt on their fingers like she did with you. She didn't give a damn if she was there and it was some type of gangbang, no one else was going to fuck you especially not fucking Yelena.

A chuckle departed from Ymir's lips "You're too damn possessive. I already told you she didn't." Mikasa merely frowned at the girl's words before looking back down at you as you sobbed from the neglect and need.

Mikasa's hand caressed your thighs as she pulled her fingers out of you and placed them on the tip of her tongue with the taste of you flooding her tastebuds. "Just wanna make sure no one takes my baby."

KAZUTORA HANEMIYA + CHIFUYU MATSUNO

Kazutora's bi-colored hair stuck to his sweaty forehead as he whined loudly the sounds bouncing off the walls of the apartment "C'mon baby boy...! I know you're not tappin' out already." Chifuyu teased with his nails making indents on Kazutora's pale hips as his hips snapped into Kazutora's lower back repeatedly.

The male didn't even respond and just kept whining as Chifuyu's thrust forced his cock in and out of your soaking cunt that was just squeezing the life outta him. His hands were placed on your tits groping them as he tried to open his eyes but the pleasure he was receiving was too much for him! He couldn't take all this...

Between chifuyu pounding in him from behind and your cunt swallowing him in, he was starting to get dizzy not knowing what to do with himself "Tora, are you listening? Did 'fuyu already do you dumb?" You asked between moans bringing your hands up to cup your boyfriend's cheeks.

You squished them together forcing his lips into a soft pout as you grinned at the tears running down his face as he sniffled "I am, I am! Just so much! Can't take it no 'more..." Kazutora sobbed out as the black-haired male behind him just laughed at how dumb kazutora got from just a little cock.

"Pretty boy, I know you can. You act like a whore just to go down on me but now that you're in, you don't want it?" Kazutora shook his head fast with a whine.

"No, I do want it! I do!" You let out a laugh and his pathetic pleads going back and forth between what he wanted making no sense with his words swirling together forming nothing but blabbers.

Your hand ran down his cheek comfortingly leaning up and pressing a peck to his lips "So make me cum. You've made a mess in my pussy like four times and I only came once. I don't think that's fair." You said practically taunting him with how you were talking to him like he had no brain cells but by the way, Chifuyu wasn't slowing down at all, they were probably all fucked out of his head.

"Yeah pretty boy, don't be selfish." The Matsuno man teased whispering into Kazutora's ear with a smirk on his face as he looked down at you before his gaze traveled down to your messy cunt that was leaking Kazutora's cum as he weakly thrusting in and out of you seeing the ring of cum around the base of the golden-eyed male.

You guys were being so mean to him...it just wasn't fair. "I'm sorry, forgive me please." The pathetic male pleaded breathing heavily and leaning down putting his head on your chest as he peered up at you with wide and teary eyes. You almost felt bad for him.

He kissed your neck lightly with his wet lips biting lightly all on the flesh. Kazutora loved biting you so much.

It left marks from him that showed everyone you were his and it was his way of showing his love in the heat of the moment where his head was empty and nothing but pathetic whimpers were emptying from his mouth.

Chifuyu's grin widened at the new angle and he placed one of his hands on the middle of Kazutora's back before delivering a rough thrust "Ugh! Please!" The blonde and black-haired male whimpered out as Chifuyu's hand went to his hair pulling it and lifting the male up till his back pressed against Chifuyu's chest.

"Stop clinging to them. Just focus on makin' them cum, baby boy." Chifuyu insulted before biting down on Kazutora's neck making him let out more sobs and grope your boobs harder making you hiss.

You watched as Chifuyu and Kazutora locked lips in front of you harshly "Chifuyu stop being like that. He's makin' me sore." You complained as you placed your hands on top of Kazutora's as his lazy thrusts sped up getting rougher. "You're the one that wants to cum. I'm just trying to help you." The black-haired male said separating his lips from Kazutora's swollen ones which were spilling moans and pleads though he didn't know exactly what he was pleading for.

A frown appeared on your face with your brows creasing. You reached a hand up and pushed him harshly on his shoulder "How the fuck am I going to cum if he's practically ripping me apart." You cursed through your teeth and Chifuyu simply rolled his eyes at your words not caring much for them. He was always so mean when he was in charge.

"Please, y'know you love that shit. That's why you keep letting him bite you." Chifuyu said pulling harsher at Kazutora's hair who wasn't listening to anything you two said "Mhm! So close!" The Hanemiya man shouted as you glared up at the man that was busy practically destroying Kazutora's ass.

Like he had much room to talk. All the times he's had nail marks on his back and none of you could tell if it was from you or kazutora. He was just as much of a pain slut as you were.

All three of you were sluts if we're being honest.

SENJU KAWARAGI + HARUCHIYO SANZU

"Ow!" Senju shouted slapping the back of your hands repeatedly as you gripped her legs harshly trying to hold back from biting down as your head was in between her skinny and pale thighs.

You didn't want to hurt her. You wanted the opposite!

But it's just so hard to contain yourself when Haruchiyo's busy fucking the life out of you behind you and he wasn't slowing down one bit. "Princess...your nails are hurting me," Senju complained as she looked down at you, her soft tone almost made tears brew in your eyes.

You took your mouth from her cunt and looked at her with pleading eyes still jerking back and forth from her brother's thrusts "I'm sorry sen'! Haru's being so rough..." You muttered apologetically not wanting Senju to be mad at you for hurting her. Senju was already so rough and mean during sex and when she was mad at you, she was even worse.

You don't know if you could handle her being mad at you and Haruchiyo being so rough with you. You'd probably wake up with purple hand marks on your hips from how hard he was grasping onto them and dark purple hickies littered all over your body mainly your tits from Senju's biting and sucking.

The pink-haired woman placed her hand on your head, you thought she was going to lean down and give you a kiss but she just shoved your head back down onto her pussy "Stop going so damn fast. You never think about anyone but yourself." You heard her tell Haruchiyo as you wasted no time getting back to work and eating her out.

Your tongue licking through her folds and sucking on her clit "It's not my fault she can't take it. Your 'princess' isn't a good slut." Haruchiyo replied harshly probably glaring at his sister. They didn't hate each other, they couldn't do that. They worked with each other but they argued a lot.

Especially when it came down to fucking you. Just before this, they were arguing about who was getting your mouth and what position they were going to bend your body in tonight.

"Yeah, she can't be if you're stopping her." You stopped your tongue movements and glanced up at your girlfriend wanting to hear what she and Haruchiyo were arguing about but her glare turned to you "Did I tell you to stop? Now you can't hold onto me." She said meanly squatting your hands away from her bare legs, now you had nothing to support you against the male's thrusts.

Now you have done it. You made her mad at you!

You continued to eat her out not wanting to piss her off more because you had already made the mistake of stopping when she didn't tell you to while she was arguing with Haruchiyo who was already pissing her off "This is your fault. You wanna be selfish and now she's acting like a dumb whore." Her hand on your head that was once just sitting there now grew rough with her fingers gripping your hair tightly giving harsh treatment to your scalp.

A whine escaped your lips making one leave Senju's lips and she threw her head back "Shut the fuck up, I'm almost there." Haruchiyo said rudely his thrusts speeding up and his hips constantly snapping into yours making your body jerk forward but because of the lack of support that Senju's thighs once gave you, there was no way for you to stop it.

You reached your trembling hand up in an attempt to grab the woman's hand but she snatched her hand away "I told you you're not touching me. What don't you understand?" She said pulling you up from between her legs and forcing your face close to hers.

You choked.

You didn't know what to say. Did she even want you to respond?

"I-I do...haru's just so..." "I don't care." Tears glossed over your irises at her cold tone and the way she looked at you as if she hated your mere existence.

You weren't exactly sure if the tears were from the pure bliss you felt in your stomach right now from the tip of Haruchiyo's cock hitting your cervix over and over restlessly "You're not allowed to touch me until I cum, you understand?" Senju said raising an eyebrow and tilting her head slightly awaiting an answer from you.

You opened your mouth to protest and spew out excuses on why she should go easy but when her gaze hardened, you closed it and just nodded silently.

Senju had you at her feet for almost everything and with just a single tap or look, she could have you sobbing and humping her leg while begging for forgiveness and it didn't matter if you didn't know what you did wrong. You just didn't want her to be mad at you.

You were her princess and you wanted it to stay like that. You couldn't live a day being Haruchiyo's because this threesome was enough for you.

Your pussy was gonna be so sore after this! You couldn't deal with that soreness every day...though it did feel good.

"Stop looking at me and do the only thing you're good at." You knew exactly what she meant and you dove right back in between her legs ignoring the moans that left your lips from Haruchiyo's hits to your cervix and the overwhelming feeling in your tummy that was warranting your orgasm; Senju didn't care how many times you came, you were still gonna make her cum as many times as she wanted to.

A loud groan left the male from behind you "Don't you cum in her." Senju warned violently and Haruchiyo merely chuckled "Don't want me to give your baby a baby?" He said as you felt him slowly pulling out of you.

"Piss off." You felt warm ropes of cum spurt on your back practically coating the entire free area, you whimpered when he slapped your ass harshly. Your hands balling into fists just wanting something to grab onto.

You didn't mean to stop, it was an honest mistake that anyone could've made! You just wanted to grab onto something of your girlfriend's, her thighs, her tits, her hips, anything to support you and increase the body contact between you and her.

Ughhhh! Why was your girlfriend such a meanie?

TOMURA SHIGARAKI + DABI

This was torture.

You were sure they've actually tortured someone like murder and what not and you should be grateful that you're being a victim of this type and not but it's pretty hard to be grateful for anything when your cock is aching while pressing against your tummy rock fucking hard and you can't even do anything about it.

Dabi making a mess of your ass didn't help either because all that did was make you harder and want to cum more and maybe, just maybe, if he wasn't paying attention, you could sneak your hand down and jerk yourself off. That's if Tomura wasn't staring dead at you making sure you didn't try anything while you choked on his cock.

Your hands gripped the arm of the couch as you whined "Look, it's making a bulge in his throat." Tomura said raspily as he looked down at you with a taunting look already knowing how sore he was making your throat from his relentless fucking of your throat not letting you catch a breath.

Tears pricked in the corner of your eyes as you felt Dabi lean forward, his chest pressing against your back "Oh yeah it is. Guess you're too big for him." Dabi said with a chuckle bringing his finger up to poke at the bulge in your throat making you gag more.

"Uhhh fuck, man." Tomura groaned throwing his head back and taking his scarlet eyes away from you for what felt like forever, Dabi's turquoise eyes noticed how Tomura's pace with his hips quickened and his hold on your head tightened of course keeping his pinkies up.

Didn't wanna disintegrate his favorite toy now did he?

Dabi sat up straight once more with his thrusts returning back to normal as they had slowed so he could observe the sight of Tomura's cock poking out through your throat. You weren't even able to concentrate on what was really going on from how badly you needed to touch yourself and how you were trying to keep up with both of them at the same time.

It was practically impossible so why try on that part.

Seeing as though, Tomura was too busy fucking your throat like it was a fleshlight and his head thrown back with his eyes darted toward the ceiling and Dabi probably couldn't see anything that was going on, you found the perfect opportunity to relive yourself.

You took one of your hands off the arm of the couch careful not to fall over the edge from the individual rhythms both of them had that hardly matched up with the other. You snuck your hand down to your cock and just gently run your thumb over the leaking tip making a whine leave your lips sending vibrations on the blue-haired male's cock.

He still hadn't looked at you and if you kept moaning like the whore you were, then he never would "Such a good whore. My pretty boy." Tomura muttered through his moans your nose meeting his bush of black pubes over and over as you continued to choke on him which he cared very little for.

"He was mine before he was yours. I found him first." Dabi muttered from behind you and you mentally cursed him for this because that made Tomura look down. Not at you but at the man behind you but you still took your hand away in fear of being caught.

A groan of annoyance echoed from the male in front of you "This again...I don't give a damn if you found him, I've fucked him more." Tomura said glaring at the male with the hold on your hair growing tighter making you squeeze your eyes shut.

You listened to them as they argued back and forth but you weren't really listening...you couldn't give a single fuck about whatever they were talking about and were only focused on if they were looking at you or not.

Dabi must've fucked out all of your brains and from the way you were moaning, he definitely had but still, you were being a fucking idiot considering trying your luck when they could easily spot you with you being sandwiched between their gazes directed toward each other.

They might as well blow your fucking brains out all on this floor because clearly there was no use for them since you weren't even considering using them.

You snaked your hand down carefully trying not to draw Tomura's attention as he frowned at Dabi continuing their argument as the dark-haired male let out sounds of carelessness. Your fingers wrapped around your cock before you slowly began to move your hand up and down driving pornographic moans from your lungs.

It was a nice relief. Your poor cock had been neglected all night by these stupid guys! Your tip was leaking so much pre-cum you thought you had already come just from Dabi's fucking and oh gosh were you sensitive!

You were so into your heavens of bliss and pleasure while you jerked yourself off edging closer to the tip of your orgasm that you didn't notice Dabi's thrusts slowing, you were too busy still sucking Tomura off and trying to get yourself off to even remember that he was there.

Your moans got louder and more frequent as your hand went faster getting you closer to tipping over the edge until someone grabbed your wrist stopping all of that movement.

Your eyes shot open and you looked up to see if it was Tomura who caught you and it wasn't. He was moaning, his eyes squeezed shut. With this information and your wrist suddenly getting warmer and warmer by the second, you knew that Dabi was the one who found you.

"Hey Tomu', look what I found," Dabi said with a smirk on his face as he snatched your hand away from your still aching cock and held it up, his thrusts stopping completely and so did Tomura's with his eyes snapping open and a sound of confusion following.

Your eyes glossed over with tears too afraid to look up at the blue-haired boy or the black-haired one so you just stared down at the plush of the couch "Baby boy here was tryna get off. Guess two cocks still ain't enough huh?" Dabi whispered in your ear hauntingly making you whimper slightly.

Making the decision to look up was the worst decision you've probably made in your entire life because Tomura looked like he wanted to end your life right there "You're a slut and you can't even follow simple instructions? More like a dumb himbo." Tomura insulted you practically spitting on you with how mean his tone was toward you.

You weren't a himbo. You could follow instructions just fine!

You just..didn't want to. You couldn't! You were just in so much pain and you wanted it so bad that you couldn't help yourself...like a slut.

"Sorry...I just needed it s'bad, didn't mean to." With a yank of your hair, you were pulled up to lie against Dabi's chest making your hard cock more visible to Tomura.

Dabi's lips pressed against the shell of your ear as you heard him let out a couple low chuckles "No, I think you did mean it. You know what happens when you don't listen and I think you like it, that's what you want isn't it?" The blue-eyed male asked and you just sat there whimpering in pain from the treatment of your scalp, Tomura flicked the tip of your cock with his finger and glared at you telling you to answer Dabi's question.

You didn't want a punishment...but it wouldn't hurt. You already knew what they were going to do and at the moment it's what you wanted. They were going to make you cum over and over again until they got tired and it was exhausting but after being neglected for so long, that was a dream for you.

"Yes!" With that Dabi laughed loudly and let you drop back down to the couch, your head landing on the arm of the plush furniture.

"Don't worry, we'll give you exactly what you want."

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[honeyedmiller]

Firsts | Javier Peña

pairing: javier peña x f!reader

warnings: smut (f & m oral receiving, unprotected piv, fingering, slight size kink?), cursing, teasing, tension, some tooth-rotting tender fluff, no use of y/n. 18+. minors dni.

word count: 4.9k

synopsis: Agent Peña is determined to give you something you've been craving for a long time.

not revised. sorry for any mistakes :')

Javier Peña never let anyone sleep in his bed.

Sure, he's had multiple women in it, but not once had any of them ever stayed longer than a little aftercare from the Agent himself. He used those women to get information; fucked them so good they just couldn't stop sputtering where they've seen this guy or how they know this other man. And, deep down, he used them to fill an empty void in his heart of loneliness—something he was no stranger to, but wanted to avoid altogether.

No woman had ever slept in his bed, until you.

See, if anyone told you months ago that you would've even spared Agent Peña a proper non-work related conversation this time around, you both would call bullshit.

It all started out in the field, a few months ago. Steve kept nagging Peña about his little crush on you, and it drove him crazy that you were the only woman in the office that wouldn't give him the time of day. Of course you talked to him about work related things, puzzling together the missing pieces to finally fucking catch Escobar.

Tensions were at an all-time high in the office, and the last thing on your mind was tossing the insatiable Agent a flirty smile. You were an intense, strong-willed go-getter who was an absolute badass in the field. Even the Colombian military and police liked to work with you, which was good, because it meant they'd cooperate more with the DEA. Flirting, especially with a coworker nonetheless, was completely off limits and your one set-in-stone rule you had for yourself.

You were no stranger to the rumors roaming about that Agent Peña was a good fuck. You were also no stranger to the giggles and nudges your female colleagues gave you when they caught him staring at you. You just chose to ignore them.

It wasn't until one late night in the office that had everyone exhausted and quite literally ready to get back to the States that you gave Peña the time of day.

Steve had told the man something rather interesting that day, which he knew you'd kill him for, but he thought it was worth Javier knowing. When you went over to Steve and Connie's place to have 'girl's night' with his wife, he overheard you say that no man has ever been able to make you orgasm.

Steve immediately thought of Javier when that information sprouted, and of course, being the wingman he was for Peña, he told him. Peña wanted nothing more than to be the man that could give that to you. Luckily for him, he was sort of an expert in that area, which is why all those women he fucked ended up talking.

You never paid any mind to how suave Peña could be, mainly because you genuinely weren’t interested. Your disinterest in the Agent bothered him at first, as you shot down all of his advances and flirting tactics. It just determined him further. It’s not like he kept harassing you or anything, but he tried his best to do little things for you here and there like get you a coffee when you needed it the most or a file that would help you in the spur of the moment.

On this particular night, it was just you and Peña left in the office. The two of you were paired up for a specific assignment because Murphy was unavailable, and the assignment needed to be done quickly.

You were efficient with your work, but having the Agent stare at you like a meal on legs wasn’t helping. You couldn’t deny that he was a good looking man. A man you swore you’d pay no mind to, and up until now, it was working.

“Can I help you Peña?” You ask without looking up from your paperwork. You were jotting something down when he cleared his throat, straightening in his seat.

“I think I should be asking you that, Agent.” He shot back incredulously, leaning back in his chair with his hands folded behind his head. He gave you a smug look, and his words halted your writing mid-sentence.

“Excuse me?” You look up at him, quirking an irritated brow. Though, you found yourself faltering to his heavy gaze; hooded puppy dog eyes making your panties dampen a bit. You squeezed your legs together, ignoring the nagging feelings of want and desire.

“Heard that no man’s ever been able to please you.” He tilts his head and eyes you, from your intense gaze down to the way the first couple of buttons of your work top were unbuttoned.

You scoff in disbelief. You know Connie would never say a word, so it had to’ve been Steve fucking Murphy.

Bastard.

“I don’t see how my dilemma in my personal life has anything to do with our work, Peña.”

“I was just simply observing.”

“Well you don’t work for the BAU. Stop trying to profile me.” You snap, rolling your eyes.

He holds his hands up in defense. “You know, cariño, I could help relieve you of your tension. Noticed you’ve been real… irritable, these days.”

You shoot him a nasty glare.

“Fuck you, Peña.”

“If that's what you'd like, baby. And I’d prefer it if you called me Javi.”

“I’m not one of your whores. We don’t need to be on a first name basis.” Your tone was cold as you looked back down to your papers, annoyed at the fact that you were getting turned on by his advances. What you really should've been doing is reporting him to Messina, but it wasn't worth all of the stupid paperwork.

You were cold toward him because you needed to distance yourself. It was your own fucking rule. No flirting with coworkers, even if they're ridiculously hot and tall and tan and broad and—

"Say all you want about not wanting me, but I saw the way your legs clenched and your breathing became more rapid. Why deny yourself a good time, hm?" He tilts his head.

This motherfucker was watching you like clockwork.

You slapped the manila folder that the file was in closed, tucking it into the top drawer of your desk before gathering your things.

"Good night, Peña." You hastily exited the building, fumbling with your car keys to unlock it before getting into your car. You let out a loud sigh, head hitting the back of the headrest as you rubbed your hands over your face in exasperation.

You put the keys in the ignition and left Peña at the office alone with a stupid smirk on his face.

And, that night, you had an even stupider wet dream about the smug-faced Agent.

-

As the week went on, the tension between you and Javier became nearly unbearable. It was stolen glances and soft touches and close proximities that had you stiffening, keeping your guard up to avoid succumbing to the ache in your core. It was the very thing that clawed at you from the inside, begging to be fulfilled.

You had no doubt Javier could be that man, but you were stubborn. You didn't want to give him that satisfaction. Not yet, at least. The insanely hot wet dream you had about him definitely didn't help your case, though. It made you want him to fuck you right there on his desk.

Luckily, you knew you had self control. What you didn't know is that Javier could feel you literally buzzing with anticipation, likely waiting for him to make the first move because you were too proud to do so.

You were in the kitchenette, pouring yourself a fresh cup of coffee when Javier walked in behind you. You didn’t really pay any mind until you felt the heat of his body behind you, and you turned around. Your back was pressed up against the counter as he towered over you, his dark brown gaze ever so enticing.

He reached up into the cabinet behind your head to retrieve a coffee mug himself, never breaking eye contact with you. Your eyes flickered to his lips for a brief second. To anyone else, it would’ve been the world’s most subtle glance. But to Javier, he took it as a message.

Game on.

He lightly brushed his hand against your waist to scoot past you, pouring the remainder of the fresh coffee into the mug he was holding. His touch sent a jolt of tingles down your spine, and you swallowed harshly as you tried to remember how to walk again to get away from him.

“You look beautiful today, cariño.” He simply said, halting you in your tracks. You slowly turn to him, wide-eyed and stunned. Your throat went dry as your lips formed into a tight smile.

“Thank you.” You meekly said before heading back to your desk. In this moment, you wish a black hole could form underneath the ground you walked on and swallow you whole. The affect that Javier had on you was embarrassing, especially because you were very anti-Javier Peña, aka Mr. Sex-On-Legs.

You thinking about him like this, and the undeniable tension between you both was everything you were against. Flirting with coworkers was dangerous and having sexual relations with them was lethal, especially Agents of yours and Javier’s rank. It could easily affect your work environment and being a woman in the field was already hard enough. You didn’t need shit from your counterparts or higher-ups. You wanted to be taken seriously, and giving in to your desires was going to get you anything but.

On the other hand, the need to have your desires fulfilled clawed at you aimlessly. You wanted to experience an orgasm. One that would have your toes curling and eyes rolling back. A fucking earth-shattering one—one that would ruin any other man for you.

Javier would easily oblige and give that to you, but it was up to you to let him do so.

Oh, fuck rules and fuck morals and fuck workplace gossip.

You wanted, no, needed Javier to show you what it was like. So, you decided to play along. You knew you’d both be stuck in the office late again tonight, so you wanted to have a little fun with it.

The first move was rather bold, but you weren’t going to back down now. Later on in the day, you got up from your desk to hand him a file. In doing so, your nimble fingers softly wrapped around one of his thick biceps as you dropped the file down on his desk. You leaned down, your voice barely a whisper.

“Thanks, Javi.” Was all you said before uncurling your fingers from his arm, sashaying away from him. He stared at the back of your figure quite literally stunned, and you saying his name like that had his dick twitching in his pants.

What the hell had gotten into you? He didn’t know where the sudden flirtatious behavior came from, but he was definitely going to find out.

Steve was catching on to what was going on between you, and it was amusing him to no end. It was nice to have a distraction from all the bullshit the DEA has been dealing with regarding Escobar.

By the time everyone was starting to head home, tension was so thick it could’ve been cut with a knife. Steve even threw in a ‘just bone already!’ to the both of you, and Javier couldn’t even stifle the small smile that had curled onto his plush lips.

It was around nine in the evening, and as promised, it was just you and Peña left. He was sitting at his desk when your hands suddenly slid over his shoulders from behind, sliding down to his chest. You reached over him to grab a file you needed without asking him, just so you’d have an excuse to do that.

By that time, he’d had enough of the teasing. Before you could retract your hands completely, he gripped both of your wrists and stood up, spinning your bodies around so you were pushed against his desk.

"Enough of this cat and mouse game. Do you want me or not?" Javier whispered, trapping your body with his against the cold metal of his desk. It almost looked like he was pained, like this whole past week had been hell for him.

And honestly, unbeknownst to you, it had. He laid awake every single night wishing you'd just give in to him. He wanted to treat you right. Worship your body as it should've been worshipped all along. He didn't want to fuck some random woman for intel anymore if it meant he got to be with you.

You were too stunned to speak, and quite honestly, the arousal pooling in your panties was way too noticeable to ignore at this point. You nodded your head, breath ragged and cheeks flushed.

"Gracias a Dios." He murmured. He cupped your face with both hands, finally sealing the space between you both as he brought his lips to yours. As cliché as it sounded, your whole body reacted to his touch as you felt sparks when his lips moved with yours. You dropped the file in your hand onto his desk behind you before wrapping your arms around the back of his neck, pulling him in closer.

He gripped your thighs and easily hoisted you up onto his desk, moving between your legs to be as close as he possibly could. You moaned softly when your clit caught onto the seam of your jeans, and you could feel Javier's growing bulge against your jean-clad core.

If it wasn't going to be your first time with him, he would've happily taken you right here on his desk. But, he wasn't a total asshole.

"Come back to my place with me," He sighed against your lips. "I can take better care of you there."

You nodded vigorously in agreement, and you both hastily gathered your things before heading out to Javier's Jeep.

He opened the door for you and you softly thanked him, trying to catch your breath and steady your heart rate from everything that just happened. You hadn't even gotten to the best part of this all and you were already falling apart at the seams. It'd been awhile since you've had any special kind of attention like that in general, so it really wasn't helping your case.

Javier clambered into the driver's seat, starting up his car to head back to his apartment. A naughty idea crossed your mind, and you'd be completely humiliated if Javier rejected your advances.

Fuck it.

You reached your left hand over, rubbing his now completely erect cock through the fabric of his jeans. He twitched slightly, giving you a look with burning desire. His eyes snapped back to the road thinking you were going to stop there, but boy was he wrong.

You began to undo his belt as best as you could given your position, and you swiftly unbuttoned and zipped down his jeans.

"Wh-what are you doing?" His voice was hoarse, eyes going wide.

"Relieving you." Was all you said before tugging his jeans down the right amount so you could take his cock out of his boxers.

He was thick and heavy, the head already bedaubed with pre cum. Your mouth watered at the sight, seeing that he had girth and a good length.

He inhaled sharply when your thumb ran over the swollen flesh of his weeping head. You wasted no time, giving his shaft a few pumps before taking him into your mouth. He hissed in pleasure, the feeling of your mouth so wet and warm around him. The sounds you elicited while pleasuring him were nothing short of erotic, and it was driving him crazy.

"Fuuuck. Yeah, just like that baby." Javier coaxed you on, wrapping his fingers in your hair. His other hand was gripping the steering wheel so tight that his knuckles were turning a ghost-white color. You kept going, easily licking up his silky flesh before deciding to try and take him all into your mouth.

You eased down slowly until your nose was eventually met with the dark, coarse curls at the base of his cock. Javier accidentally hit a bump in the road at the same time your mouth was completely full of him, so it made you gag around his length.

He nearly came right then and there.

"Fuck, okay, okay," He panted, gently gripping your hair to bring your mouth up and off of his cock. "I don't want to cum yet."

You pouted at him, wanting to taste him as you made him cum. Another time, you suppose. You helped him get his boxers back up over his still painfully erect member, pants following suit.

It was only a couple of more minutes before Javier parked outside of his apartment building, nearly dragging you upstairs and into his place. Once the door was closed, he pushed you up against it, capturing your mouth onto his once again. He moved you away from the door and to the couch, where he sat down so you could straddle him. It was a bit hard with the tight jeans you were wearing, but not unmanageable.

His tongue slipped over yours furiously, teeth clashing together as you both simply seemed like you just couldn't get enough of one another.

His mouth moved from yours down to your neck, leaving hot, sloppy kisses in its wake. He got to one spot on your neck just below your ear that had you shuddering with pleasure, and he chuckled softly at that.

He nipped at that particular spot and licked over it, repeating the action a few times until you found yourself grinding your hips into him. The ache in your core was unbearable, and all you wanted was to just be touched.

"Javi, please." You weren't above begging at this point, because fuck did you want his fingers in you and his tongue on you.

"Please what, princesa?" He rasped, grabbing your ass harshly as he purposefully rutted your hips against his.

"I- fuck- need you to touch me. Please." You whine, biting your lip as you look down at him with a pout. He groaned quietly when you gave him that look of feening innocence.

His lips attached themselves to yours again before he grabbed the back of your thighs, parting from your lips to take you to his bedroom. You kissed his neck while he was walking, giving it one long lick up to his ear before he placed you down on his bed.

He hovered over you, placing one knee in between your legs. He grabbed the hem of your shirt before slowly lifting it up and over your head, eyeing the soft flesh of your breasts that spilled out of your bra from this position. His mouth found itself on aforementioned flesh, lightly nipping and sucking down the valley before moving down to your torso. He eventually got to the hem of your jeans, to which he took his time in taking off.

He carefully undid your belt, then the button and zipper. He shimmied the material off of your legs, staring at your nearly naked body in pure hunger and want. He noticed the dark patch of wetness on your panties, and he teasingly chuckled.

"All this for me, baby? Haven't even touched you yet." He cooed, moving between your thighs. He gave your sopping clothed core a kiss, then proceeded to lick over the wet fabric. You moaned, gripping onto his shoulders.

"Need you, Javi." Your words were nearly incoherent as they squeezed out of your throat. You didn't know how else to make the man just devour you already.

"I know, baby. Need you too." Was all he said before gripping your panties and sliding them down your legs. His gaze met your glistening core, and he hummed at the sight.

He got on his knees at the edge of the bed before wrapping his arms around your thighs, tugging you down so your legs dangled off the edge. He moved both of your legs so your calves rested on his shoulders which flexed underneath the leather jacket he was wearing.

He dragged his lips slowly up the inside of your thighs, kissing your core once, before dragging his lips back down. He repeated that twice before he finally decided to stop being a tease and devour you shamelessly. He lapped up your existing arousal before softly sucking on your clit, moving his tongue down your folds and into you a few times before just focusing on your clit. He took his middle and ring finger and slipped them both into you, the thick stretch of his fingers nearly sending you over the edge.

You couldn't fucking believe it. All these years, no man has ever been remotely close to even making you cum, and then Javier Peña comes along. He nearly had you unraveling with just his tongue and fingers with such ease that it honest to god seemed way too fucking good to be true.

"Baby you taste so goddamn good. Fuck." Javier mewled, pulling his fingers out of you. He reattached his lips to your clit as he gripped your thighs tighter. You were rolling your hips into his face at this point, but he was making movement nearly impossible with the weight of his arms.

He then solely focused on your entrance, swirling his tongue teasingly around you before slipping his tongue inside of you over and over again. You choked on a gasp at the sensation, feeling a nearly foreign tightening sensation in the pit of your core.

"Javi." You whined, the sensation getting stronger and stronger until your body trembled, a lick of flames coursing through you as you cried out. You convulsed around Javier's tongue as you came, tears pricking the corner of your eyes at the heavenly sensation. He lapped up your sweet arousal, moaning against you before pulling away.

Your chest was heaving up and down uncontrollably ears ringing and mind hazy.

Javier looked down at your disheveled state, truly quite honored to be the first man to ever make you orgasm. He leaned down and pressed a wet kiss to your lips, tasting your own arousal as his tongue slipped into your mouth. You gripped both sides of his face as your lungs began to burn, desperate for some air. You separated from him reluctantly, looking up into his eyes.

The sight before him was truly pornographic. Your hair was disheveled, eyes glossed over and parted, swollen lips glazed with your own cum as you breathed rapidly. As his eyes traveled south, one of your bra straps hung off of your shoulders and your manicured hand rested on your abdomen. Your legs were spread just for him, and he wished he could take a photo of you like this. Not to be a creep, but because you belonged in a museum.

Part of him was secretly happily selfish that he was the only one who could see you like this in this moment, though. To look so fucked out and needy because of him. The thought alone nearly made him cum in his pants.

"How do you feel, corazón?" He asked, standing up to finally take the constraints off of his erection. He groaned softly at the release as his cock hit his stomach, still red and weeping and glistening with pre cum.

"Amazing." Was all you could muster up before hooking your legs around him, causing him to topple over you. He laughed at your sudden movements, both hands resting on either side of your head. Your hands found purchase on either side of his face, thumbs softly caressing his cheeks.

No one had ever been so affectionate with him. A warm feeling invaded his stomach, eyes feverishly scanning yours.

"You have a beautiful smile and laugh, Javi. Why don't you do it more?" You ask, brushing a curl off of his forehead. He leaned down and nudged his nose with yours, softly kissing your lips.

"I'll do it more for you, corazón." He whispers, and you pull him down for another kiss. This one was soft and slow, a much different pace than the previous ones. This one was full of tenderness and care, something you both desperately wanted but never seemed to get.

In the midst of the slow kiss, Javier moved one hand down to grab his cock so he could slide it between your folds. You gasped against his lips and he peered down at you with a gentle gaze, searching your eyes for permission. You grabbed the sides of his legs gently, silently letting him know it was okay.

He pushed into you slowly, and you closed your eyes at the sensation. He stretched you in a way that was so heady, having you feel so full when he got to the hilt. You closed your eyes in pure bliss, and Javier leaned down once more to kiss your forehead softly. Your eyes fluttered open again and met his soft gaze.

"Keep your eyes open and on me, cariño. Wanna see you." He says as he juts his hips forward, causing you to suck in a breath through your teeth.

He started to pump in and out of you languidly at first, but then it became rapid hip snaps against yours. The sound of pounding flesh and ragged breathing was all that was heard in the room. Javier made sure to kiss you everywhere he could possibly reach in this position, even moving down to softly suckle on your erect nipples after tossing your bra somewhere in the room amidst all of this.

Pleasure washed over your body and you felt that familiar heat licking your core once again. He paused for a second to bring your calves back up to his shoulders, this new angle hitting even deeper inside of you. It was hitting a spot you didn't even know was possible. You cried out his name as you tried to keep your eyes open, but it was nearly impossible with the way he was thrusting so deliciously into you.

"Javi, fuck, I'm gonna cum again." You cry, clawing at the bedsheets.

"Yeah? Go ahead, princesa, I'm right here. I've got you." He says, keeping his pace steady. He felt his own orgasm slowly building, and he knew it was a matter of time before he found his own release. Before your hazy mind could even process it, your body was shuttering again as you clamped tightly around his cock. Your orgasm washed over you once more, a little stronger than the last time.

You were so spent and fucked out, but Javier kept going. He was so close to his release, and he wanted to make you cum for him one more time.

"One more time, baby. C'mon, I know you got it in you." His teeth are gritted, jaw clenched and face so determined.

"Fuck, Javi, I-I can't." You cry, your breathlessness catching up to you. Your lungs were constricting and it was hard to breathe, but it burned so fucking good.

"Yes you can baby. I know it." He says, snapping his hips against yours at a relentless pace as he moved a hand down to rub swiftly over your already abused and overstimulated clit.

"Fuck!" You cried, clamping down on him once more but this time, a gush came out of you. That was enough to send Javier over the edge.

"Where do you want me?" His voice was so severely strangled that you barely understood him, and understood the fact that you only had a couple of seconds to answer him.

"Inside, please. Need you." You clawed at his back now, feeling his warmth spill into you at your words. His hips stuttered as they slowed to a halt, and both of you spent several minutes trying to catch your breaths.

He pulled out of you slowly, both of you groaning at the loss of contact. He plopped down beside you, sweat adorning both of your bodies as your chests heaved up and down.

"Fuck, Javi. That was..." You started once you controlled the raggedness of your breath.

"I'm glad." He chuckled, leaning down to kiss your cheek. You both sat in silence as you propped yourself up on your elbow, tracing mindless patterns on his bare chest with your fingertips.

"I should probably head out soon." Your voice is meek once again.

"Actually, I was hoping you'd want to stay." Javier says, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

You hesitated for a moment, before nodding slightly. "Yeah, I'd like that."

And so you and the Agent you swore you despised just days prior to this cuddled up in his bed, not worried about the repercussions that would follow in the morning.

Not the fact that your car was still there at the office and Javier's wasn't, not the fact that you'd be wearing a button-down shirt of his that was way too big on you to work the next day, and definitely not the fact that you two were much friendlier and touchier now more than ever.

It most definitely didn't have anything to do with the fact that you both provided something to each other you haven't had in a long time—

firsts.

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hehehe hope u enjoyed @cool-iguana ily :')

[theenemyod]

I might be bleeding so take this cute little Connie fic (protecting definitely)

Side note Joseph has mentally adopted Constantine already

Tense is inconsistent as always yayyyy

Tw self harm

Why did he do it? He stares at his bleeding wrist then the scissors in his hands. Why why why why why why why.

He thought he'd moved past this. He thought he wouldn't do this anymore. Why why why why why why why why.

What does he even do now? Go to Jericho for help? Or Alastair? Or try to deal with it alone? It stung. It stung a lot.

It was just a what if. Something he'd played around in his mind for a while, for fun. He didn't think he'd end up actually doing it.

Joseph. He could go to Joseph for help. Joseph was a teacher. He'll know what to do far more than anyone in Constantine's year. And Constantine trusted him far more than any of the other Masters.

He pulled on an oversized hoodie over his uniform, just to be safe, and left his room. It's ten at night, early enough for no one to actually be asleep but late enough for people to have gone back to their rooms. Without even looking around he opened the door and walked through the stone hallways.

He could still feel the blood. There was so much of it. This was a mistake. A big mistake. He shouldn't have done it.

He reached the corridor with the Masters rooms. He hesitated, before walking towards the room he knew belonged to Joseph. This was nowhere near the first time this has happened. He didn't think Joseph would be too surprised.

He knocked on the door.

"Yes?" He heard the shout.

"It's me." Constantine hated the way his voice came out. So weak and scared and childish. "Constantine."

"Come in." Joseph said. Constantine immediately opened the door, trying to come up with something to say but eventually giving up and rolling up his sleeve just enough to show Joseph the cut.

The Masters eyes widened slightly. Constantine's eyes filled with tears that he tried hard to blink back. He was fourteen, not four.

"I'm sorry." He whispered. "Can you help... Please?"

Joseph nodded. "Don't... Don't apologise." He rolled up Constantine's sleeve and quickly closed the cut using some sort of healing magic. Constantine was failing at stopping himself from crying. He normally pulled off a blank face easily but couldn't now.

Joseph tried his best to wipe the blood off Constantine's wrist but is distracted by Cons tears.

He opened his mouth then realised he wasn't entirely sure how to comfort the child with words. He carefully wrapped an arm around him. Constantine didn't know how to react for a moment, then clung to Joseph tightly and started crying into his neck. He hadn't had actual physical touch in so long.

"Sorry... Acting like a baby..." Constantine muttered the moment he was calm enough to stop crying, then almost immediately broke down again.

"No, it's okay." Joseph seemed more worried than Constantine thought he'd be. It had been just over three months since Constantine had come to him for something like this. He wiped the tears but didn't try to tell him not to cry. Constantine wanted to see Jericho or Alastair for help as well but didn't want them to worry. They were also only fourteen. They couldn't handle as much as Joseph.

Constantine didn't know how much more he could handle either. But he was scared of death, so he stayed.

"Can I sleep here tonight?" Constantine asked. He didn't want to be alone in his bedroom with the scissors or even the knife. Joseph hesitated. He didn't even know if that was allowed. But with the situation he decided it was better to risk breaking a rule than risk Constantine doing it again.

"Yes." Joseph said eventually. Constantine's grip tightened, and he let himself properly close his eyes for the first time in possibly days without falling asleep. He was bad at feeling safe. He still felt so weak and stupid, more like a small child than a teenager constantly described as acting like an adult. But Joseph kept him safe enough. Joseph was more of a real parent to him than his father or mother.

He didn't want to be vulnerable. He didn't have a choice though, not in a situation like this.

Eventually he allowed himself to relax and quickly fell asleep in the Masters arms, worn out from the experiments and the bleeding.

[allthemusic]

Week ending: 16th October

Finally, after almost a year of British rock and rollers, it's none other than the British rock and roller of all time, Cliff Richard, a man who I suspect I'll be pretty familiar with if I ever actually wrap up this project - because his final top 10 single (so far) was in 2008. That's fifty whole years away, for those of you keeping track!

Move It - Cliff Richard and the Drifters (peaked at Number 2)

Naturally, my immediate thought on seeing the title of this one was "huh, I didn't realise the song from Madagascar was a cover". Which it turns out it is, but it's a cover of a 1993 Reel 2 Reel song. This song is, to my disappointment, a completely different song.

Honestly, it's pretty good, though. I should confess at this point that I wasn't expecting great stakes from Cliff Richard, possibly because I know more of his later, cheesier, poppier stuff. But actually, this is a good, solid rocker. Admittedly, a lot of that's purely thanks to the work of the Shadows - sorry, the Drifters - who bring a reverb-heavy, jangly guitar to the party that's kind of surf-y, or at least surf-adjacent. But Cliff's giving it his all, too, with a respectable amount of moaning and groaning, and little "uh" sounds inserted between words in a vaguely Elvis-esque way.

The song was written by the Drifter's guitarist, Ian Samwell, in response to a newspaper article where a critic apparently was quoted as saying: "So rock’n’roll is dead, is it? My funeral oration consists of just two words: good riddance." Which explains lines in the song about how they say it's gonna die, oh, honey , let's face it, / They just don't know what's-a goin' to replace it. All of which gives you a fascinating glimpse into the world at a point where rock and roll was a brand new phenomenon, and I guess everyone assumed it was going to just die out and they'd go back to - checks lyrics - ballads and calypsos. Except, of course, rock and roll didn't end up dying out, which makes Cliff's lines feel oddly prescient, a sort of glimpse ahead to the music that Cliff himself will end up making for, like, five more decades after this.

And in among it all, some rather standard lines about dancing, the exact sort of thing you'd find in any self-respecting American rock and roll number: Come on pretty baby, let's move it and groove it / Well a shake-a baby shake, oh, honey please don't lose it. Between that, the almost-but-not-quite-an-Elvis-impression delivery, and lyrics about real country music, it's a song that clearly wants to establish it as an inheritor in the whole rock and roll tradition, a "legit" song in the same way a Elvis or Jerry Lee Lewis song would be. Which is kind of interesting - it's not the very first British song to try to do this, but it's probably the most successful and the most convincing we've heart until now.

Like I said up top, I think I just filed Cliff into a "tragically uncool national treasure" category in my head. I knew vaguely that stuff like Move It existed, but I couldn't get past Summer Holiday and Congratulations and Bachelor Boy, and all the later stuff. So yeah, I was pleasantly surprised here. I think having the Shadows around help, too - the guitar, here, is definitely what makes the track work.

Born Too Late - The Poni-Tails (5)

Could there be a better name for a 1950s teenage girl group? Looking them up, they all actually had matching ponytails, too, which is really the bare minimum with a name like that, but it made me happy nontheless. Also, they seem to have worn these adorable matching dresses when performing, too, all very 1950s.

I think the song itself falls into the "teenage girl pop" category that I've been noticing more and more of recently, as exemplified by artists like Connie Francis and the Chordettes. Which is possibly just a spin-off of the "teenage boy music" of Buddy and the Everlys. But the vibes are different, somehow, in a way that I'm inordinately fond of, especially when you get songs like this, that pick up on some relatable romantic dilemma and treat it with a sort of seriousness that only a teenager could really get away with.

In this case, the song's about having a crush on somebody older, as the singer complains about how she was born too late for you to notice me, / To you, I'm just a kid that you won't date, / Why was I born too late? She sees her crush walking round with another girl, and wishes she could be the one to kiss and cuddle with them. It's all told in simple language, with just enough vagueness that it feels less like a specific personal story, and more like some sort of prototypical, universal teenage experience, something that equally teenaged listeners could project their own personal angsts and dramas onto. I can see the appeal, honestly - I'd have lapped this up, if it had come out while I was at school!

And musically, it's also just really good stuff. It's mostly piano, organ and guitar-led, but with these excellent sax bits, and the Poni-Tails themselves just sing very appealingly. I can't explain exactly why, there's just something in their harmonies and earnest melancholy that I like a lot. It's very pretty, and all at a pitch and speed that's very easy to sing along to, maximum angst. You could belt this pretty well in the shower, you know?

Like a few other songs recently, I could see this being used to set the scene in a film or TV show. And indeed, it was apparently used in the 1973 film That'll Be the Day, but apart from that, there's not much, which is frankly criminal - if ever there's been a song that should play over an establishing shot of a 1950s American high school corridor, it's this one.

A Certain Smile - Johnny Mathis (4)

And after two genuinely cool songs, this. It's not uncool, per se, but it's definitely the most conservative of the songs this week. Johnny Mathis is going for a solidly "easy listening" vibe, here, complete with lots of strings, periodic flute and piano flourishes, and some rather operatic backing singers. It's got a lot of dramatic heft, and I wasn't hugely surprised to learn that it was from a film, also called A Certain Smile.

And after two genuinely cool songs, this. It's not uncool, per se, but it's definitely the most conservative of the songs this week. Johnny Mathis is going for a solidly "easy listening" vibe, here, complete with lots of strings, periodic flute and piano flourishes, and some rather operatic backing singers. It's got a lot of dramatic heft, and I wasn't hugely surprised to learn that it was from a film, also called A Certain Smile.

The film is based on a Françoise Sagan novel, Un certain sourire, which is kind of interesting, because she's mostly known for publishing her first novel, Bonjour tristesse, a romance she wrote while she was still a teenager. That was four years ago at this point, but I know in the French-speaking sphere she's still known as this sort of iconic 1950s teenage figure. Putting her in a cultural conversation at least with the Poni-Tails, or maybe even Cliff. That said, A Certain Smile sounds a little less obviously teenaged in its concerns, as a film about a beautiful young Parisian who simultaneously is romancing a young man and his rich, married uncle. Yikes.

Johnny is in the film, but not as a character, just as a bar singer, who appears to sing this song, all about how a certain smile, a certain face / Can lead an unsuspecting heart on a merry chase. The idea is that you can see somebody and instantly fall in love, and even if you fall out of love again, in the hush of night, exactly like a bittersweet refrain / Comes that certain smile to haunt your heart again. It's syrupy and much more wordy than either of our other songs this week, while simultaneously being about a situation I absolutely can't relate to, and I don't think any of this does it any favours, at least in my book.

The only thing I do kind of enjoy is the melody, which keeps going to places I don't expect. The "fleeting glance" line, in particular, catches me off-guard every time I listen. I think it also helps that Johnny goes quiet and gentle on it, rather than choosing to belt those final lines - and he absolutely could have, you can hear where he chooses instead to go for the subtler option. So yeah, some good performance decisions, I'm just not a huge fan of the song.

I feel like this week was just another confirmation of rock and roll's staying power, and the way it's developing and turning into something new. I mean, we got Cliff, singing about how rock and roll's not going anywhere, just developing into something new and fresh, while he's simultaneously setting a precedent for genuinely cool British rock and roll. And then we get the Poni-Tails representing a different, but equally fresh offshoot of rock and roll, all teenaged and girly and earnestly relatable. And then Johnny Mathis. You can't win them all. I feel like Cliff is the most notable. But I don't give my final award for most notable, do I?

Favourite song of the bunch: Born Too Late

[conniesbae]

The Spins 

Pairings: Conrad Fisher x reader

Warnings: Underage drinking/smoking

So, I was listening to The Spins by Mac Miller earlier and this imagine came to mind, idk why lol. The song isn't directly mentioned, but there is a small party scene so you can imagine it playing there. The song was just the inspo for the fic. Enjoy!

I never thought that I would find the type of men that exist in movies or books. The ones that are so beautifully written that you actually fall in love with a fictional character, wishing that someday, someone will show you that type of love. I swore that it would never happen to me, until I met Conrad Fisher.

"Can't we just stay here? I'm already so comfortable laying here with you, don't make me get up."

"We already told everyone that we would go Connie," I laughed at the boy who's laying in between my legs with his head on my chest.

"Did we like sign papers stating; we, Conrad Fisher and y/n y/l/n will be attending Shayla's party," I could feel him smile against me, knowing that he was only trying to make me laugh.

I playfully rolled my eyes, "let's go Connie, we're already late."

Finally after convincing Conrad to get up, I was able to get ready. I neatly wrapped my hair in a claw clip, leaving a few strands out to frame my face. I did some light makeup and changed into a pair of jean shorts and Conrad's Cousin's hoodie.

Conrad, watching me in awe the whole time. His favorite thing to do is admire me. He loves the way I look, everything about me. He wouldn't change anything. He swore up and down that my beauty is unlike anything, and he makes sure to remind me everyday.

"You're so beautiful y/n," he cups my face with his hands and leaves a kiss on my forehead, "please don't ever forget that."

He knows that I have always struggled with self image issues, so he wasn't expecting me to accept his words. He just needed me to know and needed me to hear him say it. I put my hands over his and smiled up at him; that was good enough for him. God, I am so in love with this boy.

We're finally on our way to Shayla's. Conrad's driving with one hand on the wheel, the other hand intertwined with mine. He lets me listen to whatever I want, because he can never say no to me. He'll never admit it, but he prefers my music because he loves to see how happy I get singing along to my favorite songs.

When we make our way into the house, we immediately notice how much fun Jeremiah is having. He's always the life of the party, he swears he can outdrink anybody .

At the party, Conrad never leaves my side. Not because he doesn't trust me, but because that's where he wants to be.

"Y/n you need to have at least one drink," Jere says while handing me a cup.

I don't drink mostly because I can't stand the taste, but also because I have social anxiety and always worried that I would be the annoying drunk that no one wants at the party. But, ever since Conrad has come into my life, I don't worry as much because I know that he will be there.

I smile at Jere and take the cup from him, "fine, but only one."

5 drinks later, Steven and I are seeing who can shotgun the fastest. Finishing first, I threw the can down. Conrad looking proud of me, picked me up while jumping up and down; everyone around us cheering me on.

"How does losing feel Steven," I said.

"I let you win."

"Sure you did," Shayla laughed while they walked away.

"You doing okay?" Conrad asks, noticing that I'm getting pretty drunk.

"Yeah I'm great," I smile at him.

This warms his heart, "good," he says.

"Can we smoke Connie?" I ask while wrapping my arms around him and looking up at him. I know that he's been wanting me to smoke with him but never wants me to feel pressured into doing it.

"You wanna smoke?" He asks with excitement in his voice, rubbing his hands up and down my arms.

"Yes, but not here. I want it to just be us."

"Of course baby, anything you want," he doesn't usually call me baby, but when he does it gives me butterflies.

Since Conrad didn't drink, he's able to drive us back to the house. I felt bad that he wasn't able to drink, I know he likes to. I knew that the reason he didn't was because he wanted to be completely sober and attentive incase I needed anything.

We finally get back into his room, the familiar scent filling my nose. I love being here, it feels like home. I immediately change into a pair of his sweatpants and a t-shirt that's too big on me because of how short I am compared to him.

As Conrad sits on the side of his bed rolling a joint, I can't help but stare at him. He doesn't have a shirt on, only wearing sweatpants. The way his hair falls in front of his eyes makes my heart jump every time. He's so unbelievably perfect. I still can't believe that he's all mine, that he wants me.

"Okay you get first hit," he hands the joint and a lighter to me.

"You always say that whoever rolls it gets first hit."

"You're not Steven or Jere. You get first hit," he looks at me, his eyes full of love.

I put the joint to my lips and light it. Hitting it for a good ten seconds, I inhaled and blew it out. Surprisingly, I didn't cough as much as I thought I was going to, but my throat still burned.

"You okay? That was a big first hit," Conrad grabbed my hand, rubbing his thumb over the back of it; always worrying about me.

After my last cough, I look at him, my eyes feeling heavy, "yes," I said smiling.

"Your eyes are so red," he shakes his head and laughs.

"Your turn," I hand it to him.

He pulls me onto his lap so that I'm straddling him. He hits the joint and then motions for me to open my mouth, which I do, and then he blows the smoke into my mouth. I can see in his eyes that he enjoyed it, and I did too.

We finish the joint while talking about anything and everything. This is what I love most about us, we never run out of things to talk about.

"I liked that," I looked into his eyes. Those blue eyes always do something to me.

His eyes travel from my lips, up to my eyes, back to my lips, "kiss me."

I lean into him, pressing my lips to his. Our lips fit perfectly together, like they were made for each other. We pull away, and he grabbed my hands and kissed the back of each one.

"I love you so much y/n," he says, almost in a whisper.

He makes my heart so full, I never thought that I would have what we have. He's the most amazing person ever, there's no one like him.

I leaned in to hug him, "I love you so much Connie."

[fischltao]

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AOT SQUIRTING HEADCANONS

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request by: @multi-fandoms-stuff

"can I pretty request an imagine for aot eren, erwin, levi, connie, armin, jean, reiner, bertolt, ymir, and mikasa about them making there s/o squirt for the first time and there reaction, have the reader get all shy and trys to hide her face??"

notes: ahhh thank you so much for requesting, again im very sorry for the delay and late update, im back on writing now!

warnings: smut, squirting, overstimulation, bodily fluids

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Eren Jeager:

You and Eren have got it going on for a few hours with him and his titan stamina plunging into you without letting you rest for a minute. You haven't even kept track of how long it's been or how many times he's made you cum that night, only focusing on his cock stretching you open and the way he is holding your throat. It's not long until your next orgasm arrives but oh, this time it feels different and suddenly you're squirting all over him and his cock as he keeps fucking you deeper and harder.

"Eren, I need to clean up, Im so sorry I didn't know this would happen, oh my-" You wail while pushing your hands over your face but instead of him stopping he just snaps his hips against yours harder and says:

"No. You're doing it again" Needless to say, you do, indeed.

Erwin Smith:

On your break you had snuck inside Erwin's office to steal a couple of kisses which soon ended up with you laying on the table all over his paperwork and him taking out his emotions on your poor pussy, to the point where you swear someone's going to walk in with a noise complain- not just due to your loud moans- but also due to the fact that his unsteady table is repeatedly creaking on the wooden floor.

"Erwin, I'm so close, Erwin I-ERWIN" You scream as you realize what is actually happening and not being able to hold it in. Both of you are freaking the fuck out. On any other situation he would find this really hot and treat you so good for squirting on him but you just came all over important papers which needed to be delivered awfully soon and neither has zero idea of what the hell you're supposed to do now. You freaking out must have been even louder than your sex noises and now you're adamant that everyone heard.

This was a different walk of shame

Levi Ackerman:

He had just changed the sheets to your shared bedroom when you walked in half naked after your shower, instantly igniting something inside him. The past few weeks had been really tiring for both and the only way to take your exhaustion away was having you bounce on his cock until you were in tears and shaking.

"You're gonna cum baby? I'm so fucking close too" He whispered in your ear like a lullaby in-between heavy breaths as he moved your hair out of your face and locked his eyes with yours. His movements were so gentle and passionate until you both grew desperate for your release and soon he was guiding your hips faster and sloppier while smacking your ass. It wasn't long until you started shaking while he filled you up. After you both came down from your highs you gained awareness of your surroundings and immediately shrunk to yourself.

"What are you hiding away for?"

"You just changed the sheets"

"I can always put another ones" He said awkwardly as you tried to shift away from his lap, when he pulled you right back in "It would be a shame if i changed them while they're only this wet. We might as well just ruin them completely"

Connie Springer:

Sasha and Jean were sleeping on the couch next to you after a nice dinner and Connie was feeling really turned on, right from the start of the night when you felt his fingers creeping up inside your panties and circling over your clit before teasing their way inside.

"Can we at least go somewhere isolated? I feel bad for-" You choked trying not to make a sound as his finger where now dipping in and out of your cunt in a desperate need of feeling your walls clench around them "Connie-"

"It's too comfy here, try to be more quiet baby" He whispered back as he lifted your skirt and pushed his tip inside not letting it all in but rather slipping it in and then pulling out and rubbing on your clit until you felt yourself cumming. Hard.

You were trying so hard to not make a noise until you realized what actually happened and turned around to look at your boyfriend in shock with heat rising up your cheeks. This cheeky motherfucker was looking back at you with the biggest smirk before plunging his entire length inside. Definitely proud of himself... And you definetely have to clean up before a) Jean and/or Sasha wake up b) Captain Levi haunts your dreams.

Jean Kirschstein:

Jean and you had been sent on different expenditions for the week so it was safe to say that you really missed spending time with each other. And him inside you.

Once he closes his room's door he already has you pushed against the wall and taking you right there while standing up. Jean is the romantic type but missing you made him desperate for your touch. You were sure you were seeing stars at one point, the way he pressed against you was magnificent and it just kept getting better and better until you felt the bubble inside you burst and soon your juices were everywhere on the floor. Everywhere.

You instantly felt like hiding away and audibly apologized while he still fucked the shit out of you. Confused he started slowing down and voiced his concern over your sudden apology until he realized what went down and blushed. 'Thats it, its over' you thought. Suddenly the most unexpected thing happened. A huge smile crept on his face "I made you squirt! Oh my god you look so hot, I bet Eren would never be able to make a girl sq-" He exclaimed before you kicked his leg.

Armin Arlet:

Armin is such a sweet young man. He had you laid on the bed for him as he slowly fucked into you, gasping in between kisses and telling you just how much he loves you. Gaining more confidence in yourself your moans became louder and louder and soon his pace changed into sharp and quick thrusts.

Your orgasm hit you like a freight train and cherished the way he was the one to make you scream and breathe like that. He felt so blessed that you chose him as the man to have inside your velvet walls and-

Why is the bed wet? Did the rain get through the wooden roof? Why are you trying to hide away? Armin genuinely had no clue.

"Is everything okay baby? Do you feel uncomfortable with the waters?" He asked as more color rose up to your cheeks, refusing to look in his eyes as you awkwardly tried to explain what had happened was not a leak in the roof "What did you say?"

"I squirted"

"Oh"

"Yes"

"This is way more exciting than a leaking roof...Way more"

Reiner Braun:

Reiner is an emotional man and it shows when you get intimate with each other. One time he has you on all fours, with a finger deep in your asshole as he rails your guts.

"Noone else can fuck you like that fuck- what is it baby, is there anyone else that will fuck you this good? Have you crying from their cock? Use your words princess come on" He gasped as his own tears were threatening to fall, seeking emotional validation as well as pleasure as you tried to form a coherent sentence while sobbing "Didn't think so darling, you're such a whore for me"

And in the heat of the moment the offspring of his actions and words erupted from your throat as a loud scream and your juices squirted all over his lap for the first time. The sighting made Reiner cum in an instant and neither had the energy to talk about it, until he embraced you tightly from behind and thanked you for allowing him to be with you and sharing your most vulnerable moment with him.

Berthold Hoover:

His cock felt so good as you bounced on it . In a way it was therapeutic and for the past 7 minutes you've been in this position you've felt constantly on the edge and your thighs burned until sweet release washed you over and soon you were clasping poor Bert's shoulders as you screamed and squirted all over him while he pulled his dick out of your spent pussy and slapped its head on your clit as he watched more liquid come out.

After your orgasm died down a little, instant shame washed over you and you tried hopping away before he hugged you tightly and swayed you without realizing that hes accidentally rubbing you on his cock again and that you are about to pass out....

Ymir:

Ymir is a big tease. A really big one. Proof being her refusing to finally push her fingers inside your soaked slit, instead choosing to just rub up and down while slipping half an inch inside before you grew desperate and moved your own fingers to your clit and rubbing vigorously.

"Fuck" You heard her exclaim before plunging two of her fingers inside "Don't stop touching yourself baby, wanna make you cum like that" She commanded as her fingers dove in and out as fast as she could while you screamed under her touch. Your orgasm came fast and before you knew it, Ymir was soaking wet with your juices . "Never knew my girl could squirt, makes me wish I ate you out instead" She says before diving in.

Mikasa Ackerman:

It was a quiet night with Mika as you laid on your bed next to each other. Your conversation ended with your fingers in her pussy and hers in yours. Both struggled with the pace as you chased your release and her moans in your ear caused you to lose control and instantly let go and clench around her fingers as clear liquid soaked the sheets right beneath you and she turned her head to look at you in awe.

"I'm so sorry Mikasa I didn't know this would-"

"Do you think I can do this too?" She asked with flushed cheeks and an innocent look on her face.

"Eh? Squirt?" You asked and before she had the chance to nod you took out the dildo from your drawer and plunged it deep into her dripping pussy.

[complexgods]

hihi, i saw u still do aot posts so i wanted to req a perverted gn or m reader who wants to fuck jean but jean doesnt know theyre a virgin and teases them for being slutty <3 -S

Hello! Sorry this took so so long, I hope you like it!

Warnings: Jean Kirschtein x gn!reader, bottom!reader, alcohol, drunk sex (consensual!!), teasing, slight degradation, praise, Jean is a little shit but it's ok we love him, loss of virginity, aftercare, Modern AU, College AU (Also Idk how frat houses work! I'm too lazy to google it, so if I did it wrong I'm so sorry, I'm European)

A/N: I haven't written on here in so long, I feel like I've forgotten how to. I hope this is okay <3

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

You've always had a thing for Jean, that was no secret. Ever since you joined university and saw him for the first time, looking nonchalant in class but smart as a whip, you could never get enough of him. Everyone that took a second to notice what was going on was quick to tease you about your little crush on him, but that didn't stop you from admiring from afar, maybe sneaking some peeks when he was drunkenly dancing at frat parties, revealing some of his perfectly toned body and saving the imagery for later. Soon, that wasn't enough, though. You wanted him, you wanted him so bad it hurt. You thought you were safe looking from afar, sneaking glances and subtly trying to get Jean's attention every so often, asking him somewhat unnecessary questions about the homework or offering to study with him, maybe your hands lingering a second too long on his arm when you tried to get his attention. You shared a few classes and mutual friends, after all, so you hoped it wouldn't seem too weird. Whatever it took, you wanted to be around Jean as much as possible, and you almost got away with it. Almost. But, of course, Jean loved the attention and the way you flirted with him didn't go unnoticed by him, even though he might've led you to believe otherwise.

The music was loudly thumping in your eardrums, the bass reverberating in your chest as you made your way through the crowd of people to get yourself a drink. You wore semi-casual clothes, albeit the best fitting pants you owned because you knew Jean would be there- you figured you might as well try and grab his attention while you were at it. As expected, you found Eren and Armin talking in low voices in the kitchen of the frat house, standing way too close to one another for it to be platonic. Not giving them any more attention for the sake of giving them some semblance of privacy, you grabbed yourself a plastic cup, pouring yourself a drink before moving to mingle with people in the living room. You didn't know many people, so you simply downed your drink, filling it up again as you were trying to get drunk as quickly as possible.

"Oh, hey!" Jean greeted you friendly, and you almost squeaked in surprise, not having seen Jean enter a room. You tried to hide your embarrassment, smiling friendly at him.

"Hey there! You surprised me, I didn't see you."

"Oh really? What a shame, I noticed you immediately entering the room." Jean pouted in a mocking fashion but quickly broke character, opting for his charming smile instead.

"It's nice to see you here!" Jean all but shouted over the suddenly increasing music. You couldn't help but grin at his words. He was happy to see you. That felt nice.

"You too!" You smiled and sneakily glanced him up and down. He was wearing those pretty rings that made his hands look god-like, and you couldn't help but wonder how they would feel gripping your hips as he slammed into you-

Your train of thought got interrupted by Connie calling you onto the dancefloor, and your head whipped back so suddenly, it startled even Jean.

"YO THIS IS OUR SONG! COME DANCE WITH ME"

You apologised to Jean, who simply gestured to the makeshift dancefloor, implicating that it was fine by him, as you ran to join Connie to do your usual dance routine, and maybe you made sure to move your body a tad more sensually in the hopes Jean was watching, but who was to say.

You got lost in the music, only taking a break from dancing in order to take a shot with Connie and to fill up your cup, but you were so focused on the banger playlist that Connie and Sasha made that you didn't even realise the way Jean was staring at you, casually sipping his drink as he sat on the couch, very clearly enjoying the view from there. After what felt like ten minutes but was closer to an hour, you crashed back down on the couch- right next to Jean. He was looking at your flushed face with an amused smile.

"Hey there." He said casually, scooching over to give you more space. You smiled when he said your name after you didn't respond. You loved the way he sounded out the syllables, how sexy it sounded when he said it. You wondered how it sounded when he moaned it.

"Mmmh hi" You closed your eyes, wiping some sweat from your brow.

"How're you feeling?" He asked as you slumped to the side, resting your head on his shoulder. You might've been a little drunker than anticipated, which seemed to work in your favour. You were always quite affectionate when you were drunk, most people have mentioned finding it endearing.

"You're so pretty," you slurred, looking up at Jean with a smile before resting your head on his shoulder once more, completely ignoring his question. You didn't even completely register what you said before Jean answered.

"Is that so?" he chuckled. "Well, you're not too bad yourself," he spoke in a low voice, his breath hot on the shell of your ear.

Your head whipped up at that, and as you were trying to get a read on him, you noticed that he was staring intensely at you, a glint of mischief in his eye that you couldn't ignore. He leaned closer to you to whisper the next words into your ear.

"Don't think I don't know what you're doing here," his hand was now inching up your thigh- not much, and it seemed innocent enough, but that touch was enough to have your entire body on fire.

"Whaddya mean?" You asked, trying to sound innocent, but the alcohol betrayed you. You of course knew exactly what you were doing.

"You teasing me like that, flirting with me, leaving me wondering if you're ever gonna make a move, but instead all you've done is made me half-hard by just dancing in front of me…"

His confession made your breathing stop for a second, you didn't dare move in case it was a dream. The next words, however, caught you even more off guard.

"You're just a little slut, aren't you? Teasing me even though you probably get more dick than most of the people here, huh?" His fingers were tracing shapes on your knees as he was talking, and it made it hard to focus.

"N- No…" You shook your head, hiding your face by turning it more into Jean's shoulder. He smelled so nice.

"No? You're meaning to tell me you've never thought about how it'd feel if I made you scream out my name? Forgetting about all partners you had beforehand, make you beg for my cock?"

"That's not… Not true…" You tried arguing, looking up at him with a frown.

"What isn't true? That you don't want to fuck me?" His voice might be teasing but you started to get frustrated. You sighed. He was so dense. Sobering up ever so slightly, you looked him dead in the eye.

"No, Jean. I do want to fuck you. Badly. I just never… Had sex before. With anyone."

That caught his attention, the hand on your knee freezing in place.

"Hold up- You're a virgin?" He seemed so surprised, and you simply shrugged.

"Yeah. So what? Doesn't mean 'm a prude." You weren't really embarrassed, you just never got around to having sex yet. But you knew you wanted this with Jean, and as if to prove a point, you slipped a hand in between his thighs, rubbing the inside of it ever so slightly.

"I can see that-" Jean retorted, removing your hand from his thigh. "You sure you want this though? You are drunk…" He seemed genuinely concerned, and it was sweet. But you preferred it when he called you a slut.

"I'm certain, Jean. I've wanted you ever since I saw you in the lecture halls."

That was all it took for Jean to take your hand, leading you to his bedroom of the frat. As soon as the door closed behind you, his lips were on yours and his hand was at the back of your neck, pulling you forward and tipping your head so he could easily access your mouth, slipping his tongue inside almost possessively. You moaned as he pulled you flush against him, his hand slipping into your hair, messing it up as you awkwardly waddled towards the bed.

A string of saliva connected your lips as you finally parted for air, sitting down on the bed in the process. You felt light-headed and beyond horny, so it wasn't long until you silently begged for more, laying back and pulling Jean with you. You didn't know when Jean took off his shirt, but you appreciated the way his tone muscles flexed at every single teasing touch, his body shivering whenever your fingers caressed a particularly sensitive spot. Jean made sure you were laying comfortable on the mattress, kissing a hot trail down your neck, sucking hickeys along your collarbone as he unbuttoned your shirt, placing a knee in between your legs, pressing against your sex so deliciously, you couldn't help but whine slightly at the pressure.

"Fuck, you're so hot." He breathed out, and the way he looked up at you with kiss-swollen lips had you unconsciously bucking your hips against his thigh. "And so eager-" he teased, returning to removing your clothing, a mouth latching onto one of your nipples, making you gasp. You never felt this sensation before and it made you beg for more.

Once he finally got your jeans off, Jean slid further down your frame, pulling off your underwear, exposing your sex to the air. You gasped as he licked a stripe along it, sucking slightly at your sensitive spot. The hand that wasn't holding onto your hips made their way to your mouth, brushing against your lips with a silent command; suck. So, you did. Once he was satisfied, he pulled his fingers out your mouth, immediately moving them to your hole, probing the entrance slightly before slipping a finger in.

"Jean… Feels so good-" You moaned as he added a second finger, stretching you nicely. His fingers felt way better than yours, and you knew you'd get addicted to the way his fingers brushed against your sensitive spot inside you, making your toes curl, opening you up and prepping you for him.

"Mgonna make you feel so full, baby," Jean promised, grabbing a condom from the side of his bed, ripping the packet open with his teeth. No matter how tacky it really was, right at that moment, it was the hottest thing you've ever seen in your life.

As he rolled the condom over his rather impressive length, you couldn't help but marvel at the ease with which Jean did all this- how experienced was he, really? You didn't want to think about it too much, nor could you because with one last "you ready?" he slowly sunk the head into your tight hole, groaning lowly at the way you clenched around him. He took it slow, making sure you were comfortable as he filled you to the brim, just like he promised. Once he started to move, you could see stars.

"Shit- Jean… You feel so good, ah fuck," you didn't prevent the moans from slipping past your lips anymore, being too far gone to care about potential eavesdroppers.

"That's right, baby, you're doing so good for me, shit-" he gripped your legs as he fucked impossibly further into you, hitting spots inside you you didn't even know existed. You were in heaven.

"You're a slut after all, huh? Just for me. My pretty slut…" You weren't sure if Jean actually registered what he was babbling about, his pace quickening as the slapping sound of skin against skin echoed through the room, the music from the party ebbing away as the chorus of moans from the two of you took over.

"Jean… Wanna cum, pl- please make me cum" You couldn't help but beg the man towering over you, and it seemed like your begs made Jean get close too, his cock throbbing inside you.

"You're squeezing me so tight- fuck… Cum for me-" He growled through gritted teeth, clearly holding back so you could cum first. How thoughtful-

You came without much more warning, your back arching and your hips moving against Jean's as he finished as well, spilling inside his condom. He slowed his hips as he rode out both your orgasms, his hips finally coming to a halt after a while. He pulled out with a hiss, and you admired the red marks on your thighs from where Jean's hands gripped you earlier.

"Fuck that was so good…" You sleepily said as Jean softly kissed your neck, holding you close to him as you both came down from your highs.

"'Mglad…" He mumbled, your naked bodies entangled on the bed, holding each other close and softly kissing each other.

"Connie's never going to let us hear the end of this." You sighed, hearing Jean chuckle as you slowly fell asleep in his arms.

[paradisdementor]

My number one 🥇| Connie x Reader MINORS DNI (18+)

C.W: STEP-CEST, HELLA DIRTY TALKING, DEGRADATION, PRAISING AND A LITTLE YANDERE I THINK? IDK LMAO.

FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, IF YOU'RE NOT INTO THIS, KEEP SCROLLING.

Connie knew, he wasn't blind.

He saw the way Jean and you looked at each other, the slight touches, the texting across the room, the whispers, everything. He kept telling himself he was being overprotective because he was your older brother and definitely NOT because he was jealous.

He really couldn't help it, that nasty sensation in his stomach whenever Jean had his hands on you, how he would lean in to whisper something and his lips grazed the shell of your ear. He hated the way his chest would get tight every time you mentioned Jean, he hated feeling like he was coming in second place to him.

Connie also knew it was wrong, the things he thought about you late at night when his hand was wrapped tightly around his aching cock. He knew he shouldn't be thinking about you like this but it couldn't be helped, you were so cute, so innocent, and so so addictive. He'd fantasized so many times about you at this point, how you'd look in every position, the things you'd say to him , your pretty sounds. But he didnt know just how much he wanted you to himself ,until that night when he heard it, that name leaving your lips.

"J-Jean... Oh fuck Jean, more ... Fuck me harder. Oh Jean"

Connie stopped dead in his tracks outside your door, he almost drops his phone once he heard you moaning his best friend's name. He couldn't believe what he was hearing, but he also couldn't help getting hard at the sinful sounds coming from the other side. He carefully opened the door and was greeted by a sight only available in his mind late at night.

"Shit..."

He whispered to himself, you layed on your back wearing nothing but an oversized shirt, your fingers worked making circles on your puffy clit and your juices dripped down on the bed. You opened your eyes spotting your older brother standing in the doorway, his print visible over his sweats as he stared at you like you were his prey.

"C-Connie!! Wait wait, let me explain. It's not-"

"Save it, I already know"

He closed the door behind him and walked towards you as he got rid of his shirt first, then his sweats, he couldn't be happier both of your parents left for the weekend. You stared at him attentively as he got closer.

"What do you mean? What are you doing?"

He pulled his boxers down, his tip was red and heavy, it shined with precum that sticked to his stomach. He got on the bed and immediately settled his body between your legs. He moved your hands that were once covering your core, a deep groan was heard from him as he stared at your glistening pussy, he dreamed of knowing what it tasted like and felt around him, the anticipation was killing him.

"Have y'all fucked?"

He swallowed thickly after asking and felt as if his heart was about to jump out of his chest. His fingers trailed up and down your cunt, you sighed at the feeling, your hips moving on their own asking to be touched.

"No..."

He stared at you.

"Well, we've only um... Done small things"

"What small things? He's touched you?"

His hands spread your legs, his grip around your inner thighs was tight.

"I um, we weren't sure we were ready for sex but, we've...dry humped and-"

"And?"

The grip got tighter, you could see some veins in his neck looking like they were ready to pop.

"And he's f-fingered me b-before"

You've never seen Connie like this, part of you loved it and the other part was terrified of what he could do.

"How? Like this?"

He pushed two fingers in and immediately found that spongy spot that took Jean a while to find. Connie was skilled at everything that he did so it didn't surprise you he was amazing at this as well.

"Oh...fuck, that feels so good"

"Yeah? Was he able to make you feel like this with his fingers too?"

His thumb played with your clit as fingers inside rubbed that sweet spot over and over. Your back arched against the mattress and your soft moans were unstoppable.

"No, never ... Please don't stop Connie"

As if you've used reverse psychology, he stopped at once. You were about to whine about it until you felt his hands on your hips, he flipped you over on your stomach and pulled your ass up laying a pillow underneath you. He was manhandling you as if you were a rag doll, he didn't even give you time to register his next move until you felt him slide his cock inside you.

"Holy fuck... I knew you would feel so good but, not as good as this, shit you feel like heaven"

He began to move disregarding how big his cock was and the stretch it took for you pussy to take him in. His pelvis hit your ass over and over at such a delightful pace that had you forgetting Jean in an instant.

"Tell me sis, do you wish this was him? Do you wish this was his cock inside you right now hm?

"N-no!! Fuck no, ugh please harder!!"

"You're such a fucking slut you know that? Wanting to fuck my best friend, doing all that disgusting shit with him and now you're taking my cock. Who would've thought you could be such a good girl, taking everything I have to give you"

His thrust here harsh, you could feel his anger every time he went inside you.

"C-Connie, were you jealous?"

He stopped and you realized your mistake, it made you wish you had a time machine to go back and stop yourself from asking such a dumb question. He reached out to take a hand full of your hair and pulled you back until you were arching your back, you were sure your neck would ache for days.

"You really have some nerve asking that. I've been wanting nothing more than to make you mine, I can't count the times I've touched myself to you"

He began to move again, his thrust were now hard and slow, he wanted to make sure you could feel every inch.

"All the times I cried your name at night wishing you were underneath me, how I wanted to feel you, taste you, all while watching Jean have you... It's not fair..."

You felt yourself getting closer, he could feel you, he moaned at how your pussy hugged him with every stroke.

"If this is what it takes for you to understand that you are mine then so be it. I want to hear you say it, tell me sis, who's pussy is this?"

"Yours Connie!!"

"Want to cum?"

"Yes!! Please please please, I'm so close"

"Tell me then-" he leaned closer "- tell me you love me, that I'm the only one that can make you feel like this.... Tell me you love me more than him, how bad you want your big brother's cock"

You blushed at his command, you were so close to your climax and wanted nothing more than to cum not only on him, but with him.

"You, I love you Connie, I'm all yours. Please let me cum, I want to cum so bad"

Tears began to form and one spilled down your cheek, he wouldn't admit how bad that broke his heart, but he needed you to know he had to be the only one.

"You sound so pathetic asking for my cock, it's so cute sis... Next time you're with Jean, I want you to remember who fucked you dumb, who's cock you cried for and who's cock you're ALWAYS going to come back to. My pretty little slut of a sis, I know he'd kill to have you like this hm..."

He began to slow down, with a few more thrust he was spilling his seed inside you. You felt him bite your shoulder to muffle his cries, you came right after him, his moans were so pretty you just couldn't hold it in anymore.

"Fuck... I love you... I love you so much"

He said in your ear as he kissed the spot he bit, he kissed your shoulders and back as he pulled out slowly.

"Love you too Connie"

He swore he felt his heart melt, he was so happy to hear you say it. He stood up, put his clothes back on, and kissed your forehead before heading out.

"Oh and one more thing sis"

He stopped, looked over his shoulder to you and said with such seriousness you knew he was for real.

"If i see Kirstein laying a hand on you again, I'll make sure to have him watch me fuck you next time..."

And with that he left to his room, satisfied and content knowing he got to keep his status as your number one.

🏷: @the-princess-button @melanieph @we-are-so-close @myarlert @foryeager

[monstas1ut2]

2/3 Eren Yeager (Smut Warning!)

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That's why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat motherfucka!

The screenshot sound was pretty loud as your back went up and down like a roach sprayed with raid. The male on the other side of the phone laughing his ass off. Well, he wasn't the only one.. but he's the one who took the screenshot.

"Delete that shit, don't put it on Instagram Connie!" Your pretty face was immediately in the camera's view. Your eyes a little wide at the fact that you were caught off guard. But at the same time, you let yourself go in front of the group. That's your wrong doing. But it made them smile nonetheless.

The people who were on the call at the moment were Connie, Jean, and Sasha. The rest were either too bothered to be in such a crackhead group, or they were busy.. probably the first one. Anyways, everyone in first period happened to be your friend, they were all different but they adored you nonetheless... even Annie... she just hides hers pretty well. Anyways, It's almost the end of senior year already and the bond is hard to break..

"That's my favorite song, you can't be catchin a hoe off guard.." you scolded the bald male who still happened to be laughing. His controller in his hand since he was playing nba2k. Jean was also playing but at the moment he was trying to figure out what you were doing.. and he's mad he didn't see..

"What did she do now?!"

"She was throwing her back out of place!" Sasha muffled out as she was stuffing her cheeks with a Hershey chocolate bar. She was also watching Hell's Kitchen on her tv, you could hear it.

"Daddy Jean aint need to hear all that.." you playfully spoke as you bit your lip at him. It was obvious he liked you, not to the point where he wanted a relationship though.. he's just a bit of a man whore.

Though everytime you mumble a 'Daddy Jean' , he's all for it. That's yo bitch.

After a bit of a pause of talking, Connie had picked up his phone and you were now cleaning the table that was in your room. The last time you were in this room, you didn't even have time to clean... Your father was screaming for you to hurry.

Let's explain, this weekend, you are visiting Hange, your mother . She missed you so she invited you to stay for a few days. Today is Friday so you have the whole weekend with her. She had planned Saturday and Sunday. Not to mention, Monday is a holiday so no school. 

"Hey guys... uh Armin and Eren having a party.. y'all comin?"

All while Sasha said yes, along with Jean.. you were still jamming to 2-pac spitting his shit. Your hand movements not going unseen by the three on your phone. So in result of not having a response from you, Connie screamed oh so suddenly which caused you to jump pretty high.

"What the Fuck is yo problem!? You bein held by gunpoint nigga?" Your voice showing 1% concern as you moved closer to the phone on your dresser and you stared into it.. quite surprised still.

"(Y/n)... you makin my hair fall out..." Connie spoke as he gave a sarcastic smile and... wow it was hard for everyone to suppress their laughter... your face would turn purple instead of red though..

"Ight~... watchu want?..."

"Eren-"

"Oooh, Eren.." you spoke in interest, your long eyelashes fluttering. This however made Jean and Connie 'throw up' at the same time. All while you rolled your (e/c) eyes.

"Yall do too much-.. and Jean, stay in yo game ight?.. befo I come through the screen and punch-"

"Eren havin a party.. are you going..?"

Tilting your head in slight disbelief that Connie interrupted you. Your eyes rolled as you looked to the side. Obviously leading them on, but at the same time they knew that Hange will let you go...

"Fine. But somebody pickin me up.. and Sasha cuz boo-boo can't drive worth a dime.."

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As much as you hated it, you sat uncomfortably in the dodge... Ugh... It's just something about you and dodge's. The cars radiate fuck boy energy, and guess who happened to be driving this car? Jean..

Though he let you sit in the passenger seat just because. Your eyes staring out the window as you messed with the stockings you had on. They were in a bit of a web, that was the design. You also had on a plaid skirt and this crop top with some white platforms. Oh you looked scrumptious.

The person who put this outfit together in the first place was Hange.

"Baby Jean, you need a new car... cuz-"

"It radiates Fuck boy energy.. you said it the first time you ever saw it... I know.." Jean pouted as he continued to drive to Eren's house. Who was shared with Armin. The two always lived together, some speculated that they were... sparkle sparkle.. gay.. but they aren't.. not that you would've minded.. it just would've been a bummer.

"(Y/n)... Didn't Your father take your car away...?"

Glaring back at Connie, who was wearing a white shirt with black pants and some timbs. You rolled your eyes and looked through your window again.

"Yeah but my car is a Mitsubishi.."

The neighborhood around these parts were quite pretty. Just like where you lived with your dad. But at the same time you were confused as to how Eren and Armin could afford such a place. The first thing popping in your mind being. Drug dealer and then you thought about what Sukihana said about dating them...

That's probably why Levi didn't want you around him... Yeah.. This whole senior year has been Levi making sure Eren doesn't sit beside you... nor have a project with you... It's like he barely existed at first. Though you always had these ways to talk to him. He's not even that bad.. he's quite the hottie and he knows what to say... he's just a flirt, and you edge him on every time...

"(Y/n)! Can you come with me to find the food?"

Snapping out of those thoughts of Eren, you didn't even realize Jean had already parked. A small 'mhm' coming from your throat as you opened the car door. Everyone else doing the same. Lord it was a bunch of people out here. People were outside and inside which was baffling honestly.

A soft hand touched your wrist and started to drag you towards the house door. It was Sasha, her mouth almost watering for something to eat. She told Eren to make sure there was extra cheese in the fridge for her. Hidden... and lo and behold when you both shimmied through the crowd, the cheese was in the fridge. Her eyes beaming as she grabbed some chips as started eating like it was her last meal, nothing out of the ordinary.

"This music actually hits..." you spoke out to nobody in particular as your hips started to move ever so gently. Though as nice as your body was, it looked more seductive than anything. Popping one of those chips into your mouth as your hips continued to wine ever so gently.

The looks you were getting, not only lustful but want... The way your long dreads just complimented your look had only made it worse. The second you decide to stop, it seemed like everyone stopped looking at you. In slight despair that you'd stopped. Though one individual in particular was continuing to stare...

His hand, wrapped around the cup as he'd sipped at the liquid inside. The black ring on his middle finger caused his hand to look hotter than it already was. He had these prominent veins that would just look so pretty on your brown skin...

"She likes you too..." the blonde that was a tad bit shorter spoke to his childhood friend, Eren.

"What makes you say that..." lord, somehow over all this music, and his low tone... you could still feel the vibration of Eren's voice. Just glancing from the kitchen as Eren was sitting on the couch in the living room. Leaning back like he owned the place... well he did.

Fine ass..

Giving him a bit of a stare, your glossy lips curved into a smirk as you glanced at him up and down. All before turning your attention back to your friend who was having the time of her life eating...

"So Sash.. what's up with you and Connie...? Yall gon date.. or-"

"(Y/n)!"

"My bad.. my bad.. I just wanted to know"

The party was a bit lively, more than anything since this is a longer weekend. So everyone was happy.. including you because they were playing your favs. So of course your body started to move again. That skirt of yours being a paid actress in helping you look more hot. Though, what you did not expect was someone coming up behind you...

Now that's nasty..

You whipped your head around about to give them an earful... though... you saw that smexy... face and you looked kinda shocked...

"Oh..." you choked out before turning your head again.. Eren's evil little smirk had caught you off guard. It boosted his confidence even more that you didn't feel the need to even move away from him. His hands slithering onto your full hips.

Man, he was really risking everything this time... considering your father is.. Levi...

This however was thrown out of the window because of the fact that you could feel Eren's... crotch against that thick form of yours. That little smirk on your face only widening as you started to gently rub against him, your back bending over somewhat.

His long brown hair then started to ever so gently fall in front of his face as his greenish eyes stared hard into your body. That harsh little grip on your waist made you feel all different types of high. Gawd.

"You like that huh...? I know.." your cute, but seductive voice made Eren chuckle just a tad. It causing you to almost choke on those words.. This man didn't need to TRY to be hot... he was already smexy.

His hands then started to travel up your body to your arms and he gently pulled you up towards him, your back against his scrumptious chest. All you could do was open your mouth a bit, quite surprised that he wanted to be this close with you.

"Eren... You a lil close... you needa tell me sum?"

The way you spoke, the way you carried yourself... it was new to Eren when he first met you.. but he got used to it real quick and he noticed he wanted something he never knew existed.. and that was you.

"Can't tell you here... but I can tell you in the bedroom..." Eren purred out, his voice smooth as a babies skin, smooth as butter. It caused you to tingle, the female between your legs wanting that more than anything.

Biting your glossy lips, the room started to become hotter than it already was. The people who were in the house started to pile out of the main and started to go outside. It was quite cold outside as well, but the party continues.

"Where the hell is (Y/n)..." Jean spoke to himself as he watched Connie and Sasha become drunks in two seconds. It was obvious he himself could not drink since he is the driving parent tonight.. but he now had nothing to do... he's just wondering where... you are..

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"S-..Shit Eren~..."

The (f/c) nails you had were now digging into Eren's muscular arms as his lips caressed your neck. The seductive kisses making dark marks on your brown, beautiful skin.

Your head being thrown back onto the soft black pillow as your pretty toes curled. Feeling Eren's slender fingers inside of your pussy. His intimidating green eyes watching your every expression, every move. Seeing that your crop top was already rolled up over your pretty chocolate mound breasts that were covered with your bra.

"E-Eren, s-stahp..." choking that out, you could hear the loud rip of your stockings when Eren moved his hand out of them. The wetness of your brown pussy lips being known pretty well when Eren's fingers slid your panties to the side.

"You don't want me to stop... huh...?"

"N-No.."

The electricity shocked through you when you watched Eren stare down into your eyes. Lust and want, all in them as his key necklace dangled in front of your face ever so gently.

His shirt immediately being discarded as he watched your pussy pulse from his fingers being pulled away from it. It was amazing to him how much you wanted him.. it was amazing... it ran something through him...

All you could see was his muscular frame, his hands to match as he easily tore through your bra. Watching the way your breasts fumbled out of the cups. He never seen a black woman's breasts before.. but it couldn't get any better than this though.. is what he thought.

"Daddy~... don't stare at em..." you pouted playfully before licking your glossy lips. Just running your fingers up Eren's arms as you eventually made your way up to his luscious hair. Running your fingers through the locks. Pulling him down ever so gently to finally get that kiss you wanted.

Eren's eyes glowed when he felt your soft lips, the lip gloss giving him this taste of lovely. His lips tasted of some sugar, kinda made you wonder what was in his cup before this.

The wetness of Eren's tongue touching yours as the both of you withered in this naughty, sloppy kiss. Something you both weren't supposed to do.... It was fun, crazy... scary..

"You act all bad outside of the bedroom huh... but you ain't ever have someone touch you..." Eren teased gently, in a whisper against your lips. His hand gripping your chin as he stared at your innocent looking face. Gently spitting all nastily into your mouth and you moaned out seductively. Swallowing it so easily..

"Show daddy you'll be able to take it..."

Eren's cock was so hard in his pants, it being unzipped by him and his underwear was now restricting his release. His eyes staring at your pretty pussy, the wet, pink insides were bright and untouched. Though his pale cock was eager to invade it.

"I-.. I can take it daddy..." your whimpers echoed In Eren's ears as he pushed his underwear down. Your knees being pushed to your chest as you felt Eren's stare. The plaid skirt you had was still on, so you tried to cover your pretty pussy with it.

"Stop... don't hide now.." Eren scoffed out as he gripped under your thighs, the underside of his cock rubbing up and down your wet and gooey pussy.

"Hold your legs... don't move.."

It was so demanding, your pussy clenching already as the wetness dripped down to your other hole. Your pretty, long nails visible to Eren as you held your legs as tightly as you could. Knowing Eren's cock was a monster. You could see it... right between your legs.. right between your brown pussy lips.. the contrast was unbelievable..

"F-Fuck!! Eren~~ ow~" the way your painted toes curled gave Eren a shiver of excitement. Your back arching ever so slightly as your virgin hole was taken away from you. Squeezing tightly around Eren's experienced cock.

"Shh.. it's Ight.. take it babydoll.." Eren's whisper was gentle and sincere as his thumb started to gently rub at your clit. Causing you to swallow your spit, though it spilled out. What also spilled out is your loud whimper. Your legs staying wide open for him as your hand slowly slid up his muscular structure.

"It's .. i-it's so big..."

Hearing these whimpers and words spill from your throat, Eren couldn't help but take his hand and wrap it around your throat. Causing your breath to be taken away oh so suddenly when Eren snapped his hips forward even more.

"Fuck!" Your moan could probably be heard outside as your breasts bounced from the impact. Eren's smirk wide as he felt the tightness of your insides. His necklace going back and forth ever so gently as his pelvis started to clap against you. The feeling was so foreign to you, having someone ram into you like this. But it was Eren... it wasn't just 'someone'..

Your (f/s) scent was powering against Eren's own scent. The feeling of Eren's cock was starting to really take a toll on you..

"A-Ahgh..."

Eren's cock was being enclosed so tightly, you just wet up his Dick so well.. he was starting to become obsessed.. more than he already was.

"Daddy's. little. pussy..." his deep voice echoed in your ears as he started to get a bit faster. Your breasts bouncing even more as Eren made sure that skirt was moved out the way. He wanted to make sure to see everything. His hand squeezing harder at your throat. It was keeping you firm against the bed, like a little fuck doll...

"I-it's your pussy Eren~"

Curling those pretty toes again, you could feel the bubbles in your lower region. The craziest orgasm you've ever experienced... just tip toeing to the tippy top. All you could muster was a pathetic whine. Your eyes watering up behind your long eyelashes.

"I'm-.. I'm cumming..." Your voice was so weak, it sounded like you were passing out almost. Just rolling your eyes back as the bed frame started to hit the wall. Your pussy gushing more than usual as the white cum started to coat Eren's cock a little.

"Shit... yeah~..." Eren growled under his breath, watching you come undone on his pale cock. Your thicker form was just so adorable, looking all bent up. Your locs scattered around ever so softly.

It was like he was fucking a goddess...

Eren was between harsh and soft, his manhandling ways were shown easily by the way he pulled out quickly and turned you over. Your plump ass shaking like jello as his cock easily slipped inside once again.. filling you up for the second time. God you just couldn't wait till you could feel his cum...

"Imma Fuck you till you turn dumb..." Eren spoke harshly as his long fingers gripped at some of your locs. Pulling them and wrapping them around his wrist somewhat. Gaining all control over you and your own body...

He wasn't playing either...

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[madaboutmunson]

Creep - Part 10 of 12 - Just What I Needed

Party......ripples....hooded figures...Connie's ring..the coldness of the floor...lights.... sirens..... blanket

It's a remastered re-run, but your brain decides to give you an after-credits scene.

It's almost entirely black, but then flash, flash, flash of some kind of light source, not the colourful lights of a cop car, just little beams whizzing past you, intermittently being interrupted by shadows.

Trees....the shadows are trees...why were they moving like that? It is only then that you realise you are running, running for your life, from something or someone.

You stumble over a tree root, and your leg hurts like hell, but you bite down onto your hand rather than scream out. You notice a familiar shadow in the distance, its skull rock. You painfully pull yourself back up and charge towards it. Sliding underneath and forcing yourself into the tiniest gap possible, you're gripping tightly to something. You feel the soft texture under your fingers. It's the blanket!

Back to the darkness now as you squeeze your eyes shut tight, praying whatever it is doesn't find out. You hear footsteps come towards you and a voice, "...so I said to her that the 70s called and wanted their hair back. Ah, here we are." Two shadows enter the frame. One jumps back as it notices you. You put your hands up, trembling. You put a finger to your lips and urge them to be quiet whilst you frantically look around for your pursuer.

"Hey, are you ok? Do you need some help?" A beam of light is aimed at you, "Ho.....ly shit, what the hell happened to you?" You just keep shaking, trying to shush them, "Is this some kind of prank?" He yells into the woods.

"N-n-no p-p-p-please be quiet. They'll find me. I just want to go h-home please", you beg the shadows in whispers.

"Oh shit, you're for real?" the voice sounds worried now.

"Yeah, I'm honestly not feeling this anymore, Steve", a high-pitched voice squeaks.

"Yeah, me neither", he says, slowly scanning you with his torchlight, "Let's get you out of here."

You sit up into the present. Daylight streams through the window. Eddies old pyjama shirt is clinging to your back with sweat; unfortunately, said shirt had also been clinging to Eddie's arm around you.

"Fuckin' ow, man", he grumbles sleepily, rubbing his eyes and opening them slightly, "Are you ok?"

You smile, still catching your breath, and look back at him, "It worked, Eddie. It really worked"

He's way too sleepy for this to make any sense, so he just pouts and tries to coax you back into his arms, which you almost do until you remember the current grossness of your top. You take it off quickly and flop back down into the bed, onto Eddie's arm. He snuggles up to you, but you are way too elated about remembering, so you just decide to talk excitedly at him, "The visualisation stuff, it really worked. Not just the bit you did, it's opened the door to more. I think Steve Harrington got me to safety, and that must have been when the cops showed up, and I had the blanket the whole time. Maybe I thought it might be a good piece of evidence, but then Hopper must know all of this already, right?"

"No, no, shhh....shh... No Steve....No Hoppity...Uh-uh... Nope," he says groggily, his draped arm tapping your side as you stare into the ceiling, overjoyed.

It was finally happening, you could tell Dad and Hopper, and maybe there would be more clues to follow. You wanted to go back to sleep immediately to see if you could remember anything else, but you knew rest wasn't going to happen any time soon.

You feel him tap your side again, move his hand a little and then repeat like he was searching for something, "what the?" he groans. You look down, realising just in time the implications of taking off the sweaty shirt meant no shirt. You rapidly roll over Eddie, grab your own t-shirt from yesterday, and quickly put it on, just in time for him to sit up and see you a little out of breath, yanking down the bottom hem of your t-shirt. You wave awkwardly, "Hi".

He squints at you and around the room, "What just happened here?" He looks around, eyes half open, "Did I miss something?" He points his finger at you circling it like he's trying to spot the difference. He looks at your shirt, the discarded pyjama top, and where you had been lying.

He's suddenly a lot more awake, sits up, clears his throat, raises a knee under the covers that he leans on, and waves you on, "Please continue."

You sit down next to him on the bed to repeat everything excitedly again, but before you grab hold of the sleeping bag, he quickly pushes his palm towards you in a stop motion. His mouth is curved down, lips tightly together, and he's shaking his head in a very obviously 'No' pattern, "Yeah, not a good plan right now, alright? um, yeah maybe...you tell me from over there, ok" he struggles to say, desperately trying to keep his eyes on your face.

You back up and eye him curiously for a second, "You know what, I'm just gonna turn around this way and get dressed, and maybe you could turn around that way and do the same? Then maybe we'll both be a little more comfortable, yeah."

"Uh-huh, yep, yep, yep. That sounds like a perfect plan," Eddie says hurriedly.

With your back to him, you explain over the details of the dream again and your theories whilst getting dressed into yesterday's clothes. He occasionally replies with "Yeah", mixed with many whispered curse words, furious blasphemous phrases, and scurrying around, bumping into things.

After a while, it goes quiet. "So, what do you think? Are you decent? Can I turn around now, or shall I continue talking to this wall?" You ask in a worried tone.

"Yeah, all good now," he says, a little out of breath.

As you turn around, he is propping the side of his face with his hand whilst his elbow leans against the wall for support, "Hi", he says happily, "So sounds like we had a breakthrough. Right? Did you want to try it again?"

"Well, yes and no", you reply, "Yes to the who guided thing again with you, but no to doing it on our own. From what you said, it sounded pretty scary, and honestly, you're helping me, so you know I don't want to pay you back in trauma."

"Ok, well, that's a great idea. Another plus side is another witness, right? Unlikely, Hopper or your folks will take my word for it, right?" You both nod in agreement.

"I'm glad you agree, which is why I think having my parents around next time is a good plan. They've been on my side through all this, so they are probably the people we can trust most."

"You want your parents to sit in here with us?" He waves around his room

You furrow your brow at him, and he nods in realisation, "Oh, not here, but the same process."

You walk over to him and pinch his cheeks playfully, "Did I ever tell you how gosh darn pretty in you are, Eddie" you say, laughing.

He gives a big dopey grin, "You haven't, but you don't have to. I can tell."

"How do you fit all that ego through these doors?"

"Oh, you know, years of practice" he wraps his arms around your waist and gives you a small kiss, "So I guess this means we're leaving?"

"You wanna come with me?"

"Duh, of course, but I'm bringing the van this time," he says defiantly. You purse your lips at him as he grabs his keys and grins at you, "Love me, Love my van."

The drive home is another marvellous one. Things were just happening for you right now. Your grades were good, home was improving, obviously just general Eddie, but you remembered some of that locked up past, which was just randomly overwhelming you during the journey home, but overwhelmed with happiness, rather than the usual tsunamis of negativity.

You might actually be able to find Connie, finally, and things could go back to the way they used to be.

You imagine running up to her and squeezing her so tight she might just burst, maybe going to watch Eddie play and introducing her afterwards, both of you in graduation caps.

That last one was a step too far, and your brain tries to drag you the other way. Of course, none of this would ever happen. It's not possible. She's gone.

"Shut up! Shut up!!" You say aloud, turning up the radio to drown it out.

Dad's car was still in the drive. Great, you hadn't missed him. You rush for the door and immediately circle back, having momentarily forgotten to wait for Eddie. The van squeaks to a halt, and you impatiently wave him out of the van, grab his arm and run with him to the door.

You fumble with your keys, trying to get inside as fast as possible, "Jesus H Christ!" You say, unconsciously copying Eddie's frustrated voice. He smiles proudly at his apparent influence. You finally unlock it and get inside.

As you barrel into the house, the delicious smells of breakfast hit you. Dad was at the stove, "Hey honey! Good night?" He calls back without turning around.

You frantically search Eddie for his notebook, like he's being patted down for a crime, just in time for your Dad to turn around. Eddie waves nervously at him, "Hi?"

Your Dad tries to say something, but before he can, you're guiding him to sit at the table and motion Eddie to the stove to monitor the food. They both do as they are told, but neither is very comfortable right now.

You retell everything you can remember from the dream and the guided visualisation, using Eddie's notes as a guide.

After spewing your torrent of information, to a wholly taken aback Dad, you rock in your chair a little, "So what we were thinking is, we could do it again, but for the sake of evidence and Eddie's wellbeing, you and Mom could be there too. What do you think about that?" You have your hands pressed firmly together like you are praying and bring them up to your mouth. Scanning your Dad's face for any response.

He looks at all the papers, rubs his chin and then finally looks up at you, "Are you sure these are memories and not an elaborate story cooked up by someone trying to get you into his bedroom?" Your Dad says, a little tinged with anger.

You shake your head in frustration and thump the table, "Please, Dad, stay focused here." He looks surprised at your reaction.

Eddie is busy assuming his new position of chef and is relocating cooked food to dishes, "If I may, the whole bedroom thing is not as bad as it sounds, and hand on heart, it was absolutely fucking terrifying."

You sharply point your hand at Eddie and stare at your Dad, "See, nothing happened?"

"Nothing?" You Dad says in disbelief

"Well, not nothing", Eddie absently mindedly adds with a tiny laugh.

"EDDIE!" you shout at him, annoyed by all this distraction.

Your Dad almost snaps his own neck to glare at Eddie.

Eddie puts a hand on one hip, "Well...I was just trying to be honest. No secrets and all that. Geez"

Your Dad nods, partially confused that he's now sort of on the same side as someone who spent the night with his daughter, and moves his glare to you, "He's only been here 5 minutes, and he knows the score."

Eddie smiles at you like a younger sibling that just got you in trouble.

You roll your eyes. "Sorry...I mean.... now is not the time for technicalities. Please, just can we concentrate on this"

Eddie brings over and hands out the plates of food. Briefly, your Dad looks disappointed at his plate as his food has now been split three ways. He looks at Eddie, who shrugs back at him.

"So, what do you think?" You ask your Dad again

"I think....what do I think?.... I think we don't include your mother", he says, looking over the notes, "Not after the arcade incident."

"The arcade incident?" Eddie inquires

"Didn't tell you about that?", Your Dad says in a knowing tone because you'd also tried to hide the whole thing from him too. They are just having a discussion between themselves now, like you aren't there. "Beat to within an inch of life, and why, just because Hopper called them in for questioning." your Dad seethes.

Eddie drops the food he's been eating with his hands, looks around at you slowly, and then returns to your Dad.

"Look, that's not important right now. It's all in the past, ok? So we're just gonna-" you try to interrupt them.

Eddie stares at you very seriously. He says quietly and slowly, "Nope. No. I wanna hear this. Who was it?" You see Eddie's ringed hand clench into a fist on the table.

"Those damn jocks and their cronies", your Dad adds furiously.

Eddie shuts his eyes like he's trying to keep his cool, "Of course it was them" he slams his hand against the table, gets up from his seat, walks away and back again.

"Let's all just calm down. This is currently the best...and the legal way I can get them off my case, alright?" You look at each of them in turn, "Do we agree?"

They both begrudgingly nod, then glance at one another and nod again at you. The shared glance makes you worried, so you add, "..and we won't go anything ridiculous to jeopardise the experiment? Right?"

"Right", they both murmur unconvincingly and continue eating.

The mood gradually calms down, and as you go to clear away the plates, your Dad turns to Eddie and asks what it was like from his side of things. Eddie gladly explains, but this time leaves out the motel bed simile, thank god.

"And after all that, you still want to help? You could always show me what to do, and you don't have to see all that if it happens again."

"I absolutely hear what you are saying, sir, but if anything I can do, helps things get better, I want to do it. No one deserves this crap, no one, especially for simply being unable to remember. Besides, I'm a fantastic storyteller...I mean, I'm not saying you aren't, but it's kinda my thing."

There is silence behind you. Worried, you turn around to expect the worst. Instead, you see your Dad grabbing Eddie around the shoulders in a side embrace, planting a kiss on top of his head.

To say Eddie looks shocked is the understatement of the century. You decide to save him, "Guys please, male bonding for another day, alright? Focus." Your Dad laughs, releasing Eddie, slaps him on the back, and Eddie breathes again.

Your Dad gets up and moves to get his hat, "Where are you off to, now?" You complain. You had literally just told them about being focused.

"I'm going to collect your mother. All the trains back have been cancelled", you sigh in frustration, but before you can say anything, he adds, "So maybe you can get this kitchen tidied and prepare a nice meal for when she comes home? Hmmm?"

You roll your eyes at him, "Ok, geez."

"Great! I'll catch you, kids, later," he says as he goes to leave. He takes a step and comes back in, "And for god's sake, take a shower. It smells like Woodstock in here" he closes the door behind him.

"And then there were two," Eddie says

"Indeed, but at least one of said two has to put an apron on and try to cook something that might be remotely edible."

Eddie smiles, "I can amuse myself for a while, don't worry about it."

"You want to stay?" You ask curiously. You'd felt sure he might have needed a break by now and wanted to go home.

He looks at you puzzled, "Yes, of course! A free dinner, I get to try to win over your Mom too this time, I know you aren't on your own, that you're safe, I get to have a snoop around whilst you are busy with all that, and I guess there is the small matter of extra time with you" he grins.

"Well, I'm not complaining. I just thought-"

"Well, you thought wrong" he walks over to you and gives you a kiss on the cheek, "So point me at the TV remote and music, please, and you know, if I can help with anything, let me know."

Much intricate prepping later, and a fresh spaghetti sauce is merrily bubbling away on the stove, you look over to check on Eddie. He's busy with your Walkman.

"Enjoying that, are we?" You say jokingly, the last thing you were listening to was an ancient mix tape you and Connie had made together. It definitely did not contain anything close to metal.

"Oh yeah", he laughs. "I'm learning so much," he says, doing a cheesy dance you might see on the Mickey Mouse Club. Those moves look so bizarre on Eddie, but sweet nevertheless.

He suddenly freezes to the spot, rips off the headphones, removes the tape from the Walkman and slams it into the living room stereo.

You hear the familiar guitar plucking of The Cars. You glance over to Eddie whilst stirring the sauce. He is air strumming along, then suddenly turns, starts singing, imitating the lead singer, and slowly strutting over to you.

'I don't mind you comin' here

And wastin' all my time'

Eddie positions himself directly behind you at the stove. You can feel him swaying against you.

''Cause when you're standin' oh so near

I kinda lose my mind'

'It's not the perfume that you wear

It's not the ribbons in your hair'

He takes an exaggerated inhale at your neck and runs his fingers over your hair.

He sings deeply with his chin on your shoulder, right next to your ear.

'And I don't mind you comin' here

And wastin' all my time'

You don't know if it's Eddie, this song, or how happy you feel in general, but you move the saucepan off the heat, spin around and decide to join in, singing into your wooden spoon, dancing towards Eddie, like it was your own private rendition of the alternative version of Grease.

'I don't mind you hangin' out

And talkin' in your sleep

It doesn't matter where you've been

As long as it was deep, yeah'

You decide to give him a taste of his own medicine and run both your hands down the front of his denim vest, singing,

'You always knew to wear it well and

You look so fancy I can tell'

Both of you sing loudly while you employ some of the dance moves practised by you and Connie.

'And I don't mind you hangin' out

And talkin' in your sleep'

You grab his hand and raise it up high to twirl him around, and he returns the favour, and you dance closely for a few moments.

'I guess you're just what I needed (just what I needed)

I needed someone to feed

I guess you're just what I needed (just what I needed)

I needed someone to bleed'

With two steps, Eddie is standing on the table, performing an air guitar solo for the ages. Of course, you oblige by taking on the role of a screaming fan. You know how corny this display might look to an outsider, but it just felt...right and fun, and there were no outsiders here to spoil it.

Another wave of spontaneity comes, so you decide to join him up there, shoulder to shoulder, facing different directions, shouting out the lyrics as loudly as possible at one another, with Eddie still wailing on his phantom electric guitar. You can't remember the last time you felt this alive and free.

'I don't mind you comin' here

And wastin' all my time, time

'Cause when you're standin' oh so near

I kinda lose my mind, yeah

It's not the perfume that you wear

It's not the ribbons in your hair

And I don't mind you comin' here

And wastin' all my time'

The music surges, and you leap from the table to the floor, by some miracle, landing perfectly.

Eddie looks round in astonishment and climbs down, never taking his eyes off you, as he bites his bottom lip, his eyes sparkling.

You imitate his strutting from earlier, and once within range, you drape your arms around his neck, plunge your hands into his hair, and kiss him fervently.

'I guess you're just what I needed (just what I needed)

I needed someone to feed

I guess you're just what I needed (just what I needed)

I needed someone to bleed'

The song continues in the background as you come up for air. You are annoyed at having to take a breath right now.

He stumbles backwards a little. You pull him in again for another. One of your hands slides down to his neck, and you gently caress his adam's apple with your thumb, your other hand gripping onto the back of his hair.

You move your head away slightly, your lips almost touching still, "Eddie?"

"Mmmhmm", he says, grinning, looking down at your mouth.

"I think we should take this upstairs"

His eyes find yours, "Are you sure?" He says you can feel his heart pounding against your own.

"Well, if you don't want to...."

He quickly unties your apron, throws it on the table, scoops you up, runs up the stairs with you, launching you onto your bed and kicking the door shut with his heel.

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Some time, several showers and a fresh clothing search later, you head downstairs to get the dinner ready for the return of your parents.

You start plating up as soon as they arrive home, and Eddie helps set the table. Your parents wave a quick hello before they go upstairs to help your Mom unpack.

The tension in-between you right now is palpable, and you really needed to do something about it before your parents came back down here, but you had no clue what to do at all.

You watch him busying himself with the straightness of cutlery in the reflection of the window over the sink. You have no idea what he's thinking right now, which drives you crazy.

Other things driving you crazy, like Beatlemania levels of crazy, internally fan girl screaming crazy, are accidentally making eye contact, brushing against any part of his body in any way, the way he's standing, the way your t-shirt hugs his body, the way his hair looks when it's slightly damp, his rings, his smile, h-

"Hey, Helloooo? Anybody home?" Eddie says quietly, waving his hands around, he is trying to be amusing, but you can also hear an air of concern in his voice, "Is everything ok?"

You turn to him slightly, laughing nervously, "Of course everything is ok. Why wouldn't it be?"

"Well, because you've hardly said anything since....well," he looks around, "you know upstairs" he tries not to, but his face betrays him, and he smiles broadly, "but you have been watching me in that window for a good 5 minutes now like a piece of meat, which I have to say generally I don't mind" he flounces his hair and flutters his eyelashes at you.

Your insides scream hysterically once more, and your face hopefully remains calm.

Eddie continues, "but right now, I really would like it if you could just talk to me, please, because they are gonna come down here in a sec, and I need you, alright? Also, I think if you clean that pot anymore, you'll wear a hole in it."

You shake your head apologetically, "I'm sorry. I'm here. I just ...well...you are very distracting right now, and I'm just trying to do everything in my power to not mess anything up. "

"How could you possibly do that?" He says, rolling his eyes

"Well, I could say the wrong thing, or you know, do something stupid, or you know worse, not be able to control myself Infront of my parents," you said quietly ashamed.

"Ok, ok, well first all of what you said is that not gonna happen, ok? Second, that brain of yours really needs to let you just have fun sometimes and should pipe down!" He acts out scolding your brain and tucks his arms around his body, "but most interestingly, what would this display of lack of control look like? because I'm not sure I'd mind, they aren't my parents, and I'd be an innocent bystander in the attack" he shrugs his arms, and you playfully shove him gently.

He was good at this, at you. Making you relaxed and helping you not dwell in the doom of everything.

Generally speaking, dinner goes well. Your Mom doesn't seem totally won over by Eddie, but she's warming to him. You and Eddie exchanging coy glances across the table, making it increasingly difficult to concentrate on all of the conversations. Part of your mind has made the table your sworn nemesis simply because it's in-between the two of you.

Eventually your Mom brings up the guided visualisation topic, and despite your Dad being dead set against it, she would like to help out too. The more witnesses, the better.

She brings up Hopper, "We should probably tell him about it all too. Let him know you're making progress."

Your insides feel like they twist up, just thinking about trying to discuss anything with Hopper ever again. You knew you had to eventually, but it quickly sets off your anxiety.

"You know, Mom, maybe we could wait a little while before we get h-him involved. G-g-get something more concrete first", you eventually force out.

Eddie slows his chew to a stop, looking over at you again but this time with worry, "Yeah...maybe we should get more information first", he says slowly, not taking his eyes from you as he speaks. He waits for you to make eye contact and gives a small smile of reassurance.

"You know, on second thought, it is probably better to go in with a bit more as you say." she dabs her mouth with a napkin, "That was a fantastic meal to come home to. Thank you, honey."

"Yep. Agreed. The most delicious thing I had this weekend," your Dad adds.

Eddie raises his eyebrows and looks at you. Your eyes respond with a playful don't you dare.

After cleaning away the dishes, it's time for Eddie to go home, he waves goodbye to your folks, and you walk over to his van together.

"Second," he says

"Huh?" You say confused.

He smiles, wraps you up into his arms, and whispers in your ear, "That dinner was the second most delicious thing I had this weekend" you feel a chill run down your neck and spine.

This time, instead of turning into a giggling embarrassed mess, you thread your arms around his neck and say, "Same."

He pokes his tongue out against his top lip and looks down at you, and he looks away quickly, exhales, and says to the air, "Where have you been all this time?"

"I could ask you the very same," you say, stroking his face. The moment is paused when you feel a weird sensation and turn around, "I knew it", a curtain twitches back into place, "Little spies", you say, laughing.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! This isn't their time now. It's mine" he shuffles you around to the other side of his van. Holding the side of your neck and using his thumb to redirect your chin so that you face him again. He plants a soft open kiss on you, and your brain is back in outer space.

Eventually, you go your separate ways and wave goodbye as he drives away. You spend a little more time with your parents before heading upstairs, getting everything ready for school tomorrow, and finally flopping back onto your bed.

As your head hits the pillow, a waft of car oil, incense and weed fills your senses, and you drift off to sleep.

[plutowrites]

🍓 + connie :)

You were both stressed beyond measure, all the things that could possibly go wrong in the new house went wrong. You struggled with the recurring thought if this was the universe's way of showing you that you made a mistake; that you two were not ready for such a huge transition and commitment.

This wasn't how you envisioned it to go—moving in with Connie was something you looked forward to since the early stages of your relationship. Although it took a year and a half for it to actually happen, you knew he was the one for a long time, as cliche as it sounded. You knew you loved him, more than you had ever loved anyone.

"You need space from me," You whispered softly. You've been watching Connie fix something for the past fifteen minutes in silence, just working up the courage to bring this up. It weighed on your mental too heavily for you to let it go.

On cue, there went that nagging voice in the back of your head with the persistent and irritatingly valid questions—what if this decision was impulsive? Are things moving too fast? What if he falls out of love with you after realizing he doesn't like living with you?

Connie, preoccupied with a toolkit, immediately stopped hammering a nail into a plank of wood when those five words leave your mouth. Slowly and carefully he said, "No, I don't want space. That's the last thing I want from you," He looked up at you, begging with his gaze for you to make the first move--to step closer to him. "I wanted us to move in together because I like being around you, Y/n. If you're talking about what I need then let's talk about how I need you—"

You interrupted him, "Con, we've been fighting a lot lately."

He sighed, running a hand over his head. "I know. We need to work on a lot of things, baby. You agree with that, right? Communication being one of them," He grinned at you then, insinuating you were the one that needed to put in some more work in that department. He wasn't wrong, Connie had always been better at communicating.

You tried to smile but you needed to hear something from him first. You needed some more reassuring before you fell back into the exhausting, never-ending, fixing-upping of the house. "Tell me this wasn't a mistake."

You watched as a frowning Connie gets up and walks around the kitchen island until he was in your space. He placed his hands on your shoulders, shaking them gently. "This is definitely not a mistake, This is everything we ever wanted, remember?"

You wrapped your hands around his waist. "Yeah, you're right." You sunk your cheek onto his chest, breathing in his signature woody scent and cologne. He picked up a strand of your hair and twirled it around his finger a couple of times.

"You're everything I ever wanted and I'd be the biggest bozo to mess this up," Connie laughed. "Also, I think we should always eat before we discuss anything that could potentially lead to an argument. Like, I'm so sure the last three fights we had were because we didn't have dinner yet."

You chuckled into his shirt, "That's a compelling theory, especially considering the fact we only have strawberries in our fridge right now."

"Soooo take-out?"

"Yes, take-out."

"Okay, we should get Mexican food then, ya know, only to avoid a brawl."

"Agreed."

[yatosluvr]

kiss me more | eren jaeger

summary: eren was bored with everyone he meets until he meets you.

warning: 18+ minors please dni. strong language, drug use, implied sexual content(?). let me know if i missed anything!

fem!reader.

part 1 here.

wc: 2.7k

a/n: i hope yall enjoy this chapter :D

eren: hey, you busy today?

"huh?" you breathe out quietly.

you're confused. why is eren fucking jaeger texting you to see if you're busy? you just talked to him, what? 12 hours ago?

you let out a small laugh at the thought, shaking your head before setting your phone down. bringing your hand up to meet the warm skin of your cheek, dragging it up to the soft strands of your hair. your fingers soon feel the strands fall between your fingers before letting your hand fall back against the pillow.

your nose gets filled with the scent of something burning, your eyes widen slightly, tilting your head a bit before dragging yourself out of bed. feet meeting the floor, you pull all of your weight up.

you were contemplating if you should hang out with eren. nothing bad should come out of it, right? sasha told you to watch out for him, sure, but he seemed okay when you talked to him. he is kind of intimidating, but you're not scared of him.

shrugging your shoulders to yourself, your feet pad down the short hallway of your shared dorm. "connie," you drag out, a suspicious look apparent on your face. "what are you doing?" you question.

"what do you mean?" he says without looking at you, his gaze steady on the pan in front of him, burned bacon in it. "i'm doing fine!"

you laugh loudly at his comment. "connie! you're literally going to start a fire in here!" you playfully yell at him. connie hums nonchalantly in response.

you pull out a chair from the small table and take a seat, bringing your leg up to rest the bottom of your foot on the chair. your head now resting on your chin with your phone in your hand, also resting your hand on the table.

"so," your eyes trailing up to look at the back of connie's head before biting down on the bottom of your lip. "eren asked me if i wanted to hang out today. i'm assuming sasha told you that i was smoking with him last night." you state.

connie immediately turns around, his nose scrunched up. "huh?" he asks, turning back around. "yeah, she told me. i didn't know that he had your number though." he raises his shoulders, dropping them immediately after. "i was gonna go buy from him today if you wanna come along. might stay to smoke. i don't mind him," turning his head back to look at you, his body not moving. "but be careful."

you press your lips together, blinking slowly. "i know, connie." he tilts his head down at you before he moves the pan back from the eye, turning the stove off. you mentally sigh at his words. you already heard the same thing from sasha. everyone seems to dislike him and it just doesn't make sense to you.

"well," he smiles. "you're coming, right?" his hand swiftly moves to the back of his head, scratching it lightly. "i'm gonna be leaving soon, so make sure you're ready."

you acknowledge his statement. "gotcha."

you were actually excited. you wanted to get to know eren, despite what connie and sasha told you.

the thing about you, though, is that you don't let people in so easily. you have walls up.

little do you know that eren does too.

you had recently got out of a relationship with armin arlert. it wasn't a bad relationship by any means, no toxicity at all but he broke up with you when you two went off to college. armin was going to the same college as you but he wanted to 'focus' and 'have the full college experience' which shocked you. he had never been that kind of person, well at least that's what you thought. luckily, you hadn't seen him around much, given a couple of times but that's just because you two have mutual friends. the breakup hurt you a lot, you two had talked about a future together. of course, you took his word for it. he's never really been a liar. you accepted it as it is. you just weren't trying to focus on anyone for the time being.

you stand up from the table, sighing to yourself in thought. trudging to your bedroom, you rummage through your dresser, pulling out a pair of black sweatpants and a loose white t-shirt. you wanted to be comfortable, you weren't really aiming to look cute.

you decided to shower, given the night before you smelled of sweat and alcohol.

stepping out of the shower, the cool air hitting your body causes you to flinch slightly before you wrap yourself tightly in the towel that was hanging on the towel rack. turning your head to look at yourself in the mirror for a moment before stepping back into your room, drying yourself off, applying lotion before sliding into your clothes.

you brush through your hair, settling on letting it air dry. you apply a light amount of makeup, nodding in approval. slipping on a pair of shoes and grabbing your phone, quickly slipping it into your pocket. you grab a black jacket, slipping it on before you walk out into the living room, smiling at connie who is sitting on the couch with his feet propped up on the coffee table.

"ready?" connie asks you excitedly, a wide grin on his face.

"of course." you smile back at him.

you and connie make your way to his car, he jogs over to the passenger side door, opening it for you. he bows. "your majesty."

you scrunch your face up at him, shaking your head as you slide in the car. "shut up." you giggle quietly as he closes the door. he walks around to the driver's side, opens his door, and quickly gets in.

"that's not very nice of you, y/n." he pouts jokingly before buckling his seatbelt and starting the car.

the car ride was comfortably silent. you look out the window at the unfamiliar scenery, before coming to a small neighborhood. arriving at a small, one-story white house with one car parked in the driveway. connie parks on the other side of the street.

"and we're here." he sighs quietly, thinking to himself. he's cool with eren, smoking with him occasionally. he's been quite hesitant to mention you to eren, and vice versa. not for any particular reason besides the way he is with girls. but he's here with you, so nothing should happen.

you didn't say anything, you just unbuckled your seatbelt and slowly got out of the car. you rest your hands in your pockets as you walk around the car, making your way towards eren's front door. you stand behind connie as he knocks on the door, soon followed by the door opening to reveal eren. "hey connie," he says, giving connie a small nod before his eyes land on you. an amused look soon covers his face. "and y/n."

he knew exactly what he was doing when he asked connie if he needed to buy anything today. he had hoped you'd come along, even though he had already asked you. you never replied to his text though, much to his surprise. but you still showed up, like he knew you would.

"'sup, eren." connie says calmly.

eren steps aside to welcome you and connie inside. connie walks in first, you right behind him. once you both are inside, eren closes the door. you look around, observing his home. it was surprisingly very clean and neat, but your gaze settles on the various pills across the table which looked a lot like the ones you had seen last night. it wasn't that you thought he was dirty or anything, you just weren't really expecting such a neat-looking house.

eren quickly looks at you before looking ahead, making his way over to the couch and sitting down, his elbows resting on his knees before looking up at you and connie. "have a seat." he says, it comes off as more of a demand, but you knew he didn't mean it like that.

you had taken a seat right beside connie, which also happened to be right beside eren. your hands were rested in your lap, slightly nibbling at your bottom lip as eren and connie engage in a conversation about how much weed connie wanted to buy. you were fixating on your hands, moving your index finger back and forth across your thumb due to nervousness. of course, you were nervous, you were at someone's house that you only met a day ago, with drugs across his table.

you notice eren get up, walking into the kitchen momentarily before coming back with a small scale. your eyes follow him, watching him weigh out the weed. he then wraps it in a broken piece of what you think is from a plastic bag, and ties it at the top, and hands it to connie. they exchange the weed and the money swiftly.

"anyway, down to smoke?" eren questions the two of you, your eyes meet his before he breaks eye contact to look at eren.

eren has an unreadable aura, with a blank expression to top it off.

"sure," you say, turning your head to look at connie who nods hesitantly in response.

eren starts rolling up, before you hear a familiar ringtone that belongs to connie.

connie's eyebrows furrow in confusion before pulling his phone out, standing up quickly. "sorry, give me a second." connie says apologetically before stepping outside. you hear a quiet "hello?" before the door closes to leave you and eren alone.

"so, pretty girl, i wasn't expecting you to come." he says, never looking at you, his eyes fixated on the blunt in front of him as his skilled fingers roll. you tense up at his statement, breathing in slowly.

"yeah, well, i wasn't either." you state, letting out a short but quiet laugh.

he raises his eyebrows at your statement. you notice, considering your eyes never left him.

the door opens abruptly before you hear connie speak. "y/n, i have to go get sasha. i don't really wanna leave you here by yourself but i have to go, like, right now," his eyes staring at you, you tilt your head at him before deciding to speak. "is she okay?"

"yeah, i think so, i'll be back to pick you up in about an hour, okay?" he raises his eyebrows as he waits for a response.

"okay," you say hesitantly, dragging the word out. you're suddenly getting nervous, only because you're about to be stuck in a stranger's house. alone. with him.

"ah, how familiar, huh?" eren breathes out, a small chuckle leaving his lips, referring to last night.

"unfortunately."

eren parts his lips at your reply, turning his head to look at you slowly before looking back at the blunt, running the lighter across it to seal the wrap.

"well, that's not very nice, babe," he says before placing the blunt between his lips, briskly bringing the flame to the end of it.

you roll your eyes at the name he called you. you hear him sharply inhale before he pulls the blunt from between his lips and hands it to you. you accept, taking it between your fingers.

it had been about 30 minutes, the blunt had been finished for a couple minutes now and you and eren were sitting in tense silence. you weren't really sure if it was only you that thought it was tense though.

he still looked so pretty. basically the same as last night, but this time his hair was down and it was longer than you thought.

you caught yourself staring for longer than you should've, mentally cursing yourself. you shifted your gaze to the wall in front of you, running your tongue along your bottom lip.

you felt a warm, gentle hand on the side of your cheek, moving your head back to the side. you were met with eren's face dangerously close to yours.

"you didn't have to look away," he leans in closer. "do i make you nervous?"

you just stare at him, your eyes wide as you open your mouth to speak but nothing comes out. "fuck it." you thought before leaning in, your lips met with his soft ones.

he immediately reciprocates as the hand that was now on your cheek moves to the back of your neck. your head tilts slightly, deepening the kiss before you shift your body to face him. he pulls back slowly, only to move his body, his back now flush against the couch. his hand falls from your neck to pat his lap.

you comply, leaning up and swinging your leg over his, straddling his lap before you lean close to him, brushing your lips over his before you rest one hand on his shoulder, the other on the side of his neck. he's warm.

he leans in this time, your lips meeting his once again. you let out a small hum at the gesture before leaning into him. the kiss was slow and steady.

his tongue drags across your bottom lip, begging for entrance to your mouth. his hands rest on your hips, his fingers playing with the hem of your shirt. you feel his cool fingers graze against your skin giving you instant goosebumps.

you part your lips, his tongue immediately exploring your mouth. your hand moving up to his hair, your fingers getting tangled. you grip gently before you move up slightly, only to press your hips down on his lap.

he grunts quietly against your lips, his hands now completely under your shirt, one of his hands trailing up your back. you grind down gently as you feel him pull away from your lips. he soon trails wet kisses down your jaw and to your neck. you move your head back and close your eyes at the feeling of his lips against your skin, letting out a small breath.

the hand that was on his shoulder is resting under his jaw, you now grinding on his lap slightly faster than before as let out a small whine at the feeling.

"that's right, baby," he breathes out against your skin, beginning to suck and nip above your collarbone.

your body freezes as you hear a car door shut outside. you snap back into reality and you pull back from him, your hands press on his chest to gently push him back.

"what the fuck?" you ask, your eyebrows pulled together as you move off of him, grabbing his wrists and pulling them out from under your shirt in the process. you sit down on the couch where you were previously sitting before you look over at him. he has a smug look on his face. he knew what he was doing. what a fucking asshole.

"what, babe," he says. "you were the one that kissed me, remember?" he smirks slightly, tilting his head.

you look at him vacantly. "i don't know what you're talking about." you lie. he laughs, shaking his head before leaning up.

your phone vibrates in your pocket.

connie: here. sorry

you quickly read the text before you look back at eren. "connie's here." you say quietly, now embarrassed at your previous actions.

"i figured." he says, standing up and running a hand through his hair.

you stand up as well, making your way towards the door. eren reaches in front of you to pull the door open. "bye," you say, walking out of his house. you turn back to look at him, he was leaning against the doorway. he looked good.

you shake your head and blink quickly at the thought before getting in the car with connie, him getting hit by the very familiar scent of weed.

"are you okay?" connie immediately interrogates.

"yes, con, i'm okay." you let out, looking over at him, meeting his eyes. he scans your face before nodding. "we just smoked, that's it."

he nods, before pulling out of eren's driveway.

again, the car ride back was silent.

arriving back at your shared dorm, you walk in, immediately heading to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water. you pull out your phone, noticing you had a text.

eren: had fun ;)

you cannot fucking believe you kissed eren. you made a promise to not get involved with anyone like that, especially not now. you wanted to completely get over armin before trying anything.

but maybe this wouldn't be so bad.

[blookmallow]

i finally went through the whole midsommar script on scriptslug, theres a LOT of things that were changed, a lot of details i didnt catch, and i have. many things to say. here we go

theres a lot of reverse parallels with dani and christian; at the beginning she's worried she's leaning on him too much (do you feel held by him?) and is concerned about "roping him into (her) family crap" - when she's the one about to be pulled into the hårgas family

she worries about overwhelming christian with her personal life, when it's christian (or, more accurately, pelle, since christian doesn't actually want to invite dani in the first place) about to pull her into something she's not prepared to handle

(also "girlfriend" there is the straight girl version of the word lmfao dani deserves a gf though)

"if he's gonna leave you for being Too Much like that, good riddance" vs uh, what actually happens to christian

pelle is drawing flowers when we first see him

kind of blunt christian foreshadowing lmfao but im also curious if it was actually pelle who said that (i dont remember and a lot of things got switched around from the script to the final version) - if pelle Already Knows at this point, and whether he's earnestly encouraging christian in the direction the hårgas want him to go under the impression that theres nothing wrong with it, or if this is some kind of secret joke at christian's expense that no one catches because. no one knows what he really means

christian brushing dani off vs pelle immediately being very attentive to her from the beginning

they joke but between christian's "approved mating" with maja and dani being drawn into the cult, this is exactly what's happening to them

playful banter that becomes way more sinister considering the truth under it,

i noticed this watching it too but for some reason, Only this one time, christian is really adamant about wanting to wait for dani and wanting to do this Together and i dont know why. he's completely dismissive of her every other time. why does he stand his ground so much on this

i guess this is the first cultural thing they engage in, the first time they are drugged (this time it's their Choice to get high, they know what they're taking and what it will do, though) so maybe there's. some layer of irony, something something christian wants dani to be drawn into the hårgas culture with him, when that ends up being what kills him and breaks her, i dont know

dani has a way worse time with the drug hallucinations in this version

also apparently tumblr doesnt allow more than 10 images even in text posts anymore which is cool and not going to fuck up my blogging at all :) so im just gonna type out. the rest of the excerpts. i guess

Dani sees a DEAD RABBIT. Its innards are splayed.

Dani warily approaches. Magnetized but repulsed. As she nears, the FEAR rises in her. She gets close enough to finally see...

The rabbit is being devoured by ANTS.

Dani looks mortified, but her eyes are glued. She LEANS IN to look closer, but then -- she sees ANTS on her arm. (Whether they're there or not is unclear.)

Dani SCREAMS. She violently SLAPS at her arm. She then swipes at her other arm, and starts slapping at her NECK and FACE, as if she were engulfed in ants. (She's not.)

Dani looks down. The earth seems to now be a PULSATING CARPET OF ANTS.

i dont remember this happening so im assuming it was cut or my memory is even worse than i thought, but anyway this is a really interesting parallel to Hereditary and i dont know if there's some deeper meaning there or if ari aster just likes the grotesque visual of something dead and rotting and swarming with ants but i like it

INGEMAR

Well... we were all working on the same farm, and funny enough: I was dating Connie when Simon and me first became pals.

Simon's eyes narrow.

CONNIE

(correcting) Well - we'd been on a date. Which I wasn't even actually aware that it was a date.

INGEMAR

(backtracking jovially) Right, no, I meant that Connie and me had just become friends - we decided to be friends - and that was just before Connie and Simon started dating. And now they're engaged!

I think Ingemar may have been attempting to recruit Connie as their potential next May Queen/drawing her into the "family" - maybe he and Pelle had the same mission, bring back someone from outside to join us, and someone to be sacrificed. it sounds like Ingemar wanted to date Connie, and wanted to bring her back as the new may queen, but Simon got in the way, so now Ingemar is knowingly bringing them here intending for them to be sacrifices, possibly out of spite (I'm not sure if Ingemar is chosen as a sacrifice at the end Because he failed to bring back the new may queen, or if that was the plan regardless)

it's possible Ingemar and Pelle are rivals in this, and Pelle succeeded where Ingemar failed (though ultimately they both brought the necessary outsiders for the final ritual, so neither of them actually Failed, but. y'know. pelle doesn't get sacrificed and his target became may queen and joins them

it's also interesting that like. on the one hand, connie and simon appear to have a healthy, supportive relationship. but because of that, because the cult was unable to tear them apart or single them out, they both die. they're also the most vocally against the violence of the cult, they ask the most questions and try to leave, which. i think they were planned to be sacrificed either way but that is the moment they're taken away

so their stability, strength, and agency were actually their downfall

vs dani and christian have a very weak, miserable relationship, and dani is in an absolutely TERRIBLE place mentally, she's already feeling incredibly isolated, christian keeps pushing her to accept the questionable aspects of the cult, to give in rather than fight back (though he doesn't catch on that anything's wrong until Way Too Late)

so dani lives, in some sense because of the brokenness in her life

but then, did she really win in all this? would it really be better to live that life, in that place with all sense of self destroyed, living with that guilt and trauma forever? there's such a thing as a fate worse than death. i don't know. i dont know

anyway. instead of seeing the artwork depicting the love ritual, everyone gathers to watch a short film made by the hårgas showing it much more explicitly; i think the. tapestry? painting? whatever it was just being shown briefly to plant the concept in our minds is much more effective

Near Dani, a BLONDE WOMAN (30s) cradles the CRYING BABY.

DANI

(inquiring) Is your baby okay?

BLONDE WOMAN

Oh, she will be. She has a bone problem.

this, and also,

DANI

Excuse me? Can I ask if you know what's happening over there?

HÅRGAN MAN

(looking over) Ah. Poor little Einar has the, em - where the bones are bad?

there's this... recurring thing about the babies in the village having some kind of bone condition and a whole ritual about passing a baby through the branches of a tree to cure it or something? which i didnt really understand and i couldnt remember if that happened in the final version or not, but i do remember there was a baby constantly crying in the background often enough that i started noticing it

i dont know what that's about. could they be doing something to the babies that's causing this? something to do with inbreeding? (seems unlikely, since it seems like they only explicitly allow inbreeding to create their sacred child to receive the visions or w/e, it doesn't seem like it's a common enough thing to be causing so many babies to have the same bone condition)

- Pelle stops the group on their way to the first sacrificial ritual to actually explain what's about to happen. He warns them they might not want to see it, and it may be strange to them, but very important and beautiful to the hårgas - rather than catching them off guard (though of course it's still incredibly horrifying to witness, even so) (I'm not sure if the intention in cutting this was just to amplify the shock factor and leave us, and the outsiders in the group, in the dark until the moment everything goes down, or if maybe pelle neglecting to explain it could be meant to imply this is such a natural thing to him it didn't even occur to him to warn them about it)

Josh can't suppress a smile - anticipating Pelle's answer

josh also seems downright gleeful about the whole thing, and there was... sort of a little of this in the final version but it seems. worse in the script for some reason, like this is funny to him, or maybe it's just the "I Know Something You Don't Know" factor, but it seems like a really weird and insensitive reaction given that he's an anthropology student who is familiar with this as a cultural rite

it's also two men who die in the. cliff ritual. rather than a man and a woman, not sure why

then we have another ritual where. i already have forgotten how it went but it was something to do with dropping a tree into the river as a kind of offering, i think, but then THIS happens

THIN MAN (CONT'D)

(in Swedish) But I do not wish to risk offending our generous Mother.

LARGE WOMAN

(in Swedish) Nor do I. Yet we have already given our finest jewels and most fruitful tree. What else could we possibly offer?

Then a YOUNG BOY (10) is heard among the crowd.

YOUNG BOY (O.S.)

You can use me!

The crowd OPENS UP to reveal the young boy. He is adorned in the same jewels and flowers as the tree. His costume is an imitation of the tree's. He is clearly reciting lines (with less confidence than the Thin Man and Large Woman).

LARGE WOMAN

(in Swedish) You, young Ame, wish to offer your life to our beloved Goddess?

YOUNG BOY

(in Swedish) If She will have it.

THIN MAN

(in Swedish) How brave you are, little Ame!

YOUNG BOY

(in Swedish) Brave? What is brave in going home?

Horns are played as the Young Boy steps forward to stand before the men who tossed the tree. They reluctantly lift the boy up and carry him to the river.

this sends dani into a panic, they've already witnessed one human sacrificial ritual, and she understandably believes they're about to drown this child, but then there's this. weird staged protest before they go through with it

The crowd erupts into a CACOPHONY OF STAGED PROTEST. The men stop swinging the boy. After sufficient heckling, the men RELEASE the boy. He then runs to SIV, bashfully burying his face into her dress. She pats his head with pride.

Everyone APPLAUDS. The performance seems to be over. Dani looks completely disoriented.

so. it seems like everyone has memorized lines and understands what's happening (except the outsiders) so i guess the intention was "we're gonna pretend we're going to sacrifice a child to the river but then stop it at the last second and let him go" for... some reason

DANI

I don't want to acclimate! I want to leave.

christian keeps pushing for dani to just try to understand/fit in, to get used to it, but she's fighting it and wants out, again, her finally giving in and becoming fully one with the cult is the end of them both (well. dani lives. but y'know)

- pelle mentions that maja is 15, which i didnt catch, and makes this all. Worse

- mark's fatal mistake is different; instead of, uh. defiling the ancestral tree (which i think was literally where they put the ashes of the dead? i forget) he's actually trying to take part in a cultural tradition the men of the village are doing; they're collecting charms that have been hung in the trees and he tries to join in

Mark has arrived at an OAK TREE with a particularly large PINECONE (also bearing a flower) at the top. Its base has been tied with rope. Mark begins to CLIMB it.

CHRISTIAN

Wait, dude. Maybe hold off.

MARK

I'm gonna "gather a charm."

Josh and Christian look uneasy as Mark quickly scales the Oak. As he climbs past a few branches, a BEARDED MAN (40s) is heard off-screen:

BEARDED MAN (O.S.)

NEJ!!!

Mark FREEZES. The Bearded Man runs over. This is ULF.

ULF

(in Swedish) WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! GET OFF! GET DOWN!

Mark, now standing motionless on a branch, looks stupefied. The branch suddenly SNAPS beneath his feet, and he comes TUMBLING to the ground. He lands HARD on his ass.

Ulf desperately picks up the BROKEN BRANCH. He then notices that the tree's mud-plugged CLEFT (wrapped in rope) has BROKEN OPEN.

ULF (CONT'D)

(in Swedish) Oh no no no... What have you done?

so instead of doing something vulgar and Obviously insensitive and insulting, he's Trying to engage with their culture, just in a clueless and clumsy way, which is an interesting change

in the final version i think it makes mark seem less sympathetic/more He Had It Comin and makes you sympathize more with the cult members, there's less grey area so i think it makes you see their side a little clearer. personally i felt disgusted too, like yeah he didn't Know it was their ancestral tree but he's such a bitch about it when, once you realize what he's done, it's such an obvious insult, he should have been fucking mortified but he brushes it off so casually

while it's easier to relate to "so he broke a branch, so what" i think the concept of defiling a grave (or at least a memorial place) is something american audiences can readily understand and relate to while the spiritual tree connection is something more foreign

ulf is really, really distraught about the tree, it seems to be a huge personal blow to him emotionally and mentally

MARK

What the fuck? How is it his tree? What's even happening?

PELLE

That tree cured him of pneumonia when he was a baby.

MARK

What? How?! No it didn't.

PELLE (CONT'D)

He believes it did. And now his health and his life are tied to that tree. If it gets hurt, he gets hurt.

i dont remember if this is worded the same in the final version but in the scene where pelle tries to connect with dani

DANI

You're a very empathetic person, do you know that?

PELLE

Well, our first language here is strictly emotion-based. So I could just be using that to manipulate you.

Dani pauses at this. Pelle sticks his TONGUE out, teasing. Dani SMILES, relieved.

PELLE (CONT'D)

You are very vulnerable, though. And I mean that in a great way. It's very rare. It's beautiful.

boy this is scary as shit given how things are about to go down

i cant figure pelle out, i really have no clue how much of this is him just honestly thinking he's doing what's best/what's right because it's his culture and he's been raised in this and doesn't know anything else, and how much is just. complete manipulation and toying with them all

PLUMP ELDER

(to Connie now) Say you learn that your partner can't part with even a fraction of his own comfort to give you what you need. And show that you're appreciated.

i really think they were trying to bait connie into joining them too, maybe it Wasn't completely decided whether connie or dani would become the next queen (since the number of sacrifices they needed would mean everyone was intended to die except one of the girls, and potentially one more since dani could have chosen to save christian) (though i think it's also very likely they fully expected her to choose him. between pelle drawing her away and christian being manipulated into cheating on her they definitely seemed to. not have his best interests in mind) (i dont like christian and i cant say how much of this was his choice and how much was the cult breaking him down too but still)

in the final version, christian barely spares a thought for it when he's asked to sleep with maja, he doesn't protest at all - it's possible he was scared, or still under drug influences, but he still doesn't say Anything against it, but interestingly in this version he does hesitate at least a little, and it's also revealed that pelle had already planted the idea in maja's head and told her about christian before all of this - so his hinting about christian impregnating swedish women probably was self aware

SIV

You have been approved to mate with her. You're an ideal astrological match and she has fallen in love with you.

CHRISTIAN

We haven't even spoken.

SIV

She fell in love with you before you came. Pelle showed her a photo.

CHRISTIAN

(pause) I have someone here with me. I'm with Dani.

like he still goes through with it, but he seems way more reluctant and actually does stop to think about dani

anyway. i think thats all i have

[midnightstar-90]

Live Laugh Love~ Georgie Cooper x Reader

Poker, Faith, and Eggs

Summary: Sheldon's faith is shaken when his dad goes to the hospital.

Narrator's POV

Today felt like any other day for the Coopers. Missy would be doing what any little girl would be doing, and that was dressing up while rocking out to her favorite song. You could find Y/N and Georgie trying to one-up each other's trick shots while throwing firecrackers. And last but not least you could find Sheldon playing cards with Meemaw. There was one reason today wasn't like most, and that's because of one hospital visit.

Y/N'S POV

Yesterday Night

"Hey Georgie," I called out before I did the splits in the air and throwing the firecracker. Georgie watched in amazement, but when I turned to him he looked as if he wasn't impressed. "How did that song go again? 'Anything you can do, I can do better," Georgie told me. Georgie tried to do the move I did, but it didn't turn out the way he had hoped. I laughed and said, "I think you should stick to football. I'm gonna go get a drink." As I walked in I heard a "Yeah, okay".

I walk back into the house and see Sheldon and Meemaw playing cards. "Hi, Meemaw. Hi, Sheldon." They both said hello back then continued their game. I grab myself a glass of water and decide to watch the two play their game.

"I bet a nickel," Sheldon said after flinching from hearing a firecracker. "Are they really that scared of the firecrackers?" I thought inside my head still watching them play. MeeMaw stops the game to teach Sheldon what a poker face is. I don't think Sheldon understood because he still thought that Meemaw had bad cards, which led Sheldon to decide to not fold. MeeMaw ended up winning.

I smiled and shook my head. Sheldon was upset about his loss. I went over to Sheldon and gave him a side hug before saying, "Don't feel bad, Sheldon. I just beat your brother in a trick-shot battle. Sorry if the sounds scared you." MeeMaw congratulated me and Sheldon said, "Really? You guys had us jumping in our seat with that battle, AND he's still going." "I know. I'm sorry," I told Sheldon while messing up his hair. Sheldon fixed his hair, and then Mary walked into the house.

"Mom I'm home. What's he doing up?" Mary asked walking into the kitchen. Meemaw replies with "losing" when another firecracker goes off. Everyone jumps but me, leaving a smirk on my face. George goes to check it out. "Wrong timing dude," I said to myself, holding my head down. Before George makes it out the door Meemaw says, "I sent Georgie and Y/N on a beer run, and tipped them with firecrackers." Mary and George look at me, and I just look away.

Missy scared me when she ran down the stairs yelling, "I ATE SO MUCH CANDY!". Meemaw takes the silence and looks from Mary as a sign to leave. As Meemaw leaves, Georgie pops another firecracker. Everyone but me again jumps, making me laugh. Mary gives me an angry look, which makes me laugh harder.

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Present Day

Meemaw, Missy, Sheldon, Mary, and I were all at church.  Pastor Jeff explains to the church how he knows there is a god. When Pastor Jeff said that his logic of if there is a god was math, Sheldon and I cringed so hard. Mary was listening and loving everything she was hearing.

(Y/N's Church Dress)

I knew something was going to happen between Pastor Jeff and Sheldon, and I was right. Sheldon raises his hand and says, "that's wrong." Mary tries to keep the attention off of her family, but Pastor Jeff reassures her. "Sheldon, is it? Why don't you come on up here and tell me how I'm wrong," Pastor Jeff tells Sheldon. Everyone was still looking at us. I was holding in my laugh, and Mary elbowed me.

Everyone in the family knew how Sheldon gets when he proves people wrong, which left a concerned face on both Mary and Meemaw. Missy woke up from her nap, just as Sheldon walked past her. Sheldon sits with Pastor Jeff and tells him how he has mixed up possibilities with probabilities. Meemaw and I watch and comment to each other about how their conversation would go. MeeMaw was my second favorite "Cooper" family member, but she was super close to Georgie in the Cooper family battle. Sheldon looked defeated on that battle against the pastor, but I knew with all my heart that that would not be the last time we have a Sheldon V.S. Pastor Jeff battle.

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Georgie and I were in the backyard, on the swing set. We laughed and had a nice conversation. "I saw some of your practice today," Georgie said as we calmed down from our laugh. I quickly responded to Georgie with a smile, "Yeah, was I good?" Georgie smiled and looked at me before saying, "Well, I don't know much about cheerleading, but you looked good when you did that backflip."

I don't think Georgie meant I looked good the way I thought he meant I looked good. I just turned my head towards the boy, and both of our faces were close together. We stared at each other for about a minute before Georgie broke the silence, "I also saw Sarah fall, which was pretty funny." I looked away, laughing with a slight blush on my cheeks. "I think we should go inside," I say quickly, trying to help release the tension. "Yeah"

We walked into the house, and the tension was instantly higher than outside. Georgie sees Meemaw and asks what's going on. Missy just comes right out and says, "Dad's in the hospital." Georgie and I look at each other with a concerned look. "Why is George in the hospital?" I asked turning back to the trio. Meemaw says he's gonna be fine, but Sheldon interrupts saying, George had chest pains. Georgie fights Meemaw on going to the hospital, Meemaw says he'll be fine.

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All of us kids are sitting on the couch while MeeMaw checked the fridge for something. The phone rang, and Meemaw quickly answered it. I wasn't as scared for George as Georgie was. It's not because I don't care, but because I knew George. George is strong, and he would fight to be with his family.

The person I was worried about was Georgie. Georgie was always close with his father. I know with all my heart that Georgie will do anything in his power to make sure his father was okay. The best I can do is comfort him during this troubling time. I don't know much from when I was three, but I know from the stories told, that Georgie helped me when my parents died.

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11 years ago

Narrator's POV

Y/N and the Coopers were at Y/N's Parents' funeral. For a 3-year-old, Y/N was the saddest person in the whole building. The priest asked if there were any last words, and Y/N raised her hand. Everyone was shocked because the 3-year-old could barely talk. How could she say goodbye to her parents forever?

"Mommy, daddy, I know you are here. It kinda like hide and seek, except I stay here and you watch and protect me. I will miss you, but this isn't goodbye." The little girl said. Everyone felt bad that the girl knew what was happening.

Bedtime

Y/N and Georgie laid on their beds, which were in Georgie's room. Mary tucked Georgie in before making her way to Y/N's bed. Mary teared up seeing the girl. "You are so strong. And you're smart. You amazed everyone with your speech to your parents. I know you don't see it, but they are looking over you, and god is also," Mary said to the grieving toddler. Y/N looks at the woman and says, "Well, my mommy told me, on the day my grandma died, that she was looking after me."

Georgie was watching the whole interaction between his mom and new friend. When Mary walked out of the room after turning out the lights, Georgie jumped up from his bed and laid next to his soon-to-be best friend. He gave her a hug and held her until she fell asleep, with him soon following. That was the first time the two ever laid together when one was upset.

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Present Day

The four kids stood around a counter, waiting on news about their father. Sheldon breaks the silence, "What'd she say?" Connie tells the kids that the doctors are running some tests, but George would most likely be okay. Connie tells Missy and Sheldon to go get ready for bed, and Georgie continues to fight Connie on seeing his father. After the fight, Y/N follows Georgie to his room.

Y/N's POV

"Your father will be okay," I say sitting on Georgie's bed, trying to calm him down, but he continues to pace. "Are you gonna talk to me? We always talk to each other when we're upset." I don't get a response, but I do hear him mumbling. "What are you mumbling about?" Georgie just walks out of the room. I follow him out, rolling my eyes, and he turns and shhhs' me. Georgie walks up to Sheldon and Missy and asks them if they want to come with him to see their father.

We sneak out the back to get Meemaw's keys. Georgie shhs' me, I do it to Sheldon, and Sheldon does it to Missy. "Who do I shh?" We all turn back to Missy and shhh her. We continue to sneak, and I see that she fell asleep with a cigarette in her hand. 'That's not safe.' I thought. Georgie quickly grabs Meemaw's keys. Sheldon and Georgie have a quick argument, then we head out.

Missy heads for the front seat when I come behind her and tell her to beat it. Missy rolls her eyes and gets into the backseat. When I get in, I immediately go to turn on the radio. "What are you doing?" Georgie asked, stressed from worrying about his father. "I thought music would lighten the mood. Also, I know how you drive, and we need something to kill time." Georgie rolls his eyes and tells me to turn it off. Missy watches the two and says, "Could you guys stop acting like a married couple, and get this car moving?" Georgie and I look at each other once again, before we turn away blushing. We all buckle up, which I don't think Sheldon needs. The boy looks like a human punching bag.

Georgie drives worse than I thought. We hit several curbs and trashcans before I tell Georgie to stop the car. "Do you even know how to get to the hospital?" Missy asks Georgie. "Yeah, it's across from the Dairy Queen," Georgie answers Missy. "Nope, get out," I say, getting out of the car. "What are you doing?" "Switching spots with you. Now, get out." Georgie gets out also, and switches with me. I start driving and the ride is much smoother than when Georgie drove.

We see an ambulance, and I speed up and follow it. "Why are you following an ambulance?" Georgie asked me. "How are we friends? Ambulance equals hospital. Hospital equals your father." Georgie thinks about it and says an extended "Oh".

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"Mom," Sheldon yells, running to his mother. "Meemaw, there you are. We looked back and didn't see you in the hallway. We were basically lost," I said, gaining a knowing look from Meemaw. We all let Mary know that we want to see George. Mary questions why we're here, but Meemaw used a bluff.

"Georgie, hand me my keys," Meemaw says with her hand out. "Actually, I have them. By the way, If there are any dents, Georgie switched halfway through," I say. Meemaw then explains to us, that if we want the benefits of her watching us, then we can't tell, Mary about any of this. We all agree with Meemaw.

Georgie and I sit down. Georgie and I use each other as pillows, with my head on his shoulder, and his head on my head. "Your father will be okay. He's strong, and so is his son," I reassured Georgie. "Yeah, thanks" I see Sheldon and immediately take him under my arm and let him rest. I fall asleep right after him.

I wake up to Mary saying George will be fine. She then invites us to see George. Georgie walk to the hospital room with both of us in a side hug.

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Narrator's POV

The Coopers were ALL at church again, and Pastor Jeff and Sheldon were back at it again. Y/N and Georgie were cracking up. "This is what you miss every week," I say to Georgie. Mary and George come to the conclusion, that faking a heart attack could get them out of the argument. So, that's what they did. Y/N was disappointed that they didn't get to finish their argument, but she got more time with her family, and that is what matters.

[oneofthosesimps]

Freak like Me

pairing: levi x fem!reader I nsfw

word count: 6230

summary: as soon as the reader enters levi's life, something changes in him. reader's madness spills over and he slowly changes

warnings: mention of blood (not yours), rough sex, dirtytalk, daddy kink, swearing, dom x dom, fight scene

authors note: although i wanted to write shorter stories again, this one somehow got longer again. i tried my hand at an action scene, but i still have to practice a lot. somehow i had strong harley x joker vibes and they had to come out, sorry.

all credits to the artist of this pic:

Lensar on DeviantArt

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Your gaze falls into the depths of the forest before you close your eyes. Bright rays of sunlight fall through the branches above you and warm your face. You hear birds chirping around you, the crackling of the wood beneath you, the rustling of leaves swirling in a gust of wind. You breathe deeply as your open hair blows back. You hear your heart beating quietly in your chest as the silence embraces you like an old friend. What does freedom mean? What does life mean? You are sure that this is pretty close to the source. The people behind the wall, who go about their lives every day hoping to see the next day, would never get to see this world. Especially not the people you left behind in the underground.

A grin plays around your lips as you hear the hissing far off in the distance. The trees groan behind you under the force with which the hooks bore into their bark. That took a long time, you think to yourself, as ropes speed past you. You hear the chatter and shouts of your comrades in fragments, shattering the silence around you. Blurred faces shoot past you one after the other.

You spread your arms and stretch them away from you. One last deep breath fills your lungs before you hold your breath. Slowly your body falls backwards before you lose your footing beneath you and plunge headlong into the depths. The air hisses loudly past your ears, your body spins around itself. You are weightless, the green blurs around you before your whole body is pressed full force into your harness and you are yanked back up. You hear the gas sweep around you as you fly through the air, trailing the others. Your hooks bore further away into the trunk of a thick, old tree. You take momentum, flying high into the treetops, letting the ropes come back to you. Unsecured, you fall through space. Your body does a backward roll, allowing you to observe the forest floor for a brief moment. The moss nestles around the roots of the trees, single brown leaves cover the forest path, bodies move forward beneath you, you can still see a squirrel quickly making its way to safety before your body returns to its normal position and you dig your hooks into a tree again. You zip between the trees, your cape flying behind you, your face brushing some branches that bore into your tender skin. You hear the pop of a cannon being fired and see red smoke in the sky northwest of you.

Immediately you change direction, sprinting forward, leaving behind other cadets who still haven't processed what is happening. Arriving in a clearing, you find your place on a thick branch high above. Further in the distance, you see the shaking of trees, the earth shaking slightly, making the grass dance on the ground. You hear heavy footsteps, still moving slowly.

The branch below you moves and you look to your right. Silver eyes stare at you from beneath tousled black hair, eyeing your small body.

"You really do have to keep pushing forward." You hear more bodies land on the trees behind you and the wood weighs down slightly. The rest of your squad waits for instruction from your captain.

"I guess this is why I'll never get my own Squad, sir."

You turn your gaze back to the direction the titan is coming at you from and grin.

"What do you think, fifteen seconds?"

"Mmm, more like ten," Levi guesses, and the tremor intensifies. A huge hand grips around a tree trunk, pulling out from between the trees, and big eyes stare at you. Nearly ten-metres high, abnormal.

"Let's see what you can do then, humanity's strongest soldier." He snorts and rolls his eyes before his whole body moves forward with a jerk. He pulls his swords from their holsters and places them close to his body. With an ease and without the titan even noticing him, he cuts a chunk out of his neck. Before Levi even gets back beside you, the giant falls to the ground and starts to steam.

That wasn't even seven. He crosses his arms in front of his chest, the blood on his face slowly disappears and he looks at you. A small smirk curls his lips, "Brat."

You snort and slam your fist against his shoulder.

Special.

That's the word everyone would use to describe your relationship.

Special.

The first time Levi laid his eyes on you, when he saw you among all the new, shitty cadets, his foot hit your stomach area shortly after. You lacked respect and you lacked punctuality and discipline too. Another pile of shit he had to deal with - or work on until it headed home in tears.

The day after that, he hit your face with his fist. Kneeling on the floor in front of him, panting, you looked up at him. Wiping blood from your lips, you grinned at him and looked at him with wide eyes, your pupils exploding. "That's all you got, sir." Just as he was about to grit his teeth and lunge with his foot to beat the living daylights out of you, Hange stopped him. He tore himself away from her and knelt down to you, looking at you with dead eyes, "I'm going to make your fucking life a living hell." Your tongue licked over your lower lip, wiping away the remaining blood and your grin widened, "Try me."

He kept his word, always picking you out, giving you more tasks, making you run round after round, cleaning the whole headquarters, beating up your little body several times, but to his displeasure you did it all flawlessly. Yes, you lacked respect and also punctuality and discipline, but your performance was amazing, almost close to his. And when he finally saw the potential in you that Erwin had been talking about all along, it suddenly stopped - he left you alone, saw you with different eyes. Something changed in him, as if a plug had been pulled. You watched each other across the field during training, in mess hall at dinner, every spare minute your eyes spent on each other and gradually butterflies crept into the pit of your stomach. And you had the feeling that behind the cold silver there was something deep and dark that you wanted to bring to the surface. Your exchanges were still kept to a minimum, however, until there was another bang.

"That's the stupidest plan I've heard in a long time," you snort, raising an eyebrow.

"Excuse me, brat?" You roll your eyes and stare at him just as coldly as it hits you. The temperature in the room drops noticeably and the others at the table hold their breath. No one dares to say anything. No one would dare say anything. The moonlight from outside shines in, the candles in the room flicker slightly and trace sharp edges on your faces.

"That's the stupidest plan I've heard in a long time," you repeat louder, "Better, sir?"

Levi's eyes blaze and he stares at you. His eyebrows draw together, the corners of his mouth drop. You see Armin open his mouth speechlessly to your right.

Your hairs stand up, the electricity rises and you bite your lower lip, grinning.

"You doubt my plan?" says Levi low and monotone. Jean's hand lands on your shoulder and he grips it, pressing you into your seat to save you from your own stupidity, but it wasn't you who was stupid, it was the whole plan Levi had just explained to you.

"Not only do I doubt it, but I also have a better one," your grin widens as Levi's liquid silver darkens. "Let me fight on the front lines. Mikasa is good, but I'm better".

"For that, you're an incorrigible little bitch who won't listen to my orders".

"Yes, because my plans usually make more sense".

"You're not ready for that. Your cluelessness only makes you run from one titan to another. That statement alone shows me how small your brain is if you're not even aware of it and now shut your mouth."

Jean's grip tightens, but you just push his hand away from you. After your next blink, your heart jumps a tiny bit as you see Levi's annoyed face. He is always good at holding back his anger and it never shows. In fact, he almost never shows any emotion, but you see right through him. He has it bubbling up inside him. Never contradicts him and if he does, the person suffers a thousand deaths afterwards. But between you it is somehow different, tingling. It gives you the greatest pleasure to see him like this and you know, deep inside him, a voice is telling him that he enjoys it too. Others would describe you as crazy and full of the courage to live, but that's what makes it all so appealing.

"Maybe we can find a compromise?" suggests Armin and you see the sweat on his brow as he almost shits himself at the words. You roll your eyes and look back at Levi.

"I thought you wanted to make my life hell. So that's a good start," you remind him of the first words he ever said to you.

"Your plans are bullshit. If I let you keep fighting up front, you'll probably get yourself killed by your insanity, " he growls, almost at his limit. But only almost.

You lean over slightly, look at him, smile slightly, grin, bite your lip again, breathe, "I have a feeling you like this madness, Levi."

He tenses slightly, draws his eyebrows together again as his name passes your lips. Connie coughs and tries to draw attention to himself, but everyone ignores him. It seems like everyone is in a state of shock because you simply addressed him by his first name. Everyone watches spellbound as you literally eye-fuck each other. Do they like the show? Almost at his limit.

"Tch, what did you just call me, brat?" his voice gets louder and his hands form into fists. You lean back in your chair again and look at him, bored.

"Oh, I didn't know you had such bad hearing. Don't you like Levi? That's your name, isn't it? Do you prefer Sir? Or Captain? Or maybe," your eyes looked up at him, burning into him, "Daddy?" At his limit. Pathetic.

A deep dark sound comes from his throat and the others hold their breath again. His whole posture grows stronger and wider. You see the muscles working under his clothes, see veins popping on his hand and you feel butterflies in your stomach. His eyes are black. You all sit like that for a few seconds. You watch his gestures and his face change emotions. Without warning, his right hand hits the table flat, "Fuck off."

The sound cuts through the silence and the weaklings among you flinch. Confused, no one moves, while your eyes do not leave each other's. Armin is about to open his mouth and Jean is about to put his hand on your shoulder again when Levi stands up with a jerk, his chair tipping backwards and hitting the wooden floor with a thud.

"I said fuck off," he roars, looking around with a death glare.

Chairs squeak, footsteps run across the wooden floor, making it creak.

"What have you done now?" whispers Jean in your ear and you give him a look before he walks behind the others and the door closes.

The scene stops again and you stare at Levi. Both hands flat on the table in front of him, leaning on his arms and looking down, he stands there. You can no longer see his eyes as his long black strands fall into his face, but you notice his tense jaw. Your heart leaps again. He was so handsome. Especially when he was angry. Finally, you break the silence.

"Great, now you've scared everyone," you sigh and roll your eyes.

"What are you doing?", Levi hisses back at you, spitting venom and bile, finally raising his head. His eyes blaze again and your core drips.

"I don't know what you mean."

"You know your place, so start acting like it, you piece of shit."

"I wish my place was naked in front of you." Before Levi has taken in what you've said, you stand up, pushing the chair back a little as you do so, "Now if you'll excuse me, I'd like to go to sleep too. The day was exhausting and I need to rest to be fit for the expedition. So, I can sit my ass off nicely in midfield."

You turn away from him and your heart slips slightly into your pants. Never turn your back on the enemy. "But of course, it makes much more sense for Mikasa to fight in front and me in the back. Makes sense."

You can take two steps as his hand wraps firmly around your wrist. He squeezes too tightly, hurting you, and you grin again.

"Repeat what you said." His voice is so low it sends a shiver down your spine. Your expression changes and, playfully annoyed, you turn to face him.

"Do you mean the part where I explained that I was going to sit my ass off." He growls and you almost groan. The tension was heavy and hot.

"Stop playing games. My patience is running out."

You lick your lower lip again, wetting it before biting down on it. "I know this isn't about the fucking mission," Levi looks at your mouth. You take a step closer to him, looking up at him from below. "I wish my place was naked in front of you, Daddy," you breathe.

In that split second, his lips land on yours. Two forces of nature collide and you almost topple backwards. His arm wraps tightly around your waist, pulling you against him, and you finally moan. He bites your lower lip hard and you open your mouth in pain. He takes the opportunity to dig his tongue deep between your lips. He presses himself against your body and you slam into the wall behind you. A pain runs through your head as your tongues circle each other, fighting to see who has the upper hand. Your hands go into his hair, reaching deep into his mane, and you pull his head closer to you. Big hands grip your waist and he lifts you up with ease so you can wrap your legs around him. His hands travel under your thighs, squeezing the flesh before he drills them into the fat of your ass. Your teeth collide as you drill your tongue deeper into his mouth, exploring his mouth cavity. He releases the kiss and a thread of spit connects you. You lay your head back and lick over your swollen, sore lips as he places his mouth on your vein, kissing your pulse before licking along it.

"Took you long enough to finally decide to fuck me."

"Shut your mouth, brat," he breathes against your neck before biting into it and sucking on it.

"I swear, if you leave hickeys ..." you groan.

"What then? Are you going to hit me with your little fists?"

"You mean like you did to me all those times? Nah, I'm not an asshole like you. But you probably secretly get off on it."

He bites your neck, just above your pulse, and your head slams back against the wall behind you, making you see stars. He smirks as his nails dig into you and you claw into his shirt. Your panties are completely wet and your juice leaks out of you incessantly. You moan loudly as his teeth dig deeper into your flesh. This was far too good to be true. Your left hand goes into his hair again, you pull at the strands and tear him away from you. He makes a face and you press your lips to his again, biting his lower lip until you taste blood. He gasps and pushes your head away from him, "You're crazy."

You grin broadly at him. "We've been over this," you lick his lower lip apologetically, "and I can see you like it." His gaze is on your face as you wrap your arms around him. "You like crazy, you will stick your dick in crazy." A dark sound escapes him and your nails run over his neck. "You can't even argue with me, you want to fuck this crazy bitch so badly."

His lips land on yours again and you grin against him before moaning into his mouth as he presses you tighter against the wall. His hands leave your ass, skimming up the sides of your waist before moving forward to your chest. Two of his fingers find their way along between the buttons, stroking the sensitive skin. Your belly grows warm with the butterflies inside him. You wrap your legs tighter around his waist and run your hand under the fabric of his shirt at the nape of his neck, running it over the muscles of his shoulders and it shakes you with pleasure.

His strong hands grip the fabric of your blouse and without warning, he rips the front apart, sending the buttons flying across the room. You bite your lip as his arms fall around your waist to hold you in place. "You shouldn't have taken your anger out on my blouse," you moan as he kisses the bulge above your right collarbone and licks along it.

"Would you rather I took it out on you?" he murmurs as he bites into that thin skin too, sucking on it and sure to leave a hickey.

"Yes, I don't know you any different."

He continues to lick forward, kissing the ridge at the end of your neck, licking over a mole at the beginning of the mound of your breast. His right hand comes away from your waist, grips your left breast and kneads it. You claw into his shoulders, leaving marks as he pushes the cup off it and you feel his hand skin on skin. Almost painfully, he rolls your nipple between his thumb and forefinger and you push your back through, coming to meet him.

"Mmm, you like that?" he murmurs and you can hear his grin.

"I never thought you'd be this good at it," you mock, before you make a grimace and groan. Pain runs through you as he bites down on your nipple and then his lips wrap around it and he sucks on it. The sensation extends to your fingertips and your toes, coursing through your whole body. You close your eyes, savouring and moaning his name as he bites into it again. He sucks harder on it, lifting his head slightly and releasing it with a plop. He circles your nipple with his tongue and licks it slowly and pleasurably. The knot in your stomach tightens and your head is fogged.

"More," you moan into the room. You tug at the piece of fabric covering him and press your core tighter against him.

"Don't be so impatient, idiot."

"I'm not impatient, you're just slow."

He pulls your whole body down a bit, pressing his bulge into your centre. You curse because the fabric between you is annoying and rub against him greedily.

"Slowly then?" he purrs against your ear and comes towards you, rubbing against you too, "I'll keep that in mind." He grips you again and lifts you away from the wall. You let yourself fall against him and moan against his neck, licking it as you continue to try and build pressure.

Shortly after, your bottom touches the table and he releases your weight. You seize the opportunity and do the same to him, yanking him out of his shirt.

"Tch, but I'm venting my anger," he leans over you, capturing your lips again. Immediately your tongues meet. Greedily your fingers touch his body, stroking his soft skin beneath your fingers, feeling individual scars over, which you let your thumb wander. You caress each and every muscle and gape at his well-built body. He surpasses every single one of your fantasies that you imagined while he was training or just cleaning. You follow his muscles down to the V of his pelvis and a deep moan comes over him as you undo the buckle of his belt. His hands also find their way to your trousers, undoing them, and he releases the kiss. He goes to the floor, kneels in front of the table where you are still sitting and looks up at you. Slowly he takes off your boots without taking his eyes off you. You watch him spellbound, a grin falling on your lips again. He pulls at your trouser legs and you lift your bottom, helping a little so that he can brush the fabric off your legs.

His hands run over your feet and you shake yourself slightly before he kisses them.

"Mmm," you moan, "I could see you like this more often, Captain." You bite your lower lip as his hands slide along your legs. Again, and again his lip or tongue hits your skin, caressing it and you are sure you would leave a stain on the neatly cleaned table. At the latest, when his lips lick the insides of your thighs, your hands clasp the edge of the table. You groan and your right hand goes into his hair, claws into it. His hands settle on your legs, pushing them apart, and his warm breath touches your core. He looks at the dark fabric separating his face from your lower lips and licks his lips. How will you taste? There is a distinct stain, your juice colours the fabric a shade blacker and his hard cock presses against his still closed trousers. He draws in the air around him and he groans. You smell so incredibly good, how much he'd like to taste you. How much he would like to fuck you.

When you notice his fingers gently stroking your pussy and he grips the fabric to pull it aside, you moan again and pull on his head.

Painfully he is pulled back and you close your legs.

"What are you doing, idiot?" he gasps in annoyance, his face contorting at the sting.

"I don't feel like playing this time," you murmur, grinning. "My patience is wearing thin," you repeat his words from earlier, "I don't feel like waiting anymore."

You press your toes against his chest and push him backwards. He is slightly off balance, staggers and falls into the chair behind him.

"Unzip your pants already", you stand up and your hands each rest on the back of the chair next to his head, your breasts dangling in his face, "Go ahead".

Completely caught off guard, he undoes the button and then the zip. You grin again and lean forward towards him. Your lips meet his jaw, kissing along it to his ear and you put your mouth to the shell of his ear, "And now you take out your big cock."

He growls slightly and does as you command. Your gaze falls briefly on his hard erection and a shiver comes over you, your butterflies dancing inside you.

"That's much better, isn't it, Daddy?" you see his Adam's apple dangle as he swallows hard and you look into his eyes. You place one leg on each side of his body. Your hands slide from the back of the chair to his shoulders and you claw into them. Still covered with a piece of cloth, you rub your cunt over his hard cock, which presses against it. You moan and he does the same, putting his hands on your waist and squeezing. His eyes close and he puts his head back in his neck, "Do it already."

"Anything my daddy wants," your hand grips the thin fabric and pulls it aside. Drops of your juice hit him, mixing with his precum and you rub it along your slit before gripping his shaft and sliding his thick tip inside you.

Never would you have expected him to be so big. Your walls press tightly against him as he slides inch by inch into you. Your eyebrows draw together because it feels so good. Levi gasps slightly beneath you as you swallow him slowly.

"You're huge," you sigh contentedly as he's fully inside you, and you twitch your walls, his fingers buried deep in the flesh of your waist. His jaw seems tense, but his eyes look at you half-closed. His irises are no longer visible. "God, so fucking huge. We should have done this so much sooner. I think it's tearing me apart," you grin wide and happy as you feel a slight burn.

"If I had known how good you looked doing that, I would have fucked you sooner."

"Yeah, would you have?" you look deep into his eyes as you move upwards, his cock sliding completely out of you and you lower yourself back down onto him, "Do you like the way I ride your cock?" Your movements slowly quicken and you hear the smacking of your cunt as it swallows his cock again and again.

"Do you like the way your thick cock keeps digging deep into me?" He growls out and starts to come towards you. His hips thrust upwards, hitting you hard. As he does, you don't part your gaze for a second and it feels like you can glimpse his soul.

"Do you like the way my cunt milks you?" Levi digs one hand into the fat of your ass, pulling on it and baring his teeth. You dig your nails into his back as he changes the angle and bumps against your G-spot. The sounds of his balls hitting your ass and the mixing of your fluids grow louder. You become incredibly hot and start to sweat.

"Do you like the way I moan your name?" you add a long Levi at the last word and he stares at you like you're a goddess. His goddess.

"Fuck, you're so hot," he murmurs in a dry, heavy voice.

"That you ever thought otherwise hurts my heart." You ram your fingernails deeper into his back and pull at the skin, leaving deep marks.

"I'll never think anything else again," he groans up at you. By now you are no longer riding him. Instead, he holds you in place above him, your feet no longer even touching the ground, and he thrusts into you with a brutality that leaves you breathless. The knot in your stomach gets tighter and tighter and you bite his shoulder to stifle a scream. He fucks you like a madman, pressing his body hard against yours and enjoying the feel of your hard nipples against his chest. He tries to get even deeper, to push against your cervix, but the position is too shitty for that.

"That won't do," he groans, suddenly lifting you up. With his pants at his ankles and you in his arms, he walks back to the table, lays you down on it ungently and buries himself in you again. He grips your legs with his hands, rests them on his shoulders and increases his speed further. He fucks you into the hard wood of the table and puts his head back, moaning your name loudly. He comes so far inside you, you feel pain deep inside you. Such good pain.

"God, your cunt is so tight. I never want to feel anything else ever again." You open your mouth to say something but nothing comes out. Your breath has long left your lungs and your brain can't make anything up. Your little body is concentrating solely on how his fat cock is being pushed into you, how he is tearing your little hole in two and how incredible this feeling is. Because of this, you just mumble something to yourself, which makes him grin, "Suddenly I guess your mouth isn't so big anymore." Again, you try to say something, but it is in vain. Your head is full of fog and all you can think about is how he should thrust harder, even deeper, which is no longer possible, and how he should take you. You want him to ruin you, for everything and everyone. Every night he should do this to you so that you can never stand or sit again. You just want to be his little plaything.

"Good to know I can shut you up like this." His cock hits your G-spot hard and makes you see stars. You moan loudly and reach for something to claw into, but there's nothing. "Alright, I guess silent isn't quite the right word".

He's fucking you so well and you glare at him as he stares at you and you bite your lip, your breathing becoming more uncontrolled and you nod slightly at him to signal how close you are. He grins and you push your back through as he thrusts into you one last time and you explode, screaming his name and losing your grip on the earth.

That was probably the beginning of your death - and probably that of every other - but who knows for sure. The two of you were quite a force on your own, but as a duo you were invincible. Soon, word got out about what had happened. You could have tried to deny it, but it wasn't difficult to guess, since you were ever the only person allowed to disobey Levi and get away alive. Moreover, your loud moans could be heard throughout the building. Everyone should know that you now belong to each other. Your madness spilled over onto him. You had nothing left to lose - except each other and you swore you would only leave this hell together.

"Listen up, shitheads," Levi turns his attention to the people behind you and you follow his gaze, "we're going to do another round and secure the perimeter before we set up camp here for the night."

"Yes, sir," everyone but you shouts in unison and salutes. You roll your eyes.

Your gaze, on the other hand, averts and you direct it to the trees around you. The birdsong has died down and the wind has receded. The branch beneath you sways slightly again as Armin lands on it and turns to talk to Levi. You ignore them both and continue to look around. No wind, but the leaves sway back and forth. You close your eyes and concentrate. Far in the distance you can hear a river making its way through the ground. There is a faint smell of wet moss and it is all so peaceful. Far away you hear the tapping of a woodpecker looking for its food before it suddenly stops. You tear your eyes open and clutch the handles of your equipment. A moment later you see the bird fluttering overhead with a loud bird song. Your eyes fall on Levi and over Armin's shoulder he looks at you. He raises an eyebrow before your typical grin falls to your lips and his expression slips.

You shoot your hooks, which bore into a tree and you fly away. Behind you, you hear the shouting of others and more gas being consumed as you make your way through the forest. You build up speed and zoom past the many trees. You race in the direction from which you just heard the woodpecker. You hear a stomping sound that gets louder and louder the closer you get to it, before you see two huge figures running past you on your left. You didn't expect two, but that only means one more point on your kill scale. Your hands grip the handles of your 3DMG tighter and adrenaline rushes through your bloodstream. You draw in a deep breath through your nose as you suddenly change direction and race towards them. In the distance, you catch sight of your squad and see Levi racing ahead of them after you. He is stronger than you, but you are faster. He has left the squad behind with ease and does not look happy. His rage-filled face makes you feel like you're on fire and a shiver runs down your spine.

"Sorry," you shout loudly to them as you fly through the air and your hook bores into a titan's shoulder. You hear Levi yell your name, but you ignore him. Unfortunately, this distracts the two titans and they notice you. They stop and look around before spotting Levi.

The smaller titan is just under eight metres tall, the other about two metres taller, both of course abnormal. You whirl around the larger one and draw your swords, placing them against your small body, ready for battle. You hiss at his neck, but while he has not yet set his sights on you, the smaller one turns his attention to you and looks at you with wide eyes. He reaches out his hand to you. You curse loudly and drill your hook into a tree above you to get away from him quickly. It is just enough that when he closes his hand, you are not caught in it. Instead, your sole touches his huge finger and you push off against him in addition to putting more land between him and you. On the other side of the field, you see Levi whirling through the air, attracting the little titan's attention. He puts up his swords ready to fight, but you are quicker, get in his way and cut the titan's neck with a smooth slice. The first titan goes down, begins to steam and you are left with the larger one. As you fly through the air, you drill your hooks into his arm and pull yourself towards him. Just before you get on top of him you change direction and fly towards his shoulder. The titan looks around and tries to spot you again, but you are too fast. The next time your hooks hit a tree in the distance. You fly towards his neck, your swords just setting when your ropes suddenly loosen. The titan has lashed out, ripping them out of the tree. You tear open your eyes, more adrenaline finding its way into your bloodstream, your heart pounding against your chest. For the moment, your course is not altered, so your cut glides through him perfectly and he falls slowly to the ground. But you fall with him. You try to drill your hooks back into a tree, but apparently, he has damaged your equipment, so nothing happens. Panic shoots into your head as you get closer and closer to the ground. You close your eyes and brace yourself for impact before you hit the ground. Your air is ripped from your lungs, your body aches under the contact and the wind flies around your ears. You cling to the body against you and rest your head against its neck. Black tea and lemon. As soon as your feet touch ground, he sets you down and pushes you off him. You stagger back and see the faces of the rest of your comrades, who look at you in horror.

"What was that about, you retard?!" snarls Levi at you, and you see his tense jaw and the deep creases on his forehead, his lips pressed hatefully into a line, as he presses his eyebrows together.

"I don't know what you're upset about. I had the situation under control." You pat the dirt off your clothes, hoping he doesn't see your slightly wobbly legs. You take a deep breath and look up at him. That was more action than you planned. To be honest, the situation got out of hand, but you would never admit that - especially not in front of Levi.

"Under control?! You call that under control! You disobeyed my order!" he yells at the whole forest and you see Krista wince.

"I killed them, what more do you want? If you hadn't come, I would have finished faster."

"He almost killed you!"

"Right, almost," you grin at him and undo the straps of your equipment, letting it fall to the floor. It is no longer of any use and simply means more burden that you would have to carry around with you. You kick it lightly and it rattles. Everyone seems shocked, and Levi clenches his hands into fists. You bite your lower lip, "You were there, weren't you?"

"Yeah, but I'm not always, maron!"

"Yeah, and I'm good at taking care of myself in those moments," you stride towards him and place your hands on his tense chest, "Daddy."

You wink at him and the others almost skin it at your words. Eren is probably already thinking about running away before Levi takes his anger out on him. You stroke his shirt and he stares at you. His anger is immeasurable, but you can see something else mingling in his gaze and he relaxes slightly.

"You'll pay for that later," he murmurs and you lick your lips.

"I expected nothing less."