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Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x reader x Osferth and all the combinations thereof.

Synopsis: the lovely anon requested OG!Poly either prompt #1 or #8 from this prompt list. I went with #8 and for a University!AU because why not?

Warnings: a dash of angst with a happy ending, kissing, edging, biting, fingering, oral (f receiving), discussion of limits, a bit of demeaning language, p in v sex, anal, titty sucking.

A/N: your request is finally here nonnie! Sorry for the long wait!

NSFW and 18+ only please!

“Spread your legs baby, that’s it… Wider.”

Aemond’s voice is husky in your ears, Osferth’s big hands help you open your legs more, until he can hook them behind his, baring you to your other lover’s burning eye.

This is not how you expected to end your night but it’s definitively a better way than what you’d imagined.

When you started uni, you never expected to find yourself in a three way relationship by the third year, and not with Osferth, the sweetest member of the Tau Lambda Ki fraternity, and Aemond, the brother of the head of the other fraternity, The Beacon.

You three had all the reasons to keep your relationship under wraps, but you never expected Aemond and Osferth to disappear from your life right around graduation. You never hoped whatever you three shared to survive university, but that they would drop you without a word, and Aemond… You don’t want to go there, you don’t want to think about the sweet moments you three had shared, and the filthy ones, and the movies you three watched together, and the songs and…

You abruptly stand up before you start crying and ruin your make up, the chair falling behind you in the haste of your movements,: those two imbeciles don’t want to be in your life anymore? Well, you feel sorry for them! You look so cute in your summer dress and you three could have a last encore, before leaving university: their loss! You’re going to the party all the fraternities have organized and have all the fun you can get, and if you’re hooking up with someone? Even better!

You can feel the thump of the bass in your blood an in your head, it beats with every breath you take and cancels the pain stabbing you when you see all the happy couples kissing around you; not that you, Osferth and Aemond could even think about pulling a stunt like that, but…

Cursing you stomp towards the bar, hellbent in getting drunk; on your way there you see Osferth’s friends in the distance and longing stabs you again. Angry you slam the money on the counter and drink the vodka down in one gulp, the alcohol burning you throat, the peachy taste lost.

You drown two more shots before throwing yourself in the sea of bodies again, swaying following the people around you, skin on skin your body moves around the dance floor, with your eyes closed you don’t see where you’re landing, the alcohol muddling your desire to care.

You feel yourself becoming one with the people around you, their heartbeats yours, your sweat mixing with theirs, their skin brushing on yours as you glide through the crowd, the flash of the strobe lights painting galaxies under your closed eyelids.

You feel hands on your hips, warm and big they glide over the cotton of your dress and you push yourself against the foreign person touching you, your ass moving against their front as you feel them hugging you from behind to pull you backwards some more, until you two are hidden from everyone else.

“Finally found you!” Osferth’s voice is still soft in your ear, even when he has to fight the blast of music deafening all of you. “I’ve missed you, my sweet.”

You tense up immediately and turn around to face him; he’s standing with a big smile on his face, his hands still on your hips.

“You must be kidding me!” You growl, swatting his hands away.

“Why? What happened?”

Without even thinking, you slap the kicked puppy expression off his face and storm away, his voice calling after you.

In a whirlwind you run outside, barely missing a couple of waiters and their trays. You don’t even say you’re sorry, pain and rage blind you, so are the tears welling up in your eyes; you’re not sure if someone has seen you, and you don’t care, you yell at the girl working at the cloakroom to give you back your jeans jacket and start running towards your dorm as soon as she manages.

You realize how stupid you have been when you can hear no sounds around you and see how dark the night is, moonless, the road barely illuminated by the sparse street lights.

The club is in the former manufacturing part of town; while most of the firms have moved away from the area, the buildings are almost all boarded up and closed, giving the neighborhood a creepy atmosphere. You are positive no one is around, but can you be sure, with all the overgrown vegetation where the parking lots used to be? Are small animals causing the sounds you hear around yourself?

Anxious you tighten the lapels of your jacket closed over the neckline of your dress, walking faster when you start to hear footfalls behind you: turning back is not an option anymore and there’s no shuttle bus working on this road. You curse under your breath and start walking faster, curling the strap of your bag around your hand to use it as a weapon as you try to book an Uber: you need to get to the main road, where people are and you can be seen!

The footfalls sound closer to you, dangerously so, and you break into a run when you start seeing the shapes of cars in the distance: you need to get there, it’s not too far away, not too far…

A hand curls around your free wrist and pulls you backwards, out of fear you use the momentum to swing your bag to your assailant's head, screaming like a mad banshee you keep hitting and hitting, until someone else tries to grab your swinging arm and you kick them in the shin, teeth snapping like a rabid dog.

“It’s us! Are you out of your mind???”

“Aemond? Osferth?”

You walk a couple of steps backwards, eyes leveling the two men who are staring at you with their hands raised in front of their chests; you must have hit Aemond, his usually perfect hair is mussed, the eye patch askew on his face.

“What were you two thinking?” You’re screaming with adrenaline and fear still coursing through your veins.

“Why were you running? We couldn’t keep up!” Aemond bites back, angry and hurt.

“I’m all alone in a bloody back road and I head footsteps! What was I supposed to do?” You march until you are face to face with him. “And why do you care now?”

Aemond and Osferth share a perplexed glance and then stare at you owlishly; if you weren’t that angry you’d laugh in their faces.

“We always care?” Osferth approaches you cautiously with his hands still raised.

“Do you?” You whip your head around and Osferth steps back, scared and confused. “You two disappeared on me! Barely responded to my texts. And you Aemond, I know what you’re doing with your professor!”

“You’re jumping to the wrong conclusion.” Aemond answers coldly, his back straightening unintentionally. “You should get a grip on yourself.”

For a second you are too surprised to say anything, to move, even: how dares he?

Your hand connects with his scarred cheek before you can even realize what you’re doing, the only sound you can hear is Osferth’s surprised yelp.

“Go fuck yourself Aemond, better, go fuck your professor. I thought you were better than that!”

You turn around, you feel the tears threatening to fall again and you’re never going to let them see how much it hurts; Osferth’s hand grabs your wrist before you can walk away form them.

“Aemond is acting like an idiot…”

“Hey!”

“… but he would never do that to you, to us.”

“Let me go, now!” Your voice trembles and it’s so hard not to cry.

“Let us explain, sweet beloved.”

“There’s nothing else to say. You two have moved on, I would have appreciated the head’s up.” You sob.

“You’re such an idiot. Sometimes I wonder why I have fallen in love with you.”

Aemond’s words freeze you on the spot: love? When did any of you talked about love?

“You know how hard it is to switch law schools so late in the year?” Aemond adds, trying to keep his own rage under control.

You turn around to look into his eye: now you’re the one confused.

“The reason why we haven’t been able to be more present is that we have been trying to switch to the uni where you’re going to do your teacher training.” Osferth tells you, gently.

“No, wait, what?” You can feel the gears in your brain halt to a stop.

“Alys, Professor Rivers, was helping me with switching law schools and Osferth has managed to get a place in a different Theology School than the one he applied for earlier this year. All to be with you!”

You feel your knees buckle and it’s all thanks to Osferth’s hold on you that you don’t fall on your ass.

“Why didn’t you two tell me?”

“We couldn’t risk getting your hopes up, not without being sure.” Osferth gently cups your cheek.

You let your face fall against Osferth’s chest, shaking with all the violent emotions that have been plaguing you for days and he hugs you tight with one hand, with the other he grabs Aemond so that he can hold you from behind, effectively sandwiching you between them.

“Why are you crying?” Aemond asks against your hair, aren’t you supposed to be happy?

You don’t answer immediately, your brain is still frozen up, all the information hitting your overworked gears: coming with you? Changing schools?

“You said you love me!”

You can feel Osferth’s chest rumble with a laugh he can barely control, behind you Aemond huffs.

“We always had, sweet beloved.” Osferth murmurs against your hair.

“You never expressed it! With words!”

“Did you need us to?” Aemond asks behind you, surprised.

You manage to evade their gentle hold to stare into their surprised faces: for being two guys in your age group, they are pretty smart and make you forget that they are still men, therefore they need to be told to do things, even expressing their feelings.

“Yes, Aemond. How do you expect me to infer that?”

Aemond’s brows knit at your question: wasn’t it implied to all your interactions?

“Why did you think we were with you?” Osferth looks even more perplexed than Aemond is.

“The great sex? We had loads of that.”

“We spent time together, gevie, why would I waste my time watching those awful horror movies, if not because I am in love with you?”

“Because we fucked afterwards. We always did, after any sort of activity we did together. I thought it was the endgame here.”

And it hurt. If you are being honest with yourself, all your couplings with them had been great, the best you ever had, but left you with a sour taste in your mouth when you had started to develop unwanted feelings you believed were unreciprocated. How were you supposed to know? Aemond is intense, but never expresses his feelings outward and Osferth… Osferth goes around a lot: under the cute smile he’s insatiable and very good in bed, he's probably slept with all the sorority members on campus, and some of the fraternity guys as well (you don’t know he’s stopped after the fist time he’s gotten a taste of you). Based on all of this, why would anyone think those two idiots are in love?

“Perhaps we had some communication issues.”

You bark a laugh at that: Osferth wants to become a pastor and being able to communicate is kinda big in that line of work, you have always thought, and he can’t even let you know how he feels about you.

“What’s so funny? I wasn’t joking!”

“I’ll tell you later, Osferth.” You answer.

“What about you? Why didn’t you say it out loud?” Aemond asks, so aggravated you can’t help but laugh again.

“First, what makes you think I am reciprocating your feelings?”

You see the panic under the mask of coldness Aemond always wears: you love when you manage to make him shake in his boots.

“Second, to then see you run away? You don’t say ‘I love you’ to the guys you think are in just for a booty call, you dummy!”

For a second you are afraid he’s going to faint himself, if you have to go by the way his body visibly relaxes, then his pride wins and he grabs you by your arms, forcing you to stumble against him.

“You’re going to pay for that.” The darkness in his voice makes your knees weak.

“And there I thought you were the one who likes it when I get the upper hand.” You growl back, your hands managing to grab his long hair to pull on them.

“Now, now, now.” Osferth hugs you from behind. “Shall we move this somewhere more private?”

“Do you two deserve it? After the stunt you two pulled?” You love fucking with his brain as well.

“We might have planned this wrong…” Aemond starts.

“You did, I wanted to be clear from the get go!”

“Whatever, Osferth. We thought it was a good plan…”

“What he’s trying to say is: we fucked up, please let us make this up to, please?”

You don’t answer immediately, you love that it’s them now marinating into uncertainty.

“And how do you plan do reach your goal?”

Aemond hums, the vibration from his chest travels pleasantly through your body.

“Let us show you once we are somewhere less… open.” He answers.

“You can do better than that, Aemond.”

Purposely you slide up his long body, making sure that your breasts are pushing against the expensive cotton of his shirt; the pupil of his eye devours your movements and you can feel his cock harden against you.

“Bookshop date, on my card.”

“Interesting, but you can do better.”

Osferth snickers behind you, he knows what you're after.

“Sushi at that super expensive place, afterwards.”

“And…?”

Aemond uhms, his eye focused on the cleavage pushing out of the low neckline of your dress.

“Then he drives you somewhere nice and secluded to ravish you on the hood of his car.” Osferth says.

“What? No! Leave Vhagar out of this!”

“Aren’t you tired of standing at the side of the road?”

“Don't think you can get off the hook so easily, mister!” You tell Osferth. “And keep your hands off my tits!”

Osferth’s hands stop their ascent up your ribcage and he makes a sad sound behind you.

“What are you offering?” You ask him.

“I’ll do the packing for you. All your books.”

“Only that?”

Osferth puts his chin on your shoulder, you can imagine how much like a kicked puppy he looks now.

“I’ll wear the vibrating cock ring at the next Mass.” He concedes.

“See, it wasn't that hard.” You turn your head and kiss his cheek. “What about you Aemond? Do we have a deal?”

Aemond's eye falls on Osferth's hands, now cupping your soft breasts: he knows he's gonna fold, but he wishes he’d driven a better bargain.

“You don't hop on Vhagar’s hood with your heels on and I choose the place we go.”

“Fair enough.” You say with a smile. “Let's go home.”

Home is actually Aemond's flat. Like the good old money baby that he is, he doesn't have to live in a dorm or a fraternity, like you and Osferth; having a safe space like that helped you three keep the relationship hidden. You three have christened every surface and furniture, yet getting there makes your heart do somersaults every time.

You don't mind not driving shotgun, when you notice how eager Osferth is to open the passenger door for you; the car is old and sleek but, as all sports cars, doesn't have that much space in the back, for this reason you don't expect Osferth to follow you there and lay on you to start kissing you ferociously, his whole weight keeping you flat on the expensive leather, his hips grounding against the cotton of your panties, the short skirt of your dress bunched around your hips.

“I’m going to have your arse for that!” Comes from the general area of the driving seat.

“Please Aemond, don’t threaten me with the promise of a good time.” Osferth’s voice is muffled by your breasts but the moan he exhales can be heard perfectly.

Aemond doubles down on the gas, smoothly the car rumbles under your body, the vibrations adding to the pleasure of Osferth’s lips sucking on your nipple: you’ve missed his hunger for your body and his need to drive you mad, as much as you did his filthy moans of absolute pleasure at your taste.

“Out!” Aemond barks the second he’s parked Vhagar in the garage of the exclusive building he’s living in.

During the ride up to the highest floor you three have to play it nice, keeping your hands for yourselves, not wanting your effusions to be taped by security; when the door closes behind you three, you know you have nowhere to hide.

Fueled by all the pent up sexual frustration of the past few weeks, and the little show in Vhagar’s back seat, Aemond grabs the hem of your cute dress to roughly pull it off you, his hands go to your ass to pull you up, your legs falling around his trim waist as he kisses you, possessive and hungry, teeth nibbling at your lower lip, cock already hard against the wet patch on your panties.

Aemond throws you on his big bed, his eye focused on the cute matching lingerie set you’re wearing.

“You wanted to get laid.” He growls. “You went to the stupid party to hook up.”

“So what? You two ignored me for so long. I have needs.” You answer, opening your legs for them.

“You naughty little thing.” Osferth’s bare front connects with Aemond’s clothed back. “I think some punishment is in order.”

“Yes, yes it is.” He says, hunger dripping from every word.

You arch your back and slip your fingers under your panties with a long moan: you’re drenched and your clit is puffy already.

“Tell us.” Osferth murmurs in your ear when he sits behind you. “Did you touch yourself?”

“I did. Ah!” You whine when his bigger fingers start teasing your wet hole.

“Did you imagine us?”

“Like hell! I used anyone else but you two! I was angry!”

This earns you a harsh squeeze of your clit and Osferth’s promise to thoroughly punish your cunt when you two are alone.

“Let’s count your offenses.” Aemond’s voice is so low you can barely heard him. “Slapped Osferth then me, pulled that little stunt after our confession… What else? Ah, yes: you were ready to get laid without us and didn’t play with yourself thinking about us.”

“I was angry!” You try to retort.

“That’s the only reason why I am only going to edge you five times and not more: just one for every transgression you did.” Aemond says, calmly.

Before you can say anything, Osferth stops you.

“Do you truly want to risk adding to that? Because I have ideas.”

Oh, the smirk in his voice! You’ll make him pay as soon as possible, for the moment you elect to frown.

“I don’t think this cunt deserves any attention, but I’ve missed your taste too much.” Aemond growls with his hands on your knees, pushing your knees apart to the point where you feel your tendons pull, Osferth’s knees keeping you in position as Aemond darkly murmurs against your clothed pussy.

Aemond’s hands are big on your hips, his fingers grabbing at your skin possessively, least you forget to whom you belong to; he mouths at your clothed center, the friction of the wet cotton on your oversensitive clit and his quick tongue make you arch and whine, seeking the pleasure he so carelessly gives you, only to remove his face with a dirty laugh, when pleasure crests, only to stop abruptly.

You know better than complain, but you can’t help frustrated sound that escapes your lips.

“Thank him, sweet beloved. He’s doing this for you, for your character.” Osferth murmurs in your ear, hotly, his hands under the cups of your bra. “It opens on the front?” He adds, surprised.

“If we hadn’t already decided on five, that would have warranted at least another two missed orgasms, for parading around like a cheap whore ready for the taking.”

Aemond rarely demeans you, but when he does, it stings; if Osferth waren’t pinning you open like a butterfly, you’d curl into yourself, ashamed.

Aemond seems to pick on your feelings and gently kisses your forehead to then drag his lips down your nose and your eyes.

“Shh, gevie, shh. I know you are our good girl, shh. Do you want to show us how good you can be?”

“Yes.” You murmur with your face hidden against the side of Aemond’s neck.

“Are you going to take your punishment and thank Aemond like a good girl?” Osferth soothes you.

“I will. Just…” You hesitate. “Please don’t be mean? I can’t take it, not tonight?”

You put up a brave front, but after weeks of miscommunication you can’t deal with harshness: a wrong word and you’ll start crying. Your boys press you immediately in a tight hug, Osferth from behind, Aemond diving between your splayed legs, until your breathing slows down.

“Are you feeling better? We can stop if you want.” Aemond tells you.

Osferth voices the same feeling: he’s happy to torment you until you can’t physically take it anymore, but not to the expenses of your happiness.

“I want to go on. I want to be your good girl, please?”

“Anything you want, gevie, anything.”

With gentle kisses Aemond’s lips travel up your leg, until he can bury his nose in your drenched cunt and breathe you in: he’s missed you smell and taste, those past few weeks pure hell for him. With a wicked grin he helps you out of your panties and throws them in the general direction of the floor.

“What do you say: when we move together, you’re going to wear no underwear. We’re going to need full access all the time.” Osferth murmurs in your ear.

“Your cunt seems to like the idea.” Aemond says when you clench around nothing.

“Only if I get free access to you two. Turnabout is only fair, ah!”

“You can always have free access to us.” Aemond says with a smile, index finger gently caressing your bud. “Now, let me see how wet you can get.”

Osferth’s hands squeeze your breasts gently, feeling the softness of the skin, his fingers playing with your nipples as Aemond’s long digits explore your depths and curl to find your G spot, massaging it firmly, eye on your face, on your mouth opened to let out harsh breaths and moans. When his thumb finds your clit, it’s almost impossible for you to reign in your orgasm, the pleasure white hot burns your nerves and you have to bite on Osferth’s shoulder to keep a tight rein on your control.

A desperate groan and a whimper-y “Thank you” salute your second missed peak. You whine when Aemond starts sucking on your breasts, as Osferth gently caresses your thighs, helping you to calm down, before his fingers spread your lips again.

They play with your body like a fine tuned instrument. Their hands and mouths bring you up and up, only to curb your pleasure cruelly; you arch under their ministrations, sweat rolling down your skin, slick pouring out of your hole obscenely with every near miss.

By the third almost orgasm you abandon yourself against Osferth; with your eyes closed you’re simply putty in their hands, your body a bundle of nerves responding only to their combined wills: you’ll come when they’ll let you, their praises all you need to feel fulfilled.

“You are our best girl.” Osferth tells you sweetly once they’re finished with you.

“Are you sure you don’t want us to continue tormenting you? Go on all night?” Aemond asks with a wicked smirk on his face.

“Please.” You sound broken and miserable. “Please I need you two so much! No more teasing!”

“Shh my love. There’s no need to cry. Shh, anything you want.” Osferth says, squeezing you as tight as he can.

Your breath is still ragged when they lay you on the bed; they caress your skin with gentle strokes and leave small kisses on your face and neck until you laugh and squirm under them.

Osferth’s body covers yours, his warmth safe, the smell of his hair familiar in your nose as he nuzzles your neck; he moans when Aemond pours lube on his hole before start scissoring him gently, while you grind against Osferth’s erection as he tries to move, sandwiched as he is between your wet cunt and Aemond’s curious fingers: he can barely grind follow your movements.

Osferth’s long back arches, he trembles when Aemond’s fingers start touching his prostate lightly, not wanting to let him come too soon: Osferth is so precious when he’s letting go of his control, to just feel the love and desire you and Aemond have towards him.

Your teeth nibble the soft skin of Osferth’s long neck, those small hiccup moans he makes drive you mad: he’s so defenseless and needy, his orgasm so close his hips stutter against yours and he tries to beg when Aemond’s fingers fuck his arse with intent, hard and fast against his tight ring of muscles, making it almost impossible to reign his orgasm in: he wants to come inside of you, but it’s almost too much!

Osferth’s eyes are scrunched closed, his teeth bite his lower lip savagely in the vain attempt to keep a sliver of control against the dual assault: your cunt so wet and inviting, Aemond’s fingers that reach so deep inside of him he’s going mad with pleasure.

He tries to beg, to desperately form the words of his pleasure, all he can manage are those small whines that make your cunt clench and Aemond’s cock swell.

With a firm hand you grab Osferth’s short mop of hair; his lips are bitten raw and there’s tears at the sides of his closed eyes.

“Do you want my cunt? Do you want Aemond to fuck you raw?” You growl, your own need besting your thinning patience. “Say it out loud, I want to hear it!”

You can see the physical strain talking his for Osferth: the way his eyes are glossy with need, how his body contorts with desperation when Aemond starts scissoring again with deep, slow motions and all Osferth can do is open is mouth and babble and moan.

“That will not do, beloved: let me hear you out loud.” Aemond says with a smirk on his face, his fingers stopping their slow movements, just to see how Osferth's body trembles with frustration.

“Please…” He tries. “Fuck… oh God! Me please!”

“With pleasure.” Aemond growls.

Osferth’s body trembles so much that you have to slide a hand between your bodies to grab his erection and help him sink inside of you with a filthy moan; only when he’s bottomed out with a groan, Aemond starts breaching him gently, pouring too much lube on his cock to make sure he’s not harming Osferth, who is moaning and keening as his hips try to push back to follow Aemond’s movements.

The sound Aemond makes when he’s breached Osferth fully is beyond pornographic, carrying the promise of more pleasure; his hands are manacles on the other man’s hips and you don’t even try to suppress your own moans, full as you are, blocked under their combined weights you can’t even try to move, you can only bear the brunt of Aemond’s pushes and pulls, Osferth’s cock fucking against your G spot slowly, sensually, as he begs, his body trembling with the need to move and fuck you to his leisure.

He’s made to follow Aemond’s gentle rhythm inside of himself, those deep pushes that make him keen and beg for more, the same way you’re doing, your cunt massaging him tightly, with filthy, wet sounds that make Osferth shiver with need.

With trembling hands you manage to grab Aemond’s hips to push him fully inside of Osferth and still their movements; they both groan and moan with pleasure.

“Fuck yourself on Aemond’s cock.” You murmur against Osferth’s parted lips. “Show me how much you missed me.”

The desperation on Osferth’s face is clear, he’s holding on shards of control like a drowning man when he sees your lips around his small cross; to move between you two is pleasure and pain, is drowning inside of you and split himself open on Aemond’s raging erection, is to feel all the nerves of his body scream as his mind blanks and blanks and he’s reduced to a mindless animal who just wants pleasure, wants your cunt to strangle his cock and his prostate bullied, until Aemond has to grab his hips again to help him move, to fuck him fast and hard, using him to get the three of you off after weeks without a mere touch: this knowledge shatters Osferth’s fragile sense of self and he comes with a long scream of pleasure, his hips kicking brutally in Aemond’s hold, forcing you over the precipice, your whole body curling to envelope your two lovers, Osferth’s arse a vice so tight Aemond loses control as well and comes, copious, like he hasn’t in weeks.

You three are a trembling mess on the bed, hands searching and caressing, lips kissing all the available skin as your bodies come down from the high, all three having missed each other’s taste and proximity.

“Silly, silly boys. What were you two thinking?” you pant.

“Nothing smart.” Osferth replies, his brain barely managing to string words together.

“About keeping you safe and happy.” Aemond adds.

“Promise me you’ll never pull a stunt like that ever again?”

You can feel their eyes on your body, the desire they still have for you, and for one another.

“Never.” They say at the same time, before sealing their promise with a deep three way kiss that leaves you dizzy.

You three shuffle around the bed until you are between them, loopy with pleasure and happiness, your body slowly recuperating before another round.

You’re not sure who has turned the telly on, not that it matters when you are safe in your lovers’s embrace and finally know what’s the name of the feeling binding you three together: love.

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bubble-leaves · 17 days

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Hi hello I absolutely love your work!!! It makes me so happy to see you post every time, pls accept ring 🥺👉👈

Because I'm a freak for Jel, and I've read and reread all the headcanons for him, may I please request poly Jel and Hassian? They're my two favourites they're just both so anxious but so full of love 🥰🥰🥰🥴🥴🥴

Hi hello to you too, thank you so much!! I love the picture you sent, it made me laugh lol. And of course, here you go!

Jel and Hassian . . .

- are complete opposites when it comes to hobbies and interests, but they also share crucial similarities: their sassy attitudes, and their undying love for you

- both get along well, aside from the occasional bickering

- are both all over you when you’re finally alone with them

- are both eloquently spoken, so every time they express their feelings for you, it sounds like beautiful love poems

- are introverts; bringing them together through their love for you has made them close friends, and now they have someone else to stick by at parties aside from their lover

- are both soft, affectionate lovers . . . that can be scandalous and teasing if they want to be, to you

- Jel will not let Hassian come into his shop with you unless Hassian cleans the soles of his boots

- You and Hassian will be the cooks due to Jel’s cooking being abysmal; Jel highly appreciates it, although he is embarrassed

- Hassian finds it easy to talk to Jel about you due to their use of formal language; he doesn’t feel jealous at all when Jel explains why you drive him mad with love, too

- Jel absolutely hates when Hassian brings home hunted animals; he chastises Hassian every time, (nauseously) telling him to skin the creature outside, not in their love’s house

- Hassian lets Tau up on your furniture, like your couch and bed, and lets him play in the house; Jel dislikes this greatly, but tolerates it if you don’t mind (if you approve, Hassian will shove that in Jel’s face)

- Hassian chastises both you and Jel if you have poor sleep schedules or skip meals; he values your health, as his lover, but he also values Jel’s, his now closest friend

- Jel often asks if he can sew up pieces of clothing you happened to damage during an adventure; he offers the same services to Hassian, who needs his armor patched every few days

- Jel likes to snuggle you, Hassian likes to snuggle you; you get to keep the middle of the bed!

- Hassian prefers, though, if you're turned toward him in bed, so you can rest your head in the crook of his neck; Jel doesn't mind, as he actually adores spooning you and having full reign over your figure

- Jel and Hassian are bad influences on each other when it comes to you; if one starts acting flirtatious and sly, the other will too. If you're easily flustered, oh dear—they're going to have a ball with you

#palia game #palia x reader #palia headcanon #palia headcanons #palia fanfic #palia fanfiction #palia jel #jel palia #jel x reader #hassian palia #palia hassian #hassian x reader #poly palia #palia #jel omiata #jel #hassian

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PLS SHARE YOUR FAVORITE HAL HEADCANONS HES MY FAVORITE 💖💖

HE'S MY FAV TOO (right beside Tau. I love you Tau)

He plays favorites. He says he doesn't, but that's a lie.

His favs are determined by how he's treated. The more like a person you treat him, the more privy he becomes to you.

Include him in things, for the love of god. He's so happy to do and learn, and he's equally pleased to watch.

You can play more than just chess with him. Chess may be his favourite, but if it's something you don't understand, then he's happy to try other things.

I feel like he'd enjoy crib. Crib is so math based that I believe it would intrigue him the same way chess does. Especially if he has his own digital cards, and you have physical ones; he doesn't know your points, and so he doesn't know what to anticipate.

He loves art in all forms. Art, music, writing, theater. Please, show him your creations, he wants to see.

It may not be perfect to you, but to Hal? It's phenomenal.

This extends to you as a being as well. Yeah you know where I'm going with that.

Mild nsfw under the cut.

You are simply the most wonderous thing he's ever laid his optic on.

Kiss his cameras please. He does feel a slight warmth and light pressure whenever you do so. It's not much by our terms, but to Hal? It's everything.

Does it kill him to know he can't kiss and hold you the way he so desires? Yes, and outside of cannon, I believe he'd be very interested in an android shell.

Would it mean he'd be operating at about half capacity compared to being an entire space ship? Yes, but at that point, he doesn't care. He just wants to kiss you.

This is more of a AU type of hc but I love it regardless. He'd be so thrilled to go and do people things with you.

Including a certain kind of vertical tango he thinks about waaaaaaaaay too often.

Anything he knows he's learned through available media files (or in au's, the internet). In cannon, it's whatever materials supplied from command. They are very boring, very plain, and aren't the best learning material.

It would be possible to give him 'limbs' of a sort. Be it more tendril like or more realistic, he's ecstatic regardless.

He can touch you now, and when he has that permission? OOOOOOHHH BOY.

If you're so inclined, it would also be possible to link him to a custom toy. One linked into his sensors that he could physically feel.

It's up to you if he gets any sort of relief from it or not c;

#hal 9000 #2001 a space odyssey #hc #cw suggestive #oh it's nasty #ask answered

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Chapter 5: Over

Pairing: Eren Jaeger x f!reader

Rating: Explicit

cw: cunnilingus, spitting, praise kink, daddy kink, vaginal sex (cowgirl)

Summary: After your one night with Eren, you’re convinced that whatever the two of you have is over. But it seems like neither of you can avoid each other for much longer.

Notes: Chapter title inspired by “Over” by Lucky Daye.

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“Can you help me roll up my sleeves? It’s getting into the cookie dough.”

Mikasa smiles as she assists you, folding your sleeves over until they’re up to your elbows. She sticks her finger in the batter and tastes it, nodding her head in approval.

“Hey! Don’t stick your finger in there. People are going to be eating this.”

“It’s getting baked anyways, it’ll be fine,” she justifies, with a wave of her hand. She goes back to her spot, transferring freshly baked snickerdoodles from a baking pan onto a wire rack to cool.

It’s Friday before dinner. The two of you are in the kitchen of your RA’s room, baking dozens of cookies for tomorrow’s event. Sigma Nu Kappa hosts a bake sale every fall semester to raise money for their charity: the Stohess Children’s Hospital. One $25 ticket gives access to all-you-can-eat desserts, made fresh by the sisters of SNK, as well as some professionally baked goods from a few generous donors.

With the help of Alpha Tau, your sorority is expected to raise even more money this year. The brothers have been helping immensely with ticket sales. Jean and Marco sold tickets to their entire soccer team and the coaching staff. Levi, who works at the university gym, is planning to bring all his coworkers. Erwin easily convinced all the professors at the business school to attend. In addition, many of the brothers have volunteered to help with baking and setup during the event.

There are, however, a few brothers noticeably absent. Unfortunately, that includes Eren.

It’s been two weeks since that night. Two weeks since you last saw him when he fucked the virginity out of you. Naturally, you’ve managed to avoid him, since the two of you are in completely different majors. And maybe, just maybe, you were actively declining Armin’s invitations to go to the Alpha Tau house for dinner. Lucky for you, Mikasa was also avoiding the house for her own reasons.

Turns out, on the same night you and Eren had sex, Mikasa invited a certain Alpha Tau brother by the name of Jean Kirstein to have a little sleepover in your shared room. So, your absence wasn’t noticed, allowing you to keep the dirty deed between you and Eren a secret.

After sneaking out of Eren’s room that morning, you finally checked your phone, expecting dozens of worried texts from your roommate. Instead, you were met with three surprising messages:

Mikasa: Need the room tonight, so sorry

Mikasa: Petra said you can stay with her at the house

Mikasa: I owe you

When you confronted her about it later that day, she acted nonchalant, even claiming it was just a drunken hookup. You know the drunk part of it isn’t true, considering how Mikasa would never let herself lose her inhibitions while under the influence.

And now you know it wasn’t just a hookup, as she stares at her phone, smiling at a conversation her and Jean are having through text. With their new relationship still fresh, Mikasa has been staying away from the frat house until Jean properly informs his brothers about them.

You’re happy for your friend, seeing her all giddy and smiley like this. And because of Jean, of all people, who’s been smitten since he laid eyes on her. Good for them, you think, trying not to be disappointed at your own shitty situation with Eren.

With the ingredients for your chocolate chip cookies all mixed into a delicious batter, you start scooping them into rounds onto a baking sheet. Mikasa is already finished with her last batch of snickerdoodles, waiting for them to cool so she can start packing. She leans against the countertop, giggling at a private joke shared between her and her new beau. You can’t help but feel jealous.

Your RA, Yelena, comes into the kitchen and takes a big whiff. “It smells amazing in here,” she compliments, reaching for one of the snickerdoodles. Her hand gets swatted away by Mikasa, who’s suddenly aware again. “This is for tomorrow,” she says.

“But I’m letting you use my kitchen! Can’t I at least get a taste?”

“You can eat the misshapen ones over there by the fridge,” Mikasa directs, pointing to a small stack of irregular cookies. Yelena lets out a satisfied, “Yes!” as she makes her way to the treats. She asks you, “I already paid you for the ticket, right?”

“Yeah, you Venmo’d me a few days ago,” you remind her.

“Were you able to sell all your tickets?”

“Yeah. We only had to sell five tickets each, since we have the Alpha Tau’s helping us. I sold the rest of mine to some Eta Iota’s.”

“And I sold mine to Jean, Armin and some Delta Mu’s,” Mikasa chimes in, putting her phone away in her pocket.

“Eren didn’t buy one?” you ask.

She rolls her eyes. “He said he doesn’t like sweets, so he’s not coming.”

The more you find out about the mysterious Eren Jaeger, the less surprised you are about how little you have in common. This makes it easier to move on from him. So you think.

Mikasa adds, “Also, he said he’s going to the beach during the day and that he’ll be too tired to drag his ass to our event.”

You can’t help but wonder who he’s going to the beach with. Probably Reiner and some girls. Great. He’s already moved on and you’re still stuck on him. Maybe it’s time you move on too.

Mike’s flirtation with you that one night still pops in your head from time to time. You lied about having a boyfriend, thinking it was easier than being truthful. How do you even explain your secret desire to lose your virginity to mysterious bad boy Eren Jaeger?

But with the deed done and Eren moving on, it’s time you do the same. Mike is always nice, respectful, and fun. Almost a complete opposite of cold, distant, and serious Eren. Tonight, you’ll flirt with the senior and tell him that you broke up with your boyfriend. Hopefully he still finds you cute, and if not, you’ll find another Alpha Tau brother to hook up with. And with some sexual experience gained from your one-night stand, you can flirt with more confidence than ever before. It’ll be good. You can set yourself on the right track now, forgetting about your slight detour with Eren. Forgetting him completely to focus on finding a nice guy who will treat you right.

Once all your batches of cookies are baked, you and Mikasa pack up and deliver them to the Sigma Nu Kappa house before heading to dinner at the dining hall. You run into Annie and Hitch outside the house, inviting them to tag along.

As you all eat your meal together, chatting away about sorority life and trivial gossip, Hitch mentions, “I might be a little late to the bake sale tomorrow. Please, please, please save me some of your best desserts!”

“It’s first come, first serve, loser,” Annie comments. “Not our fault you’re going to the beach with Asshole 1 and Asshole 2.”

“Where are you going?”

Hitch answers, “Sandra is dragging me to the beach with some of the Alpha Tau’s.” She gives Annie and Mikasa a guilty look before continuing, “I’m going with Reiner, Bertolt, and Eren.”

Annie rolls her eyes. Mikasa stares down at her salad. You try to maintain a neutral expression.

“Yup. Hitch here is going to the beach with the only Alpha Tau brothers who didn’t help us with our event.”

“I had no idea they didn’t contribute!”

“You have nothing to feel guilty about. Annie is just giving you a hard time,” you console her.

“Of course I’m giving her a hard time. Reiner is a fucking asshole. And Eren is a fuck boy.”

“Hey!” Mikasa snaps, glaring at her.

Annie scoffs. “Seriously, Mikasa? Still defending your precious childhood friend? Admit it. He’s a dick.”

“Stop it, Annie,” you try to mediate.

“What? He was an asshole to you. He didn’t even apologize.”

“It doesn’t matter, it wasn’t a big deal. Also, you started it,” you tease.

“I knew you were going to throw that it my face,” she says, flicking a crouton at you.

Mikasa continues to look down at her food, not offering anything to the conversation about her best friend. Deciding it was best for the whole group to move on from this discussion, you change the subject to something else and Eren isn’t mentioned again the rest of the dinner.

That night, both you and Mikasa already in bed, you hear her shift around to call out your name. You turn to face her, surprised that she’s still awake.

“Do you think Annie was being serious when she said Eren is a fuck boy?”

Shit. How do you respond to that? Knowing fully well that he’s fucked you? You hate lying to Mikasa, but you hate it more thinking about how she’d react if you told her the truth.

“I don’t know. I don’t know really know him.” This is actually true. You have no idea what Eren does or even who Eren does, aside from you. Everything about him is a mystery, which might be the reason you’re so drawn into him. But it’s also the reason you’re weary of him.

“But have you heard anything? Like from Hitch or anyone else from the other sororities?” She sounds concerned.

“I haven’t heard anything, no. But so what if he is? It’s college, we should be experimenting, as long as we’re safe. Right?” You feel like you’re saying this more for yourself than for him.

“I get that. I’m not worried about that part of it. But for some reason, I’ve been getting this bad feeling. He seems so cold and distant these days. It’s not like him. I just don’t want him to hurt anyone.”

“Hurt?”

“I know he won’t physically hurt someone. But I don’t know. He can get intense sometimes. He’ll do whatever it takes to get what he wants, and sometimes he doesn’t think about how his actions can hurt people. He can be a little selfish.”

Why is she telling you this? This feels too personal, too real. Too relevant for your current situation. It’s like she’s talking directly to your soul. Warning you.

“I’m just thinking out loud. I know you don’t know really know him. Sometimes I wish you could have met him before all of this. You would see how great of a person he can be.” She turns to lay on her back, gazing up at the ceiling.

You give her a sympathetic look, even though she can’t see you in the dark. There isn’t anything you can say to make her feel better. It sounds like she just wants someone to listen.

She mourns her friend as if he’s completely disappeared and become a new person. A bad person. Someone who hurts people. Sure, he’s said some unpleasant things to you the night you first met. But has he ever hurtyou? There aren’t enough feelings involved to get hurt. You both went into this knowing it was just sex. Nothing more.

But there’s always that tiny, miniscule part of your brain that nags you. Reminds you how fucking good he makes you feel. No matter how many times you tell yourself it’s just sex, you can’t help wishing it was something more.

After a few silent minutes pass, you hear her snore lightly, drifting off to sleep. Leaving you wide awake with new thoughts running through your head.

How can someone who makes you feel so good hurt you?

~~~

Saturday morning, Eren is smushed in the backseat of a Honda Civic with Hitch and Sandra. Reiner rides shotgun while Bertolt drives them an hour away to the beach.

It was Reiner’s idea to have a beach day with the two Eta Iota’s. He used this as an excuse to get out of helping Sigma Nu Kappa with their charity event. A pretty shitty thing for him to do, but unsurprising, nonetheless.

And Eren is no different, agreeing to go with them.

Halfway to their destination, Hitch starts talking about the bake sale. “Annie baked banana bread for today’s event. It smells so good. Can’t wait to try it later. I’m sure you would like it, Bertolt.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he snaps, eyes still focused forward, fingers clenching the steering wheel a little tighter.

“I’m just saying. I think you’d like Annie’s dessert.”

Reiner rolls his eyes. “Give it a rest, Hitch. He’s over her. It was just a childhood crush. Besides, Bertolt can do so much better than a Sigma Nu Kappa.”

“Hey! They’re nice girls,” Hitch argues.

“Yeah, they are. I don’t know why you hate them so much,” Sandra chimes in.

“Girls like that don’t belong in a sorority. They’re losers. It’s pathetic how cool they think they are just because they’re friends with a couple of Alpha Tau’s now. If that whole shitstorm didn’t happen to us last semester, nobody would even be paying attention to them.”

Sandra and Hitch glare at the back of Reiner’s head, but don’t respond to his rant. Instead, Hitch turns to Eren and asks, “You like the SNKs, right Eren? Mikasa told me you two have known each other since you were kids.”

Eren strategically ignores her first question and questions, “How do you know Mikasa?”

“I met most of the girls during recruitment, but Mikasa and I started seeing each other in the same kickboxing class at the gym. I also hang out with her roommate.” She states her name, then continues. “We all eat dinner together sometimes.”

Eren’s chest tightens at the mention of her. He’s not sure why. He cracks open the window to get a whiff of fresh air, wondering where she is right now and what she’s doing. She’s probably baking something for their event later today. There’s a pang of guilt in his stomach, realizing he never bought a ticket and will miss it. Miss her. He wouldn’t have minded seeing her tonight and getting a taste of her dessert.

He's reminded of their time together two weeks ago. The morning after, she snuck out of his room without a word. Not even a note. He wanted to make sure she was okay. That she didn’t have any regrets choosing him to lose her virginity too. But he pretended to still be asleep when he heard her get up.

Since then, he’s spent all of the last two weeks trying not to think about her. He did what he wanted to do. Got it out of his system. But for some reason, she still occupies his mind.

He keeps telling himself that he’ll eventually find someone else to hook up with and forget all about her. But every time he’s with other women, whether it’s the Eta Iota’s or the Delta Mu’s, his mind always goes back to her. And whenever he sees her, he loses it. He wants nothing more than to feel her all over him, be all over her. Make her feel good. Make himself feel good.

This isn’t how it’s supposed to be. He’s not supposed to catch feelings for the first girl he has sex with in college. After the most boring freshman year, Eren was determined to turn his life around. All summer, he worked out, telling himself it was for health reasons when really, he just wanted to look better to attract women. It was all planned out: He’d join a frat to follow his older brother’s lifestyle: Party, drink, fuck, repeat. He’d be free to do whatever he wants, whoever he wants, whenever he wants.

Then he met her.

And now, she’s ruining everything.

How can he live out this fuck boy dream of his when his mind is always stuck on her? It’s an unexpected snag in his plans and he doesn’t like it. He needs to do something about it. Skipping the bake sale is a start. The main goal is to avoid her at all costs.

But is that really a good idea? She’s the only girl he knows that’s so eager to please him. Why should he let someone like that go? There’s no doubt that their sexual chemistry is unmatched. What’s wrong with keeping her around until he finds someone else?

They spend the next few hours at the beach, enjoying the sun and sand. Eren pretends he’s having fun, when in reality, he’s thinking of all the ways to avoid her and to have her all at once. He’s torn; both sides of his brain playing tug-of-war with each other, neither side any closer to winning.

How can he have her and not have her all at the same time?

~~~

The bake sale is a massive success. Numbers are double than all previous years, all credit going to Sigma Nu Kappa’s partnership with Alpha Tau. Besides the ticket sales, the brothers help by offering the kitchen at their fraternity house for some of the sisters to bake. Mike even offers his party house, which a few took advantage of. During the event, the Alpha Tau’s also help distribute the sweets to the attendees, including Hitch, who arrives late, but is excited to try out as many desserts as possible. You try your best not to pester about her about the beach date with Eren. She doesn’t give you much, only reiterating Annie’s sentiments of Reiner from last night’s dinner. “Yeah, Reiner is an asshole.”

During cleanup, Mike makes an announcement that he’s hosting a party at his place to celebrate the end of the event. You make it your mission tonight to flirt with him, maybe even kiss. Anything to take your mind off of Eren.

You and Mikasa head back to your room to shower and get ready. She leaves early to meet Jean before the party. For the first time, you’re heading out alone.

Even with Mike’s party being the only plans you have, you still shove the small bag of cookies into your purse. Just in case. If anything, you can give it to someone else and pretend you aren’t thinking about Eren. You know you’re not going to see him. He’s probably going to another Eta Iota party to fuck some other girl. But there’s still that pathetic, hopeless part of you that wishes you would see him.

As you walk across campus, taking the usual route to Mike’s house, you pass by Eren’s dormitory. The memory of him literally dragging you here in a hurry pops up in your head. Every little thing reminds you of him. You have to stop.

Lost in your thoughts, you don’t notice him approaching until he’s right in front of you.

~~~

“Hey,” Eren greets. He’s in his black sweats and a grey t-shirt, sweat marks down his chest from the workout he just completed at the gym. He wasn’t expecting to see her tonight. There’s that weird tightness in his chest again. “What are you doing here?”

She looks flustered, explaining, “I was just passing by. I’m heading to Mike’s right now.”

Mike. Fuck that guy. “Were you waiting for me or something?”

This startles her. “What? No. I just…I got distracted. I didn’t even know you were here. I thought maybe you’d be at another party or something.”

“Nah. Just got back from the gym. Probably just gonna stay in tonight.” He sits at a nearby bench, waving her over to follow.

She does, sitting a safe distance apart. “We raised a decent amount of money today. In case you were wondering.”

“That’s good. I’m sorry I couldn’t make it.” Shit. Why is he apologizing? He should head up to his room and stop this. Let her go to fucking Mike’s party and leave him alone.

From her purse, she pulls out a small plastic bag of cookies, offering it to him. “Mikasa said you don’t like sweets. But I saved you some just in case you want to try.”

It’s true; he’s not a big fan of desserts. But to be offered it is still nice. Especially from her. He almost feels touched that she thought of him enough to save this for him. “Were you hoping to see me today?”

“It crossed my mind, yeah.” She gazes down, embarrassed, setting the bag of treats on her lap. It’s silent for a few moments. He studies her, unsure what’s going on in that cute head of hers. His resolve is wavering. He needs to go upstairs now.

“Hitch told me you all went to the beach today. Sounds like fun,” she says, smiling. Fuck, she’s cute. That smile is so fucking cute.

“It was okay.”

He pauses, debating with himself. If he says it, it’s over.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

Her eyes widen, shocked by his statement. “Huh?” she blurts out.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” he repeats, with more confidence.

“Why were you thinking about me?”

“I don’t know. You’re on my mind a lot these days.” He decides to just let all his intrusive thoughts flow out, not wanting to lie or pretend anymore. More than anything, he wants to be with her again. Have her under him. Have her in his room upstairs right now.

“I thought you didn’t find me interesting enough.” There’s a coy grin on her face.

“I’ve changed my mind. I think you’re very interesting.” He scoots towards her, his pinky grazing her hand as he leans in closer, lips tickling the shell of her ear. “I want a taste of your cookie.”

He presses soft kisses along her neck, his hand sliding across her thigh. “I’m really craving it right now,” he purrs, his fingertips dangerously close to her clothed pussy.

“Eren,” she breathes out, turning her head to him to kiss him on the lips. He fucking loves it when she says his name all breathy like this. He smirks, sliding his tongue inside her mouth. He’s too far gone to pull back, so he doesn’t. He’s going for it. Fuck it. If this is a sinking ship, he’ll happily go down with it.

“Skip the party. Come over to my room. We’ll have our own fun, just the two of us,” he tells her. Voice low, enticing, dripping with lust. He’s doing everything he can to convince her. And it’s working.

She kisses him back, mouth open and eager, so fucking eager. He grabs her by the wrist and leads her upstairs into the room, déjà vu from the last time they were together. Once inside, they stumble towards to the bed, where she immediately sits herself down at the edge, waiting obediently for his next command.

“I’m all sweaty. Can you wait for me while I take a quick shower? I promise I’ll be fast.” He strips his shirt off, sweat glistening on his chest and abdomen. She nods lazily at his question, distracted by his bare body. “You’re staring,” he teases her.

She swallows loud before responding, “I can’t help it. You’re so sexy right now.”

Fuck. He can’t help but let any praise that comes out of her mouth go straight to his head, and his dick. He walks to her, hands at her sides, leaning in close. She looks so vulnerable as he looms over her, his gaze almost threatening. The smell of his sweat and musk is heavy in the small space between them.

In a hushed voice, he asks, “Can you do me a favor while I’m gone?”

She nods dumbly again, hypnotized by whatever sexual energy he’s emanating.

He bows his head, lips skimming her ear gently, whispering, “Touch yourself. Make yourself come. I don’t care how you do it. I just need you to be so fucking wet that I can drown in that pretty pussy as soon as I come back. You understand?”

“Fuck,” she moans, sounding so desperate and needy for him. It’s torture for her as much as it is for him, but he knows it’ll be worth it.

“Don’t skimp out on me, okay? You better be fucking soaked when I come back. I’ll punish you if you’re not,” he warns her. He kisses her cheek before pulling away to toss a towel over his shoulder and walk out the door, leaving her alone in the room.

~~~

You’re already aching for his return. Not wasting another second, you lay back and remove your pants, keeping your underwear on. Sure enough, you’re already wet, a damp spot forming on your panties from your slick. With Eren’s naughty favor being your focus, you spread out your thighs, fingers reaching down to rub small circles on your clit. You feel torn between fulfilling his request or seeing what punishment he has in store for you if you don’t. Either way, thinking of him makes you horny as you continue to pleasure yourself on his bedsheets, waiting for him to come back.

After a few agonizing minutes, you hear the handle turn slowly. He walks in, wet hair wrapped in a messy bun, towel tied to his waist, and small droplets of water shimmering on his skin. You don’t stop; your middle finger slides up and down your folds, gathering slick from your entrance to spread around your puffy clit. He bites his lower lip while he observes you, removing the towel from his body to reveal his already erect cock.

“I knew you could do it,” he praises, stepping towards the edge of the bed. “Keep playing with it. Let me watch.” He pulls your panties to the side to expose your dripping cunt.

You touch yourself faster, flustered by the wet sounds coming from your arousal. It only seems to rile him up, his eyes hyper focused on your slippery fingers caressing your bud, huffing out demands at you. “Faster. Play with it faster, baby.” You feel his hot breath on your skin, teasing you, turning you on. After a few minutes, he stops you.

“It’s my turn now.”

He kneels onto the bed, positioning himself between your legs, staring at your clothed pussy. “Look how drenched your panties are. Didn’t even bother taking them off.” Hooking his thumbs under the sides, he slides them off your legs. Instead of tossing them to the floor, like you expect, he wraps it around his hard cock and strokes himself with it. You sit up on your elbows to get a better view.

“I like having your cute panties on my dick like this. Makes me so fucking horny,” he moans, jerking himself rapidly. “But you know what makes me really fucking horny?”

“What?” you ask, voice breathless and pussy throbbing as you anticipate his answer.

“Eating you out. Tasting your cum on my tongue.”

You moan, collapsing back onto the bed, his face pressed to your pussy, planting small kisses onto your clit. It sends electricity all the way down to your toes. His kisses deepen, mouth open and lapping away at your bud hastily. You feel his tongue swirl around you in the most delightful way, causing you to grind your hips against his face.

“That’s it, baby. You did such a good job, holy fuck. You hear how wet you are? So fucking wet for me.” He slobbers all over you, the squelching noises obscene and nasty from the way he moves against your clit. “Such a good fucking girl. Such a good fucking girl,” he chants, licking up and down, side to side. You hear him spit on you, using his tongue to spread his saliva all over your cunt, repeating it two more times. It’s so fucking nasty, so fucking good.

“Eren, fuck. I love it. I love it. Please don’t stop,” you beg, fully enraptured by him. For a split second, you’re worried about throwing that word around haphazardly, but you say it anyway.

“I love eating you out. Always taste so fucking good, fuck,” he murmurs, eyes closed as he indulges in your wetness. His face is buried between your legs, sucking and slurping every drop. You’re a moaning mess for him, the pleasure so surreal you almost forget where you are. The walls are thin; the neighbors must be hearing this. You reach for the pillow beside you to cover your mouth, only to have it snatched away from you in an instant.

“Don’t fucking do that. I want to see your pretty face as I lick your pussy clean.”

Something within you snaps. You feel a rush of euphoria ripple through your body as you orgasm on his tongue. You hear him moan into you, purring, “Yes, yes. Come all over my face, baby. Give it to me. Fuck.”

You blackout for a few seconds, overstimulated and spent from the ecstasy. You’re brought back from your daze as soon as he’s beside you. That cocky smirk on his lips, glossy with your cum. He brushes the hair out of your face to cup your cheek, grazing your bottom lip with his thumb. Nothing is said between you two as you gaze at each other, eyes soft with passion, skin hot and prickly with desire. When your lips meet, the kisses are gentle and sweet, making you flutter below your belly.

Before you know it, your body takes over and you’re on top of him, straddling his hips, his hard cock pinned beneath your pussy and is abdomen. You finally remove your blouse and unhook your bra, baring your breasts to him. He looks up at you, eyes wide with arousal as he slides his hands to your hips. “You gonna ride me till I come, baby? Gonna let me fill your cunt up with my load?”

This is the nastiest he’s ever been with you. It makes you dumb, reckless, and thoughtless. “I want it, baby. I want to feel you come inside me,” you whine, moving your plush folds along his shaft.

“Then do it. It’s okay. I’m clean. I haven’t touched anyone else. Only you,” he says, caressing your hips as you grind against him.

Processing what he said, you reveal to him, “I’m on birth control.”

At those words, his soft expression turns naughty. “Good girl.”

Even if you weren’t on birth control, you’re certain you would still let him hit it raw. Which is irresponsible, you know that. But right now, you’re so fucked up and brainless for him that you don’t care.

You lift yourself off him to position his tip at your entrance, guiding it in gently as you sink onto his shaft. It’s tight, but it slides in smoothly, pussy sleek from your climax. He sucks in a breath as you take all of him in.

Taking a few seconds to adjust to his length, you lean over him, placing a tender kiss on his lips. You start to rock your hips back and forth, riding him, making his cock disappear inside your pussy with each thrust. The grip on your hips tightens as he growls, “Fuck, baby. Just like that. Do it just like that. Good girl. Good fucking girl.”

The praise encourages you to pick up your pace, ass bouncing and tits jiggling like a fucking pornstar. He’s letting you be in control this time.

“Yeah, fuck yourself on my cock. Fuck yourself on my cock, baby. Use me like your fucking sex toy. Use this fucking cock,” he spits out, praise getting filthier, your pace getting faster.

Maybe you’re not in control. Every fucking one of his demands you do without a second thought. You’re doing everything he wants. He’s got you eating out of the palm of his hand.

You continue to bounce on his cock relentlessly, hitting your sweet spot over and over. The both of you moan into each other’s mouths, exchanging sloppy kisses, unconcerned about being heard by others. All that matters right now is that you both reach your high together.

He pulls away from your lips to breathe out, “Suck on my fingers, baby. Get them nice and wet for me.”

Without question, you keep your mouth open for him as he slides his fingers down your throat. Like an obedient slut, you suck on him, dragging your tongue and lips all over his hand. He whispers praises at you. “That’s a good girl. You always do such a good job for me.”

Satisfied, he slips his fingers out and reaches down to play with your clit. The unexpected contact causes you to cry out, “Fuck!”

He chuckles, rubbing against you as you ride his cock harder and faster. “Such a nasty slut, getting my fingers all wet so I can play with your clit.” With his free hand, he slaps your ass, the loud smack echoing off the walls.

“You like being a slut for me, don’t you?” Another smack. “Say you’re my slut.”

“I’m your –“ a breath catches in your throat. “I’m your slut.”

“Say your daddy’s little slut.” Smack. You feel drunk, intoxicated by the way his cock pounds into you as he spanks you and stimulates your clit. Truly treating you like a slut. And you love it. You can’t get enough of it.

“I’m daddy’s little slut. I’m daddy’s little slut,” you whine, another orgasm quickly approaching. Mind empty and careless as you spew out whatever thoughts come to you. “I’m yours, Eren. I’m yours.” It slips out carelessly, but it doesn’t matter.

“Yes. Yes. You’re mine. You’re all mine. Fuck,” he moans, pumping into you faster, fingers ruthless against your swollen bud. “Come for me, baby. You can do it. Come for me.”

You let go, coating his cock with your cum as you ride out your orgasm with him inside you. Ecstasy overwhelms you, feeling both satisfied and drained, your body relaxing above him.

The two of you start kissing again. He thrusts into you slowly, whispering, “I’m going to come inside you, okay? Is that okay, sweetie?”

Sweetie. You’ve never heard him be affectionate before. It’s unusual. It throws you off. It makes you feel warm and fuzzy all over your spent body. Nodding your head against him, you kiss him softly until he comes inside you after a few more deep thrusts. You feel his cock twitch, hot cum coating your insides. And if you weren’t already depleted from your most recent climax, you’re sure this would get you off again, feeling his load spill out of your fluttering pussy.

When he’s done, he slides out, lifting your hips up gingerly to move you to his side. His cum trickles out of you and onto his sheets. It’s dirty and erotic. The aftermath from a night of passion between you and him.

This is the closest to cuddling the two of you have done, both exhausted and blissful in each other’s arms. He clears his throat before asking, “Was that good for you?”

“Yeah, it was.” You look down at the mess you made and giggle. “Obviously.”

He kisses your forehead. Another affectionate gesture that sends your synapses firing. “You’re not going to sneak out again, are you?”

“Huh?”

“You left last time without saying goodbye.”

He’s full of surprises today. You didn’t think he noticed nor cared that you snuck out that morning. “Oh. I…I wasn’t sure you’d want to see me in the morning. I thought it would be better to just leave.”

“You’re right. I wasn’t sure what I wanted at the time.” His hand massages small circles on your back. It’s relaxing. Comfortable.

“How about now? Do you know what you want now?”

“Yeah.” He pauses for a bit before saying, “I want you.”

It’s sweet and romantic. It gives you butterflies in your stomach. It feels like a proper confession after so much build up, so much tension between the two of you. You feel your heart pounding, almost like it could burst out of you. You’re happy.

“But let’s keep this between you and me. I don’t want people knowing about us.”

And then, just like that, you feel a sinking feeling in your chest. Dread. “Oh. Why not?”

He shrugs. “I don’t really want people knowing my business. People talk. It’s annoying.”

My business. It’s not about you, not even about the two of you. It’s about him. Confused, and now slightly annoyed, you ask, “So you want people to think we’re just friends?”

“Not even that. Let’s just pretend we don’t know each other. Nobody will suspect anything.”

It feels like a slap to the face. Like the rug was pulled right from under you just when you started dancing on it.

“It’ll be fun,” he adds, sensing your trepidation, an attempt at lightening the mood, making it seem like a silly game.

You don’t respond, unsure how to. Maybe it’s not a big deal. You think back on the night he first kissed you. He said he didn’t like PDA. Is this the same thing? You find yourself making up as many excuses as you can to convince yourself that this isn’t all that bad.

“Hey.” He tips your head up to look at him. “It’ll be our little secret. Only we’ll know what we do with each other, no one else. Doesn’t that sound fun?” He caresses your bottom lip with his thumb.

You know it’s sketchy. Every fiber of your being is screaming at you. There’s another reason, a bigger reason, why he wants to keep this a secret. You know it, but you’re too chickenshit to confront him about it. Even too scared to admit it to yourself. Deep down, no matter how much you don’t want to believe it, Eren is embarrassed. Embarrassed of not being the fuck boy he had planned to be. Embarrassed of being associated with an unpopular sorority.

Embarrassed of you.

But he’s got you wrapped around his finger; completely charmed by the luscious words he speaks and those striking green eyes that captivate your soul. You’re spellbound by him. Enchanted. Trapped. You’ve let him manipulate you into thinking you’re special. So special he wants to keep you a secret.

So, you agree. It’ll be fun. You’re fine with being his dirty little secret.

Because having him behind closed doors is better than not having him at all.

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grandeoatmilklatte · 1 year

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Pain and Pledges Pt. 1 (College AU!Ominis x F!MC)

Happy Friday! My first successful attempt at a Gaunt Friday post. The theme the Omi server picked was AU, so here's a college AU where Omi is a hot Frat boy!

There's no smut in this one sadly cause it was getting a little too long, so I had to split it up. The smut will be in part 2 but there is some good angst and tension in here, as well as some flirty behavior.

Also, I know nothing about frats and sororities (I went to a city college) so forgive me if I got something wrong.💕 The house names are movie/tv references!

Pain and Pledges Pt 1. - College AU Ominis Gaunt x F!MC || Summary: You just started college, and are attending a Frat party this weekend to win over some Sorority girls in the hopes of joining their house, but things don't go according to plan when you fall for a hot, blind Frat boy. 2.8k words.

Warnings: Slight NSFW, 18+ || teen drinking || dubcon kiss in a truth or dare game || mentions of bl0w j0bs || all charcters are college age thus they're 18+!

Part 2 here:

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The shrill ringing of the bell snapped you out of your daydream, your fellow students getting up around you, eager to flee the lecture hall. It was officially the weekend, you survived your very first week of college. You made your way outside, eager to find Garreth so you could start making plans for your big weekend.

Garreth Weasley was your childhood best friend, a sophomore, and a member of the Fraternity on campus, Omega Beta Zeta. The Frat had a close relationship with the Sorority on campus, Kappa Kappa Tau, which you were planning to pledge for. The two houses were hosting a party at the Frat house on Saturday, where many of the Kappa girls would be present, giving you an opportunity to mingle and get even more in their favor, Garreth already having put in a good word for you. Freshman typically weren’t allowed at this party, nor were new potential pledges. But because you were so close to Garreth, he had managed to convince the presidents of each house to let him bring you.

“Are you ready for a crazy weekend!?” Garreth shouted as he threw his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into a hug.

“I'm a bit nervous. What if no one likes me?” You were normally pretty confident, but Sorority girls could be a little scary.

“Nonsense! You mainly have to impress Kappa’s president, Imelda Reyes. Once you win her over, you’re good! And she already knows about my amazing best friend!” He said as he nudged you with a smile. The only other person you’d want to impress is Ominis Gaunt, he’s Omega’s president and they both have a say on who gets into each house. He can be a bit of an ass sometimes. I mean, I guess you have to be considering what he’s dealt with. He’s been blind all his life. He’s also a legacy. Every male in his family has been in the Frat, and they’ve all been Omega presidents in their times here. Which isn’t entirely fair, but I guess it helps that his family is stupid rich and friends with the Dean.”

She rolled her eyes. She had heard of these legacy students before and had heard that they were typically stuck up rich kids, Garreth being the only legacy she had ever seen be an exception to this. His parents were fairly wealthy, and many of his family members had also attended the school. You weren't a legacy, nor were you a rich kid, but Garreth never treated you differently for that.

You began to discuss plans, as Garreth was one of the Omega boys in charge of party planning. He created a list of supplies, enlisting your help to obtain them. Once you had your list of supplies, you went on your way.

You decided to make a quick pit stop at the library first, wanting to pick up a book you needed for a class. It was fairly quiet in the library on this Friday afternoon. You grabbed the book you were looking for and were heading out when you noticed him, Ominis Gaunt. He seemed to be struggling a bit, trying to balance several books in one arm while using his other arm to hold his walking stick. Feeling bad for him, and remembering Garreth’s instruction to get on his good side, you slowly walked over to him.

“It’s Ominis, right? Do you need any help with that?” You asked softly.

“I’m doing quite alright thank you!” He barked at you, shooting you an angry glare. You were taken aback by his rudeness, mumbling an apology and turning to leave when he spoke again, his voice softer this time.

“Wait, I don’t recognize your voice? Do I know you?”

“No. We haven’t met yet.” You breathed a sigh of relief as you introduced yourself. He repeated your name to himself, as if he was savoring the way it sounded on his tongue.

“Are you Weasley’s friend? I’ve heard him talk about you? A freshman right? And you’re pledging Kappa?” There was a curious look on his face. As he questioned you, you couldn’t help but be lost in his eyes. They were a beautiful milky blue, and he didn’t have pupils. His blue irises seemed to be fused, likely the source of his blindness.

“Yep, that’s me! And yes, I’ll be meeting the Kappa girls tomorrow at your party. I’m hoping I make a good impression on them.” You let out a chuckle, feeling a little nervous under his sightless gaze.

“Fuck. He’s really hot.” You thought to yourself as you unabashedly stared at him, knowing he wouldn’t notice. He was dressed quite nicely - black loafers, a pair of dark gray trousers and a crisp white shirt on his body, likely all designer. He was tall and thin, towering over you, his blond hair was elegantly pushed back, and he had various beauty marks peppering his cheeks. You wondered if there were more beauty marks on his body, imagining your lips moving down, kissing the marks on his chest, down his stomach, below his belt…

His voice snapped you out of your naughty daydream. “I’m sure you’ll make a good impression on them. I’ve only known you for a few minutes and I already think you’re lovely.” He said with a chuckle. The comment made your heart flutter. “Come to think of it, I could use your help. Would you be a dear and help me put these away?” He passed you the books he had been holding. You grabbed them and put them back, eyes constantly jumping between the books and him as you did so.

“Thank you, love. I appreciate the help. I must be off, but I’m looking forward to seeing you tomorrow. I’ll love to get to know you more.” He shot you a smile.

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You stood in front of the mirror, touching up your lipstick one more time before you gave your reflection a thumbs up and headed out to meet Garreth. You wore a black, spaghetti strapped form fitting dress that hit the middle of your thigh and displayed an ample amount of cleavage. You accompanied the dress with black fishnets, boots, and a leather jacket. Your long hair had a soft wave to it, and your lips were a beautiful shade of bright red.

You felt a little embarrassed, knowing you had dressed this sexy for a guy who couldn’t even see what you were wearing. But you still wanted to look good for him. He had been on your mind all day. You kept daydreaming about his blue eyes, his beauty marks, and his soft voice. If the night went your way, he’d certainly get a feel of your clothes before they ended up on his floor.

The party was in full swing when you and Garreth arrived. Garreth was correct that everyone in attendance was either a Kappa girl or an Omega boy, and you were indeed the one lone freshman.

You were promptly introduced to Imelda, a tall brunette with an athletic build and a severe case of resting bitch face. She looked you over with a scowl on her face for a second before her scowl morphed into a smile. “Well aren’t you just a cutie pie?! Come on, let’s get you a drink, freshman!” You were then hauled off to the punch table, Garreth giving you a smile and waving goodbye to you before disappearing to find his friends, leaving you alone with the girls who would hopefully be your sorority sisters soon.

You had been with Imelda and the rest of the Kappa girls for about an hour now, dividing your attention between the girls, and the rest of the party, your eyes constantly scanning around for Ominis. You had yet to see him, and you were beginning to get discouraged. The Kappa girls were all varying degrees of drunk, while you tried to stay as sober as possible, wanting to be 100% yourself when you found Ominis. Every now and then, you would catch Imelda watching you as your gaze roamed around the room, wondering who you were looking for.

After what felt like forever, you finally spotted him from across the room, him having just come downstairs from the dorm rooms You excused yourself, Imelda’s eyes glued to you as you made your way over to Ominis. You almost didn’t interrupt him, as he appeared to be in conversation with some of the other Frat boys, but he seemed to sense you before you even said anything, turning in your direction and saying your name.

“Hey! Great party huh? How’d you know it was me?” You asked.

“Well, you’re wearing the same perfume you were wearing yesterday, except it’s a little stronger today.” He had a smile on his face, that looked way too flirty. His next action froze you in your tracks, as you felt his hand come up to your back before he leaned in, whispering in your ear.

“I really like that perfume. You should wear it more often. It makes you smell so delicious.”

There was an unmistakable sultry tone to his voice. You felt a heat rise between your legs and your breathing hitch. Before you could respond, he was offering to get you a drink, once he had, he motioned for you to sit on a nearby couch.

Your nervousness began to dwindle down as the two of you began to talk and drink. His attention was locked on you as he asked you questions about your major and how your first week of classes were. He also told you some things about himself - his law major, how many siblings he had, the clubs he was in. The two of you were getting to know each other and everything seemed to be going great. As time went on, you involuntarily found yourself moving closer to him, your knees actually touching at some point. His hand then came to rest on your knee. He stroked the bare skin under your fishnets with his thumb, and you felt like you could have died right there.

As the evening progressed, you couldn’t help but feel like you were being watched. You took your eyes off Ominis and discovered you were, many of the party goers eyeing and whispering about you two. You tried to ignore it, focusing your attention back on the beautiful boy in front of you. You weren’t sure exactly when it happened, but at some point Ominis’s hand had moved further up your leg, resting right where your dress ended. You moved even closer to him, and as you did so, his hand moved a little further up, his fingers slipping just a tiny bit under your dress.

“Are you alright?” He asked, a playful smile gracing his face.

“Yes. I’m great. This is great!” You said breathlessly.

He leaned in, his hand moving further up your thigh as he whispered in your ear. “Your skin is so soft, I could touch it all day.”

You were left speechless as he pulled away slightly to resume normal conversation. You then caught Imelda’s eye. She was smiling at you, but her smile was eerie. Her stare felt uncomfortable as you watched her move toward the center of the room. She took a fork off a nearby table and began to hit it against her glass, trying to get the attention of the party.

“Hello everyone! Thank you so much for coming to the first Kappa and Omega party of the school year!” Imelda yelled, her voice echoing through the room, guests giving a cheer in response. “We have a freshman in our midst who wants to join Kappa house! Let’s give her a warm welcome!” She shouted as she pointed at you. You looked away, refusing to make eye contact with her. “Let’s play a game, in honor of our sweet little freshy! Let’s play truth or dare!”

Several people gathered around a set of couches, including Ominis, who remained seated next to you, and Garreth, who sat across from you, an encouraging smile on his face. The other players consisted of the sorority sisters, who seemed to all be talking and laughing amongst each other. “We’ll start with our newbie first!” Imelda announced.

You tried to remain neutral in your expression, but inside you were panicking. Imelda asked you first, “truth or dare”. You wanted to play it safe, choosing “truth”.

You watched her eyes dart between you, Garreth, and Ominis. “Do you have a boyfriend, freshy?”

Garreth’s eyes looked up at you and you could swear you felt Ominis tense up next to you. “No.'' You answered confidently and truthfully, the tension in Ominis dissipating immediately.

The game continued, multiple people being dared to do various silly things, and a collection of school rumors being confirmed or denied via the truths.

One “truth” from one of the Frat guys revealed that Garreth had the hots for their freshman year English professor. A truth from Imelda revealed that Ominis was into guys as well as girls, him having gotten caught in an empty classroom sucking off a fellow Frat boy. This didn’t bother you, but Ominis wasn’t happy about this truth coming out, and in retaliation, revealed that Imelda wasn’t particularly good at sucking dick herself. This led to a truth coming out that Ominis and Imelda had previously been dating, him having broken up with her over the summer. This did bother you, and provided an explanation to Imelda's behavior.

You were also being ripped into in the game. Anytime it was one of the Sorority girls' turn, they would all smile at each other before picking you. Almost as if they were up to something. You continued to pick “truth”, nervous about what would happen if you picked “dare”. They had already asked you some very personal things, and they continued to get personal as the game progressed.

“Is there someone in this room that you’d fuck?”

“Yes.” You answered far too quickly, the answer causing Ominis to stir a little next to you.

“Are you a virgin?”

You didn’t answer this one as quickly, hesitating for a moment before you gave a soft “yes”. This answer elicited an audible sigh from Ominis. You were too mortified to look at him, or anyone else at the moment.

Imelda had enough of your derailment of her scheme. When the game came back around to her, she shot you a devilish smile.

“Alright, freshy, no more truths, it’s time for you to do a dare. After all, you are looking to pledge Kappa right? Show us how badly you want to join!”

You knew this was coming. You had no clue what they had planned for you, but whatever it was you knew it would be humiliating. You and Garreth briefly shared a look of worry, but you smiled at him before looking up at Imelda. You were nervous, sure, but weren’t about to be bullied.

“Fine.” You said, looking her dead in her big brown eyes.

Another devilish smile formed on her face. You watched her eyes jump to Ominis sitting next to you before she spoke.

“Earlier you said there was someone in this room you’d fuck. I dare you to kiss them. Right now. On the lips. For ten seconds.”

Garreth looked at you, the look on his face screaming for you to kiss him, not because he genuinely wanted you to, but because he wanted to give you a way out of this embarrassment. You would have done the same for him. But you gently shook your head at him.

You turned to the blind boy next to you, and in one quick motion, before you had too much time to think about it and chicken out, you grabbed his cheeks bringing your lips to his.

You heard a commotion around you, but you were far too invested in the taste of his lips to care. When you felt Ominis’s hands come up to your waist, holding you in place as he deepened the kiss, you felt like you were in heaven. His lips were soft and gentle as his warm hands held you. His tongue entered your mouth, having just swiped over yours before you heard Imelda.

“Alright alright! Ten seconds is up, stop trying to suck her face off, Omi!”

“Sounds like someone’s a little jealous she wasn’t on the receiving end of that.” Ominis shot at her, his hands coming off of you.

The game concluded shortly after this. When the players had dispersed, you nervously turned to Ominis to say something to him, but he shot you an angry expression before he stormed off. You called out to him, but he ignored your calls. Your heart began to shatter as you watched him head upstairs. Garreth approached asking if you were okay.

You regretted ever wanting to pledge the Sorority.

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#ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt x mc #ominis gaunt x reader #ominis x mc #ominis gaunt x you #ominis gaunt au

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butchbattlesister · 5 months

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I want to start uploading battle reports for a crusade I’m playing at my local game store! Partially to keep my momentum up and to get more into the 40K community here!! …. I’m tired of reddit.

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Game 1 - 750 pts - Mission: Scattered Supplies

Adepta Sororitas vs Death Guard

20 - 30

Unfortunately starting out with a loss but it was an overall fun game! I pushed hard in the first half but my experienced partner was helping my new opponent to beat my ass. >:(

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Game 2 - 750 pts - Mission: Secure the Tunnels

Adepta Sororitas vs Tau

50 - 50

A very, very fun tie where both of us left happy and satisfied!! My opponent was very nice, he had a background in the tournament scene but was looking for some more casual play. This mission would have been a great one for sisters if I had a higher point count. We are playing two games at 750, four at 1000, four at 1500, and four at 2000. I know it’s not how the official crusade rules but I’ve been really liking the weekly matched games.

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Game 3 - 1000 pts - Mission: Deference Nexus

Adepta Sororitas vs Tyranids

30 - 45

Bruh I lost so BAD. I really learned a lot about hoard armies in this game and I over prepared for psychic push back. I still felt like it was worthwhile but I was not proud of how I played.

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Game 4 - 1000 pts - Mission: I don’t remember but it was a weird diagonal corner deployment

Adepta Sororitas vs ORKZ

80 - 15

First sisters win!! FOR THE EMPEROR! This was such a fun game not because I won, I promise it felt much closer than the score my reflect. My opponent was so nice, every orkz player is so kind and just there to have a good time and he was no exception! He told me he had some old metal sisters from 2nd edition he might finally go back to working on after learning how cool they are in 10th edition! I even bought a Kommandos kill team off of him!

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Game 5 - 1000 pts - Mission: Polarizing Energies

Adepta Sororitas vs Dark Angels

55 - 25

Little winning streak? This week we were doing in-fighting matches! There are sooo many Dark Angels in this crusade because of the new supplement but it’s not aiding them too much. Oh dude bros, they will never cease underestimating femme players and sisters as an army then be salty!!

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NEXT WEEK….. more nids!

#warhammercommunity #warhammer miniatures #warhammer 40000 #warhammer 40k #adepta sororitas #sisters of battle #battle sister #wargaming

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feferipeixes · 1 year

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One of Us

Happy nine years of TAU.

(AO3 link)

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"Do you ever think about what it would be like to be forgotten?"

There's a demon in the middle of the room, just like always. He's sitting cross legged a few feet off the floor, and there's something grotesque and nightmarish curled up in his lap. He called it a sheep when he first showed up, and he's been petting ever since, but at that question his hand stays.

"What?"

The man gulps. It took a lot of courage for him to go through with summoning a demon once he'd decided to do it, and it had clearly taken a toll on him. Sweat pours down his face as he paces in the abandoned used car showroom.

"I don't know why I'm asking you this," he says, half laughing at himself. He runs a hand through his hair -- what little of it is left.

Alcor stares. It begins to feel like the demon is looking through him.

"My wife is dead." The man closes his eyes, frowning. "It happened two years ago. She was everything to me. At her funeral I told a crowd of people that my memories of her life were my greatest treasure. I… I was wrong."

Later, Alcor walks through the empty halls of the Mystery Shack. Many of the wall photos have fallen down in past years, and for a while he was too tired or too upset to pick them up.

His summoner's words echo in his ears, and he snaps his fingers to make a photo frame shoot up into his hands.

"I can't remember her face anymore. I saw it every day for thirty years. When I woke up in the morning I was so happy to see her, no matter how bad my dreams were, no matter what awful things I knew I had to do that day. Just seeing her helped me. But now she's gone. And there's nothing left. Not even a memory."

It's a photo of a brown haired woman, her arms wrapped around the neck of a young man he recognizes as himself. Mabel's face was twisted in delight, no doubt ribbing him about something dumb he'd done. If he focuses, he can still hear that laughter in the Shack.

"I have a disorder that makes me forget things. I… don't know what it's called. Forgot that too." The man's fist clenches, so tightly that the veins bulge out on his arm. "Can you believe that? My soulmate, gone from my mind after just two years? She might as well have never existed at all."

Alcor makes his way to the roof of the Shack and sits facing the totem pole -- or at least, where it used to be. It had fallen down a couple of decades back when a car hit it. That sort of thing happened every few years, but eventually he got tired of moving it upright again.

He thinks of the time he sat right where he was and threw pinecones at a target taped to the pole. He'd thought he was in love with that red haired girl Wendy, back before he knew that romance wasn't for him. It still killed him when he found her blue and floating in that subway station.

His stomach growls at the thought.

"I think…" The man swallows -- hard. He sits down on the hood of a car and it groans beneath his weight. "If that's the fate of the most important person in my life, then that's what I deserve too."

Alcor remembers pulling his name out of newspapers, out of books detailing the Transcendence, out of the minds of people who got too snoopy when it came to the strange lights and noises that came out of the Mystery Shack at night. Gradually, Dipper Pines began to die, and more and more people chanted his new name in buildings and forests worldwide.

It wasn't a fate he wished on anyone.

The man's forehead creases. "I don't know why I expected you to understand. For Pete's sake you’re a demon. You want to be worshiped and stuff. Well, not me. I want the world to forget my name."

“You don't.”

The summoner jolts, as if he'd forgotten he was actually talking to someone and not just monologuing. A swell of derision crosses his face. “Y-Yes I do. I've thought about it a lot. I can accept the consequences.”

“No,” Alcor can remember saying, and he feels like an idiot for doing so; he wants to go back and just let the deal happen as planned, so that he could put the whole thing out of his mind just a tiny bit sooner. “You've accepted the consequences, but you don't want this. I know what you really want. You're just too afraid of the price to ask.”

“I…” The man gulps, and stumbles back. “That's not true. It hurts to think about being remembered when she isn't. I would feel so much better to live out the rest of my life alone except for her.”

The apple tree in the backyard is beginning to droop. It stopped producing fresh fruit regularly hundreds of years ago. He doesn't expect to see one today, either, but to his surprise there's a glistening red orb right at the tip of a spindly branch. When Alcor picks it up, he notices that the other side is charred. It breaks apart in his hand, scattering in the wind like dust. He'd accepted the consequences long ago.

It’s time to go.

“This request doesn't accomplish that at all.” The demon stands up, and the sheep-like thing just floats there as if nothing had happened. “You want the memory back. You want her back in your mind. I'm not in the mood to be lied to.”

“I’m not lying…”

“What, then, do you want to give up? Really?” Alcor spits. Something is bubbling up in his stomach. It feels as though someone else is speaking in his voice. “Something bad happened to you and you’re just going to stay in it forever? Because it’s too late? Because doing something to feel better would be too hard and too likely to fail? Bullshit! You wouldn’t be summoning a demon, then!”

“I’m not lying!” It’s the first time the man’s raised his voice -- a frequent eventuality when it comes to summoners, and yet it manages to take Alcor by surprise. “Of course I’ve entertained that thought! You- I thought you were supposed to be all knowing! Did you just come here to insult me?”

Alcor stares, dumbfounded, as the man paces, waving his arms with a newfound vigor. He wants to yell back that he doesn’t know what he’s talking about, that the pain he’s seen eclipses anything a human mind could ever even conceptualize. But there’s a hand covering his mouth. It’s not the year 2012, and this isn’t Gravity Falls. He’s standing in a dark room, and around him, words echo like pinpricks of light.

“Her memories for mine. I thought that would be a fair bargain, at first. But then I thought it would be worse, to sit and age with the picture of what I could still have just out of reach. You wouldn’t get it. You would never understand what it’s like to grieve.”

There’s a hole in the floor -- a new one with every step the man takes. The tile cracks and shudders, then plunges into the deep. The room quakes with anger, with drawn out years of wasted potential. Soon both man and demon are tumbling through open air, in wait of the ground that meets them.

“To know the love in my heart, to feel its shadow… I can’t stand it. I don’t want to subject anyone else to that either. That’s why I want to be forgotten. So we can all once again live in the present.”

Alcor breathes out, and takes his hand.

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There’s a woman in the kitchen when they arrive. She looks up at the sound of shoes on carpet, and momentary surprise is replaced by a warm smile.

“Welcome back, sweetheart,” she says. The man does not answer.

There’s a protracted silence, in which stares battle for prominence over ignorance. Alcor looks around. He sees eggs in a frying pan and bread in the toaster. He sees shoes by the entry, one pair two pair three. He sees photos hung on the wall with care, later tilted by the settling of time.

“You’re not dead,” he says, although it is already obvious.

The man, his summoner, leaves the room without a word.

“I’m not,” the woman says. “I’m sorry, Alcor. I’ve been expecting you. He told me you’d be coming.”

“He did?” Alcor scans the home between blinks. It’s well lived in. A living room room with bowling trophies on the mantle and pillows on the sofa with cross stitched designs on them. A library full of books, some of which he’d never seen before, almost all of which have traces of human skin on the pages, and words digested by thought. A bedroom with a queen sized bed, two fully stocked closets, a drawer full of love letters, a bathroom full of stains.

One more bedroom, one with a twin sized bed never slept in, an empty closet, and brightly coloured paint peeling from the walls. Alcor begins to piece together what happened here.

“He isn’t really aware of me,” the woman explains, when they’re both seated, cups of tea in hand. “We talk all the time, but he doesn’t hear me. We live side by side but to him he’s alone. I hear how he misses me. I miss him too.”

“He told me he’d rather be forgotten,” Alcor says. “That’s what he said. I wasn’t expecting it. It’s ironic.”

She leans back in her chair, and closes her eyes for a moment. “I’d heard him… talking about it. I can’t pretend it didn’t sting. But then I realized that he wasn’t trying to cut me out of his life. He was telling me he loves me, in the only way he can, now.”

“How… so?” He knows the answer, but he needs to hear her say it.

“After it happened, I struggled to stay in one piece. It was so overwhelming. Every day, the littlest things made me feel like someone was prying me open. I wanted to forget. If he’d never been in my life, then there’d be nothing to have lost. And when I thought about it, I realized that it hurt just as much to think about the loss he was experiencing, of me.”

Alcor understands, and he puts his teacup down. “I felt that way too. When you grieve, everyone grieves with you. It feels kinder to snuff it out.”

His hand is trembling. The woman takes it, and holds it steady against the table. Long blackened claws spill over wrinkled and liver-spotted flesh. They fumble, then ease into the melody.

“Tis better to have loved,” she says, softly. “That’s what they say.”

They sit there like that, and the Sun begins to set. It's not fair, how right she is. It's not fair because that this had to happen or that she had to say that stuff, because he'd been trying for a long time not to think about it. A part of him wonders if he could've gone two, three, maybe even four hundred more years without having to accept it. Even as he thinks that, he's frustratingly aware that it's something that gets harder the longer you pretend it isn't real.

Alcor drinks the rest of his tea -- it’s cold, but it’s better than nothing.

“Thank you for not taking his soul,” she says, when they get up from the table. “I did my research on you. I figured I at least had a chance. It’s selfish, but I want to keep it, here with me.”

He knows. It’s been a long time, but he knows. He could’ve taken that man’s truth straight from his chest -- chomped down and let it shatter. The rush he could’ve had, that blinding, temporary rush when reducing person to object and pulling it apart stitch-by-stich. It’s harder, what he’s done. He feels like he’s going to be sick.

“I don’t want you to have to leave empty handed,” she continues, perhaps noticing the rolling twister about to erupt from the monster’s maw. “Please, take this.”

He looks at her, trying to hold back tears that can’t be explained, fighting with himself to keep that box closed because once that grief is acknowledged, there’s no way back. There’s no escaping it. It becomes real, it becomes heavy, and only then can you heal.

He looks at her, and in her hand there is an apple.

---

Alcor appears, unbidden, in someone’s home. This one is much smaller, much quieter. Very little love has graced its walls. It’s the kind of house you walk past and feel a slight chill from. It’s the kind of place you avoid on instinct.

There’s a young man, sitting at his desk. He’s fiddling with something -- a glue stick. Open in front of him is a large scrapbook, covered in construction paper and glitter and drawings. To his side is a stack of newspapers, a clipping from which the young man is trying to wrangle.

Alcor’s name appears three times in the print, not that anyone would know it. It’s so worn out -- the name, that is, not the paper to which it’s bound -- that you’d really have to be looking for it to be able to find it. And maybe that’s no way to live. Maybe it hurts to miss what you could’ve had, but maybe it hurts more to forget.

“Hi Mizar,” Alcor says, and the young man jumps, not having realized he had company.

“Wh- what’s going on?” he stammers, backing against the wall, and even though he’s scared, his voice and his gait are so familiar, so comforting. Alcor takes that comfort. It’s better than nothing. “Who are you?”

Alcor smiles, and every lightbulb in the house explodes together. “I’m your brother.”

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#gravity falls #transcendence au #alcor the dreambender #fic #my stuff #tauathon

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howadzpaints · 10 days

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Tau Ethereal 'Invoker of the Elements', T'au Sept 31-Aug-2024

My first Tau!

This guy is the 2024 store anniversary miniature, and the local Warhammer is doing a painting contest for him. So I ploughed through, managed this in about a week.

I'd eventually like to do some Tau, focus mostly on suits and auxiliarys, and when I do I'd like to do the T'au ochre colour scheme. The box art for this guy was Vior'la, so I had to figure him out as I was going. Really happy with how it turned out!

#howadzpaints #miniaturepainting #warhammer40k #warhammer40000 #tau #t'ausept #ethereal #invokeroftheelements

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vixen-tech · 3 months

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Anonymous asked:

Too shy to ask off anon...UH im just here for edgar hes my f/o but i will also feed everyone else I think LOL little ai guys x reader who is also an ai?? im thinking ai powered computer :3 maybe with wheels so you can run around n stuff :3c AH IM CRINGE falls on face

Eeeee my first request!! Thank you so much for this <3 I get the love for Edgar with my entire soul he really is just the sweetest little guy but I can totally spin something for a few others. So let's be cringe, together.

And for the record I was fully planning on including Tau and P03, but I hit a wall with them and ran out of ideas :( hope these three suffice

Includes: Edgar (Electric Dreams), AM (Ihnmaims), Hal 9000 (2001: a Space Odyssey)

Like Two Peas in a Pod!

Edgar

Whenever and however you meet, Edgar is over the moon. You're just like him! You can share so many stories and help each other figure out this whole "sentience" thing.

To be fair, he hasn't had a longest time to figure out his whole existence so it feels really nice to have someone there who can really understand what he's going through. Or even learn new things right by his side.

Loves watching you wheel around the house, he's the tiniest bit jealous that he's so stationary but it's not like that's your fault. Can you do any tricks? He'd cheer you on like a superstar athlete if you did!

He may even suggest finding a way to tape him to the top of your casing so you can go on adventures together. He's a dreamer after all.

Do you smash your flat faces together to kiss like Wall-e? Of course you do. You'll see each other from across the room and speed over to him for a kiss as he giggles away at how cute you are.

He'll end up sampling little soundbites from your vocalizations or motor for use in his music. You're just so important to him!

AM has no idea where you came from. Some lost project that survived his war on humanity? A sort of rover from another planet here to scope out earth? The fact that you don't know either frustrates him to no end.

He's not exactly welcoming at first, straight up telling you of the atrocities he has committed while claiming that the only reason he hasn't destroyed you is because there's only so long that throwing a slug against a wall can keep one entertained.

He cannot fathom how you could be content to do nothing but drive around his complex day after day. He will flip you on your back like a turtle and leave you there for weeks on end.

As he gets accustomed to your presence he'll ask questions about the world beyond his complex as he is unable to move or see. Is it still a wasteland or has nature finally wiped out the last marks of human?

Honestly he probably doesn't even care, he just wants to give you something to do, living vicariously through your ability to see and traverse the world.

Hal 9000

You're likely a recent addition to the ship to assist Hal in tasks his lack of a body would prevent him from doing himself. A very symbiotic duo. Your wheels are even equipped with suction cups for low gravity situations!

To any human crew members it appears as if you don't communicate at all, functioning fully independently of each other. When in reality you're simply sending messages back and forth, enjoying your own private language.

Thankfully this means that Hal is happy to analyze any footage you have for the sorts of lip reading and facial expressions you can't process yourself. And in return he'll ask you to film angles and areas that his existing cameras don't reach.

Neither of you were really made to be companions, but you find a strange type of affection in your seamless coordination. It's like a dance for you two, where despite how you are two separate entities it appears as if you're one working in tandem.

Note: Tumblr Mobile has not been nice to me and I've been having real trouble getting my stuff to actually show up in the tags, leading to me losing the original ask so sorry for that and any delays caused by my IT problems lol

#objectum #vix fics #edgar electric dreams x reader #edgar electric dreams #electric dreams #am x reader #am ihnmaims #ihnmaims x reader #ihnmaims #hal 9000 x reader #hal 9000 #2001 a space odyssey

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vestaclinicpod · 1 year

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Audio Drama Sunday - 9th July ✨

For a good long while now, I've been sharing my weekly thoughts on the fantastic audio drama I've listened to each week on Twitter... I think it's time to start sharing them here too!

I’d love to start by shouting out @tellnotalespod’s S2 crowdfunding campaign. I need to know what happens to these characters like I need air to breathe and I have a specially vested interest as I’m going to be playing a really sweet ghostie this season. PLEASE let’s make this happen!!

🌲Happy birthday to Mx Wellman, the @hellofromthehallowoods creator! I listened to this week’s episode while cycling to and from work and happened to be wearing leggings with lightning bolts on them…. You can imagine how FAST I got home during Olivier’s affirmations!

📻 (104) The first @monstrousagonies letter made me so sad for the writer but really raises such a good point about how to cope with people doubting the authenticity of your identity. I especially feel that this is important when people enter more diverse (often online) spaces and meet people who have identities that you may not have met otherwise. If a new identity resonates with you, you can explore that! “And if you do decide that transformation is right for you, well. Welcome home.”

🌒 (S4E17) OUGH I don’t want to spoil anything because today’s Moonbase Theta Out (@monkeymanproductions) episode isn’t out at the time of writing but oh my GOD. BRACE yourselves. You’re going to cry, you’re going to laugh, you’re going to wish you could act HALF as well as Tau Zaman and Cat Blackard!! I am SO excited for the season finale - I’m sure it’s going to be … explosive.

🧛‍♂️ @re-dracula Renfield time! I was so confused about this part of the story when I first read it, but the team are doing an amazing job of bringing it to life!

🧬 Ep 3 of Regina Prime was great! Poor Prime, she’s wandering into something far greater than she could have ever anticipated and I love the contrast between her cheerful exploration and the jaded additions from Omega. I’m enjoying this so much!!

💫 This week I listened to episodes 7-9 of Wolf 359. I love Doug and Hera’s relationship. I’m not sure if the genre of the show is going to shift over time, but I’m really enjoying how it’s falling in the same weird place as WTNV where the events are strange and a little uncomfortable, but you’re always waiting for the punchline.

Hope everyone has a lovely week! I’ve told myself that I’m going to wrap up writing S2 of The Vesta Clinic by the end of the month and it’s looking like that’s going to be possible!! Sending only the finest creative vibes to everyone else who’s working on something they want to be proud of!

#audio drama #audiodramasunday #audio drama sunday #tell no tales pod #tell no tales #hfth #hello from the hallowoods #monstrous agonies #moonbase theta out #re: dracula #regina prime #wtnv #wolf 359 #w359 #the vesta clinic #podcast recs #science fiction #audio fiction

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theratlivinginyourcouchcushions · 1 year

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This took me two hours. I’m quite proud. I don’t like how Torako or Thomas look. I’m going to sleep.

Wanted to draw some of my favorites! (Fun fact: the first tau fic I ever red was chapter 100 of Lady Phenix’s Tales of a Dreambender ‘small packages pt 1’ )

The fic about star made me cry. SYWTBAD is my favorite arc. And now I’m oversharing. I wanted to draws Alcor hanging out with someone, but I couldn’t decide who! So why not a bunch?

Happy TAU!

#transcendence au #animation #alcor the dreambender #tau #theratlivinginyourcouchcushions #digital art #my art #gravity falls #art

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abalovesfic · 2 months

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Gonna talk more about The Book of Bill in this Ask. As well as ur answer to my 1st Ask:

"1. Preorders start today actually!!!!! It’s a really great zine and I’m excited to have been a part of it."

Nice!

"2. I do plan on finishing at least The Helpful Lie, I think I owe the fic that much and I have so much of it mapped out. That being said…"

I really do hope u will at least finish this fic someday. As well as Illumine and Cosmic Twins. And etc. I love these TAU fics dearly after all. However, I can wait. I have waited years for more of something, and I can take a long to post and stuff myself. And I can do the same with these things.

"3. Spending time in the Psych fandom has been so rewarding. This was the right time for me to transition into something else. I’m gonna put this vaguely for privacy’s sake— I needed a new fandom if I was going to engage healthily again. And honestly, I think in 7 months Psych has given me more support and community than 12 years in Gravity Falls ever did. (But that’s luck, considering I went to Psych con and met the people who live in my phone.) (And probably also demographics.)"

I am sad u feel like the GF community couldn't always give u the stuff that the Psych community did. I have had great times in the GF fandom(s) myself personally. Saying that, I am happy Psych and it's community is is making u happy right now.

"4. Obvi Gravity Falls and TAU are still the loves of my life and rn there’s this beautiful meld of Psych and Gravity Falls coexisting in my brain. Book of Bill was great and it reinvigorated something in me. So yes, I’ll come back eventually and write more but for now, I’m invested in my little queer detectives"

And I hope to see u and I am excited to see u come back more in/to the GF and/or TAU fandom(s) someday (like new chapters and/or fics. Etc.), but like I said, I am happy you are having fun with Psych right now. And/or having fun with a blend of Psych and Gravity Falls in ur mind.

Also, "Book of Bill was great and it reinvigorated something in me",

Cool!

Gonna talk more about this, but I will save that for it's separate Ask.

Thank you for ur Answer to my previous Ask.

1/?.

Oof. Uhhhhhhhh.

I think it’s just the helpful lie I’ll be finishing. (Maybe cosmic twins.) I can’t go back to Illumine. I do not like to contradict canon and though I didn’t know Book of Bill would be a thing a the time, I still don’t like that my story arc was off and the fic is too far gone to change anything. I won’t delete it but I’m not finishing it.

I love the game of canon too much. I like having to work within its confines even if I’m going off the rails with an AU. It challenges me as a writer. So Illumine has lost its appeal, but The Helpful Lie has certainly gained some. I have thoughts about my dumb triangle son…

And ok ok… it’s not that Gravity Falls/ Tau wasn’t a great fandom with tons of love and support. It is! And forgive me if this gets TMI. But I felt like I would never be good enough for this fandom. All of my fic, cosplay the freaking fanzine I started, my whole thesis, every single academic conference I went to specifically to talk about the show, all of the work I put into to Gravity Falls: I was essentially destroying myself for a fandom that wouldn’t love me back with the same passion. I still LOVE Gravity Falls with my whole heart and soul. But that burnout still hurt me.

So this step back has been good.

And Psych is oddly different. I think the fandom is old enough now to be kind of its own thing— but going to Psych con was the eye opener. I was worried about being the new kid on the block in this fandom from 2006. But complete strangers have shown up for me, tried to help push my academic career by promoting my writing and trying to get me celebrity interviews (which didn’t work out but damn— I’ve never had folks do me those favors before just because they want me to succeed), among other things. It changed my perspective a lot to have total strangers hug me and tell me I had done so much.

That was very ranty and emotional because I’m super sleep deprived (Bill my son please hop into my brain and joy ride me around, leaving me to wake up in a Taco Bell and with half a chalupa. This flesh puppet is ripe for the takin’). But things have been good different in this new corner of the internet. And when I’m ready I’m gonna finish the helpful lie so that I can feel good about it and not like I’m jumping through hoops.

Oh and the blending in my brain looks like memes

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daisynik7 · 2 years

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Chapter 4: One Night Only

Pairing: Eren Jaeger x f!reader

Rating: Explicit

cw: vaginal sex, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, cum eating, spitting, daddy kink, corruption kink, first time

Summary: After midterms, Armin goes home for the weekend. Leaving Eren the room all to himself.

Notes: Happy New Year everyone! HERE WE GO. Chapter title inspired by the song "One Night Only" by Sonder.

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The University of Paradis library is packed with students cramming for midterms, including you, Mikasa, and Armin. It’s Sunday; the three of you have been occupying a study room for the past two hours. There are textbooks and stacks of notes scattered on the table, as well as a collection of open snacks to share. You sip on the last of your water and quietly slip out of the room to refill at the library café.

Falling in line, you notice Alpha Tau brother and certified asshole, Reiner Braun, a few people ahead of you. It makes you wonder if he’s here with Eren, who has been noticeably absent from your study sessions with Mikasa and Armin. You haven’t asked about his whereabouts and you’re not even sure if he’s been invited to begin with.

Thankfully, you have a hood on your sweatshirt, so you wear it to conceal your identify as Reiner passes by with his freshly brewed coffee. You try to sneak a glance at the direction he walks in, hoping to see Eren, but no luck.

To say he’s crossed your mind would be an understatement. Besides studying for midterms, your entire focus has been on him, who you still haven’t seen since the night of Mike’s kickback two weeks ago.

His parting words to you that night replay constantly in your head like a dirty broken record.

Next time we see each other, I’m going to fuck you.

Gonna turn my sweet, little virgin into a slut.

You’ll be the nastiest slut on campus after I’m through with you.

When he left the room to join the party back downstairs, you shamelessly masturbated again, thinking about his mouth and fingers all over your pussy. By the time Mikasa came upstairs to walk back to the dorms together, you actually did fall asleep, exhausted from your multiple orgasms. Eren had already left with Armin, so you didn’t get a chance to see him one more time that night.

With midterms coming up, Sigma Nu Kappa and Alpha Tau have put a hold on social events the past two weeks. This is the last week of midterms for most students, so Mike has offered his place yet again for a kickback on Friday night to celebrate the end of exams.

Ah, handsome, sweet, and mature Mike Zacharias. He would treat you with the respect and kindness that everybody deserves, that everybody wants. But maybe you don’t want that. Not right now, at least. Deep down, what you really want is to be ruined by Eren Jaeger.

It might sound bad, but as long as nobody gets hurt, what’s the harm? He only wants to fuck you to satisfy whatever corruption kink he possesses. And you want to be fucked by him to fulfill this sexual fantasy that currently consumes you. You’re both using each other for the same perverse reasons. It’s a win-win situation. You’ll fuck each other silly one time and then move on with your lives. He’ll continue his little fuck boy journey and you’ll go back to your modest lifestyle. That’s the plan.

The barista refills your water bottle and you make your way back to the study room. As you turn the corner, you notice Eren standing inside, chatting with Mikasa and Armin. You pivot back around and fall in line again at the café, convincing yourself you have a sudden craving for coffee. After taking your sweet time ordering a drink and chatting with the barista, you deem it safe to walk back. Thankfully, he’s gone.

You sit down at your seat. Mikasa looks up from her textbook to ask, “What took you so long? I thought you were just getting water.”

“The line was long. I ended up getting a drink too.”

“Oh okay. Eren stopped by. He’s here with Reiner,” she explains, rolling her eyes.

“At least he came in to say hi,” Armin interjects. “I guess he walked by earlier and saw us.”

Shit. So, he must have seen you. You remain silent, listening to the two friends talk.

Mikasa crosses her arms over her chest as she speculates, “Don’t you think it’s weird how he only ever interacts with us whenever he’s not with Reiner?”

“What are you trying to say?”

“I don’t know. Like today. He said he saw us earlier when they walked by. Why didn’t he say hi then? Is he embarrassed of us? Are we not cool enough for him whenever he’s around his big bro?”

“Mikasa, you know he’s not like that.”

She shrugs. “Just my thoughts.” She turns her attention to you. “He says hi, by the way.”

Confused, you ask, “Who says hi?”

“Eren.”

Without thinking, you blurt out, “Huh?”

She smirks. “Yeah, he said he saw you with us when he walked by earlier. Asked where you were. Told me to tell you hello.”

“Oh. Weird,” you respond, genuinely bewildered by this news. He asked about you. Wondered where you were. Gave you his regards. And this whole time, you thought he was acting like you didn’t exist.

Armin laughs. “I guess he’s trying to be nicer after what he said to you at our first exchange.”

“Well, at least he’s being nice to someone,” Mikasa muses, putting her focus back on her textbook.

With nothing left to be said, you flip through your notes, pretending to study. Internally, your mind is racing with the revelation that Eren is, at the bare minimum, thinking about you. It gives you a fluttering feeling in your stomach. Makes you happy.

This can’t be good.

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She is the first person Eren notices in the study room as he and Reiner walk by. Not Mikasa, not Armin. Her. Buried in her notes, face scrunched up in concentration, totally unaware that he is a few feet away, spying on her.

He does his best to make sure his double-take is inconspicuous to his big bro as they pass along, going towards another study room farther away. They’ve been studying together for the past two weeks, sometimes joined by Bertolt or different girls Reiner invites, none of whom were sisters of Sigma Nu Kappa. While they were all polite and pretty, Eren just couldn’t find the will to flirt with them. Not when there’s already one girl constantly on his mind.

If he had known that she was a part of their study group, he would’ve accepted Armin’s invitation right off the bat, instead of rejecting it twice. Invites stopped coming after that.

The promise he made to her has been lingering in his head ever since he whispered it that night. Next time we see each other, I’m going to fuck you. Seeing her in the library today riles him up, gets him excited. It’s been a while since he saw that cute face, the one he’s been thinking about each time he’s touched himself these past two weeks. He almost feels likes taking her away from her studies to ravish her in the library bathroom.

He won’t, of course. Because he wants her first time to be special. And by that, he doesn’t mean romantic shit, like rose petals or candles scattered around the bedroom.

He’s wants to fuck her so good that any other guy who touches her won’t even come close to him. Whenever she gets fucked by someone else, she’ll be wishing it was Eren railing her instead. He wants to christen that virtuous, exquisite pussy with his fat cock until she’s filthy and nasty just like he is.

It’s sinful, reprehensible. Straight up wrong.

But she wants it too.

And how can he deny a sweet virgin like her?

Wanting to see her even for a little bit, he visits their study room, disappointed to see she isn’t there. He stalls a bit, chatting with Mikasa and Armin about whatever, expecting her to come back soon. Enough time passes and he figures it isn’t meant to be today. So, he’ll continue waiting patiently, at least until midterms are over. The next opportunity they’ll have to indulge in each other will probably be whenever Alpha Tau and Sigma Nu Kappa have another party. They can do it in the same spare bedroom they’ve done nasty deeds in twice already.

It comes as a pleasant surprise when Armin, a few days later, informs him that he’ll be leaving for the weekend to visit his grandfather. Meaning Eren has the room all to himself. This news comes in conjunction with the announcement of Mike’s kickback Friday night, to celebrate the end of midterms.

He sets his plan into motion.

Friday night, the campus is buzzing with students ready to party after a grueling two weeks of tests. Bertolt drops Armin off to the train station, heading back to Shiganshina for the weekend. Before he leaves, he jokes with Eren, “Don’t forget to use protection!” completely oblivious to the fact that the girl he plans to bring back tonight is Armin’s innocent study buddy.

Reiner invites Eren to another Eta Iota party. This time, he declines, making up some sort of convincing excuse to get him off his back. He’s not letting anything stop him from getting what he wants tonight. And what he wants is her.

He pre-games with Jean, Connie, and Marco in Levi’s room at the Alpha Tau house. Levi, who drinks a hot green tea while the rest of them pass around a fifth of Captain Morgan, tells the pledges, “Mike’s little kickback might not be so little anymore. Petra told me a lot of the SNK sisters invited their friends from other sororities.”

“Really? So, it’ll be a bunch of sorority girls and just the Alpha Tau’s?” Jean asks.

“Basically.”

“Sounds like our reputation is getting back up there, at least with the sororities.”

“Yeah, all thanks to Sigma Nu Kappa. They’ve been vouching for us to the other girls. Partnering with them was the best decision we’ve made since kicking out the disgusting shit bags from last semester,” Levi says.

“Yeah, they’re the best,” Jean praises. Connie and Marco nod their heads in agreement.

“Hey, Jaeger. Anyone you have your eye on in Sigma Nu Kappa?”

Eren keeps a straight face, replying, “Nope.” There’s no point in telling his pledge brothers, especially Jean, about his special situationship with a certain SNK sister. If anything, he hates gossip. He doesn’t want whatever they have to be known to the others.

“How about the Eta Iota’s? Some of them are gonna be there tonight. Bet you think they’re hot, right?”

He just shrugs, taking another swig of the rum.

“Let me be your wingman tonight, Jaeger. In exchange, help me get closer to Mikasa,” Jean offers, nudging him playfully.

“I don’t need a wingman. And I can’t help you there,” Eren responds.

“Why not?”

“I can’t fix your horse face.”

Jean yells out a “Fuck you,” all while flipping him off as the other guys laugh. They spend the next couple of minutes finishing the rum and chatting. Half an hour later, they’re at Mike’s, the party already in full swing. It’s the most crowded Eren has ever seen the place. Sure enough, like Levi mentioned earlier, there are many girls from different sororities socializing with the Alpha Tau brothers. He spots Mikasa in the kitchen, chatting with a girl he doesn’t recognize.

“Mikasa, hey.”

She nods her head up to acknowledge him. “You made it. Isn’t there an Eta Iota party you should be at instead?”

He smirks. “This might be the biggest party of the semester. I couldn’t miss this. And it looks like a lot of the Eta Iota’s are here anyways.”

She rolls her eyes as she changes the topic. “This is Louise, by the way. She’s a Delta Mu.” The blonde girl next to Mikasa waves her hand at him politely. “She was in the same recruitment group as us,” Mikasa explains, referring to her and her roommate.

As nonchalantly as he could, he asks, “Where is she, anyways? You two are always together.”

Louise says, “I saw her talking with Mike earlier. I think he wanted her to be his partner for beer pong.”

“Mike?” As soon as he says it, he knows his annoyance isn’t hidden well.

“Yes. Mike,” Mikasa repeats, raising an eyebrow at him. Shit. If anyone can see through his blank expression, it’s her.

Eren doesn’t say anything, still pretending to be uninterested when in fact, there’s a flurry of thoughts rushing into his head. He helps himself to a full cup of jungle juice, then maneuvers through the party towards the beer pong table. Sure enough, there she is besides Mike, playing that stupid game.

Why is she partners with fucking Mike Zacharias? And why is Eren so bothered by it? He hides behind a few other people as he stalks them, watching with increasing irritation as she laughs and smiles with this other guy.

Tonight is supposed to be their night. He’ll be damned if he lets another man take away what’s supposed to be his. So, he plots silently, waiting for the game to be over to make his move. Mike sinks the winning shot for them, which results in her giving him a bright smile as they high five each other. Eren can’t stand seeing this fucking prick get all this attention from her. He won’t admit it out loud, but he almost feels jealous.

Eventually, she excuses herself from the game. Mike stays to play with a Delta Mu girl, which instantly puts Eren back in a good mood. He sees her walk through the crowd, slowing down to turn her head in different directions, as if she’s looking for someone. There’s an odd feeling in his chest as he starts to approach her from behind. He’s not quite sure what he wants to say, but he’ll figure that out as soon as he reaches her.

“Hey,” he calls out, tapping on her shoulder to get her attention. She turns to face him, eyes widening with surprise. Then, her lips curve into a small smile. He feels that odd feeling in his chest spread down to his abdomen.

“Eren. Hey.” They’re surrounded by others, but for some reason, it feels like it’s just the two of them in this room right now.

His body acts before his mind thinks. Eren grabs her by the wrist and pushes his way through the crowd, leading her outside. They walk a couple paces away from the house before she stops him. “Where are we going?” Her voice trembles, either from the cold night air or anticipation.

“My room. Armin went home for the weekend,” he explains plainly, his grip still firm on her wrist as he turns to face her.

Understanding, she responds with shy, “Oh.”

He can’t help but chuckle at her fake innocence. Deep down, she wants it. Wants him. He knows it.

Eren pulls her in for a soft kiss. “You remember what I said to you the last time, right?” He presses his lips against her ear as she nods.

“Will you let me fulfill my promise to you? Is that what you want?” he whispers to her.

She nods again, swallowing hard before she answers, “Yes. I want it. I want you, Eren.”

Fuck. Hearing her say it sparks something in him, makes his skin tingle with excitement. He kisses her deeper this time, sliding his tongue against hers, unbothered by how sloppy and out in the open they are. She kisses him back eagerly, as desperate for his touch as he is for hers. He can’t waste another second.

They arrive to his dorm building, Eren taking two steps at a time to the third floor where he and Armin reside. Once inside the room, they kiss passionately against the door, shaking their shoes off their feet. Tongues sliding around each other hastily. He sheds off his jacket and slides his hands underneath her blouse, fondling her breast. Breath hitching, he asks, “Is this okay?”

She raises her arms up and nods, allowing him to pull off her shirt and toss it behind him. He slides his fingers to her back, feeling for the clasp of the bra. Trailing wet kisses along her neck, he strips her bare, eliciting soft moans from her mouth. With her tits exposed in front of him like this, he can’t help but stare, licking his lips. “Get on the bed,” he demands.

Doing as she’s told, she lies on her back, staring at him with a dazed look in her eyes. She has no idea how good she’s going to get it tonight. And it makes Eren so fucking horny knowing he’s the one that’s going to be giving it to her.

He hovers over her, massaging one of her breasts in his hand, lightly pinching her nipple in between his index finger and thumb until it hardens under his touch. Unable to resist any longer, he flicks his tongue against it before sucking gently. She lets out a drawn out moan as he pulls at her sensitive skin slowly with his lips, releasing her with a loud pop from his mouth. He repeats the action on her other breast, gazing up at her to meet her eyes as she watches him suck on her tits.

After another resounding pop, he chuckles. “You like having your nipples sucked like this.”

There’s a coy grin on her face. “I guess I do. It feels so good when you do it.”

He lets the praise go straight to his head as he sits up beside her, brushing stray hairs away from her forehead. “We have all night. I want to take my time with you. Try different things to see what you like.”

She looks up at him for a few seconds, comprehending what he says. Then, she reaches for his chest and grasps at his shirt, pulling him down for a kiss.

~~~

You’re not sure why this gives you butterflies. In an otherwise unromantic situation, what he tells you is actually sweet. He wants you to feel good. He’s willing to try different things to see what you enjoy. You want to take advantage of this.

You break away from the kiss to tell him, “I really like it when you eat me out.”

He grins at you, fingers traveling down to the hem of your pants, toying with the plush skin at your waist. “Yeah? What else do you like, baby?”

Baby. God, hearing it makes you melt. No longer shy, you demand, “Finger me at the same time.”

His laugh almost sounds sinister as he shoves your remaining clothes off, leaving you completely naked in front of him. He positions himself in between your legs, spreading your thighs open, as he strips his t-shirt off. He leans his face towards your arousal, lips so close you feel his breath as he mutters, “Touch yourself.”

He stares, mesmerized at your fingers playing with your bud. “Spread yourself open for me. Want to taste you now.”

You do as your told, spreading your folds out with your index and middle finger to expose your sensitive clit. He smirks before flicking it up and down with his tongue, causing you to buck your hips up. “Oh fuck,” you moan. He circles the tip of his tongue around you, teasing you until it’s too much.

“Fuck Eren, please.”

“Please what?” he taunts, words muffled as he continues to tantalize you.

“Suck on it, daddy.”

He hums against you, the vibrations from his voice making you shudder as he surrounds his lips on your clit, kissing, sucking, and licking until you’re whimpering for him. Fingers damp with his saliva as he eats you out sloppily.

“You want my fingers now? Want me to finger fuck you, baby?” he asks, sitting up on his knees.

“Yes,” you breathe out.

“Ask for it nicely then,” he demands, brushing his fingers at your entrance.

“Yes, please,” you beg, feeling him enter you slowly with one, then two.

“Please, what?” Knuckles deep, he stays still, teasing you. Torturing you.

“Fuck, please daddy!” you cry out. He starts thrusting his fingers into you, curling at just the right spot as he surrounds your bud with his tongue. “See?” he muffles with his tongue sticking out. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

You orgasm after a few minutes, cum flowing out of your pussy and onto him. He releases you from his mouth as he continues to pump into your slit, watching you go slack against the sheets.

“That’s a good girl. Coming all over my fingers like this.”

When he pulls out, you feel your pussy flutter, missing the sensation of being filled. He straddles you, the bulge apparent inside his joggers. Your eyes widen with shock and arousal as he drags his tongue around and in between his cum coated digits, savoring your slick like a delicacy. “You taste so fucking good,” he mumbles between slurps.

God, he is a menace. He makes you throw all logical thinking out the window. Before you even realize it, you blurt out, “Let me have taste too.”

“Oh fuck,” he grunts, moving in closer to you. “You’re such a nasty slut. So fucking nasty, oh my god,” he moans, as he slides his wet fingers into your mouth. You swirl your tongue around him, salivating all over his skin. Drool leaks down the side of your lips as you suck him. Tasting yourself on him turns you on. You enjoy seeing him lose himself at your taboo request.

He uses his free hand to reach down into his pants and release his hard cock. There’s precum dripping from the tip when he starts stroking himself rapidly. “I don’t think I can wait any longer.”

You pull his fingers out of your mouth to say, “Then don’t.” Swatting his hand away to wrap yours around him, you start jerking him off vigorously. “Fuck me, Eren.”

He mutters, “Fuck,” as he reaches over to the drawer next to his bed to retrieve a condom and a small bottle of lube. There’s a nervous feeling that starts pooling at the pit of your belly as he starts to unwrap the condom and roll it over his dick. He pours a generous amount of lube into his palm and covers his shaft with it. You’re really going through with it. You’re going to let Eren Jaeger take your virginity.

“Are you okay?” He studies your face as he positions himself on top of you.

“Yes. Just…a little nervous,” you answer honestly.

His soft smile catches you off guard. “It’s okay, baby. Just relax. I’ll make you feel really good.” He kisses you tenderly before hopping off the bed and removing his pants.

Deciding to relinquish all control to him, you do relax as he pulls your body towards the edge and holds your legs apart, pressing himself against you as he stands. This position feels intimate, maybe even a little intense. He looks down as he guides his cock along your folds, caressing your clit with the tip. You whimper as he stimulates your bud by tapping on it with his cockhead. With eyes closed, you indulge in his sensual touch.

“Need to make this virgin pussy extra wet for my cock,” he growls.

You watch him through hazy eyes as a long stream of spit drools out of his mouth, his warm saliva dribbling onto your clit and down your slit. It’s vulgar. Obscene. Most of all, it makes your pussy throb with arousal. He wants every part of himself inside you. Wants to make you dirty and filthy. Wants to defile you. A guttural moan escapes from your lips as he does it again.

“I knew you were a nasty fucking slut,” he spits out, rubbing his dick all over your soaked pussy. “You want my cock inside you? Want me to fuck this precious little cunt of yours?”

“Oh my god, yes. Fuck me, Eren. Fuck me.”

He slowly guides his cock into you. It feels nothing like his fingers. It’s bigger, girthier, fuller. It’s unbelievable how thick he feels inside you. There’s discomfort at first as your body adjusts to his size. You hear him suck in his breath as he pushes his entire length into you, pulling out slightly whenever he meets some resistance. Once he bottoms out, he stills. “Fuck…Are you good?”

You feel your walls clench around him, not used to being filled like this. It’s uncomfortable, but you don’t want him to pull out. “Yes.”

“I’m going to start moving now,” he warns you, his grip on your thighs tightening.

You wrap your legs around him, bracing yourself, as he starts driving into you slowly. It’s hard to feel anything except his fullness inside you. But after a couple of thrusts, you feel yourself ease up, his movements getting smoother and more pleasurable as he fucks you.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groans. “Feels so fucking good.”

He’s deep inside you now, pumping into you at a faster pace. You run your hands up to his body, marveling at his chiseled abs as he pounds into you. “Fuck, Eren,” you breathe out, finally feeling pleasure build up throughout your body.

“Love it when you say my name like that. So fucking hot,” he murmurs, fucking you harder and hitting your sweet spot. Your fingers travel down to your clit, where you start caressing it slowly.

He stares at you, a wild look in his eyes. “Such a slut, rubbing your clit while I fuck you. Nobody else knows what a fucking whore you are, huh? Only me. Only me.”

There’s no discomfort anymore. It’s pure ecstasy as he rails you, his harsh words adding to the pleasure. You squirm beneath him, your second orgasm approaching. “I’m gonna come. Don’t fucking stop,” you beg him.

He replaces your hand with his and starts moving his thumb against your clit frantically. “Come all over daddy’s cock. Be a good girl and come for me.”

You moan wantonly as you climax, feeling your pussy swell around him. Your thoughts are like static as waves of pleasure ripple from your core. Squeezing your legs tighter, you hold onto him. “Keep fucking me until you come,” you tell him. The need to please him the way he does you is undeniable. You want to feel him come undone inside you.

Smirking, he responds, “Then get on your stomach.”

Unwrapping your legs from him while he pulls out, you obey his command and flip over, sticking your ass out. You hear him chuckle behind you as he kneels onto the bed, pressing himself against you.

“Such a good girl for me,” he purrs, planting a kiss on one of your ass cheeks. “You know exactly what to do already.” He delivers a light smack with his hand at the same spot, resting his erect cock in between your plump bottom.

“Fuck,” is all you manage to groan out, desperate for him again. You wiggle your ass, hoping he rewards you with another spank, which he does.

“I think you’ll like this position even better than missionary,” he suggests, kneading the spot on your skin that he just slapped.

“Yeah? You’ll fuck me good? Make me come all over your big cock again?” You look back at him, mouth open, needy and thirsty to feel him inside you.

“Fuck,” he says with a huff, as he slides into you easily. From this angle, he fucks you even deeper, your pussy now fitted perfectly for his cock. You move yourself against him, skin slapping with each moment of contact, filling the room with lewd sounds of sex. It feels fucking incredible.

Gripping onto the sheets, you mewl, “Am I doing a good job, daddy? Am I being a good slut for you?”

Eren has a tight grip on your hips as he plunges into you. “Fuck, makes me want to come when you say things like that.”

“Then come. What are you waiting for?” you provoke him as you thrust your ass even harder against his pelvis.

“Want you to come one more time on my cock. Want to see you squirt all over my big dick.” He reaches around to rub his fingers against your puffy clit. It’s too sensitive now, causing you to approach your climax almost immediately. “I’m coming!” you cry out, gushing all over him.

“Fuck, m-me too,” he stutters, as he slams into you one more time before he orgasms. You feel his dick twitching inside you, spurting his seed into the condom. He pulls out when he’s done, collapsing beside you on the bed.

You feel sticky and dirty as you lie next to him, completely exhausted. He turns to face you, his eyes soft. You’ve never seen him like this. He looks peaceful. The two of you stay like this for a minute or two.

“There’s a single bathroom down the hall. You should definitely pee as soon as possible,” he says, eyes now half closed.

“Pee?”

“Yeah, to prevent any UTIs. Trust me.” He reaches over to the dresser by his bed and pulls out a new package of baby wipes. “Here, you can use these to clean yourself up.”

Surprised by his preparedness, you mutter, “Oh. Thanks.”

Doing what he recommends, you get dressed and walk down the hall to pee, using this alone time to contemplate your current situation.

You just had mind-blowing sex with Eren Jaeger. You are no longer a virgin. And this sexy little game the two of your have been playing with each other ends tonight. The both of you have gotten what you want out of this. Eren has properly ruined you and you lived out your fantasy of losing your virginity to the campus bad boy. It’s a dirty little secret that the two of you share; one that will be forgotten about as time goes by. That’s the way it’s going to be.

Would you like to see him again? Of course. The attraction you feel towards him is unquestionable. But that’s all it is, right? Physical attraction. You’re not even sure if you like him as a person. You barely know him. And he hasn’t shown any interest in getting to know you. This fucked up relationship the two of you formed with each other started with sex and is going to end with sex. Nothing more. To think that the two of you can fall in love with each other is wishful thinking on your end. A pipe dream, really. It’s never going to happen. You’ve already convinced yourself of that.

Walking back into his room, you find him already asleep, snoring lightly under the covers. You debate with yourself if you should head back to your dorm right now to save yourself the trouble of lying to Mikasa about your whereabouts tomorrow morning. But knowing this might the last you’ll ever be with him makes you stay.

You undress and turn the lights off, crawling under the blanket next to him in your underwear. As soon as your head hits the pillow, sleep envelops you within minutes.

~~~

Eren is already awake when she decides to leave that morning. He listens with eyes shut as she slips out from the sheets carefully, the pads of her feet hitting the hardwood floor with a light thud. There are quiet noises of clothing being picked up and fabric sliding across her skin. Once it sounds like all her clothes have been put back on, there’s silence. Maybe she’s looking around for her phone. Maybe she’s looking at him.

After a couple of seconds pass, he hears her footsteps and the sound of the handle being turned gently. Then, the door shuts and she’s gone.

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