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[kinkyliterotica]

(This image belong to Sony and I do not claim ownership of it)

(Part 2)

Venom x OC Period Sex Smut

Summary: Shannon unexpectedly starts her period, Venom has a creative solution.

Warnings: Period sex, blood play, oral sex, rough sex, rough penetration

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Shannon, Eddie, and Venom had formed a much more intimate bond since their first night together. The initial lust was strong, and Shannon’s chemistry with Venom was substantial. There were moments when Eddie felt like he’d been sidelined by his own Symbiote.

He tried to remember that he fronted most of the time, Venom had little time and space to be free. Perhaps he owed Venom this.

That evening, Eddie invited Shannon over to cook. He was not an excellent chef, but he was eager to try. Anne had done most of the cooking during their relationship, and he was ready to prove himself as a partner.

Eddie was pan frying sausage while Venom mixed pancake batter. Shannon rang the doorbell, and Venom dropped the bowl on the counter, and extended himself to answer the door.

“Hello Darling.” Venom greeted her.

Shannon moved smoothly past Venom, “Hey, sorry I have to use the restroom. Give me a sec.”

Venom was caught off guard. Eddie had to remind him to close and lock the door. Venom’s wide white eyes watched Shannon as she headed to the bathroom. Eddie continued cooking, shaking the pan to flip the sausages.

“There is something wrong, can’t you feel it?” Venom asked Eddie, his head floating next to him.

Eddie dismissed him, “What’re you talking about? She just had to use the bathroom.”

“Listen to me Eddie, I smell blood.” Venom ground out.

That got Eddie’s attention. He killed the heat on the pan, and turned his attention towards Shannon. He rushed down the hall and knocked on the door.

“Hey, are you okay in there?” Eddie asked. Venom pressed his head against the door to listen.

Shannon sighed, “Yes, I’m fine.”

Eddie didn’t want to drop this issue, he pressed on, “Venom said he smelled blood.”

Shannon was irritated, “Could I get a little privacy please?”

Eddie held his tongue, he didn’t want to piss her off, but he needed to know what was going on.

“Just tell me, are you hurt? Should I be worried?” Eddie’s voice was laced with concern.

Suddenly Shannon pulled open the door, her underwear and pants were around her ankles. On the crotch of the pants there was a puddle of red. She had fresh red blood dripping down her legs. Her brows were drawn together in frustration.

Shannon’s voice was frantic, “I started my fucking period 3 days early, I don’t have any spare clothes, and I’m bleeding everywhere!”

Eddie couldn’t hold back his laugh. He hunched forward and gripped his stomach. The laughter burst from him.

“Oh shit,” Eddie exclaimed, “I thought it was something serious.”

Shannon’s mouth formed a dangerous looking frown.

“This is serious for me Eddie.” She said between clenched teeth, “It’s humiliating. I’m a grown woman.”

Eddie realized his reaction was less than ideal, “Sorry, sorry. Let me run down to the store and grab you some stuff alright? I did it for Annie all the time. You can borrow some of my clothes.”

Before Shannon could respond, Venom consumed him. Enveloping his form, and growing around Eddie.

“What a waste. Why not let me solve your problem?” Venom purred.

His tongue lashed out, flicking through the air. Saliva dripped from it and landed on the vinyl floor beneath them.

Shannon’s brows hit the ceiling. She had not expected this kind of reaction. She stumbled back, her hand grabbing the sink for support.

“What–what do you mean, Venom?” Her voice, a moment ago so full of anger, had faded down to a meek whimper.

Venom’s enormous black arms wrapped around her, forcing her down on top of the toilet. Her bare ass shivered against the cold porcelain. Her pants and underwear were still around her ankles.

“Sit back, relaaaaaaax…” Venom’s voice was equal parts hypnotic and eerie.

His hands were so large they easily closed around her biceps. His huge body was crammed between the wall and the toilet. He got onto his knees, his head hovered right above her bleeding cunt.

Her flow had just started, the blood was fresh, and quickly pooling inside of her. It leaked out of her hole just a bit.

Venom smiled, his teeth bared, enormous and terrifying. The tip of his tongue traced his lips like he was about to devour his favorite meal. His wide white eyes looked up at Shannon’s face for a moment. There was lust there, so much lust it frightened her.

All at once his tongue dove into her. The blood inside of her made a noticeable SQUELCH. It didn’t stop Venom from digging the fat muscle futher inside. He was moaning, growling. He withdrew for just a moment, her blood coated his tongue. He swallowed it, sighing contentedly.

“What a treat!” Venom said, “I want more.”

Before Shannon could respond, his tongue was back inside of her. Exploring her folds, and lapping up all of the blood. She couldn’t hold back her own moans. Her voice was foreign to her, full of meekness and hesitation.

It did feel good. Extremely good. But all the same it was strange, this was not what she’d been expecting. She knew that Venom had eaten people before, but she didn’t know about his affinity for blood drinking. It was entirely new to her, she’d never had a guy fetishize something like that. She wondered for a moment how Eddie felt about this, if he was enjoying himself, or just allowing Venom to indulge himself. Either way, it felt too good for her to risk stopping it. Venom was fronting, so she had to trust him.

Venom’s grip on her tightened, he was truly ravenous. The blood continued to flow from her hole, and Venom drank it like it was the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted. Shannon writhed and moaned as his tongue played with her cunt. The tip traced along her folds, leaving no part untouched.

Shannon was shivering, her body unable to resist but struggling to find comfort or purchase on the seat.

“The taste of fresh blood,” Venom’s voice was deep, “There is nothing like it. Eddie does not want to scare you, but you’re not scared, are you?”

Shannon cried out, “No, no, please, keep going!”

“Yes, yes, this is all mine. There is no shame, I want all of it.”

Venom lifted her up, holding her hips and ass in his enormous hands. He buried his face in her cunt. She grasped his head for support, nearly hitting the wall. She could barely register the sensation of his tongue lapping at her pussy. He was moving so fast, she was afraid his teeth would puncture her. She wrapped her arms around his head, trying to keep herself upright.

Venom’s pace was torturous. The sounds he made were primal and deep. Eddie was in there somewhere, but now, there was only Venom.

Venom pulled his tongue out of her. She let out a held breath, tears coming to her eyes. She was shivering, her heart racing beneath her breast.

“I want more. I’ll have to speed things along.”

Venom’s hands ran up her ass, along her back, until he held her upright entirely with his own hands. He slid her down onto the floor carefully, making sure she didn’t hit the door or the counter. When Shannon was about to get her bearings, Venom’s tentacles slithered out. His tentacles wrapped around his midsection, lifting her from the ground once again. Just enough that she could be flipped over onto her knees. Her hands came up to support herself, but one of Venom’s hands pushed her down.

Her ass was prone in the air, her cheek pressed against the fuzzy rug on the floor. Her arms were tucked under her form, no space to move, she was trapped. Before fear could overcome her, Venom used one of his thick long tentacles to prepare her cunt for him. It pressed in and out of her, stretching further, going deeper. The friction on the inside of her walls was maddening, she ground against him. The tentacle suddenly swelled, pushing the limits of what her cunt could take.

“Venom, please don’t break me!” She begged.

Venom purred, the appendage stretching her did not let up, but he did slow the pace down. He gently entered, and pulled out, dragging out the sensation. His form fell over her like a shadow. His mouth was by her ear.

“I will not break you, but I will make you bleed. Again and again for me.” His voice was a promise.

The tentacle slid out of her entrance, and was quickly replaced with the tip of his cock. The head was so much larger from the back, she knew that in this position she would be the most vulnerable. She tried to take a deep breath, and steady herself. But when his dark head pressed into her heat, she whimpered.

It hurt. It hurt so much. His girth was inhuman. There was nothing that could soften this. She knew by now that enduring was the best she could do until her walls adjusted. Her cunt would learn to take him eventually.

Venom let out a dark laugh. The sound rumbled in his chest, and vibrated against her back. She wondered what had caused him to laugh, but in a moment she felt it. When his tip hit her cervix, he had caused another wave of fresh blood to flow. She was bleeding on in, because of him. It lubricated her tight hole, and provided some relief.

Venom teased, “You’re coating my cock with your sweet red juices. Such a filthy Human.”

His hips drove into her, forcing her tits to drag across the small bathroom rug. Her pelvis strained from the effort of Venom slamming into her. Venom was primal now. Growing and drooling and using all of his strength to hurt her, just enough to make her bleed once again for him.

She wondered if Venom could keep this up all night.

[ughgoaway]

Aw no I'm so sorry that you're not feeling good 😔 I wish there was something I could do to help. Have you read toomuchracket sweetheart George series?? These are so fluffy and soft and adorable and just melt me so they might help you feel better 😊 also remember the fic that you write that was SO GOOD where Matty thought teacher was breaking up with him because she was stressed and busy at work and hadn't replied to his messages.

I bet he would be so sweet and gentle and understanding if she was going through a hard time, maybe she's short tempered and feeling low mood but can't put her finger on what's wrong. I feel like he'd want to be there with her all the time but would also understand if she needed some space. he might do things like run her a bath or brush her hair for her. Fill up her water bottle so she stays hydrated or encourage her to go out for some fresh air and a little walk with him.

🎄

I am so sorry for how late i am replying to this, I feel asleep mid-blurb this night, and this got lost in my drafts!!

oh yes, I ADORE the sweetheart George series, mads can literally do no wrong in my eyes!!! that's a very good depression recommendation, though. I will defo keep in mind the next time I'm sad lol

omg, I had completely forgotten about that blurb, yes!!! I remember not liking the finished result when I wrote it, but maybe my brain is playing tricks on me...

don't even with soft matty looking after teacher reader, OH MY HEARTTTTT.

(rambles below the cuttttt)

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despite you being very short with him, matty is still a sweetheart. he has been watching you get more and more tired over the week, and knew tonight would be the night where it all just boiled over.

i think like you said, nothing big happened, just something has been building within you all week, and it's been driving you crazy. and when you start snapping at him, you immediately feel awful. but you just can't help it.

so he was prepared. he went out and bought some nice snacks (fancy m&s snacks for those who know), some nice bath salts, and even a fancy candle that he knows you'll love.

"Oh darling, please stop crying. it's okay, just wanna look after my girl" (this does not work. you just cry again. and then you cry whenever you think about him saying this)

he manages, after some convincing, to get you into the bath he ran for you, and you immediately relax. and then start sobbing because he is so kind and you don't quite know how to deal with it.

matty hears and comes rushing in (after knocking and asking if he can come in, which makes you cry even harder) and he just rubs your back, maybe even offers to wash your hair for you. he uses his fancy curly shampoo and conditioner, which once again makes you cry.

when you get out, you watch a little film, maybe your favourite. you eat the snacks matty got you and just cuddle on the sofa. I think Annie comes home at some point during this, and she can tell you're feeling off.

she doesn't say anything because she's aware enough to know to keep that to herself. she just jumps on the sofa and burrows in between you and matty. He smiles over her head, and he sees your eyes welling up again and can't help but giggle and squeeze you tighter. you lightly laugh at the absurdity of your emotions.

anyway, this is my dream when I am depressed but I just order takeaway and cry :)

maybe you all take mayhem for a walk the next morning, and annie says, "Are you feeling better today y/n?" And you're a bit caught off guard but say, "uh, yes I am sweet girl, thank you for asking. "

she nods and runs off quite happily with mayhem in the park. you look at matty, and he immediately shakes his head, "I didn't tell her anything, promise!" he holds his hands up in faux surrender, and you believe him.

[arlana-likes-to-write]

Lightning Bug - Chapter 6

Previous Chapter // Master List 

Warnings: nightmare, mention of torture/death, Tony is kind of a jerk but it’s okay. 

Word Count: 4.6

America was right, the roof was amazing at night. The lights of the big city danced in the dark alongside the few stars that could be seen. Today was exhausting. You didn’t sleep well because of your nightmare, you met 3 new people, and was physically assaulted by the owner of the bodega. Wanda made you a small plate to eat in your room. You ate two bites and fell asleep. But your sleep wasn’t peaceful as you fell into another nightmare. 

*

You were woken by the familiar sound of the door to your room opening. On shaky legs, you stood up facing the door. You were tired. It had been a long few days of them abusing your powers and all you wanted was sleep and a decent meal. “Hello, my beautiful spark.” You couldn’t remember the man’s name. You weren’t sure if he gave it. 

“Hello, papa.” You said. Your same greeting every time he walked into your room. The man held open his arms. You automatically walked over to him and hugged him. Your body was tense against the contact. He didn’t care as he kissed the top of your head. 

“I know we’ve been working so hard for us.” He said, rubbing his hands up and down your arms. A chill went down your spine. “But we need you to do one more thing for me malen'kaya iskra (little spark) and then you can rest. Okay?”

“Okay, papa.” He led you out of your room and down the hallway. It was a path you’ve taken countless times to the room they’ve kept their prisoners; the people they wanted you to hurt so they could get information. The man opened the door and led you instead. The room was ready for you. Two people were tied up to the chairs while the guards pointed their guns at them. You thought the guns were a little much because who in their right mind would try to escape this hell hole. 

“They have very important information that they are hiding from us,” he placed his hands on your shoulders, squeezing them. “You need to get the information no matter what. Do you understand, malen'kaya iskra (little spark)?” He asked. 

“Yes, papa.” 

“Nachinat' (Begin).” He ordered the guards. They stepped forward taking the bags off their heads. You stared at the bloody face of Annie and Lucia. They were alive. You could see the shallow rise and fall of their chest. Why were they here? You looked at the man. “What is it,  malen'kaya iskra (little spark)?” 

“Why are they here, papa?” You asked. “They didn’t do anything wrong.” It was against the rules to question an order but you had to know. The punishment came quickly. The man hit the back of your knees and you crumbled to the ground. You let out a small cry as you caught yourself on your hands. 

“I am going to pretend you didn’t ask that.” He grabbed you by your hair and forced you to look up at him. Tears began to form in your eyes. “Now do as I asked.” He tossed you to the ground. You stood up, whipping the dirt off your knees. Annie was looking at you. She was smiling. Why was she smiling? Did she know what they were asking you to do? You shook your head. 

“No,” you said. “I won’t do it.” You knew it was the wrong answer. You waited for the blow but it never came. Instead, the man walked in front of you, blocking your view of Annie and Lucia. 

‘What did you say?” He asked. His tone sent a chill down your spine. You looked up at him. 

“I said no. I won’t hurt them.” You sounded a lot braver than you felt. He was going to kill you and you were okay with that. He held out his hand and a guard wordlessly put a pistol in it. The barrel was put under your chin and you waited. 

“Wait,” Annie called out. The man dropped the gun and looked at the woman. Lucia was now awake. “It’s okay, sugar. Do what they want.” She said to you. You shook your head. 

“Mija (darling),” Lucia said. “It’s okay.”

“No. No. No. I won’t do it!” You yelled. “You can’t make me do it.” The man sighed, moving back behind you. You felt the barrel of the gun twist through your hair. 

“I’m so disappointed in you, malen'kaya iskra (little spark). You were my favorite. My sweet girl.”    

*

The bullet went off as you woke up. It was different when you were with papa. Instead of Annie and Lucia, it was a married couple with their son. You refused to hurt them. He didn’t twist the gun through your hair, he killed the little boy. So, you made your way to the roof to get some fresh air and let energy out. You were holding it all day. It was becoming too much. You began to feel it all over your body. You closed your eyes and let the energy overcome you. Once it passed, the weight on your chest lightened. But you felt dizzy, a headache was forming behind your eyes. You whipped the blood that dripped down your nose on the back of your hand, wondering how long it would take for your mind to stop creating these scenes. ‘It gets easier.’ That’s what Yelena said but you wanted it to be easier now. ‘You have a whole group of people to lean on.’ Was Natasha right? You were learning to open up to them, giving them small details of your past but not the full story. Would they look at you differently? Could you trust them to not hurt you when you told them? You sighed and stood up, stretching your arms and legs before heading back into the tower. You didn’t want to go back to your room, nightmares seem to be common there. 

The tower was so different at night. It was quiet, still, peaceful. It was a whole different world. You walked down a hallway when you saw a light on in a room. You froze, not expecting another person to be up. “I’m coming to bed soon.” You were surprised by a woman’s voice. “Tony?” She questioned. You heard the clicking of heels approaching the door and your eyes went wide as you stared at the CEO of Stark Industries. “You aren’t Tony.” 

“Your Pepper Potts.” You said. She nodded. 

“I am and you must be the newest addition.” You slowly nodded, still in shock of who you were standing in front of. “I still have some work to do. Would you like to join me? It gets kind of lonely.” 

“Sure,” you said, without hesitation. Pepper smiled and walked back into her office. You followed. 

“Do you want something to drink? Tea? Coffee?” She asked.

“Tea, please.” You walked over to her wall of framed photos. A majority of them were photos of her at press conferences. She had some with Tony, Peter, and the other Avengers. But one picture caught your eye. It was Pepper at a youth center. You found yourself in the picture among the other kids. “I was there.” You pointed to yourself in the picture. Pepper stood next to you. “You donated a bunch of old gaming stuff and toys to the center.” You looked at her. The CEO was staring at the picture. “You were the first person to treat us like regular kids, not a charity case.” Pepper nodded, smiling as she took the picture off the wall. 

“I remember this day,” she said. “You kids were so full of light.” She sighed, placing the photo back onto the wall. The whistle of the kettle went off and you jumped from the unexpected sound. The CEO went to take the kettle off and poured the boiling water into the two mugs. “I always wanted to do more for you.” She handed you a mug.

“One person can’t fix the entire homeless problem,” you told her, adding a little sugar and honey into your tea. “We appreciate everything you’ve done as CEO of Stark Industries. We can tell you care unlike some people that use us for a photo op.” She smirked. 

“Are you referring to Eleanor Bishop?” She asked. You gave her a shy smile. “Yeah, I don’t like her either.” She went to sit behind her desk. “Can I ask why you are up at this hour?” 

“I could ask you the same question.” You said, sitting in the chair in front of her desk. Pepper rolled her eyes, waving her hand across her desk. It was covered in paperwork. “A nightmare.”  You confessed. You weren’t sure why you admitted it to the CEO. Maybe it was because you knew her before coming to live with the Avengers. She put a file down she picked up to give you her full attention. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” You sighed, shaking your head. 

“Not really.” You looked at the papers that covered her desk. “Can I help you with this? I’ve taken up enough of your time.”

“Your presence isn’t a burden,” She said. “But if you are offering, I'm not going to say no to help.” She handed you a pile of folders. “Can you file these in that cabinet?” She pointed to the file cabinet behind her desk. “The files in there are already in alphabetical order.” You nodded. It was similar work to what you did at the bookstore. You moved to sit in front of the file cabinet. Pepper turned on classical music to fill the quietness as you both worked. 

It was easy work that silenced your mind and distracted it from your nightmare. Even though it was simple work, it made you feel like you were earning your place here. You put the last file in its spot and stood up. “Do you have more?” You asked. She handed you a few more. 

“That should be the last of them for tonight.” You nodded, working on the last batch of files. “Thank you for your help,” Pepper said once you were finished. “You saved me from having to stay up an extra hour.”

“Of course. Thank you for the tea,” you were actually tired. “I’m gonna try to get some sleep. It was nice meeting you.” You smiled, heading to her door. 

“Wait.” You stopped, looking back at Pepper. She was going through her purse and pulled out her wallet. The CEO stood up and walked over to you, handing you 25 dollars. 

“I can’t take this.” You said. 

“Yes you can. You did work for Stark Industries and as its CEO I have to pay you.” You still didn’t take it. “I don’t want to violate child labor laws.” She deadpanned. You laughed, taking the money. 

“If you need more help you know where to find me.” You said. 

“I’ll hold you to that. Goodnight Y/n.” 

“Goodnight, Pepper.” You left the CEO’s office and headed back to your room. Surprisingly, you felt happier and lighter than ever.  

*

You were surprised to see the run shining through your window when you woke up. You rubbed the sleep out of your eyes and picked up your phone. It was 11:30. You’ve never slept this late before. “Miss. Y/n,” Friday said. “Good morning. Did you sleep well?” 

“I did.” You said, standing up and headed to the bathroom. You were in desperate need of a shower. 

“I’m glad,” The AI said. “Ms. Romanoff and Ms. Maximoff is on the common floor with the others. They ask for you to join them when you are ready.” You thanked the AI and turned on the shower. The hot water was a relief as your muscles felt a little sore. You ignored it. The plan was for you to wake up and ask Natasha to take you to the store. You wanted to buy a bookshelf with the money Pepper gave you. The idea of having a job that paid you filled you with excitement. You could buy books, or chocolate, or fries. The possibilities are endless. 

You got out of the shower and stared at the clothes in your closet. The idea of wearing the same long sleeve and pants seemed rather annoying. The problem was the clothes hid your scars. Were you ready to show that part of you to them? You sighed, grabbing a short sleeve shirt. It had the old SHIELD logo on the front. You still wore pants and rubber gloves but it was a start. You grabbed the money and headed to the common floor. 

*

It was loud, not noise level but energy. Everyone was on the floor. Natasha and Wand were sitting at a table with Pepper. The kitchen had Kate, Yelena, and Sam in it. They seemed to be cooking lunch but you weren’t sure. Vision was playing chess and Rhodey was on the couch. You didn’t see America. You took a steady breath and walked over to the couple. Wanda looked up with a smile. “Well good afternoon sleeping beauty.” She joked. You felt your cheeks heat up. 

“I guess I was more tired than I realized.” You said. You caught Pepper sending you a smile and wink. 

“Your body apparently needed it,” Natasha said. “What’s up, kid?” You held the money in your hands. The Black looked confused on how you got the cash but she didn’t question it. 

“I was wondering if you could take me to the store,” you said. “I want to buy a bookshelf.” The money in your hands was taken from you. You spun around to see Tony Stark. 

“Where did you get this?” He asked. Your throat went dry at the question. 

“I uh.” You stuttered. 

“Did you steal it?”

“No!” You defended. “I - I didn’t steal it.” Your mind was transporting you back to group homes where you stood in front of other kids and were accused of something you didn’t do. 

“Cut it out, Stark.” Natasha said, standing up. Tony smiled at the Black Widow . There were too many eyes on you.

“It was just a question, Rushman.” Tony said. You didn’t recognize the name. He was playing between his fingers. “We can’t have a criminal living with us.” Their voices became white noise around you. The only thing you knew was they were yelling, they were yelling about you. You were the cause of it. You were the problem. A parasite. You. You. You took off running back to your room. Did they call your name? You weren’t sure. You needed to run. 

It was quick work to pack your bag with everything. You didn’t have much. “FRIDAY,” you said to the AI. “Don’t tell them where I am.” The AI was silent for a beat. 

“As you wish, Miss. Y/n.” You strapped your backpack on and ran down the stairs. You didn’t stop running. 

*

Natasha’s jaw hurt for how much she was clenching it. She watched the teen run off, away from the noise. The Black Widow wanted to follow her but she needed to deal with the billionaire in front of her. “Do you ever think before you speak?” Pepper beat her to it. Tony scratched the back of his head. 

“I may have overstepped.” He said. Natasha sighedd, pinching the bridge of her nose. “To be fair it looked a little suspicious that she had money.”

“There is a better way to ask her than accuse her of stealing and calling her a criminal in front of everyone.” Wanda said. 

“It was a joke!” Tony defended himself, throwing his arms to the side. Natasha rolled her eyes. 

“You told a joke to someone who barely knows you.” Sam said from the kitchen. 

“Then who gave her this cash?” Tony asked, holding the money up in the air. 

“I did!” Pepper said. Natasha was surprised by that. She didn’t know the CEO met the newest addition to the tower. Everyone looked at the CEO for her to continue. She closed the folder she was working on, folding her hands and rested them on her chin. “She had a nightmare and was roaming the halls. I met her and she helped me file some paperwork.” Pepper sighed. “She wouldn’t take it at first.” That sounded like the young girl. 

“See,” Tony said, pointing to his wife. “You could have just said that.” Natasha slowly stood and walked over to the billionaire, taking the cash from his hands. 

“You will fix this mess,” Natasha said. “Or I will make your life a living hell.” The Russian watched Tony’s Adam apple bob at her threat. He nodded. “Good.” She went to the elevator and took it to her floor. She wasn’t surprised that Tony made an ass of himself for the first meeting but she wished it was going to be different. “Hey kid,” she said, knocking on the door. No answer. She moved the handle and it opened easily. The Black Widow walked into the surprisingly quiet room. A feeling of dread washed over the redhead. “Y/n.” she called out, running over to the bathroom and threw open the door. It was empty. Her closet was missing her backpack and clothes. Even the newspaper clippings that were hung up were gone. The only thing that was still there was the phone resting on the nightstand. “Shit.” She turned around to leave the room and ran into Wanda. 

“What’s wrong?” The witch asked. 

“She’s gone.”      

*

“Are you sure you don’t want to talk about it?” Annie asked, placing a cup of hot chocolate in front of you. You shook your head, stirring the spoon around the mug. The marshmallows began to melt in the hot liquid. Annie sighed, sitting down next to you. “Did something happen at the tower?” Instead of answering, you blew on the drink and took a sip. 

“I wish I never met them.” You said. 

“I don’t think you mean that.” You looked up at her with a shrug. Before Annie could say anything, the bell of the store rang and she left the office to deal with the customers. Part of you believed what you said to Annie. You lived with the Avengers for two and a half days and that short amount of time, they filled you with so much hope; hope that you were safe, hope that they were different and hope that you finally had a home. But it was what you told Lucia was right. You were damaged goods, nothing came easy to you. You were cursed. You hated them because for a small moment you believed your curse was broken. You sighed, closing your eyes as a few tears fell down your face.    

*

Natasha held open the door for Wanda as the couple stepped into the cafe. The bell alerted Annie from her office. The older woman’s eyes went wide as she saw the couple. “Well, isn’t this a surprise.” She said as Natasha and Wanda walked up to the counter. “What can I get for my favorite customers?” Natasha knew she was deflecting, hiding behind a flattering phrase to distract them. She was here.

“We just want to talk with her.” Natasha said. The owner sighed, making two cups of coffee. The Black Widow was patient as Annie finished and placed the two mugs on the counter.

“She’s in the office,” Annie finally said. “I don’t know what happened between you and her but it really hurt her.” 

“Two words,” Wanda said, blowing on the coffee before taking a sip. “Tony Stark.” Annie rolled her eyes. 

“That boy needs to learn to keep his mouth shut.” Natasha smiled. 

“We’ve been telling him that for years.” The Black Widow said. “We won’t force her to come back if she doesn’t want to.” Annie nodded. 

“I’ll go talk to her,” Natasha made a mental note to buy Annie a very expensive gift with Tony’s credit card. The older woman walked back to her coffee, closing the door behind her. Wanda grabbed onto Natasha’s hand, giving it a tight squeeze. 

“Do you think she’ll come back?” The Russian asked. The witch sighed, staring into the coffee. 

“I think so,” she finally said. “We just have to be patient with her.” The office door opened. 

“She’ll talk to you guys.” Natasha never felt more relieved. 

*

You watched as the door opened again and the couple walked in. Wanda closed the door and they sat down in the empty seats. The witch smiled. “You gave us quite a scare.” You frowned, you didn’t want to worry them. You just needed to get out. 

“Pepper gave Tony an earful after you ran off.” You still stayed quiet, afraid to say the wrong thing. “We know you didn’t steal it.” 

“Can you tell us why you ran away?” Wanda asked. 

“I was scared.” You confessed. “There was so much yelling and-” You stopped. 

“It’s okay, you can tell us.” Natasha encouraged you. Did you want to tell them? Would they look down on you? You looked down at your hands. 

“I’ve been accused of stealing before,” The Black Widow knew the instant at the bodega. “It wasn’t me but I got blamed for it and I was punished.” 

“What did they do to you?” It was an off the record foster home, Mr. and Mrs. Barrera. They were an older couple that allowed homeless kids to stay in their home. Nearby churches and food banks would donate supplies to the couple. They had a good heart but the problem was anyone could come and go as you pleased. His name was Steven. He was saving money to buy a bus ticket to Chicago and one day it was gone. 

“He hit me,” you told the couple sitting in front of you. “He wouldn’t stop hitting me.” Mr. Barrera had to pull him off of you. You looked back at the couple. Wanda had a deep sadness in her eyes while the Black Widow had a rage similar to when the shop owner wouldn’t let go of you. “So I ran. I didn’t want to get hit again.” 

“I want you to look at me,” Natasha said. You hesitated but looked into her green eyes. “I want you to really hear me. No matter what you do or how mad we get at you we’ll never lay a hand on you, okay?” 

“Okay,” you said. You wanted to believe her. You wanted to make a home with the Avenger. 

“You don’t believe her.” Wanda said. You shrugged, playing with the spoon in your hot chocolate. You only took one sip of the drink. 

“It’s hard,” you said. “I’ve been promised that before and by the end I've been left in bruises. Life hasn’t been kind to me.”

“No, it hasn’t,” Natasha admitted. “You’ve been dealt a shitty hand.” You smiled. “But you are a good kid.” Your smile fell. 

“You don’t know that.” 

“Yes we do,” Wanda smiled. “You couldn’t have so many people that care about you if you weren’t a good kid. With everything you’ve gone through, your heart is still good.” Your lip started to shake and your throat burned as you kept the tears at bay. 

“You guys are the first people to see that,” you cleared your throat. “I’d like to go back home if that’s still okay.” The Black Widow’s smile grew. 

“That offer never expires,” she said, standing up. “Let’s go home, kid.” 

*

You were anxious as you rode the elevator to the common floor. Natasha and Wanda said Tony wanted to apologize and he was waiting for you there. You just wanted to put this whole situation behind you and move on. The metal doors opened and you stepped out. The floor was empty, a stark comparison to this morning. Tony stood up from the couch as soon as he saw you. You froze immediately. Pepper kept sitting on the couch but you noticed her eyes were trained on the billionaire. “I think we got off on the wrong foot.” 

“You could say that.” You said. Natasha and Wanda stayed behind you. It was a nice feeling knowing they had your back. Tony scratched the back of his head. 

“I made a joke and it was wrong of me. I’m sorry.” He apologized. “I can’t promise I won’t do it again because I probably will.” Pepper rolled her eyes. You smiled. 

“I accept your apology.” Relief washed over the billionaire’s face. 

“That is a relief. You just saved me from a night in the dog house,” You smiled. 

“Tony.” Pepper said. Her tone made you stand a little straighter. “What else?”

“Right,” he said, snapping his fingers. “I want you to save your money and I want to build you a bookshelf.” Your eyes widened. “Would you like to join me in the lab to help me build it?” You looked at Wanda and Natasha behind you. 

“It’s up to you, kid.” Natasha said. Wanda smiled. You looked back at Tony.

“Uh, sure.” Tony smiled, clapping his hands together. You were surprised you didn’t jump from the sound. 

“Come on, kid. We got work to do.” 

*

You were surprised how organized his lap was with how extra the billionaire was. It was empty, which you were grateful for. Tony sat down in his chair. “So what kind of bookshelf are we thinking of?” He created a hologram of a bookshelf you would see at Lucia’s book store. 

“Are we not going to make a regular bookshelf?” You asked, sitting down in a chair. He sent you a look that said, ‘Do you know who you're talking to?’   

“Kid, you like in a building powered by an AI system that I created. You aren’t going to get a ‘normal’ bookshelf.” He added the quotations around the word normal. You smiled, your cheeks were starting to hurt for how much you were smiling. “So tell me your dream bookshelf.” 

You were getting a real deja vu moment as you created your dream bookshelves with the billionaire. It was when you were younger. Caleb wanted a new bed, a bunk bed that every kid in his class had. You weren’t surprised that your father went to the store that day and bought him the new bed. They spent all day building it together. Your mother was at her church group so you snuck upstairs and peeked into your brother’s room. Every instruction, every step your father gave Caleb and when he did it he was praised for a job well done. 

“Hand me that screw driver.” Tony said, pointing to a table with tools. You walked over to the table, picked up the screwdriver, and handed it to the billionaire. 

“Thanks kid.” He began to use the tool but stopped and looked at you. “Do you want to do it?” He asked. 

“Me?”

“It’s your bookshelf, you should help build it.” He handed you the screwdriver and got out of the way. You knelt down between the two pieces of wood. “So if you turn it to the right you will tighten it and if you turn it to the left it will loosen. We went to tighten the screws together so we need to turn it to the right.” You nodded, placing the screwdriver in the grove of the screw and twisted it to the right. The two pieces of wood began to move together until they couldn’t move any closer. “Great job. Ready to do the next step.”

“Yeah,” you smiled. “Thank you for this, Tony.” He smiled back. 

“Don’t mention it. If you ever need anything let me know.” You nodded. “Alright! Let’s build this bookshelf!”

[fanfictiongirlie]

5SOS: You Have a Child From A Previous Relationship

Parings: Calum x you

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: My 5sos imagines were all written, maybe ten years ago, the writing standard isn't what my writing is like now. Bare that in mind please. Cringe warning :)

Words: 692

Part One:

“Are you sure they’ll like me babe?” Your boyfriend; Calum asks. You nod turning the key in your front door.

“Yes,  Annabelle might be a bit annoyed with it, I don’t know if she likes the idea of me having a boyfriend” You say, before actually opening the door.

“Is Annabelle the one who is 17?” Calum asks. You nod. “Annabelle is 17. Austin and Flora are 8” You smile and push the door opened.

You were a little nervous. Calum and you had been going out for three years now, and he was yet to meet your children.

And now that you and Calum were going to get married, you knew he wouldn’t leave and disappoint your children.

He was so nervous. You could tell, from how tight he held onto your hand, and how sweaty it was.

“Annabelle! We’re home!” You yell. “In the living room mum” She yelled back. You pull Calum along into the living room, to see your teenage daughter on her phone, and your twins playing with the Lego on the floor.

“Mummy!” Flora yells when she sees you. You smile and pick her up, cuddling her.

“Who is this?” She asks.

You put Flora back down; now all three of your children are looking at Calum.

“I’m Calum” He smiles.  “This might be a little bit much to take in, but I really love Calum, and we’re going to get married” You add.

Flora giggles and squeals “Yay! I get to wear a pretty dress!”

Austin jumps up and walks over to Calum. “You better not hurt my mummy” He glares, Calum nods. “I promise not too”

Austin stares him down for a few seconds but smiles and hugs you. You look to Annabelle.

“Annie?” You say, sitting next to her.

“Mum, what if he leaves like dad did?” She asks, and your heart breaks in two. “Baby. You know full well, dad and I didn’t get along. And He made the choice to leave you three, I don’t understand who would ever walk away from this-“ You were caught off from talking.

“Hi” Calum smiles “I shouldn’t really intrude. But I love your mum. More than anything. I could never ever leave. And I’m sure after time, I’ll be super close with you three. So I’ll have another reason to never leave”

Annabelle smiles. “Thank you. You can marry him mum”

“Oh I needed your permission” You giggle at her. “Obviously” She replies.

“Now that you’ve all met Calum. I thought we could all have a fun day out!” You smile, and all three of your children jump up and are out the door within in seconds.

“See Calum. Nothing to worry about” You wink at him… 

Part Two:

“Mummy, Daddy! Look at our sandcastles!” Your 9 year old twins yelled. Calum and you looked towards them smiling and clapping.

A day at the beach was a normal thing in your family.

Calum; your newly husband sat next to you, an arm around your waist. Flora and Austin, the twins were playing with the sand. But your eldest; Annabelle, your 18 year old was sitting next to you.

“Why don’t you go swimming love?” Calum asked Annabelle “No, I’m okay” She answers.

“Okay. I’m going to get ice cream, Annabelle wanna help me?” He asks, jumping up, Annabelle nods and follows Calum to the shops.

“So what do you think Flora and Austin would like?” Calum asks, trying to start a conversation with the 18 year old.

Since Calum had joined the family, Annabelle had been very guarded to let Calum in.

“Erm, just a normal ice cream I think”

Calum nods and walks into the ice cream shop, asking for two normal ice cream, and a chocolate one for you.

“What do you want?” He asks Annabelle, looking around, seeing she wasn’t there anymore, Cal’s head shot around, seeing Annabelle looking at a very pretty shell necklace.

“Do you want that Annabelle?” Cal asks, smiling. “Really? Please dad can I have it?” Annabelle asks excitedly.

“Of course” Calum smiles, buying the ice cream and necklace for Annabelle, feeling extremely happy about her calling him dad.

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[gemini-sensei]

Hey there. 😇 Thanks for asking another of my questions; I highly appreciate you, and your answers to my asks too. 😎

Anyway, here’s another excerpt of a chapter titled “A Birthday Party Gone Wrong Turns Out Better”, which is from my AU Cobra Kai story “Phrase and Word Prompts (Cobra Kai Edition)” on Wattpad, and it’s partly inspired by the Season 2 episode Party Over Here from the Disney Channel series Lizzie McGuire (except different, in this case):

When they locked eyes with Jack, Hawk gave him a narrow-eyed glare, causing Jack to nervously back off a little. “Too bad, Jack. You obviously missed the memo about it being Annie’s birthday.”

Demetri agreed, tossing his own glare at Jack. “That’s right,” he remarked to Hawk before reverting his gaze over to Jack. “It is too bad for you; had you been listening, you would’ve learned Annie’s preference for chocolate cake and not strawberry.” He then grinned at Hawk, who also smiled. “At least some of us got that memo straightaway.”

Hawk nodded before turning back to Jack. “What were you thinking, Jack? A strawberry cake, and without candles on it? Really?”

Jack attempted to explain himself. “I was just told cake. Nobody said anything about candles.”

Annie rolled her eyes. “And you think that justifies how you treated me tonight?” She shook her head. “Honestly, Jack, I’m surprised at you.”

Her next words caught Jack off guard and stunned him into silence. “What kind of older brother are you to treat his younger sister like this, and on her birthday at that?”

Exchanging grins, Hawk and Demetri walked over to where Annie was; gently taking her by the arms, the Binary Brothers then walked her down the stairs and over to the front door, in front of the now shocked party guests.

One guest with blonde hair and blue eyes stopped them. “Annie, where are you going with these two guys?” he queried. Annie narrowed her eyes.

“Going to the mall with Hawk and Demetri. You see, I prefer to celebrate my birthday in my own way — namely, the way I want to. Not this... this... whatever this is.

“You know what? You guys are more than welcome to have the cake over there. I don’t want it,” she added while motioning with her head over to the cake.

The guest looked over at the cake in confusion before turning back to Annie. “What are you talking about? You love strawberry cake.”

Annie shot him a glare filled with tranquil fury. “No, I don’t. I never liked strawberry cake." And the next words were for Jack. “I like chocolate. I can’t believe you never noticed.”

With that, she turned to the Binary Brothers, a smile now having replaced her initial glare. “Well, shall we go celebrate my birthday the way you know I’d like to?”

Hawk and Demetri grinned. “Indeed we shall,” nodded Hawk.

As Annie, Demetri and Hawk headed off to the West Valley Mall, Jack and the others were too stunned to even try to call Annie back, or even attempt to stop her for that matter.

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At the West Valley Mall food court, Annie was obviously enjoying herself. Her laughter rang out as she waltzed with Demetri before he twirled her into a dip while giving her a smile, which she returned. Gently pulling her back up, he let her go to Hawk, who took her left hand in his right while bowing from the waist in a gentlemanlike fashion while she curtsied, gripping the edge of her skirt with her free hand; then, he twirled her around gently like Demetri before him.

Well, what do you think so far? 😎🎂

Omg it's been so long since I watch Lizzie McGuire 💗 amd this was so cute.

I can totally see Eli and Demetri being thr types to know someone and the things they actually like as opposed to the assumptions other people make. It's so sweet. And dancing with her? 😍😍🥰🥰 yes please

[ohimsummer]

asking them if they’d still love you if you were a worm

ft. aot characters, not proofread

chars: jean, connie, armin, eren, levi, hange, sasha, mikasa, annie, historia

Jean doesn’t move. You almost think he hasn’t heard you, and you’re about to reiterate the question when he asks “What?” You repeat yourself. Jean halts his current task to look you in the eyes. He studies your face for a while, almost like he’s expecting you to burst out laughing and reveal it as a prank. He shifts his weight when you’re still expectantly waiting for his answer. “Ahh, of course, baby.” You tease him over his hesitation as he returns to his chore. He pretends to be annoyed at you interrupting him with such a silly question, but the grin on his face suggests otherwise.

Connie quickly gives a resounding ‘yes’ and then immediately returns the question back to you. It takes you by surprise, and he’s offended when you don’t instantly say that you’d still love him as a worm. “Wow, really, Y/N? I said yes to you instantly but you have to think about your answer? I can’t believe you’d do this to me, babe!” Pretends not to believe you when you try to explain you were just caught off guard and makes you appease him with some kisses on the cheek.

Armin breaks his attention from his work to give you a quizzical stare. You place your hands on your hips. “Are you saying you wouldn’t love me if I was a worm, Armin?” You feign irritation when you see him struggling to hold back a smile. “Armin, I can’t believe you!” He sets his things to the side to walk after you as you exit the room, giggling the whole time. “No, angel, wait! Come back, of course I’d still love you!” Tells you he’d put you in your own massive terrarium and talk to you every day.

You’ve barely made it into the apartment you share with Eren when he pops the question: “Y/N, would you still love me if I was a worm?” He’s two rooms away doing something in the bedroom so you assume you didn’t hear correctly. When you finally arrive and ask him to repeat himself, you’re shocked to hear exactly what you thought you heard. “Uh, Eren, where is this coming from?” He shoots back “Stop dodging the question.” He’s dead serious. You give him an unamused look before replying “Yes, Eren, I would still love if you were a worm. Even though that question doesn’t make sense.” This answer seems to satisfy him, and he promptly moves on like nothing happened.

Levi is fixed on the road ahead of him, focused only on getting home to unwind when you ask him. There’s silence for a few seconds, and he directs a wary glance at you from the corner of his eyes. “What kind of question is that?” You can’t give him a proper answer to that question so you decide to deflect it, “What, you wouldn’t love me if I was a worm, babe?” He gives you a deadpan look as he turns into the driveway. “Don’t know how I could continue a relationship with something I couldn’t even communicate with. Even still, you’d probably find some way to be a pain in the ass.” Your mouth falls open in shock as he climbs out of the car, chuckling.

When you approach Hange with the question, they’re working down in the basement that they’ve turned into a little homemade lab. You’re startled when they cry out in surprise; they must have been too focused on their work to hear you come in. You ask the question again and they give an irritated tilt of their head, but you know the gears turning in their mind.”That’s actually a good question, Y/N. Would you still love me? How did I become a worm?” They end up derailing the conversation so far off track that you never actually end up with an answer.

Sasha comes rushing up to you all excited. “Babe, babe! You’d still love me if I was a worm, right?” You glance around at first because you’re so sure Connie and Jean are hiding nearby with cameras. “Hey!”, Sasha says impatiently. "What are you looking for? You would still love me, your favorite person in the world, if I was a worm, right?” A sigh runs free from your lips and you give her a somewhat patronizing pat on the head. “Sure, Sasha. I’d put you in a little jar of dirt and put you in my room to keep me company.” Sasha engulfs you in a hug. You’re still confused at her question, but you’re glad she’s pleased with your response nonetheless. 

You and Mikasa are on a walk through the park that afternoon. Your fingers are laced together and you’re blissfully enjoying the warmth of the sun when Mikasa speaks. It was so quiet you didn’t hear it, and you ask her to repeat herself. “Could you still love me if I was a worm?” You look over at her, but she’s staring at a nearby flowerbed filled with daisies and sunflowers. “Absolutely, Miki. I’d keep you in a small tic-tac box filled w soil and carry you around in my pocket. Imagine how jealous my friends would be when I pull out my worm-friend.” Mikasa looks at you now, a skeptical look in her dark eyes with a smile plastered on her face. “That was fast. How long have you been thinking about this?” You both start cracking up and continue your walk.

Annie’s working out in the living room while you sit on the couch and browse social media. You’d been meaning to ask the question for a week now, but you always got distracted and would end up forgetting. “Annii~ee, would you still love me if I was a worm?” She has earbuds in and remains lifting the small weights, so you assume she hasn’t heard you. Annie’s close enough for you to nudge with your foot, and you give her thigh a delicate poke. She stops to look at you, and before you can repeat your question she interrupts, “That’s a stupid question, I’m not answering that.” You kneel down next to her on the floor.”It’s not stupid, Annie! I would love you if you became a worm!” She gives you a deadpan look before continuing her workout routine. “That’s your problem. I’d just put you in the dirt outside and you can do what you want.” You give her a playful smack in the arm and the corners of her lips turn up into a smile.

Historia is cooking a quick lunch for you two in the kitchen when you come and sit down at the table. “Would you still love me if I was a worm?” Her answer is immediate. “That’s a strange question, but of course! I could you out back in the garden where you could have some freedom, and I’d sit and talk to you all day so you wouldn’t feel lonely.” She finishes up at the stove and faces you, leaning back on the counter. “What about you? You’d still love me too, right?” You’re gaping at her quick and loving response. She giggles and turns back to grab plates for you guys. “I’ll take that as a yes.” 

[eunivrse]

ASMR (II) friends with benefits

# multi. aot characters / reader

─ you’d think crossing paths with the person who owns the voice you fuck yourself to almost every night would nearly be impossible, but then again, life is full of surprises.

chapter summary: is it actually who you think it is? or were you just so incredibly horny that you mistook his voice for the man you finger yourself to every night?

content warning: a lot of nsfw, slight slapping, a little degradation (also aruani sex scene so if u don’t like aruani leave now)

word count: 3.6k

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Armin Arlert.

You don’t know him, but you’ve heard enough about him.

Vice captain of the tennis team and the president of the medical club. A model student, everyone loves him. You understand why Annie referred to him as ‘pretentious’, it’s not too far-fetched since he seems to maintain his image by pleasing everyone around him.

‘Innocent facade’, what are you hiding under that pure grin of yours, Arlert?

You’ve had thoughts about him being cute, but this? There’s just no way. He’s way too busy of an individual to even have enough time to jerk off, much less to record, edit and upload it. Not only that, he just doesn’t seem like the type to say those nasty, degrading words like in the audios.

Assuming that he is Euphoria, if word spreads, his reputation will definitely be tarnished school and career-wise. He has a reputation to hold up, knowing how he is alone will catch a lot of people off guard.

He could very well just sound similar, or he’s trying to copy the real one because the ladies seem to find it hot especially as of late, but you’ve listened to hours worth of his audios.

It’s him, at least you’re sure he is.

Armin is the one behind that black screen.

Half your face is squished on the wall, trying to listen for more. You were half awake earlier, but now it’s as if you’re sober, your heart is beating rapidly.

“Hm? Just say what you want, and I might just give it to you.” His voice sounded faint, but then followed by Annie’s loud moan.

You don’t think they know you’re inside the apartment considering how shamelessly generous they’re being with the lewd noises, so you take that to your advantage and decide to keep yourself quiet.

“More- god— more please.” Lord, you’ve never heard Annie in such a vulnerable spot, but then again, knowing what that voice is capable of, it can get anyone begging for him.

“Please? Didn’t think you were this easy, doll.” You wish you could hear him clearer, he sounds even sexier live.

“Sh-shut up. I let you take charge for once and you’re suddenly so full of yourself.”

You’ve heard from Bertholdt that she’s been with him more often than usual, and you didn’t notice it before, but now you’re realizing it. You were so caught up in your own problems, you shrugged it off everytime Annie would say she’s studying with Armin because she’s “required to,” instead of taking up the offer of going out to dinner with you.

For someone who’s talked about how much she hated his guts, she kept herself close to him. You felt dumb for being unaware of that fact.

You couldn’t hear anything for a while, their voices were low and mumbly. It wasn’t until you heard both their loud moans bouncing off the wall that you found yourself almost jealous, in a way.

Annie is fucking Euphoria (potentially).

“More… please, more, more.” She grunts followed by a rasped scream.

“Greedy girl. ‘Wish I could see your face right now, but you probably like getting your hair pulled like this, huh?” From the sounds of it, it seems like he’s fucking her from behind with his hand tangled in her hair to make her back arch.

“Yes, please, please.” The skin smacking was at an efficient speed, it sounds like she’s getting the best from the best.

“Awh? Gonna cum, baby?” It was getting harder for you to hear what they’re saying because of the slap sounds, the mattress spring, and their heavy breathing. It wasn’t until Armin’s lustful groan that it stopped.

“Fuck. You’re gonna pay for that.” She sighs and from what you can hear, one of them is getting dressed again by the belt buckle noises. You heard her bedroom door open and so you tip-toed your way to yours and opened it just slightly so you can see where they’re going.

Annie opened the front door with Armin walking outside and facing her. She had nothing on but a towel wrapped around her.

It was dark outside, so you couldn’t see him that well besides the dim light in the living room illuminating his body.

“‘Course, it’s part of the deal after all, right?” His voice was the same lively voice everyone knows him by. You would never assume it’s him doing all those audios if you didn’t hear Annie first hand scream his name earlier.

A deal?

“Right.” She nods and he pushes the back of her head to his chest, her face snuggled on it.

“You’re pretty good at acting, I'm impressed.” He says, with no further context.

“Could say the same about you, gross fuck.” She pushes him off and they both start to laugh.

They were mumbling something to each other and it was until Armin waved at her goodbye that she closed the front door and went back to her room, not noticing how you’re peeking from your own door.

You went to sleep, absolutely astonished, but you didn’t have any more willpower to dissect what you just heard.

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Classes are done and you were so ready to take a nap. Everything that happened that night a few days ago was blurry in your memory, but you remember the main parts of it all.

Armin Arlert, Euphoria and Annie’s deal with him.

You have so many questions, but no one to answer them for you. If you ask Annie, she most likely will keep her mouth shut. Plus, you’ll have the out yourself for listening in on their personal matters and for being into porn audios in general.

On the other hand, asking Armin isn’t nearly part of your equation.

Even if he is Euphoria, that didn’t stop you from listening to the audios. Though, it was a little weird since you couldn’t stop thinking about Armin everytime you tuned in.

It’s not like you aren’t attracted to him, the man is pretty to say the least. Golden, fluffy hair that bounces gracefully as he hits the ball with his shiny blue racket, toned arms that usually aren't visible unless he’s on tournaments — in which otherwise he clads himself in oversized clothing — and those gorgeous Sapphire eyes.

He isn’t well known for his looks per se, but you find yourself staring at him more often than you do with Eren.

You’ve exchanged greetings with him a few times in the past, but nothing more than that. He’s someone your friend is apparently now romantically related with, so you’d like to be out of her way as much as possible, but you can’t help but think. What if, just what if you can get Euphoria in your bedroom.

You want to get his attention without hurting anyone else in the process, but how?

Not only is he Connie’s friend, but Annie is deeply involved with him.

Speaking of, just as you were about to walk out of the building, a hand squeezed the back of your neck from behind. You turned around to see Eren.

“Hey!” You give him a friendly wave and he saunters his way next to you as you both exit the building, the smell of the oak and fresh grass sinking into your system.

“How are you?” He looks to the side to face you eye to eye.

“Good, good. Do you need something?” You ask politely, slightly suspicious of his intentions. You dug yourself a hole by implying you were interested in him the other night when it was really just out of the spur of the moment. You needed someone to talk to and it just so happens Eren was there for you.

“Nothing, just being nice and wanting to greet a friend.” His tone seemed genuine, so you let your guard down a little.

“Ah. Okay, Eren-“

“Don’t worry about it. I thought about it too and figured it wouldn’t have been a good idea.” He sighs, hands behind his head while he blows a bubble from his gum.

“Hm. Is that what you followed me here for then?” You tease, your elbow nudging his arm.

“Follow you? I just happened to see you here, dumbass. I was gonna text you if I didn’t see you.” He scoffs, his hand making its way on the top of your head in a friendly manner.

“Awh, how nice of you.” You roll your eyes, on your way to the campus convenience store to pick up a quick snack before coming back to the apartment.

It was quiet for a few seconds, but it wasn’t awkward at all, probably because both of you are on your phones.

It wasn’t until the question popped in your mind and you didn’t think long enough to decide whether or not it’s a good idea to ask Eren about it.

“Hey, does Armin own a YouTube channel perhaps?” Stupid. It was a dumb question.

“Huh?? I don’t think so. Why do you ask?” You didn’t know why you asked in the first place. Everything about Euphoria is confidential, no one has ever been able to track his voice to his face. How would someone like Eren know?

Or rather, why would Eren tell you even if he does know?

“Nothing. ‘Thought he looked similar to someone I saw there.” You lie. He was barely paying attention to you as he seemed to be messaging someone.

“Oh- well, it was nice talking to ya, we should hang more. If you wanna link, just hit me up.” He gives your shoulder a sportish slap before walking away from you.

You sigh through your nose, disappointed that Eren wasn’t much help. Armin being him in general is a long shot. It might not even be him, but still. You’re not going to let that idea go until there’s solid proof that it’s not him.

It’s just the idea that out of the billions of people in this world, Euphoria himself might be studying in the same campus as you. That thought alone drives you nuts.

And you might not think so, but you’re pretty. It’s not just Eren and Connie, but a lot of people you’re involved with have had their eyes on you at one point.

It’s a shame, really. You’ve spent most your nights the past month flicking the fuck out of your clit with your own finger while listening to some stranger online who beats off for money, rather than someone doing it for you.

But for some reason, a man whose face you’ve never even seen can make you cum faster and harder than anyone you’ve had sex with.

As you made your way to the store, a fist bonked you on the head.

“Connie.” You laugh, immediately sensing his way of greeting. His playful hitting is something you’ve missed the past month. You consider him a good friend, that’s why rejecting him was a difficult decision for you.

“What’s up? Haven’t talked to you since-“

“Last month.” You giggle, finishing the rest of his sentence.

“Yep…” He sighs as he follows you to the store. You were kinda glad he hasn’t shown any signs of hard feelings so far. It’s not like you left off on a bad note, it just became awkward after you turned him down.

“So are you and Eren, you know…” He brings up as you go on the snack aisle.

“Oh- no, no!! It wasn’t like that- well, I mean- ugh. I turned him down actually.” You stutter, surprised that he’s aware of you and Eren’s impulse interaction.

“Eren? You turned down Eren?! You’re insane, woman.” He put his hand against his chest and pretended to gasp. In contrast to Armin’s image, Eren is more confident— almost arrogant in a way which is something you aren’t too fond of. Connie’s personality is similar, except that he’s joking 99% of the time.

”Why does it matter?” You snicker as you pick up your favorite bag of chips.

“If I were you, I would’ve slept with him either way.”

“Connie-“ You cover your mouth with your palm, trying to hide your laughter.

“What? I’d smash too if I got the chance. I wanna see why those girls keep coming back to him, y’know?” He kept a straight face but then hollered in laughter. Good thing there were no people around, Connie’s chuckle sounded like an ill duck.

“No, but seriously. It just didn’t feel right. He agreed with me, so it’s no hard feelings.” You shrug.

“Hm, that’s fair, but if this is about what I said last month, then really. It’s fine. We were never exclusive anyways.” He smiles. He’s too nice, it’s making you wonder why you even rejected him in the first place.

But both you and Connie know the main reason. You’re paranoid that if ever you do end up dating him and you somehow break up, you don’t know what that’ll do to your friendship.

You’d let him fuck you senseless since that’s how everything started with him anyways, but romance? That’ll just cause more drama than necessary.

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Well, damn it all.

“Your pussy still feels good as ever, so fuckin warm and nice for me.” Connie groans with one of his hands over your mouth and his other pulling your wrist behind as he pounded from the back.

As opposed to Connie outside of bed, his words during sex are vile, but it’s almost endearing in a way.

It happened out of the blue. He walked you all the way to your apartment after you bought your snack, and you accidentally kissed him goodbye, due to habit. It was a kiss longer than necessary and before you knew it, you had your clothes off and naked bodies both on the bed.

You were nervous about this being an implication that you were interested in him in that way, but he ensured that he’s over you and just wanted things to go back to normal.

And being back to normal for both of you means mindless fucking whenever either of you feel like it.

Friends with benefits, in other words.

Of course, he might’ve just said those words to get into your pants, but it’s Connie. He doesn’t lie when it comes to your feelings. He knows why you had to do what you did, and he understands that. The only reason you had a slight fallout with him was because you wanted to avoid the awkwardness.

Which you now realize that you shouldn’t have worried about in the first place.

“Feel s’good-“ You drool on his palm.

You’re getting good dick, and yet you couldn’t stop thinking about Euphoria. You were imagining that his cock is the one impaling in you, that it’s him saying how good your cunt feels.

The disgusting words escaping his mouth while he slaps his hips against yours, praising you for being an obedient slut, or the pitiful strings of plea he cries while you’re on top of him, his warm hands on your waist, squeezing on it as he begs you to let him cum.

Your filthiest imaginations are based straight off the audios, the mystery man has you completely wrapped around his finger.

Your reasoning as to why audios are better than standard porn is because you hate the idea of fingering yourself to random faces, as opposed to audios where you can imagine the voice with whoever you want to.

Though, partly why you consented with having sex with Connie is because you wanted to clear your mind about him.

Euphoria has destroyed you. Again, everything about him is unknown. No name, no face whatsoever, excluding the assumption that it’s Armin. You’re still trying to process what you heard the other day, it’s so surreal.

Is it really Armin?

Or were you just so wasted that night that you deluded yourself into thinking he was Euphoria?

Connie lets go of your mouth and grabs your hips to ram himself deeper, your walls squeezing around his cock.

“Is Annie home?” He slowed his pace down, but his thrust was still deep and impactful. The sloppy sound of your cunt slapping against Connie’s girth is so exciting to him. It boosts his ego knowing that someone is this wet for him.

Little did he know that you were in your own world the whole time. No amount of pussy or dick has ever made you as soaked as you are when you listen to the man behind the black screen.

“N-no, she doesn’t go home until nine.” You whimper, your mouth wide open in hopes that it would prevent you from screeching.

The hand that was originally over your mouth slapped you on your breast, so he could squeeze it, his thumb and his index finger pinching on the nipple ever so slightly. He was slathering your drool all over your chest and it was getting harder for you to sit upright the more he thrust himself in you.

“Connie- goddamn-“ You huff, both your hands planted on the mattress while you faced the headboard.

Connie’s moans were sensual, sultry and comforting. It feels natural, you’ve never had an awkward experience with him in terms of sex. He’s all for communication, the last thing he wants is for you to be unsettled when you’re with him.

“Fuck, jesus fuck. It’s so hard to keep you quiet when you sound so good like this.” He groans, his free palm slapping against the skin of your ass, making you let out a cry in response.

Those words of his struck an idea in you.

Nonetheless, you didn’t have time to think as you felt your abdominal area tighten, then after a loud moan of his name, you came around his condom.

“So damn pretty.” He sighs as he releases, his lips collapsing on your neck as he gives you soft nibbles without pulling out.

He slowly slid himself out, then tossed the latex in your trash can. You got up to do your business in the restroom, then you see Connie picking his clothes back up. His body has a beautiful tan, toned back and subtle abs on his chest.

“Um… Connie.”

“Yeah?” He grabs his shirt from the ground and puts it back on.

“Do you know who Euphoria is?” You sit next to him, your body still bare.

“The guy who beats off on YouTube? Heard about him from Sasha. Her and Hitch go crazy over him, I swear.” He groans in disappointment.

“What’s your opinion on him?” You aren’t sure why you’re asking Connie about this, but the more you think about it, the more you decide that he’s the only person you feel comfortable enough asking this question to.

Pieck has a huge mouth, she can never keep anything to herself as much as you love her. Porco, Reiner, and Bertholdt most likely don’t give one shit about this, and Annie is on her own island most of the time, she’ll make fun of you for even asking.

As much as Connie teases you, he knows how to keep to himself. He has a lot of secrets in his hair too, ironically enough. One being that he regularly eats Sasha’s imported stash of chocolate, sweets exclusive to other countries. There was this one time Connie slept over at your place and you ended up sharing your deepest secrets all night.

You aren’t that close with Sasha, but you’ve hung out with Connie enough to know something about her: that particular stash of chocolate is something she values more than friendship.

“It’s weird, but the man is probably loaded. I’d moan for money too if I had his voice.” He laughs, not thinking much of your odd questions.

In the heat of it all, you considered for a split second on making your own channel to get Euphoria's attention, but that's definitely out of the radar now, knowing that there's a plethora of content much like his and you'd only be wasting time in even trying to outdo him.

Regardless, you were nothing but a mere fan before, but if there's a chance that he goes to the same university as you, then you'd do whatever you can for him to notice you. To notice at least your voice.

“I’m hungry.” Connie jumps up, stretches his arms out, and tilts his neck sideways to crack it, snapping you out of your thoughts.

Lucky for you, Connie isn’t the type to ask for elaboration, so your suspicious questions didn’t seem to faze him all that much.

However, feeling horrible for the man in front of you that actually cares, you decide to ask him out to get your mind off things. “It’s only 6 pm, wanna eat out?” You stand up to open your drawer so you can take some clothes out to wear.

“Only if you’re paying.” He teases.

“It’s not a date, pay your own, ugly.”

After bickering for 5 minutes, you finally agreed to his request of going to a tex-mex place.

As you and Connie walked out of your apartment, your phone got a notification.

Patreon

🆕 euphoria just posted “guided audio; special guest feature.”

hope you enjoy, beautiful.

© EUNIVRSE 2022

[hattiewritesalot]

~Anytime, sweetheart~

Johanna Mason x fem!reader

Summary: While hiding out in District 13, Johanna meets her polar opposite: (Y/N) Mellark. Peeta's older sister.

Warnings: talk about murder, Peeta being mentally unstable, Johanna basically getting over her morphine addiction, what do you expect this is The Hunger Games

A/N: This is (once again) a request from my sibling. This is set just after Johanna, Peeta and Annie get rescued, and Finnick and Prim survive <3

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'Johanna Mason. Pleasure to meet you.'

Despite the grin on her face and lack of malice in the words she spoke, the woman in front of you frightened you. More than Snow did, more than anybody did.

You had heard the stories, how could you not have? She was an idol, her survival in The Hunger Games making her appealing to all. You remembered watching her game, watching her every move.

You thought she was amazing; smart, sly and utterly, utterly gorgeous. Perhaps that's what scared you the most.

'(Y/N), Miss Mason, (Y/N) Mellark.'

'Ah, so you're the (Y/N) Peeta never seemed to shut up about.'

A blush took over your face, its warmth creeping down your neck.

'I suppose so.'

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You thought you were scared of Johanna, but the two of you had a long conversation, seemingly agreeing on everything. It was strange, how well you had bonded in the span of ten minutes, but even then you felt like you'd known her for years.

Johanna was easy-going, she didn't care that you were nervous, didn't care how shy you were. For her, it was like a breath of fresh air into her smoke-filled lungs.

You could've continued talking for hours, days even, but you were interrupted by your close friend Finnick. You two had gotten along well during your shared time at District 13.

'Hey Jo, how's it going?'

She rolled her eyes and gestured to her shaved head.

'What does it look like, dumbass?'

Finnick smiled and let out a small laugh, before turning to you, his face suddenly turning serious.

'Peeta's awake.'

Your heart came to a halt, the world around you seemed to spin, and you didn't know whether you were going to vomit or pass out. Your little brother, your everything, tortured for weeks on end, finally safe.

You took a deep breath, placing a hand on the medical cabinet to keep yourself upright, and fiddled with your ponytail with the other.

'Alright, thanks for letting me know, am I allowed to see him?'

'You can see him, but don't get too close. Coin fears he's still too unstable, after all, we all know what he did to Katniss.'

You cringed, remembering the girl's bloodshot eyes and bruised neck better than you wanted to.

Finnick walked away then, giving you no chance to respond.

'You okay?'

Johanna's voice and almost gentle tone caught you off guard, but you managed to stand up straight and give an affirmative answer.

'Yes, thank you, and thank you for this conversation. It has been a rather pleasant experience.'

'Pleasure's all mine.'

She smiled at you again, sending a dozen fireworks flying through your heart.

'I hope we can speak again sometime.' You said, walking away in Finnick's direction.

'Anytime, sweetheart!'

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Peeta was getting better, and so was your friendship with Johanna. She never judged you or made fun of you, she barely even teased you like she did with everybody else. However, some aspects of your friendship with her felt like something more.

One night, in particular, caught you off guard.

You were walking around District 13, unable to sleep and hoping to spark a conversation with Johanna, when you noticed her sitting upright on the medical bed.

You walked quietly towards her, and began speaking, before you were cut off by Johanna's arms around your waist.

'(Y/N), oh my dearest (Y/N), have I ever told you how much I love you?'

You froze, a flush creeping up your neck.

'Because I really really love you.'

Noticing the morphine pouches on the bedside table, you sighed.

'Jo, you're high'

'That doesn't stop me from loving you. C'mere.'

She tugged on your arm and you fell on the bed with her, lying next to her as she continued.

'Y'know, when I kill Snow, me and you are getting married.'

The redness had made its way onto your face by now at her words.

'You don't really have a choice. We're getting married. And nobody can stop us.'

'Well,' You began, unsure of how to continue, 'I will certainly be happy if we married.'

What was that!? Johanna was intoxicated, clearly, and you thought it was okay to pour out your heart to her?

'So will you be happy when I do this?'

She asked, before grabbing the collar of your shirt and kissing you.

Ah, so it was okay to pour your heart out to her.

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The kiss ended quicker than you wanted it to, and you let out a small laugh before resting your head on the bed's pillows.

'Yes, I will certainly be very happy when you do that.'

'Anytime, sweetheart.'

That phrase again, except this time it held so much more feeling and emotion behind it.

'Let's get some sleep.' She said abruptly, pulling the thin covers over the two of you.

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Despite feeling absolutely terrible the next morning, Johanna couldn't help but feel her heart melt at the sight of you sleeping beside her, hair messy and softly breathing.

No, she didn't know how life was going to work out for her. But with you, it seemed to get a whole lot better.

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[greatwesternway]

For Reasons, @littlewestern and I needed to compile a list of canon train opinions on singing. This is not exhaustive, as we haven't watched a lot of the more unfortunate era of the show and haven't caught every reference to it in the books. It also takes liberties with deciding whether particular songs in the movies are diegetic or not.

Thomas: Sings songs with Annie and Clarabel while working (Thomas and the Guard).

Annie and Clarabel: See above.

Edward: Finds other people's singing amusing but does not join in (P.A. Problems).

Gordon: Does not like to sing as a performance, but will if Sir Topham Hatt wants him to (Journey Beyond Sodor). Does sing a bit to himself as he's being streamlined though (The Great Race).

James: Yes, if the song is about how splendid he is (Journey Beyond Sodor).

Percy: Sings, but off key (Bluebells of England).

Troublesome Trucks: Abso-fkn-lutely, especially if they can figure out derisive lyrics to the tune of Pop Goes the Weasel (Pop Goes the Diesel, Toad Stands By).

Duck: disapproves (Toad and the Whale), but has been seen to hum to himself when coasting down hills alone (A Close Shave).

Donald: insisted with his brother on leading a round of Auld Lang Syne for Stepney's departure (Bowled Out).

Douglas: Stated to know at least some Scottish songs and criticized Percy's singing (Bluebells of England).

Oliver: Finds it silly, but doesn't disapprove exactly. Also doesn't participate and does tire of it after a while (Toad and the Whale). Did, however, sing a bit to tease his coaches when he was going through his smug asshole phase (Resource and Sagacity).

Nia: Sings to pass time on long routes (Big World, Big Adventures).

Not So Troublesome African Trucks: Yes, to pass the time and they collectively know songs that aren't Pop Goes the Weasel (Big World, Big Adventures).

Rebecca: Sings along with her Troublesome Trucks, to their confusion and dismay (Chucklesome Trucks).

Salty: Sings sea shanties, even in his sleep (A Shed for Edward).

Porter: Cannot go to sleep without Salty's sleep shanties (A Shed for Edward), will sing along if awake (Thomas the Quarry Engine).

Cranky: Will sing along if others are singing (Thomas the Quarry Engine).

Toad: Fuckin' LOVES singing, especially if by the seaside (Toad and the Whale).

Daisy: Approves of singing, but only if you do it right. No silly lyrics (Daisy's Perfect Christmas).

Mavis: Knows at least one song and is willing to sing it, the same song everyone knows about being by the seaside (Thomas the Quarry Engine).

Peter Sam: Yes, until he gets bummed out by the prospect of his railway being sold (Little Old Twins).

Sir Handel: Yes, in a Troublesome Truck fashion, to rag on his bro (Special Funnel).

Duncan: NO. Fucking hates singing and music (Faulty Whistles, Duncan the Humbug). However, he is a good sport and participates by blowing his whistle along with the other Skarloey Railway engines during the cleaners' All-metal Band that comes to play for Skarloey and Rheneas' 100th birthday (Duck and Dukes).

Diesel: Maybe? He's got a penchant for showmanship, but hard to say about singing specifically.

Bill and Ben: Yes, to tease other engines (Rosie is Red).

Sidney: Yes, to (attempt to) remember his assignments (Sidney Sings).

Skiff: Maybe? He sings a little to remind Captain John that they gotta fuck off before dawn (Sodor's Legend of the Lost Treasure).

Ashima: Hums at the coal hopper (The Great Race).

Frankie and Hurricane: Yes, to lure unsuspecting engines with the siren song of steelworking! (Journey Beyond Sodor)

[awhiskeyriver]

Hi, hope you are doing well 💕 Love your writing. Was wondering if we can get another sss for The Tutor if possible? If not, that's totally fine too!

Hi lovely! I have been well just very busy and time has slipped away so fast! Yes, here is another snippet. I promise I am still working on getting the chapter out! A longer sneak peak for your patience....

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“So...Ms. Annie. Have any plans this afternoon?”

“Is this you cashing in whatever favor it is you think I owe you?” I asked, quirking a brow.

“No, I’m still thinking about that. This is just me making friendly conversation.”

“That’s too bad,” I tisked, startled a little by my blatant flirting. Why was I flirting with Finnick Odair? Since when did I flirt with anyone, let alone him? 

“Is it?”

I smirked before hoisting my bag higher up on my shoulder.

“I don’t have anything extraordinary planned. Just stopping by the farmers market on my way back to the dorms. I’ll probably spend the evening in the library.”

“No parties?”

“No,” I laughed, tucking back a loose piece of hair.

“What’s so funny?” he asked, lopsided grin on his face.

“The idea of me at a party, that’s what.” The idea of me being invited to a party…

“Yeah,” he agreed, running a hand long the length of his backpack strap. “I’m not a big fan of the whole party scene either.”

“Liar.”

“I’m not lying,” he said, crossing an X over his chest.

I snorted with a roll of my eyes.

“Right. That’s why you’re out every weekend, hmm? Your friends gag and chain you.”

“My friends wish they were that kinky.”

I felt my cheeks sting at his comment and stared hard at the ground. 

“I go because it’s something to do…and kind of expected of me. But if I’m being honest I’d rather just chill at home and watch a movie or something.”

“That’s surprising.”

“Is it?”

“Well, yeah. You’re on the football team.” And gorgeous. “The two kind of go hand-in-hand. I just figured you were the kind of person who was the life of the party around campus.”

“Don’t get me wrong, parties are great. It’s always fun to unwind after a stressful week…but at some point it’s not worth it to have to run the extra drills to burn off calories from drinking. And 7am Saturday practice is far more brutal hungover.”

“7am practice?”

“Every week.”

“And you chose to come here on your time off?” I asked, somewhat surprised. Finnick looked unfazed.

“I said I would.”

“Yeah, but why?” Why on earth would he choose to spend his Saturday afternoon during break with me and a bunch of little ballerinas?

Finnick shrugged, looking caught off guard for once in his life.

“Beats doubling up lessons in a few weeks on spring training starts. Besides, the more work I put in now, the better. I want to be able to start next season.”

    There wasn’t much to add, so instead I nodded awkwardly in silent understanding. Finnick shifted on his feet before clearing his throat.

    “So…need a strong stud to carry around any bags for you? Sample the local cuisine? Haggle prices? I could use a few things myself.”

    “Like what? Don’t enjoy what your private chef has whipped up on the menu tonight?”

    “Private chef?” he chuckled. “I’m cool, but not that cool. Closest thing we have to a private chef in our house is Peeta. There’s nothing he makes that I don’t like.”

    I laughed despite myself, an action which didn’t escape Finnick’s notice. His smile increased, almost proud.

    “So, the market then?”

[monstas1ut2]

2/3 Eren Yeager (Smut Warning!)

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

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

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

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

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

"What did she do now?!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Eren-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah but my car is a Mitsubishi.."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fine ass..

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

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

"(Y/n)!"

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

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

Now that's nasty..

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ

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

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

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

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

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

"N-No.."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"A-Ahgh..."

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

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

"I-it's your pussy Eren~"

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

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

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

It was like he was fucking a goddess...

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

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

He wasn't playing either...

(๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ Masterlist 2

[bruhstories]

You Truly are Beautiful when You Cry

Summary: Y/N leaves a party only to find Eren in front of her apartment. Shit happens. Pairing: Eren Jaeger x Fem!Reader, mentioned Eren x Mikasa (modern AU) Warnings: language, mentions of loss of virginity, unprotected sex, fingering, oral sex (male receiving), masochist!Reader, toxic and dominant Eren, sadist!Eren, face slapping, mentions of blood, mention of toxic relationships, dacryphillia — Eren’s nuts, just fiy Word Count: 2.5 k

A/N: I just wanna say, I have absolutely nothing against Mikasa, I like her a lot, but for the purpose of this fic, Y/N hates her. Also, shameless smut y’all. I feel like this needs a part two  — who knows, maybe one day.

You and Eren have been friends since childhood — not inseparable, like he was with Mikasa and Armin, but good friends nonetheless. It came as a shock to you when him and Mikasa started dating, almost feeling disgusted, considering they were practically siblings. You tried your best to be supportive of their relationship, but Eren knew you too well for your own good, and sometimes you had to swallow down the vomit when you saw them together. It was even more shocking when you left Connie's party and found Eren on the stairs leading up to your apartment. He had a blank stare, not a single hint of emotion behind his emerald eyes, his lips pursed and waiting for you. You almost didn't recognise him in the dim light, his bun dishevelled, locks of hair covering his face.

"Jaeger? Is that you?" You asked, keys between your fingers, ready to hit.

"In the flesh, Y/L/N." He replied, his voice empty. You two had a habit of calling each other by your last names ever since you met in kindergarten. You lowered your hand and rushed to him, wondering if something happened tonight.

"Are you okay? You disappeared from the party all of a sudden. Armin was worried sick-"

"We broke up." The words caught you off guard, but in a sick twist of events, you were happy to hear that. In a way, you knew their relationship was doomed from the very beginning, surprised that it even lasted three full years.

"Shit." You chewed your lip in the darkness of the hallway. "Come on, let's go inside, you can tell me everything."

Eren looked at the hand you extended and gripped it tightly, helping himself up. The two of you had an odd friendship, to say the least. Before Mikasa, Eren would tease you, sexual innuendos all over the place, he'd seen you naked countless times, you caught him jacking off once. You both lost your virginities to one another, no strings attached. But you did get attached. You got so attached when him and Mikasa started dating and the rotten feeling ate you from the inside out.

You flipped the switch inside your flat and threw your backpack on a chair, along with your jacket. Eren kicked his boots off and threw himself on the couch with a growl while you pulled out a bottle of vodka from the fridge. He always acted like your apartment was his.

"Food?"

"No."

"Alright. Now tell me, what happened?" You asked, seating beside him and passing him the alcoholic beverage. He took a sip to wet his dry throat and threw his head back.

"We went in a room at Connie's. I wanted to tie her up with that stupid scarf she keeps wearing — my scarf — and she kept saying no." Eren explained before taking a few more sips. You nodded, eager to hear the rest of the story and trying your best to contain your giddiness. "I didn't force her or anything. She started spewing shit about how I changed, how I'm always angry and aggressive, how we don’t make love anymore. How I'm not the pure, innocent boy she fell in love with." He practically mocked the sentence. "And then that was it. Said we aren't compatible anymore and that she wants out of this 'toxic' relationship." Eren gestured quotation marks in the air while you took the bottle and downed some vodka yourself.

"Man, I'm really sorry to hear this." You lied. The sound of his dark laughter sent shivers down your spine, the little hair on your arms and the back of your neck standing up. "Something funny, Jaeger?"

"You're such a terrible liar, Y/N." Eren slightly turned his head to look you in the eye. Your own name rolling down his tongue sounded so natural, so perfect. You tried to speak, but the words stopped in your throat when he moved closer, his figure hovering above your petite frame. "What, you think I didn't know?"

"K-know what?" You finally managed, a short-circuit in your brain.

"That you're so obviously in love with me." Eren flashed you a sneer.

"Am not—" slap

His palm met your cheek, hard enough to flush it crimson, but not hard enough to hurt. Mouth agape, you just couldn't respond. For three long years you waited for this man to come to his senses and realise how much you truly loved him, how much you devoted yourself to him, how much you support him. Not Mikasa, you.

"You don't have to hide anymore, Y/N." Eren kissed your forehead and you were putty in his hands. "I know you’ve loved me since we first fucked. I know how much you yearn for me to fuck you again."

"You're delusional!" You finally told him, despite how correct he was.

"Prove me wrong then. Go on, yell at me, shove me. Do it." But you couldn't do it, could you? Your luscious lips parted open, then they closed. "That's what I thought." He crushed his lips onto yours in a sloppy, wet kiss, your hands tangling in his messy hair, the bun long gone. Eren's calloused hands snaked around your waist and under your shirt and, in a moment of clarity, you stopped him.

"W-wait, you two just broke up! I don't want to be your rebound—"

"Who said anything about that?"

"Are you insane? You loved her!"

"Have I?"

The simple question made you realise that Mikasa bight have been right all along. That something was indeed wrong with Eren. The lack of empathy and emotion, the aggressive behaviour, the manipulation. Yet, it didn't bother you, because he came to you specifically. He could've hooked up with any other girl from the party, but he wanted you.

"Don't spoil the moment, Y/N. I might change my mind."

"No, please!" The words came out of your mouth without a warning, strengthening the fact that you were completely and hopelessly desperate.

"Perfect." Eren purred in your ear. That was all he needed to hear before his shirt was on the floor and his hands on your thighs. You tentatively pulled your skirt up, spreading your legs for him, just for him. "Good slut."

The degrading praise earned him a mewl from you, your hips thrusting into his touch, wanting more. Eren didn't waste any more time, and his fingers rubbed your wet folds through the fabric of your thongs. Your muscles instinctively flexed at the touch, your body burning with need and lust. His other hand trailed off to find your perfectly soft, round breasts. Your own hands roamed through his black hair, fingers tangling in the locks as you merely whispered 'more', unable to speak louder.

"Tell me, have you been whoring around these last years?" Eren demanded, fingers pushing your panties to the side. It slightly bothered you how much he talked during this, but, as always, Jaeger got what he wanted.

"N-no..." You told him, quiet as a mouse, but he wouldn't have any of that. Like a maniac, he ripped the lace lingerie off of you, scratching your thighs in the process. You could feel the burning sensation in the markings he left.

"I told you, Y/N, no fucking lies. I wanna know every single man who's touched you."

"W-why? Why does it m-matter?" You stuttered, your eyes searching his. Why did it matter, though? It wasn't like he cared about who you fucked. Unless... unless he did care. And his relationship with Mikasa was nothing but a mistake on his part.

"Because," Eren oh so slowly caressed your folds with his long fingers, "you're mine. Always have been, always will be." He easily slipped his index finger inside of you. "And I won't fuck you unless you tell me who else you slept with."

"Ah– w-with Jean!"

"And?"

"And R-Reiner!" You whimpered, frantically fucking yourself with his hand. You were a sight for sore eyes, sprawled on the couch and longing for his touch.

"And?" The word accentuated so hard that you thought he was about to kill you on the spot.

"Fuck– P-Porco and Ah-Annie! I swear, that's it!" You promised, your breath hitching, heartbeat raising.

"One more thing, Y/N. Did you think of me while you fucked them?"

"Yes! Always! P-please, Eren, please fuck m-me! I'm begging you!"

The little plea seemed to satisfy Jaeger. Or so you thought, because he grabbed a fistful of your hair and dragged you all the way across the apartment to your bedroom, unbothered and unphased by you screaming how much it hurt. He threw you on the shaggy rug in your room, and as you scrambled to gain your composure, you heard Eren's belt hit the floor.

"You should be an expert in sucking cock by now. Prove me how much you want me." He commanded. His voice was low and dangerous, he didn't have to yell to make you scared shitless. Obediently and afraid, you crawled to the bed on all fours, removed your shirt and palmed his hot, hard member. It was already leaking precum, and so your tongue sensually licked the droplets, the saltiness mixed with the aftertaste of vodka in your mouth sending you in a frenzy. He scared you — no, he terrified you, but you couldn't deny you were enjoying this. Mikasa didn't like it rough? Fuck that, you would let Eren kill you if it pleased him. You swirled your tongue around the tip of his cock and worked your way down his shaft, guttural sounds coming from his throat. His hand found its way to your head, and he forcefully pushed it down, stuffing your mouth and throat with his (too) thick member. Tears from pleasure and pain pooled at your Y/E/C eyes and he held you there for a good ten seconds before releasing you.

"Did I make you cry?" Eren asked, his voice almost concerned.

"Mhm." You sobbed with a nod, and he once again grabbed you by the hair, pulled you up and bent you over the wooden bedframe. So much for concern.

"Good." Jaeger slapped your ass so hard you screeched and dug your fingernails in the wood. "Remember what I told you first time I saw you cry?" He asked before positioning himself at your entrance. You nodded — how could you forget? You were both 13 and you got a bad grade, crying your eyes out and thinking that was the end of the world. Normal people would have tried to comfort you and tell you to stop crying. But not Eren. He told you he's never seen anything more beautiful. That should've been a red flag. That should've been a sign to run. Instead, you kept crying as he told you he wanted to see more. A sadist from the very beginning, and you — nothing but a slave.

Eren's thrust woke you up from the distant memory and you arched your back in response. He stretched your walls and it felt like his cock was made for you.

"You don't happen to have any rope, do you?" He asked so nonchalantly.

"N-no-"

"'S alright, we'll just use my belt." Jaeger pulled out and a sense of emptiness filled you. He belonged inside of you — you knew that for a fact — he was meant to be with you. Eren cracked the belt and whipped it all over your exposed ass, your pain-filled scream bringing joy to his ears. You couldn’t see him, but you could feel his sadistic smile burning like the sun on your nape. Before you knew it, he had your wrists tied behind your back, the thin wooden frame pushing into your skin.

"Much better." He decided as he thrusted back inside. You whimpered, moaned, groaned, all sorts of sounds came out of you as his fingers dug into your flesh. As much as you wanted, you couldn't move, gravity pulling you down. You didn't know what hurt more: the bedframe sinking deeper into your abdomen, his deeper thrusts or the tight belt around your wrists. It was safe to say your knees were wobbly, and you could feel the climax getting closer. God, you were pathetic. He barely fucked you and yet you were done for.

"E-Eren! I'm c-coming!"

"I know." He told you absentmindedly, his hand moving from your hip in-between your thighs. "I want you to be good and cum, alright?"

"Yes! Oh, fuck!! Harder – faster!" You moaned as Eren rubbed your swollen clit. A wave of pleasure took over your entire body, your legs trembling as you came all over his cock. He didn't stop, despite you begging him you couldn't take it anymore, instead he kept fucking your numbing cunt, longing for release. It hurt like a bitch to feel his thrusts, and you really wanted him to pull out, but at the same time, you had to do it — for him.

"Whoever told you that you get to tell me when to stop?" Eren bent over and grabbed you by the neck, bringing you closer to him. The fingers around tour soft neck would definitely leave a mark next day. "I'm your god, Y/N!" He groaned in your ear with one final thrust. You both sighed as he pulled out, cum leaking from your folds. You were extremely thankful to be on the fucking pill. He untied your wrists and gathered his underwear and jeans from the floor.

When you noticed him getting dressed, anxiety seeped into your veins. Wasn't he going to stay over? At least for the night? Take a shower? Anything!

"You're leaving?" You asked him, surprising yourself with the condescending tone of your voice.

"Yes?" Eren retorted, baffled by the audacity of your question.

"B-but, where are you going??" Now you just sounded desperate. “We can stay in silenc—"

"To get back with Mikasa."

Your heart sank to your stomach. To do what? Mikasa? How could he do this to you? Shit, it would've been better if you were his rebound, but this? This hurt worse. Your entire body shivered, and not from your climax. You were trembling with anger, disappointment.

"N-no, you're not!" You ran to the front door, despite the pain in your abdomen caused by the wooden bedframe. "Eren, plase! She'll never love you like I do! Please don't go, I'm begging you!"

"Don't be pathetic, Y/N." He rolled his eyes. That stupid brain in your head made you fall down your knees in front of a fully dressed Eren, tears rolling down your cheeks and trying everything in your power to stall him from leaving. "You truly are beautiful when you cry." He pushed you with his leg and walked past you. You tried to grab his sleeve, his hand, anything, but it was too late.

When the door closed behind him, he didn't know what he'd created. There, on the floor, you swung your body back and forth, knees to your chin, makeup ruined, matted hair. Your fingernails clawed at the wood underneath you until the nail polish chipped and blood seeped at the tip of your fingers. Eren Jaeger broke you into a million pieces, he ripped your heart out of your chest and ate it. But it’s alright, you told yourself between indiscernible words. The only word that you could coherently say over and over again was revenge.

[dr4kenlvr]

as she walks by

pairing: pieck finger x fem!reader

genre: fluff

summary: in which pieck locks eyes with the most beautiful girl at the local coffee shop.

a/n: ahh so cute! this is my first pieck fic, so sorry if the ending feels rushed <3 my friend @moonyy-writes wanted to be tagged in this!

saturday afternoon. an expected day and time for the local coffee shop to be busy. despite its small size, the store was filled with lively customers- little groups buzzing with chatter, or lone customers quietly enjoying a latte paired with a pastry.

you have always loved this place, ever since your good friend, sasha, had first brought you here. 'their cinnamon rolls are to die for! i'm telling you, i fell in love!' she'd always say until you gave in to her pestering. after the first couple visits, you too, fell in love with the homey atmosphere of the place (the food was just a plus). eventually, you and sasha began to pull mikasa along to your frequent visits. she became quite fond of the food as well, always buying an extra cookie for eren.

this coffee shop quickly turned into the go-to place for any of your hangouts. the three of you would order your usual, sit down, and begin to chat. today was no different, except the appearance of a certain someone.

"man, is it hot today." reiner complained, swifting a quick hand through his blonde tufts. "if i'd known, i wouldn't have worn such a warm shirt." he laughed.

annie huffed in feigned pity, "poor you, if only you'd check the forecast before leaving today." she eyeballed reiner—who only laughed again—before someone caught her off guard with an arm around her shoulder.

"oh annie, don't be too harsh on reiner! i think he looks adorable in his cashmere sweater." said pieck reassuringly. although, she luckily had dressed perfectly for the weather. sporting a mid-length sunflower dress that swayed with every step she took, pieck felt great. she smiled. she had to agree though, it was scorching today. a nice refreshing drink sounded just like what she needed.

as if reiner had read her mind, he suggested that they make a stop at the coffee shop just down the block. "they sell cold drinks too, right?" he asked. pieck and annie nodded.

"let's go!" pieck declared cheerfully.

"and so i told him not to eat my leftover dinner! but guess what? he—"

"—he ate your dinner?"

"yes mikasa! can you believe him?"

you chuckled, taking a sip of your drink. "honestly, yeah. sounds like a connie thing to do." mikasa nodded feverishly in agreement.

sasha slouched in agony and shoved a mouthful of her croissant in her mouth. "so, anything interesting for the two of you this week?" she spoke with her mouth full.

mikasa's face piqued up, before she began talking about the books armin had lent her recently and how she was currently reading one called 'looker'. from fiction to non-fiction, to fantasy all the way to horror, armin had loaned it all. he was always the avid reader. you smiled at her, cheek resting in your palm as you added in a comment or two here and there.

although deeply absorbed in the conversation, a soft ring caught your attention. you recognized it as the sound that played whenever a customer entered the shop. out of harmless curiosity, you turned your head to catch a glimpse at who came in. first one to walk through was a tall, muscular man who seemed to be dying at the seams of his (expensive) sweater. right after him, entered a small women with an icy expression— quite a contrast to her soft blonde locks you thought. then came, her.

the air conditioning of the shop hit pieck like a brave gust of wind. she felt herself smile from the feeling as she followed annie and reiner to line up and order. as the two of them began chatting up and discussing what they'd order, pieck took the opportunity to observe the shop. she's never been here before, but from the looks of it alone, it seemed like a promising cafe. above her, hung low bulbs of light that gleamed and shimmered the place up with warm yellow light. the light basked her like a cozy blanket on a cool sunday evening. draped along the walls, were fake plants that fell just short of customer's heads. the place was quite full: families, couples, friends filled many tables. pieck glanced around for a free one that the three of them could occupy— when she locked eyes with you.

she's beautiful, you thought immediately. the grace that she carried when she walked in was unmatched to anyone you've seen before. the woman donned an a-line dress that stopped at her mid-leg and was littered in cute little sunflowers. it suited her well, and hugged at her figure amazingly. her hair was pitch black, and artfully stylized into a messy bun. you wondered what she'd look like with her hair down. you didn't mean to stare—truly, you didn't— but it was too late when she caught you looking.

pieck froze in her spot, she felt as if time literally had stopped. you were sitting at a table for four with two other women. but frankly, she could only pay attention to you. you seemed to have noticed her as well, a warm fuzz spread all over her body when she realized that you had already been looking at her. pieck smiled, a smile she hoped was inviting enough to say 'hello! i'm pieck, what's your name?'. to her surprise, you smiled back. and oh, was your smile just as pretty as you.

"pieck?" annie chimed. "we're next."

pieck fell out of her trance, blinking a couple times before nodding and proceeding ahead to the front.

"helloooo? earth to y/n? you there boo?"

you jolted, turning around at sasha's calls. "huh? sorry," you coughed all red and blushy. "what's up?"

"don't 'what's up' me when you were clearly oogling over a stranger." she snarked back, eyebrows wiggling in a teasing manner. mikasa chuckled behind her cookie. you opened your mouth to protest, but no words came out. instead you slouched against your seat in defeat which made sasha and mikasa burst out in laughter.

"say, reiner," pieck nudged. "can we sit over by that corner?"

reiner obliviously glances over and spots the open table, "sure, any reason why?"

"god, you really are dense reiner," annie chimed with a smirk, "pieck only wants to sit there so she can continue gawking at that girl with her back towards us."

pieck grinned ear to ear, "oh annie, your observant skills never fail to impress me!" reiner simply chuckled as he grabbed the drinks and made his way over to the table.

pieck walked over, arm stretched out and all giddy, "hi! i'm pieck. my friends and i were wondering if we could sit next to you?" the girl, who you now know was pieck, was standing directly right in front of you.

you could practically feel sasha and mikasa's eyes burning holes into the back of your head, urging you to say "yes! yes! yes!" "oh! u-uh sure pieck, please go ahead!" you stuttered out. pieck smiled adoringly, and you felt like a high schooler with a puppy crush. she sat down, immediately turning to ask for your name.

"i'm y/n, it's nice to meet you."

"likewise, y/n."

ever since that day, your friends and pieck's friends got to know one another, exchanged numbers, and made plans for another time to hang out. thanks to the local coffee shop, you met the most amazing person. and pieck felt the same way.

[colossal-fallout]

Modern AU house party pack

Armin Arlert Edition

Warning

NSFW. 18+ only. Smut. Alcohol consumption.

Tagging @clovertitan @armins-futon because they the biggest Armin simps I know 🥰

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You can't help but feel a little nervous as you lock your door and turn to walk towards Armin, who is waiting patiently for you in his car. He hadn't been waiting long, so his engine was still rumbling.

He's fumbling with something down the side of his door as you approach - his strong neck muscles flexing as his head bobs slightly with his lean.

Greets you with a warm; "Hey!" And a huge smile as you open the passenger door.

Getting inside, your senses are bombarded with his car air freshener mixed with whatever beautiful cologne he was peppered with.

His long fingers turn the volume down of the music so he can hear you better; waiting for you to fasten your seat belt.

"Hey, how you been?" You ask a little shyly as you strap in, the cool leather seats caressing your bare thighs.

"Great thanks and yourself? You look... Amazing." His ocean blues soften as he says this, hand absentmindedly grazing the top of his steering wheel.

He clears his throat and puts his attention on the road as he begins to pull away.

"Are you hungry?" He'll ask. "I could drive through a burger place if you want? Shouldn't drink on an empty stomach."

You tell him you've eaten but he goes through anyway - he himself being peckish and it was a good way to have a little catch up before the party as you both sit in the parking lot munching on whatever you'd ordered. (Yes you couldn't turn down something once you caught the smell of the fast food joint)

The party

It's almost ten by the time he pulls up outside of Historia's house. You already spot Zeke having a cigarette on the porch, standing talking to Proco and Pieck. The front door open with music blaring out onto the lawn had your heart racing with excitement as Armin walks round and opens the car door for you.

Porco teases you with a long, loud whistle from across the lawn. "Lookin' good, baby."

"Shut up." You laugh, knowing he was playing around.

It was still a little early but there were plenty of people around to feel comfortable with the vibe that was building. Your heart almost explodes when Armin casually laces his fingers into yours as you walk towards the house, his car alarm beeping with confirmation of being active behind you.

Okay so this was a date. And he's already making it clear you're his for the night.

Once inside Historia greets you both - already pretty drunk and hanging off the neck of her boyfriend. Some guy who owns a farm somewhere.

The party is amazing. More people arrive and you and Armin temporarily part ways to socialise, bit you notice he's keeping a close eye on you at all times. In fact, everytime you glanced in his direction his eyes would quickly snap back to the conversation he was having.

Reiner, Connie, Marco, Jean, Porco and Eren had a chugging competition at one point. Marco coughed and spluttered his beer everywhere - snot falling out of his nose and everything.

Sasha and Niccolo were snugged up in the corner making out most of the night. They were new lovers, you couldn't really blame them.

Mikasa and Annie just sat and bitched about how shitty men were most of the night.

At one point though, everyone was dancing and it was so much fun you were crying with laughter as Connie and Reiner had a dance off.

Connie won with the robot followed by a worm.

Reiner didn't wanna get on the floor.

Porco and Reiner had an argument. Typical. Nothing new.

Surprisingly, you walked in on Jean and Eren having a "bro" moment in the washroom near the back door.

"Eren... I know we don't get along. But that doesn't mean I don't care about what happens to you. I just wish you took care of yourself more. It's a big world out there. And it's nasty."

"Jean... I feel the same! Like sometimes I just wanna scream at you to shut the fuck up but also that I love you as a brother? Am I making sense?"

Ignoring it you continue outside for some fresh air when Armin follows you out.

"You alright?" He smiles, snaking his arm around your waist.

You nod. "Yeah just getting some fresh air."

His cologne was still evident as you push into his chest as a guard from the cool air that raised goosebumps across your skin.

His mouth presses against your head and your entire body catches fire when he whispers; "It's getting late. Wanna get out of here?"

Your place

Your ears are still ringing from the loud music when you both leave the cab and enter your house, your body aching from the dancing and sore from the laughing.

"You want a drink? Water or soda?" You ask Armin as he gingerly walks into your living room.

You both talk over some bottled water, both of you a little tipsy but nothing too bad. Before you know it, it's 5 am.

You offer Armin a place in your bed for the night. He says he wouldn't mind sleeping on the sofa if you were more comfortable with that.

That's when you press your lips against his, hungrily before grabbing his hand and leading him to your bedroom.

Your bedroom

It's that kind of sex where you're both so eager that you're panting pretty much straight away with quivering, loud breaths.

Your lips smack loudly off each other in needing kisses, hands and fingers trembling as you undress one another.

You were blown away but how surprisingly soft yet dominant Armin was. First he blows you away with this

After your third climax, he has you all over the bed, absolutely feral for you. His moans are so pretty as well as his cock, and God does he know how to use it.

Has you like this, this, this and this.

"You look so pretty bouncing on my cock..."

"Ah, you're so tight."

"I've wanted you for so long..."

"Mmm you feel beautiful inside."

"Shit... Y/n..."

"You're such a good girl for me, aren't you baby?"

Aftercare

Armin holds you close, running his hand through your hair and letting you know how amazing the sex was and how beautiful you are.

Will probably ask to be your boyfriend. He wasn't after a one time thing.

Will definitely order you both breakfast once you've woken up - or probably lunch, maybe even dinner by the time you do rouse from your sex induced slumber.

[randomtwistedlife]

Two Ghosts

Pairing: Reiner Braun x Female Reader

Summary: You are on a recon mission in Marley and run into Reiner. Little angsty. 

Note: I just finished the anime and the manga and there are a lot of feelings and hence, this one shot was born. One huge spoiler regarding Reiner. If you know what I’m talking about, you can read this. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, spoiler ahead. POV shifts between reader and Reiner. 

Based on Two Ghosts by Harry Styles

Feedback is appreciated.

We're not who we used to be

We're just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me

Trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat

You pulled the hood of your cape onto your head as you weaved across the sea of people. Glancing at the setting sun, you let out a curse. You were late. His letter, which was tightly clutched in your hands, had instructed you to meet him at the specified address tonight as soon as the sun set. Even though he hadn’t written a lot about himself, most likely afraid that the letter would fall into the wrong hands, you knew it was him from his handwriting and the way he wrote the words.

Jean was here. In Marley.

You had arrived in Marley a little over a month ago on a recon mission. The mission was simple — infiltrate Marley, specifically Liberio, because that’s where the Warrior program was, scout the high ranked officials, and understand the socio-political situation. It was the solitude and the feeling of otherness that was hard to deal with. Everyone on this side of the sea hated you. Well, not you specifically, but your kind. You just wanted to talk freely with someone. Though Eren was here as well, he wasn’t an option. He had been here almost as long as you, but visiting him at the hospital would raise too many eyebrows considering Eren’s secret identity was not supposed to have any family. And so you stayed away. But now Jean was here.

Your face hurt from smiling so much. It was hard to remember the last time you had been this happy. You would tell him all the information you had been able to gather till now and then, you would drink and eat and have fun with your friend. Just one night of fun - you deserved that after everything. You had already thought of all the questions you were going to throw at him. You wanted to know how everyone was doing back home — Armin, Mikasa, Connie, Sasha, Commander Hange, and Captain Levi. Thinking about your home and your friends left you with a sense of longing. Closing your eyes, you brushed aside the melancholic feeling. You will reunite soon. Walking a little faster, you looked up to locate the bar you were supposed to meet Jean at and that is when you bumped into him.

                                                            ~~~

Reiner sighed. He had just dropped an enthusiastic Gabi at her home, and all he wanted to do now was get drunk and fall asleep. Sometimes, being around Gabi was tiring for him. The girl was hell-bent on inheriting his Armoured Titan thinking that it was the biggest honour in the world. How could he tell her otherwise? He himself didn’t know what he believed. He did, however, know that he didn’t want his cousin to go through what he did. But how does he explain all the anger, and the sadness, and the guilt that is buried deep inside of him to a 12-year-old when he himself couldn’t make any sense of his feelings?

If he hadn’t been lost in his thoughts and was watching where he was going, he probably would have avoided the collision altogether. When he finally realised what was happening, it was too late. There she was, her face covered behind her cape and walking straight towards him. The moment she crashes into him, Reiner holds her shoulders to help balance her. As he does so, he notices the piece of paper she was holding fall down on the road.

She apologises, so does he. As she walks past him, he bends down to pick up the piece of paper and calls out to her.

“You dropped something.”

She turns, and the world around him fades away.

                                                            ~~~

You have been on enough battlefields to understand what people mean when they say, “Time moved slowly” but this was the first instance you fully understood what “Time stood still” meant. You don’t know how long you have been standing on the street. Jean’s letter left forgotten in his hands. He cannot have that letter; it could compromise the entire operation. But at this moment, you can’t seem to care. You should snatch the letter and run away, but you don’t. You just stand there staring into his hazel eyes.

Long gone is the young boy that you looked up to. His hair is longer and his sharp cheekbones are now slightly covered under his goatee. You had grown up in the last four years, but so had he. His eyes were wide and staring back into your own. You opened your mouth to say some something - anything - but words wouldn’t come out. You could hear a loud thudding - maybe it was your heart or maybe your head, you weren’t sure. Your mind was blank all because he was standing in front of you.

Reiner Braun. The boy you had fallen in love with. The boy who was responsible for the death of your family and friends. The boy - no, man - who could still make your heart flutter.

You had known that there was a high possibility of running into him, but you still volunteered to be a part of the infiltration. Maybe you wanted to run into him. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

Move! Speak! Do something! You screamed internally, but you felt frozen to your spot.

“Y/N,” he spoke, his voice shaky.

Your heart skips.

“Y/N,” he calls out to you.

The sound of his voice accelerated the already rampant pounding of your heart, and it felt like it would burst any second.

He took a step towards you. You took a step back.

“No,” your voice soft but firm.

You couldn’t face him after everything he had done.

                                                              ~~~

The one thing Reiner had wanted more than anything in his life was to see you again. Of course, he never expected that to ever come true. Ever since his return from Paradis, he has spent a countless number of nights thinking about how if he ever met you again, he would tell you everything and you would forgive him. He never expected that to happen either, but isn’t that why they are called dreams? Late at night, he could hope to see you again. In his dreams, he could imagine spending a life with you.

And now here you were. Standing right in front of him.

The young girl he had fallen in love with was now a beautiful woman. Not that you weren’t beautiful before. Back when he was pretending to be a soldier of Paradis, he had seen you covered in blood, sweat and grime several times and you were still the most beautiful human to ever grace the planet in his eyes. Your hair, which looked much shorter than the last time he had seen you, was framing your face. Besides the guarded expression that you wore, your eyes were locked with his own.

“No,” you spoke as you stepped away from him.

His throat went dry. His palms moistened and he could hear the crinkle of the piece of paper he was holding as he clenched his hands. Reiner couldn't be certain that this wasn't a dream. His hands were itching to touch you, to feel the smoothness of your skin, and to confirm that you were indeed standing in front of him.

“I —” he spoke again, but stopped. What could he even say? That he was sorry? A simple ‘I’m sorry’ wasn’t enough. He knew he could never atone for all the violence he had ensued; for all the people that were dead because of him. The apology that was stuck in his throat was too little, too late.

You tilted your head slightly, and Reiner saw how your guarded expression slowly changed into something else. Your eyebrows narrowed and your face flushed a deep shade of red.

“Reiner,” you spat out his name.

Although he was expecting it, the venom in your voice startled him. The air between the two of you had shifted, becoming much more tense. His glance flickered from you to his surroundings. He could feel their watchful gaze on the two of you. Everybody in Liberio knew who he was. The people walking by seemed quite interested in what was happening between the Armoured Titan and the woman he was with. Looking back at you, he realised things could go south quickly. Hastily, he reached for your arm, without giving you a chance to fight him, and dragged you to the nearest alley, away from prying eyes.

“Back off, Braun.”

“You shouldn’t be here.”

“And you shouldn’t have been at my home, but things don’t always happen according to plan now, do they?” you retorted.

“I know this doesn’t count for anything, but I’m sorry. If I could go back in time, I would do things differently,” he admitted.

You looked away, breaking off the eye contact, “Well, you can’t.”

The slanting rays of the setting sun shone on your face, making you seem more alluring than ever. He was so screwed. 

                                                             ~~~

His admission caught you off guard. Did he regret doing what he did? Was he genuinely sorry? He did apologise, but how could you trust what he said? You had trusted him once, with your life and your heart, and look what happened.

“Was any of it real?” you asked.

Your eyes were trained on the cat rummaging for scraps in the alley dumpster, but your ears were straining to hear his answer. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him, specially if he confirmed he had merely used you for his mission.

“Yes. All of it. All of us,” he replied.

You turned your head and risked a peek in his direction.

“I — The mission was to break the wall, blend in, and bring the Founding Titan to Marley. You were never supposed to be a part of it.”

His eyes were focused on you.

“I tried really hard, you know. I tried not to fall in love with you. Annie and Bertolt realised what was happening as well and tried to keep me away from you, but we all know how that worked out,” he chuckled ruefully. “You were fierce when you protected and stood up for your friends. You were sweet and kind and understanding. You had been through so much —” his eyes cast downward “ — and yet you still could love and be kind.”

He looked back up at you. “By the time I realised what you meant to me, it was too late.”

You screwed your eyes shut. No, this couldn’t be happening. Four years. It had taken you four years to heal your heart and here he was breaking down your walls all over again.

“Stop,” you whispered.

“You deserve the truth, (Y/N)” he spoke softly.

You shook your head and opened your eyes. They burned with unshed tears.

“I never meant to hurt you, and I would spend the rest of my life making things right. I loved you.”

All this time you had been telling yourself that the bond you had shared with Reiner was nothing but a lie. He never cared about you. You were simply a means to an end for him. But the words spilling from his mouth were enough to turn your world upside down. You looked up as you felt the heat from his body. You could feel his breath on your face. Were you two standing this close before?

“I love you,” he whispered.

Your heart skipped a beat, your eyes jumping from his lips to his eyes. Reiner leaned in and you let him. You parted your lips and felt him washing over you like a wave of warmth. Your entire body tingled. The kiss started soft and slow with your arms locked with his. He took a step back when the two of you came back for air.

“I’m sorry, I needed to do that —” he started speaking, but you placed your hands behind his neck and pulled him in.

He wrapped his arms around your waist, holding your body close. He pulled you in, claiming your mouth once again, this time hungry and intense, until your knees gave in. His hands were on your hips and he lifted you up as if you weighed nothing. He moved the two of you so your back touched the wall. His body was pressing into yours and you inhale his scent. He still smelled like the boy who won you over years ago.

The two of you come back for air and he presses his forehead against yours.

There were a million thoughts running through your head. Reiner couldn’t know why you were in Marley, he couldn’t know about your friends being in Marley either, and oh shit, you were supposed to meet up with Jean. But right now, none of that mattered to you. All that mattered was that Reiner was here, with you, kissing you.

“I love you too, Reiner.”

                                                              ~~~

If an ex who killed your friends and family tries to walk back into your life, please run far, far away.

[xaibaugrove]

Everyone in the Krew is Problematic

I was inspired to go on this rant by someone who recently brought up a question in a server I’m in, asking why so many people in the fandom seem to hate Mako and Makorra and why. This wouldn’t be the first time I defend Mako and it most likely won’t be the last, but it might be the first time I tear him and everyone else in the Krew down in the process, only to bring them back up. Hear me out though.

I think I’ve totally accepted that a lot of people in this fandom will always hate Mako and that I will have to perpetually defend him, I understand that this is the relationship I’ve chosen with this world. But what I still will never understand are the reasons why people hate/dislike him because compared to how much they love other characters in the Krew who honestly aren’t that much better than him (in some cases, even worse!), it doesn’t make any sense.

Let me also preface this by saying, I love these characters with all my heart and soul, probably more than I should love fictional characters, but this is the life I live and with that being said, I am going to tear them apart just to prove a point. Okay, here we go.

MAKO

Most of his detractors list the usual criticisms, which are valid when isolated. He cheated on Asami, he lied to Korra, he was a terrible boyfriend and essentially he treated the women he claimed to love or care about horribly. Gee, it’s almost like the man was a teenager with no experience in having long-lasting, healthy relationships and was raised in the streets by gangmembers while doing anything to survive and provide for his younger sibling after seeing his parents killed right in front of him and suddenly being orphaned…

I think Mako has been torn down enough, so I won’t get too deep into the tearing down part for him. It really does baffle me how someone can claim to be woke and not comprehend how someone coming from poverty could possibly be a product of their environment. Like, does everyone think that poor people automatically have hearts of gold and turn out like Little Orphan Annie? Why are people surprised that when someone has a shitty life, they might do shitty things?

Also, sooo many people love Zuko, who actively tried to cause harm to Aang, Katara and Sokka numerous times, and sympathize with his troubled past. But like, sure Zuko had an abusive father and his mother peaced out of his life for whatever reasons but at least he had his uncle. Mako had his parents for maybe 8 years before they were murdered in front of him and then had...no one for the next 10 years? Except for Bolin, sure, but no other parental figure in his life. Dude literally had to become him and his brother’s own parent and joined a gang to survive, and after all that, the worst he does is acts as a bad boyfriend toward Korra and Asami and he is instantly thrown to the wolves. Something doesn’t add up. It’s just...I don’t get it.

Yes, the way he treated people was bad, but people can grow? That’s a thing humans can do. And he was a teenager, my god. No, we cannot allow our past to be an excuse for how we treat others, but we have to be aware that there is a growth process to being human. And being human in and of itself, isn’t pretty. You think Mako is problematic? Don’t get me started on your fave.

KORRA

Ok, I love this woman to death but she is ridiculously problematic. She pursued someone in a relationship and essentially forced Mako to cheat on Asami by kissing him against his will, that’s already pretty awful and shows a lack of empathy on her part, also kissing people without their consent is no bueno. But also I just have to say it for the people who might not know this. One of the fundamental reasons why Makorra didn’t work was because KORRA WAS ABUSIVE. Okay? It wasn’t just that Mako was inadequate at relationships and didn’t know how to people, it wasn’t that she was secretly confused and wanting Asami the entire time (biphobia at it’s best) one of the main problems in the pairing was that Korra was crazy abusive towards Mako. Seriously, why don’t I see this more often in those discussions??

If we need examples, I have dozens. Honestly, it’s really easy to see how terrible Korra was to Mako, I’d actually argue that she treated him worse than he treated her. I mean, they were both terrible to one another, but in Korra’s case she went through the motions of being completely infatuated with your first teenage crush, getting with said crush, then crashing and burning once you realize that you have no idea how to treat a romantic partner so after the butterflies wear off you subject them to all the wonderful aspects of your anger issues. Not only did she scream at Mako during every argument they had, she also threatened him with bodily harm if she got really angry. Remember how their relationship crashed and burned in Book 2? Here are the things that Korra did during that time. Let me reiterate, this was not okay.

Mako is visibly shaken by this!

This woman burst into her boyfriend’s place of work and violently kicked his desk out from in front of him with all his coworkers present. That is not normal behavior. That is a red flag. And after she came back, had amnesia or whatever and forgot they broke up after that scene, let’s not forget that Mako was legitimately Afraid to break up with her again. Korra made her partner frightened that they might suffer bodily harm if they upset her. Again, and I can’t stress this enough, this is not okay!

The little scene in Book 3 when Korra is lifting Mako like 100 feet off the ground with airbending while he’s screaming in fear just to make Asami laugh is cute, right? I’ll admit, I loved that little moment too, it’s one of the only instances of Korrasami development that we got, but also, there were sooo many things wrong with that scene lol. Not only does Korra terrify Mako for literally no reason, it’s also sort of just her continuing to exercise some degree of power over him for her own amusement. Almost like a subtle reminder to him saying, “I am stronger than you in every way and I can break your femur like a twig if I wanted to… but I won’t, so look how much fun we’re having!”

Now of course, there are reasons why Korra acts like this. She was isolated for almost her entire life and never learned how to treat people and be around people. The Avatar is human because they must live amongst the people they protect and that helps them develop empathy and cherish life. The White Lotus deprived her of that fundamental aspect of her duty as the Avatar and it showed throughout the beginning of the series. Clearly, she was young, didn’t see how her actions could negatively affect others and hurt the feelings of not just her partner but also friends and family (she was really awful towards a lot of people in her life!). But as the series went on, we see her having less outbursts and learning to control her temper more.

One can only assume that she does not have the same behavior with Asami because for one, I don’t think Asami would play that shit, she seems like she would electrocute a bitch in a heartbeat and not hesitate if needed, but also Korra is not the same shitty partner she used to be as a teenager. Again, kids do stupid things. Adults do stupid things. And we learn and we grow. Korra will probably make some more mistakes in her relationship with Asami. I don't think anyone can have one bad relationship and suddenly learn all the lessons they can from it and have a perfect one the next go around. I can totally picture Korra losing her temper and raising her voice at Asami if she gets frustrated and forgets who she’s dealing with. Managing anger issues is hard, I know this from experience, and it doesn’t magically get easier. Of course, if Korra does pop off, Asami would definitely put her in her place because she’s a bad bitch who doesn’t take anyone’s shit, next character.

ASAMI

You know her, you love her, you fantasize about her and you probably have her on your list of fictional characters you would totally bang if you had the chance (I know I do), yes, even your best girl is problematic. It’s interesting to me that a lot of people sympathize with Asami and very few openly criticize her (so few that I’ve never seen anyone say a bad thing about her). What’s there to criticize though? The poor girl was cheated on by Mako, had her feelings disregarded by Korra, who claimed to be her friend but pursued her then-boyfriend behind her back and then made up for it by simping for her for the rest of her life? Also her mom was murdered when she was just 6 years old, her father threatened to kill her once and physically abused her, then died right after they started repairing their relationship, essentially making her an orphan at the ripe age of 22. Suffice it to say, Asami has been through it.

So, how could she be problematic, you ask? Why, of course, through the classic Bryke technique of romance progression in storylines called Kissing People Without Their Consent

To be honest, I did gloss over this with Korra, simply because there were sooo many other issues with that woman and I just couldn’t go through every single one in as much detail but that doesn’t negate how serious this whole sneak attack kissing thing is. Sure, Asami is very emotional and lonely and sort of desperate too, (it's a little sad, really) but Mako is clearly uncomfortable and completely caught off guard by the kiss. This is also the second time this happens to him in the series! There are a couple factors that might contribute to why Asami does this and acts this way, maybe Korra’s general awfulness rubbed off on her (don’t make a dirty joke) but this is still wrong.

AND that’s...pretty much it. Kissing people without their permission is a big no no, though. Not wanting to gloss over that, but Asami really is a good person who just did a not-so-great thing. Getting burned by Mako twice probably made her a little less inclined to be as forward with anyone though, and it looks like she now takes her time and is patient in her relationship with Korra. It even seems like Asami is the only person Korra is afraid to upset, as Korra does seem more gentle and calm when around her. And who knows? Maybe Asami living a life where a majority of the time she got whatever she wanted when she wanted it might have also influenced her to be more assertive or even imposing within her relationships.

If anything, those three fools getting into relationships with each other just showed how not ready they were to be in relationships in the first place and also how not okay they were.

BOLIN

Originally I titled this as “Everyone in the Krew is problematic (except Bolin)” but then I remembered that Bolin totally kissed a woman without her consent so I deleted the shit out of that!

This asshole looks genuinely pleased with himself after essentially assaulting Ginger. Not a good look.

Sure, Bolin is baby. He will always be baby to me. But that does not erase the fact that he also actively supported a fascist dictator. Not only was the kissing without consent thing bad, but there’s also that. No matter how many times people around him warned him about the fact that he was on the wrong side of things, that he was helping someone who was putting people into concentration camps...Bolin wanted to believe the best of Kuvira. He ignored obvious signs that the woman was a dictator committing human rights violations like crazy and you know, there’s gotta be a reason for that too.

Maybe Bolin wanted to feel like he was doing something good for once. When you think about it, with his role as the comic relief in the Krew, and sort of constantly being infantilized by his older brother, I wouldn’t be surprised if the man developed some insecurity in his ability to do anything good or useful for anyone without screwing it up in some way. In Kuvira’s army, it seemed like he was actually taken seriously, he felt like he was doing something that mattered. Korra had being the Avatar, Asami had her business and mindblowing philanthropy (honestly, her ability to be as charitable as she is profitable is insane) and Mako had his police work (ACAB, tho). Bolin had...the role of being a joke. A superficial actor. A former pro-bending meathead.

Bolin lived his entire life following after his brother that once they were adults and Mako finally decided to live his own life for once, it left Bolin completely lost. And lost young men are perfect recruits for fascists.

So, in conclusion, my whole reasoning behind destroying the integrity of my favorite characters is to prove a huge point. All of these characters are problematic. They have flaws, some bigger than others (looking at you, Korra. Just...wow), but ultimately, even if your fave is problematic... that’s okay. A lot of people, mostly younger people it seems, are really obsessed with being right about everything that they do and stan. And that’s a wonderful thing, so much change has come about by the younger generations calling out people who do fucked up shit, don’t want or try to improve, and get away with it. But it’s also caused a lot of people to be unforgiving and completely unwilling to acknowledge when people do improve and try to be better.

Personally, I love my problematic Krew because having issues that you’re constantly working on internally is human. It’s human to make mistakes, it’s human to grow from those mistakes. And it’s inspiring to me, who is wholly imperfect, to see myself reflected in fictional characters who aren’t perpetuating unrealistic ideals of human nature, characters who are messy, crazy and ultimately human.

As one of my favorite manga artists and queen of impeccable character creation Rumiko Takahashi once said:

“I think that perfect people are not very interesting.”

And I will always wholeheartedly agree.