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endlessdreamworld · 6 hours ago

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Under the Veil

An 18+ fic starring Aventurine X Fem!Reader as husband and wife. Minors DNI, sort of a continuation of the general headcanons post I wrote CW: infertility, A pretty harrowing dead dove do no eat flashback involving graphic depictions of sex trafficking, non con and SA for past Aventurine, as well as a brief mention of drugs. Wordcount: 4.5k

You felt grateful for your husband’s embrace now more than ever. It was warmth you desperately needed. It was security you didn’t deserve, not when you feel like you’ve robbed him of something he deserved more than anyone else in the world. Last but not least, it muffled your quiet sobs as you processed the reality you should have been expecting all along. After all, you and Aventurine have been actively trying for kids since the day you got married over three years ago. Something was critically wrong, but you both believed that this was something money could fix. You had already spent so much money crafting the perfect nest for all of the little ones you promised to bring into the world together. You promised him no less than half a dozen kids with eyes as bright and vivid as his and no one else’s. You weren’t one to ever break your promises, not until today.

A fresh wave of tears spilled out of the corners of your eyes and into your husband’s shoulder. You didn’t deserve to be comforted like this – not when you failed him so terribly, but you knew if you tried to pull away he wouldn’t have it. So instead you inhaled deeply, taking in his scent of today’s chosen cologne. You shuddered when you quickly recognized the smell of lavender. If anyone knew the first thing about scented oils it was the calming and anxiety relieving factors of lavender. Between the pacifying fragrance and the feeling of his sweater made from the cashmere of some rare creature, it was a matter of time before the tears finally stopped.

It was unlike Aventurine to wear a simple sweater as part of the ensemble of his outfit of the day given just how much fun he has peacocking around, but between the softness of the cashmere and the session of aromatherapy, his feelings on the matter of your infertility were obvious. He was fully prepared for this outcome and came deliberately equipped to ease you through the heartbreak. Your husband kissed the crown of your head and stroked your back until you found yourself kissing him back on the shoulder and the inside of his neck. After a few more deep breaths, you worked up the nerve to look him in his eyes. It was a relief to see them narrowed softly, exuding as much warmth as the day you both took your wedding vows. You felt lighter to see he loved you as much as ever. “I’m sorry honey,” you whispered into his neck. He gave you a squeeze, and laughed quietly. The soft melodic lilt tickled the tip of your ear.

You weren’t the same after receiving the news of your utterly barren womb. Your smile didn’t reach your eyes and you stayed in bed more and more. Aventurine was dying on the inside seeing you struggle like this, feeling entirely responsible for it. He’s always wanted to be a father, that much was apparent. He made it known countless times well before the talks of marriage. The Sigonian was quite good at dealing with the cards he was given both literal and metaphorical. It’s rare that he misplays so catastrophically.

Aventurine knew it would be no easy task to convince you how little this mattered to him in the bigger scheme of things, how it was you who was his everything. You saw through it all, the bravado, the bluffing, the bullshit. You barely had to try and you found the pathetic shell of a man beneath the fineries and you chose to dive in head first. It was a long and miserable road to get to a point where you were both happy. The fact that you were even engaging in regular intimacy after everything he’s been through is nothing short of a miracle.

Sex trafficking and slavery go hand in hand, and the life of a ‘pretty slave’ in the hands of society’s upper crust was one of unparalleled shame. He, of course, was mostly transparent about how… well used he was. Your husband never gave you the full details of what happened, favoring to spin the lie of how ‘he forgot’ which he hoped would become the truth like the other half dozen lies he continuously spun.

He wanted to forget his first time, auctioned off to a man who was no less than thrice as old as he was, lusting over someone who was still more boy than man. He wanted to forget how that predator’s chest hair felt against his back, how the sweat slickened curls made him squirm while they left their slimy trails along his flesh. Aventurine wanted to forget the feeling of the man’s palm on his cheek as he forced the Sigonian’s face into the pillows and lined up their hips. He wanted to forget the pain of the violation. Most of all, he wanted to forget the humiliation of his body’s own betrayal as the high roller stroked him off, the little mewls and groans that slipped through his traitorous lie spinning lips before he made a mess on the bed. He wanted to forget the feeling of blood laced spunk dripping down his thigh that night. It was no small consolation that he at least had long forgotten that face.

He wanted to forget the taste of sweat and salt leaking from every cock he had to suck. He wanted to forget the shapes of them, the smell of them, the leers, the smacks, the feeling of strangers tugging on his hair. He wanted to forget the ‘parties’ his master rented him out to. He wanted to forget about the streaks of jizz on his lower back, how they wiped themselves off on him leaving hedonistic tallies keeping score of some sick game they played amongst themselves. He wanted to forget the drugs needed to perform when his body would no longer cooperate. He – “Honey, are you okay?” You asked him. He had been staring off into space for a while. Whenever he gets like this, it’s pretty obvious he’s stuck somewhere inside of memories he didn’t want to be shackled to.

Ah, even now you’re worrying about me? He thought, and tilted your chin up to give you a kiss on your cheek right below your eye. “Me? I’m fine of course but what about you?” He cupped your face. “You’ve been out of it for the past week. I’ve been worried sick you know?” Truth be told, he was giving you some space but he was always ready to come running when you were finally ready to share some of the pain you’ve been carrying lately with him.

“I’ve been doing some thinking, and I think we should talk.” Oh those dreaded words he always hated hearing. You’ve almost never said them, only when your relationship was in dire straits and you needed something from him in specific. It’s been ages since he heard them.

“Right, I’m sure we do,” he said and sat down next to you on the couch. He faced towards you and rested his arm along the top of the couch. You reached into your bag and pulled out a few resources, but it’s hard for him to pay attention to what’s in your hands when all he can see are the bags under your eyes.

“I’ve been looking into some options for us,” you presented him with some printed documents regarding surrogacy services. “So you can still be a father and pass on the bloodline.” He grew utterly quiet, but you’re undeterred, “Or maybe you could sign up at a fertility clinic and see if you can be registered as a sperm donor. I know Sigonians aren’t exac-”

“Stop,” he cut you off. Your hands froze and clutched onto your well intentioned but foolish research. His fingers rubbed against the backs of yours, coaxing you into giving up those unnecessary papers. You acquiesced and let him shuffle them back onto the table. “We can go to other doctors, get a second or third opinion or whatever.”

It hurt to hear him hold onto hope like this because the chance of having your own children was slim to none. “But what if it just can’t happen?”

“Then it just won’t happen,” he smiled but you could see the pain in his eyes.

“I don’t want you to give this up, Kakavasha. I know how much your Avgin heritage means to you. I–” tears threatened the edge of your vision, and your husband shushed you. “I promised you I’d –” he put his index and middle finger against your lips, sealing them in a gentle hold.

“Ishla rhim,” he addressed you with the Avgin term of endearment meant only for the most intimate of moments. One would be lucky to hear it more than a couple of times in their life. “Let’s pray together, do you remember how? Or do you need a little reminder?” His voice is as warm and sweet as his namesake.

“I remember,” you told him while lifting up the wrong hand.

He clicked his tongue playfully and retrieved the correct hand while kissing the other. “It’s our left ones. You’ll always see our commitment to each other when we pray,” he rubbed the pad of his finger along the skin of your wedding band seared into your flesh with the same ink that was used for his commodity.

“Right,” you nod and he kissed your forehead. You began to recite the prayer cautiously, “May the Mother Goddess thrice close her eyes for you…?”

He nodded, “That’s right. Don’t forget the part about keeping your blood eternally pulsing.”

You groaned, “You’d think I’d know the prayer by heart after all this time.”

He laced his fingers with yours pressing your palms flat together. “You do know it, but you’re feeling a bit nervous is all.” He squeezed your fingers together and peppered the backs of your fingers with kisses, one for each knuckle. “Your fingers are shaking. Let me take over.” He recited the prayer line by line, with you following along. Yet still, you didn’t seem to feel better and he could tell.

The air grew heavier between the two of you, and you finally broke the suffocating silence. “I think we should look into alternatives just in case…” “I’m not interested,” he said, leaving no further room for discussion. “It was only ever going to be you and I.” It was unlike you to be so pushy. You were always so mindful of his needs and careful with his boundaries.

Just as you were about to try to find another angle, he leaned over you, effectively caging you against the back of the couch. “Wife,” he begins, his eyes were colder than you’d seen them before and there was a hint of desperation in the calm black depths of his pupils that made the vivid brights of his iris seem to glow. “I think you’d benefit greatly from being reminded of our wedding vows.” His eyes roamed from your eyes to your lower lip. He grabbed your chin and tilted your face at such an angle where he commanded every last scrap of your attention. “Because you seem to be forgetting the part about ‘in sickness and in health’ and that simply won’t do. How about we renew our vows, right here, right now, hmm?” Aventurine brushed his lips against the corner of your mouth. He nuzzled his face against yours, the caress of his long and full eyelashes finally pulled you from this pit you threw yourself into. You took a better look at him and saw that look again, that one a pet would give you before you closed the door on them before leaving for one task or another. It was that look that screamed ‘please don’t throw me away’ at the top of its lungs.

How very thoughtless of you, ignoring what was right before your very eyes. You cupped Aventurine’s face with both of your hands and his eyes fluttered shut. Guilt twisted inside of your guts, knotting you in a way that made your stomach flip. It finally dawned on you just how bad of a spot you put his already tortured soul into. “I think I may need a reminder, but not here,” you patted the couch. “There’s not enough pillows.”

“Right,” he sighed in mock defeat, “What was I thinking?” Aventurine scooped you up as he rose to his feet. “Silly me.” Countless times you were the source of his comfort, his little slice of heaven molded into flesh and shaped into his home. Now here you are, in desperate need of comfort and it’s his turn to perform. The stakes have never been higher. He knew if he failed to relieve you of that all-devouring guilt of yours, then a part of you would never be the same and he was having none of it. Aventurine set you down in the middle of your marital bed and you started making quick work of your buttons. “Hey!” he called out to you in a pout, making you freeze. “Hi?” your fingers sheepishly fidgeted with the last remaining button that kept your clothes together.

Your husband approached the edge of the bed and sat down beside you. “That’s not how our wedding night went. This,” his fingers brushed aside your own as he ran the tip of his finger along the flat surface, “was my job. And you stole it from me. Guess we gotta change things up this time.”

Aventurine put his hand on your cheek and you took the opportunity to steal a little more from him. You pawed at his clothes before he had the opportunity to disrobe himself. He hummed in amusement, “Someone is very eager,” he mused, the corners of his lips curled up into that smirk of his that never failed to make you feel like a total mess. It did him well to see you perking up a bit. He playfully pushed you down onto the bed, “Roll over for me. I want to see you on your hands and knees tonight.”

He didn’t have to tell you twice. You rolled over onto your stomach, just in time to see Aventurine finish undressing. He threw himself onto the bed next to you and brushed your hair back, taking a moment to just… soak in the sight of you. Ages ago he’d lay down next to you, too scared to touch you, scared to make you dirty. You always took things slow, always left the floor open for every no he was brave enough to say. That’s why the talk of all of these ‘options’ felt so unnecessary.

“What are you thinking about?”

“You,” he quipped smoothly. It was clear his mind was elsewhere, but he seemed content enough so there was no need to press him on it. He weaved his fingers underneath the hem of your shirt before sliding his hand up the skin on your back. With his free hand, he popped open that last button you so graciously saved for him. Aventurine made quick work of the rest of your clothing and basked in the familiar sight of you. It would always only be you. He trailed his fingers down your back, leaving little paths of gooseflesh in their wake.

“That tickles,” you laughed quietly and rubbed your back against his exploring hand. As you went to roll over and swat his hand away, he held onto your wrist and kept you on your stomach.

“On your knees for me. Please?” He nuzzled the side of your cheek. This isn’t a position you took often, so it was tremendously exciting. You felt invigorated by the simple gesture of getting on all fours. Your husband placed a hand on your hip to savor the feeling of your skin and quickly clicked his tongue in disapproval. “Too cold.” He stepped away. You turned your head to see him fidgeting with the thermostat.

“It’s not that serious. I’m not cold, I’m lonely,” you whined from on the bed. He always doted on you so much, too much even – especially during intimacy. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t understand it. His words from the day you finally bridged that threshold play inside of your mind on loop during times like these. “I’ve been embraced so many times before, but this is the first time I’ve been held.”

He laughed at how petulant you’re being, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t find it heartwarming. Aventurine returned to your side and placed his hand on your back once more. He slid the tips of his fingers past your hips, past your ass, until they settled around your already damp lips. He traced his fingers along your slit and felt your slick stick to his dexterous digits. Your husband knew your body well and didn’t even need to slip a finger in to know how easily you’d take two more. “Yes, you certainly feel very lonely.” The way he said it made you want to protest his teasing, but honestly? He didn’t want to leave you unsatisfied for any longer.

The bed shifted under his weight as he joined you. You bent your arms, your front half dipping low enough so you could feel your chest settle on those oh so familiar soft silk sheets. Your husband sighed in satisfaction as he settled his hand on your shoulder. The warmth of his hands radiated through the relaxed muscles of your back. Strands of his soft blonde hair tickled the side of your face before you felt his nose rub against the left side of your neck. He placed a tender kiss right on the same spot his commodity tattoo would be and you purred in turn, your hands already clutching at the sheets as you salivated in anticipation. Aventurine gave himself a couple of strokes before he nestled the head of his cock at the entrance of your snatch, the lips swollen and puffy from arousal. He smirked into the skin of your neck.

“Wow, I don’t even have to touch you anymore to turn your guts into tangled ribbons,” he whispered in such a sultry tone before running his tongue along the artery in your neck. Your pulse raced wildly against the damp muscle oh so deliciously. He loved driving you crazy like this, loved the way he could move your heart, loved the noises he was going to pry out of your sweet lips.

He was met with no resistance as he bore his weight down on you. The head of his cock breached your entrance before he carefully sheathed himself into you. A little sigh of delight huffed out of your partially parted mouth. You gave a light wave with your fingers as an invitation. Aventurine placed the palm of his hand over the back of yours, lacing your hands together. He gave you a light squeeze and finished bottoming out before kissing the side of your neck.

It was a bit surprising feeling him stop there, and you thought that maybe he changed his mind. Before you had time to overthink it, he murmured into your ear as a reminder, “We’re supposed to be renewing our vows, love.”

Oh yes, that’s right, you were already so cock drunk that you forgot that part. “Right, it was just the –” you felt the tip of the fingers of his free hand trail land on your sternum. They felt cold against your burning skin.

“Yes?”

“The standard ones, something classic.” It was so unbelievably hard to keep your head in the corporeal realm when Aventurine’s touch was propelling you to heaven.

“Right, I’m listening. I want to hear you recite them because I think you might have forgotten.”

“For bett-” he started to drag his fingers from your sternum to your navel, leaving a pit in your stomach. He felt your weeping cunt seize his shaft in a chokehold. Your voice pitched high, “better andpoorer.”

“For better and for worse,” he nipped your ear and trailed his fingers back up the center of your torso before they settled back between your breasts. You clamped down firmly on his hand in your own, an attempt at avenging your broken focus. “Come on, what was next?”

“For richer, an-” he dragged his fingers from above to further below this time, settling just over your womb. “Richer and for poorer.”

He placed a warm kiss on your temple. “Good girl,” he cooed, tickling your hair. “Next?”

Your tongue swiped at your lower lip and then spit out the next bit as fast as you possibly could before he had the opportunity to scramble your brains anymore than he already had. “Insicknessan-” You should have known better than to try something like this. The moment you committed to spitting out your wedding vows, Aventurine had already taken hold of your swollen clit in between his fingers. You stumbled, unable to hold your hips up for a brief moment. Not that it had any affect on your position with the way he was holding onto you.

“In sickness and in health, and don’t you dare ever forget it,” he threatened.

You shook your head and then laid it out one last time, “But what if this is it? What if we can’t have kids of our own.”

Your husband grew silent, and you’re afraid you broke the moment when all you wanted was to be considerate of what he was sentencing himself to.

“Then it’s very simple, isn’t it?” His thighs rubbed against yours as he rolled his hips. The way his cock grinds against your core makes your eyes roll back into your head. “I’ll be the last Avgin. The bloodline dies with me. I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Aventurine holds you still as he rocks back and forth in a steady motion. He sounded so happy as he said it, and the last of this festering worry was stolen away from you.

Fuck, he knew just the right thing to say didn’t he? It wasn’t fair. If only you could be half as good as he was but right now, all you could do was confess a sloppy “I love you,” into the mattress accompanied by a thin stream of drool.

He huffed a breathy laugh against your back, “Oh I know you do.” Cocky and self-assured, just the way you like him. Aventurine inhaled and lightly rolled his fingers, swirling your bead in pace with the soft rock of his body against yours. You sighed, you squealed, you sang – just for him. Oh how he loved to hear you, see you, smell you. He focused on those sensations as he tried to believe the lie he just told you. Was it a lie though, if it was one of omission? It’s not like he was lying to you outright. While yes, it was that simple, that this was what he wanted, he’d be lying if he didn’t say how painful the solitude would be.

But none of that was important, not when the scent of your shampoo tickled his senses, nor when he watched the wet spot near your face slowly grow from the steady stream of drool. It was some delightful proof of just how much you were enjoying yourself. He had you right where he wanted you, and although it was out of character for him to leave you hanging on the edge, there was something he needed to do for himself or rather for both of your sakes.

“I’m going to grab something to make things a bit more exciting,” he kissed your forehead before carefully disentangling himself from you. Aventurine had enough kink for a lifetime after all of the subjugation he went through so he didn’t own what he was looking for. A substitute would do. After all, this wouldn’t be the first time nor the last time that he would hide behind his wealth as a shield. He retrieved his favorite necktie, and swirled it proactively. It was some unintentional good planning on his part that he’s spent countless hours on sleight of hand tricks. He needed the practice now more than ever. If anyone would be able to spot his facade slipping, his fingers shaking and unsure, it would be you – his chosen life partner. “Here, let me put this on,” he said as he wrapped the makeshift blindfold around your eyes. A tool, a misdirection, a temporary respite.

Aventurine rolled you onto your back and you were none the wiser to the forlorn and broken expression on his face. He needed to cry, to mourn the family you were supposed to have. The nursery he’d disassemble by himself for your sake. He couldn’t worry you, not when you needed the comfort more, when he knew what it was like to feel small and helpless as your body betrayed what you wanted. It wouldn’t be difficult to pass his tears off as sweat, his shaking voice as swells of his own pleasure. Of course he felt good too. Everyone is more comfortable at home. He saw your fingers twitching in his peripherals, a tell that was far more consistent and obvious than the frenzied fluttering of your insides. Yes, now would be a good time.

Your husband crashed his lips against yours, a calculated act of theft as he stole your cries of ecstasy right out of your throat. Some might call it slimy, some might call it cunning, he called it commitment as he used the tortured screams of your climax to mask his own erratic breathing and whimpers of heartbreak. You fell still beneath him and hummed in satisfaction. Your fingers peeled off the blindfold, and you could finally get a good look of his smiling face. He thanked Gaiathra Triclops for giving him the strength to pull himself together so he could face you with a proper smile instead of that hollow one you’d see right through in a heartbeat. “I didn’t know renewing our vows could be so fun,” you beamed up at him, a smile as calming as the moon. He found himself nuzzling into your hand. “Romantic right?”

You laughed and nodded enthusiastically beneath him. “Wanna get cleaned up?” You gave his cheek a squish.

“Now that sounds like a great idea.” Your life together carried on. This was just another point in time, one he wouldn’t deem as suffering no matter how painful. As a gambler he weighed the risks and rewards of every encounter, every interaction. Every move was calculated, every word was said with purpose. Who knows? Maybe Mama Fenge would bless him with a miracle. After all, as the fortunate boy born on the day of Kakava he was blessed from the moment he was born. All in, he didn’t even need to remind himself as he helped you wash your hair, relishing in the smile on your face, one you gifted him with today and tomorrow and every day to come.

#aventurine x reader #yandere aventurine x reader #yandere x you #yandere x reader #yandere x female reader #yandere hsr #yancore #yandere imagines

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jumpingwjoy · 22 hours ago

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another watercolor painting!! im going through my pokemon sun playthrough as ricky, and this outfit is what i dressed her up in ^_^ i tried to match her band au fashion as much as possible 🫡

i’ve got game screenshots and long ass ramble under the cut 😭

realizing tumblr can let me ramble continuously as much as i want so i could talk about my thoughts and my previous pokemon runs too woaw...maybe i’ll post pics of those playthroughs one day, but probably on my main blog instead 🤔

here's ricky's current team where i’m at and what she looks like in game!! i was sooo peeved that twin tails are locked in post game, even if they don’t even look like ricky’s hairstyle at all, i just think she needs some kind of ponytail…i used to have her with straight bangs to imitate her three bangs style, but it kinda looked ugly af… :V

i’m just before vast poni canyon so gummy will soon be the rail gun beetle that ricky deserves ^_^ i decided on a sweets/dessert nickname theme, tho i did consider a norse mythology theme, but i thought she’d be more cutesy in a pokémon au/world where she is not in life threatening stakes.

i want to write out my reasonings for each pokémon pick too, this team isn’t exactly what i had in mind since it’s limited to the sun pokédex, but i’m pretty fond of them!! mostly, i thought she could have a non-dex rotom (but since it’s like this, her rotom dex is definitely named mike), and i also thought she’d have a porygon - but u can only get it post-game and i’d have to deal with trade evolutions o<-<

i also chose pokémon sun as ricky’s game since i headcanon her to be wasian HAHA specifically japanese and american/german - since hawaii is known for its japanese immigrant population (which is also reflected in the game itself), i liked the idea of her having an actual game background of immigrating from kanto

1. alolan raichu - pikachu is the iconic mascot, just like ricky XD alolan raichu shares her love of sweets, and i think lets her identify with being alolan too

2. vikavolt - he’s a rail gun!! ricky should always have fun with guns. i think ricky has an affinity with machines, and vikavolt has gundam aesthetics hehe. his pre evolutions are cute too, which i think ricky would like. notably he’s another electric type, a remnant from when i used to have ricky as an electric type specific trainer, before i decided to diversify types for eo teams. rotom also would’ve been another electric type…😅

3. metagross - another association with machines—it reminds me of gladsheim as well. i like the juxtaposition of this hulking creature made of metal next to ricky too. showing off her cute and cool sides...

its name is ike as a companion to mike, making them fit into the sweets theme LOL

4. wigglytuff - i headcanon that ricky enjoys singing (and is the lead singer in band au) so i wanted a music related pokémon. maybe in universe, she would stay as a jigglypuff?

5. toucannon - also because of gun. i actually hunted a shiny version, bc it looks like the bi pride flag aghdjshfd. i think ricky can be prone to have a temper, matching toucannon's angry look

6. alolan ninetales - ok so i was conflicted bc i wanted an ice type, as a reference to ricky’s cryo sleep lol, and i was also considering vanillite bc ice cream… but its moveset sucks ass!!! sorry!!!! i do like ninetales as an additional reference to her heritage though…i have vanillite in rosa’s hypothetical team too so it wasn’t really meant for ricky in the first place :P

honorable mentions:

i chose litten as her starter since i think she’s a cat person, and also someone who likes buff people……….

vanillite like i mentioned—harder to catch than i thought cause it needs to be snowing for this guy to show up as an sos helper >:0

alolan exeggutor - long long yggdrasil

this turned out a lot longer than i thought im not used to writing down so much even in tweet threads but it was fun to spill out some of the very specific things i think about in my day to day lol...if you somehow read all of this, thank you for your time wakjhsdg 🙇🏻‍♀️

#etrian odyssey #eou #frederica irving #pokemon #raughh lots of things i can improve on but its been fun...must simply practice traditional media more 😤

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mccreesexytime · 2 days ago

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Eren Jeager x Chubby ! reader

CW: PWP, fluff, blowjob, slight spanking, slight choking, hair pulling, groping, slight begging, overall some wholesomeness.. Summary: Your friend Hitch sets you up with a 'date' with your crush Eren

Your friend hitch had tried convincing you to tell your crush your feelings. You've seen him from some parties and outings that hitch forced you to go to before. You were friends of his friends but you didn't talk to Eren directly all too much. You were insecure about yourself, Eren is so toned and he works out. You're short and chubby, you weren't ugly but you certainly thought your stomach was. Eren could get any girl he wanted and you were too shy to even talk to him anyway.

So when Hitch told you that there was gonna be a get together at his place and that you should go over and she would be there, you felt yourself become a little excited. "Y/n ! You should def go. At least try and get to know him a bit better !" You look at your friend who stuffs her face full of candy. You look at her and give her a worried face. "I don't know..you said it's just a gathering with a few people we know?" Hitch continues munching on her candy and then looks at her phone answering back a text. "Yeaa ! It'll be like 6 people, you know all of them and I'll be there. He totally invited you too" you look away and smile at the thought that maybe Eren did think about you. "Okay..as long as you're there" she finishes whatever she's typing and looks over at you with a big grin and gives you a small hug. "Aaww ! Yaay im so excited. Make sure you wear something cute okay?" You give her a small hug back, you think about how she's oddly enthusiastic about everything. Little to your knowledge tho, hitch was being truthful about something going on at Eren's house but it was just going to be you and Eren. Hitch was texting back Eren that you agreed to meet Eren at his house and she told Eren that she knew 'someone' she can hook him up with, like a date. As the day continued and night came, you were excited to come over to Eren's house. You thought about what you'd wear as you fell asleep.

As you woke up the following day, you woke up early to take a shower and eat breakfast. You texted hitch when you should go over and she said she'd be there around 3pm. You were wearing a shirt with your favorite band on and put a black sweater on top with a plaid red skirt and striped black and grey thigh highs with converse. You put some hair clips on and grabbed your bag and headed out. You ended up arriving there a bit early because of your nerves, it was 2:45 and you didn't know if you should go up and knock yet. You pulled out your phone and texted Hitch. "Hey, I'm here. Are u inside yet ?" As soon as you send it, you see her typing. "Haii, I'm almost there but u should go in !" You don't know if you should but you finally go up after 5 minutes to a dark brown door and do at least 2 knocks. After what seems like forever, a pair of green guys and dark brown hair that's at shoulder length look down at you while swinging the door open. You get incredibly anxious, you look away and he tells you "you're Y/n right?" You glance back at him and give him a small "yeah" and then he moves out the way to let you in. "Welcome in, sweetheart" he says with a charming smile and the name makes you flutter but you try not to think about it too much. Eren was a flirt, he was being nice. You walk in and look around, scanning the whole room.

Nobody else was there but you, maybe you were just too early ? You did arrive like 20 minutes before. You just stand there fidgeting with your hands and when Eren closes the door he turns to you. "So, do you have any idea what you wanna do today?" You continue with your fidgeting but you're confused with what he means. "Uhm, well aren't there other people coming?" Eren looks at your figure, with a small chuckle and is slightly confused too but he figures out what's going on. "Ah, so I figured Hitch never told you?" You look at him and you feel like your heart sunk to your ass, you realize what he meant. Hitch set you up for some sort of date without your knowledge. Of course she did. Eren figures you're nervous, it wasn't really your fault but now he gets to be alone with a cute girl. "Hey, its alright. I do have some plans, if you're okay with it?" You look at him and give him a small nod. He smiles at you, "I already called up some pizza for us to eat" you're screaming internally, this is a date with Eren and you're at his house. "Yeah that's okay..sorry, i wasn't expecting this" he walks over to grab the tv remote and turn it on. "Don't worry, sweetheart. You can sit down if you want to" you walk over to the couch, in front of it is a small coffee table with some random blunts and cans with a few game controllers. Eren walks over to the couch and sits next to you man spreading and almost close enough for your knees to touch. "So how do you know Hitch and Armin ?" You look with a surprised look for a second "Armin said he knew you when i asked about you. How come I never saw you?" He says with a questioning face. "Well, I know Hitch from college and she introduced me to a few of her friends. I started talking to Armin when I went to some study group with hitch one time" Eren stares at you the whole time, you can't help but fidget from his burning stare. He hums and scoots a bit closer to you now "You're cute, you know that?" Before you had time to answer back there was a knock at the door, the pizza guy. Eren gives you a quick wink before he gets up and pulls out his wallet. He takes the pizza and sets it on the coffee table, "you want anything to drink?" He says while searching for some plates. "No, it's okay" but he brings you a glass of water anyway, knowing you're just shy. "Here, I don't wnna be rude" "Eren.." you say staring at the pizza. "Are you just trying to be nice or something?" He looks at you while grabbing a slice and starting to bite into it. "I know you just feel bad for me. I'll just leave. I don't know why hitch would tell you to do this" you say getting up and starting to walk to the door. You feel bad but your insecurity is getting the best of you. "Hey, hold on. It's not like I want you to leave" he grabs your forearm and pulls you back a bit. "I saw a picture of you before you came. I think you're really cute" he said, still holding on to you. You feel warm at your face, it feels embarrassing. "Eren, I'm fat. This is a prank or something" he pulls you close to him and gives you a confused and annoyed look. "So what if you are?" You look away, you start fidgeting again. "I'm not that much of an asshole" he said in a soft tone. You sensed he was being genuine right now, he was being nice after all. You take a pause before answering and he lets go of you. With a sigh and some confidence in your tone, you speak up. "Okay, I'm sorry. But what did hitch tell you exactly?"

You ask nervously. With a smile, he tells you "She told me there's a girl who wanted to have a date with me" he tilts his head slightly, "that she has a little crush on me" he grins at this point. He found you so cute and he really wanted to ruin you right at this moment. You really hated hitch at this moment, but that would have to be a talk for later. There's no point in hiding it now so you just tell him the truth. "Maybe I do like you but..."you trail off the last word, he comes close to you to pull your chin up so you look at him. "I think it's cute you do" he leans in closer to your face and gives you a quick peck on the cheek. "Maybe I do too" you smile at the response but he picks you up from your feet suddenly before you can reply back. You yelp at his sudden actions "see? You're as light as a feather too" and it makes you giggle. He puts you down on your feet again. "Y/n, I've got some movies we can watch too" he says as he walks over to grab another slice of pizza.

"What type of movies do you like?" He says chewing on his slice. You sit on the couch and think for a moment, "I really enjoy horror movies !" You say excitedly. Eren chuckles at your tone "yeah I've got a lot of those. If you get scared you can lean on me" you giggle at his charm and take off your shoes. You sit criss crossed on the couch looking up at him "I'll be right back let me get some things." He walks into the shadow of a hallway and enters a room, assuming it's his. He returns not long after with a small mattress, blankets, pillows and a plush. He moved the coffee table with his foot and he laid the mattress right in the middle of the living room. "I want you to sit comfy" and he drops all the remaining items on the mattress. You slide down to the mattress, and set up the pillows and put the blanket on yourself. You notice the plush he brought out, it was a cute little brown bear with a green bow in the middle of its collar. You hug the bear and notice it still has a tag on it. As Eren looks through a box full of movies, he notices you with the bear. "Oh heh, I actually bought that for you" and it makes you feel excited from what else is to come from the man. He continues rummaging when finally he finds a movie to watch and crouches down to the dvd player underneath the TV. When he finishes he walks over and sits right next to you. "You ready ?"

As you hug the bear, you nod silently at him. The movie starts to play and you were interested for the beginning of the movie but can't help but to notice Eren, he looked so pretty with the light of the tv illuminating on his face. He has his arms crossed against his chest and one leg up and the other down. He has a bored expression watching the movie, You do attempt to sit closer to him, you scooted slightly hoping he wouldn't notice but of course he did. He glances at you and smirks, he extends his arm out and places it on your shoulder. So you're basically leaning on his chest. He felt so warm, you really wanted this to be more. "Eren, can we uhm, cuddle a bit more?" You ask shyly. He gives you a smile "of course we can" you and Eren start to position yourselves in a laying down motion, you're the little spoon and he's the big spoon. One arm is folded and his head is leaning on it and the other one is on your waist. You snuggle back more so he can hug you as much as he can. You still cuddle with the bear in your arm.

Eren knows this is your first 'date' with him but he really wants to feel more of you, see more of you. He wants to feel the soft warm plush of your tummy and never let go. You try watching the movie but Eren is so close to you and his hold on your waist has you too giddy about everything. You do feel a bit hot from your jacket, so you decide to get up a bit and take it off. Eren notices and loves the way your shirt hugs your figure. He can't help himself if you're so cute. He sneaks his hands on your waist and starts to squeeze your love handles. "Eren !" You yelp. He chuckles and pulls you closer to him. "Can I please feel you under your shirt" he says as he starts kissing your neck, It was an almost whiny response."O-okay" you responded nervously. It felt good getting touched by him, he really did love how you looked. He slides his hands under your shirt almost instantly, he feels all your stretch marks and soft tummy. He squeezes every part of you. "Eren, that's embarrassing" you say, covering your warm face. "God you're so beautiful" and he starts kissing your cheeks. You look at him and lean in to kiss his lips, he kisses back and its soon becomes a bit heated. Your mouths are kissing almost in a rhythm, and his tongue comes out wanting entrance in you. You let him in and that's when things really took off. You craved more of his touch, his love and he wanted every part of you. He tugged at the end of your shirt, suggesting for you to take it off. You look at him shyly but take it off. He looks at you with awe and adoration, placing a hand on your cheek.

"I wanna fuck you up so bad Y/n" he says looking you up and down. His words go straight to your pussy and you rub your thighs together. He continues his assault of squishing your tummy while continuing to make out with you. He then moves one of his hands under your skirt and rubs your thigh up and down. He feels the fat of your thigh highs spill out of them and it makes him go absolutely insane. When he saw you he thought it was cute but feeling your chub hanging off of them makes him hard.

"E-eren" you say as he continues with your neck and leaving little hickeys and bruises. "Yes, sweet girl?" He really wants to be patient with you and make you feel comfortable but he wants you so bad. He wants to shove every inch of his dick in you. "I need you" and as soon as you say that he goes down on his stomach and pulls your legs over his shoulders. He lifts up your skirt, and he's face to face with your clothed pussy. "Please Eren" you whimper and he takes the hem of your panties and pulls them down. "You have such a pretty pussy" and he dives his face right into your wet hole. He licks a long fat strip up your pussy and kisses your clit. You moan at the sudden contact, wanting him to lick your clit more. He has a firm grip on the back of your thighs and eats you out like its his last dinner. He sucks and bits on your clit, he protrudes your hole with his tongue and slurps up all of your dripping wetness. You don't notice but your thighs are wrapped around his face tight but he didnt care. He pulls out to breathe and tells you "cum on my face pretty girl" you moan in response and he laps his tongue repeatedly at your clit, he wants you to squirt on him. You moan loudly, grabbing onto his soft locks and push him deeper into your pussy. "Eren- fuck im gonna" your legs shake violently and you cum on Eren's face. He pulls out with a large grin. You sigh heavily and make eye contact with Eren "I've never done that before.." and he Grins. "I'll make you squirt again" and he pulls off his shirt to wipe his face. His exposed chest was a sight to see, his pretty abs and wide chest glistening out to you. Eren catches you staring though. "Like what you see?" And you nod, biting your lip. You see a visible angry tent in Eren's Jean's and he looks big. You paw at his bulge with your hands and he groans. He starts taking off his belt and jeans slowly. "Do you wanna see? Hmm?" He teases in a low voice and you whimper. "Y-yes" "yes?" He mocks you a bit then leaves himself in just his boxers. "Then show me" he asks, you get on your knees and your eyes widen a bit from his length, it springs out hard and it's asking to get touched.

"Good girl" he purred and he touched your left cheek, caressing it. You look at him with a needy face and start licking his tip. His face scrunches up at the feeling of your wet tongue and it has him groan loudly. After a few more licks and a kiss on his tip, you bring it full in your mouth. You bob your head back and forth and Eren slightly grips your hair. He was so big, you could barely fit it half way down your mouth. You try jerking off the rest of what you couldn't reach and he looks down at you with a needy face. "Fuck, you look so cute" he grips your head a little tighter. "Can you take a bit more in there?" You look up with a nod and he pushes himself deeper. You gag a little at the feeling, and tears form at the corner of your eyes. "That's my girl, keep going" as he helps you move your head. You keep up with his movement but Eren can't control it anymore and makes you gag, you feel his tip in the back of your throat. "Fuck, fuck" he says under his breathe, he can feel your throat clench around him. You claw at his thighs and he lets go of you, you pant heavily and there's a string of saliva connecting from your lips to his tip. "Sorry, your pretty mouth is so good" and he caresses your cheek once more. You look at him with big pretty eyes "Eren please fuck me" you say while lazily jerking him off. He instantly lays down on the mattress and has you go in front of him while he's behind you, he starts groping your ass and tummy while kissing your neck. "You wanna be fucked ?" He whispered in your ear, he was rubbing his dick on your ass cheeks now. You mumbled a low yes but he wasn't going to have that from you. "Tell me how much you want me to fuck you" and the way his words came off his tongue drove you insane. You didn't wanna beg, you just wanted his dick. "Eren..pleasee" you whimper. He spanks your ass hard with his large hand, "be a good girl, now" you yelped once he spanked you again "tell me" you moaned after every spank "please please please fuck me" you look at him with tears in your eyes "I need it" and then he proceeds to push in himself in. He holds up your right leg. You moan uncontrollably from the stretch. "Oh god, Eren" you throw your head back right next to his, he keeps eye contact with your face the entire time.

He's pushing in n out of you slowly, he loves your reactions, the way your face scrunches up for him. He keeps your right leg up as much as you can stretch for him and he slowly speeds up his pace. He's barely half way inside you, and you already feel like you wanna cum. He puts a tighter grip on your thigh while he moves his other hand to your tit. He thrusts harder, his thrusts push your body up and down. Eren kisses you and sticks his tongue into your mouth, you connect them together sloppily kissing one another. "Fuck y/n" he mumbles mid kiss, "I won't be able to stop fucking you" his thrusts feel brutal now, he's pushed his entire length into you. Your mind becomes mush, nothing but high pitched moans and skin slapping together can be heard. His balls forcefully move up and down against your clit and everything just feels too good. "You like how it feels, baby?" You nod hastily and Eren wants to look at your whole body so he picks you up with ease and locks you in a tight slouching position on the couch. This position has you at a better angle for him to fuck you deeper and look at your bouncing body. "Eren, oh my god !" You almost yell, he pushes your legs to your chest and continues his brutal pace. He keeps both your plush legs up, staring right into your eyes with furrowed brows.

He lets go of one your legs to fall on his shoulder and places one of his hands on your neck gently squeezing it. "Are you gonna take it all like a good girl?" Applying a bit more pressure on your neck. "Yes- daddy !" you suddenly yelped out. You didn't even realize what you had just said. He gives you a big smirk and tightens his grip on your neck. "Daddy huh?" He teases you. "Daddy never paid enough attention to you?hm?" You whimper from his mocking and teasing, you couldn't even give him an answer right now. "Let daddy take care of you" with a slight chuckle and he proceeds to fuck and choke you. He moves his hand from your neck to your chin, gripping on to make you look at him. "Please please, cum inside me" you choke out at him with tears and sweat. You didn't know what you were saying at this point, you just needed all of him right now. He laughs at you, "God you're so cute" he lets go of your chin and leans down to be closer to you, he embraces the closeness of your body and gives you a needy kiss. Your moans continue, you tighten around him and he pulls away with saliva connecting your wet mouths. "Fuck- im gonna cum !" He groaned loudly. His thrust slow and with his last one he spills his warm liquid inside you. Heavy panting and breathing can be heard and he slowly releases you from his grip and puts your legs down. You moan slightly from the feeling of his cum filling you. You throw your head back with your forearm covering your face."That was really good. T-thank you" you mutter. Eren chuckles, he doesn't dress himself but picks you up bridal style. "Let's take a shower and i'll give you one of my shirts, ok?" With that, you kiss him on the cheek and he carries you to the bathroom.

After your shower with Eren and a large t-shirt that was once his, you sit down next to him with your knees to your chest on the mattress. "So uhm you really like me then?" You ask him shyly. He looks at you, and smiles with a hum "Well, I don't know. Did I just cum inside you?" He says in a teasing tone. You roll your eyes jokingly, "yeah I guess I really like you too" with a giggle at the end. Maybe you could thank Hitch later.

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Powder Blues AU

So I've been thinking about the different ways Powder×Jinx could work given that Jinx leaves Zaun and Piltover.

I think it'd be a slowburn in regards to Powder being able to see Vi and Ekko, and a slowburn between Jinx and Powder. In a things-get-worse-before-they-get-better way. So welcome to this AU I made for them!

I got inspired by one of my fav fics where two siblings' bodies get molecularly mashed into a single one thanks to a quirk--but retains the consciousness of both siblings. Much like how our Ekko hopped into Powder's Ekko through the arcane anomaly!! Except the other Ekko didn't retain any sort of control or consciousness.

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/45335362 if u wanna check it out. Its MHA--Touya and Fuyumi centric, wonderfully written)

Powder would probably try to account for that--but what if she wasn't completely succesful?

So Jinx and Powder are stuck in the same body sharing control instead of complete separation. They can't hear each others thoughts, so they have to talk with the same mouth (taking turns) if they want to communicate.

This has so much potential for various scenes!! But here's my idea for how it goes:

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Powder finds that she has to convince Jinx she's real and not just another facet of Jinx's mental instability. As Jinx is currently wandering Demacia via airship, Powder is trying to convince Jinx to visit Vi and Ekko.

With enough willpower, Powder finds she can move Jinx's body---up until Jinx starts fighting for control of those parts again (like if Powder is doing something Jinx really doesn't want to aka going back to Zaun and Piltover)

Gaining control is kind of a coin toss over who has the most willpower and focus on moving the way they want when theyre fighting for control.

They find out that when one of them sleeps, the other has unimpeded control.

So every step farther away from Zaun Jinx takes, Powder retraces them when she has control. Keeps hoping eventually Jinx will get tired of running and let her go back.

Needless to say, they don't get along very well at the beginning due to clashing goals.

Resentment wells up in Powder, stuck in Jinx's body. It keeps growing until she becomes bitter. Sad. Her comments about Jinx's actions during the day to day adventures go from curious, exasperated, etc--to attempts at cutting insults and dry, sarcastic mockery. Tired. She's exhausted with Jinx's shit.

She's so close to seeing Vi, yet so far.

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On the other side of the coin; Jinx feels like she's just gone some new kind of insane. But unlike Powder, she's grateful to have company (that can't die) again. At the start she just bickers with Powder for the fun of it, along with the rest of their conversations.

That changes when Powder uses Jinx's confessions/conversations to herself or her voices while thinking Powder was asleep. (Haven't decided what she'll use against Jinx, but I know Powder doesn't actually know/mean the full impact of what she said--she doesnt have the full picture of Jinx, yet. She's angry and fed up with Jinx and lashes out after week or months of trying to keep it in).

Jinx goes quiet. She doesn't talk to Powder for days after that.

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Thats when their relationship starts to change.

With a few days of silence from Jinx, Powder uses that time to travel to Zaun/Piltover. But she stops outside the city, because the fact that Jinx retreated so far that she hasn't even tried to take back control the whole time worries Powder.

She apologizes for what she said, and talks about the feelings that had been festering since she arrived in Jinx's body. About Vi (and Ekko).

Still no reply.

So Powder gives herself a day to explore Zaun and Piltover without looking for Ekko or Vi. Tries to get Jinx to talk while exploring the cities, but it just ends up with her continuously having one sided conversations. Powder finds she doesn't mind, though. Somehow she knows Jinx is listening.

Powder shares all the differences she sees in Jinx's reality vs her world. Tells Jinx stories about her family. Ekko. Benzo. Heimerdinger. Mylo. Claggor. Vander. Silco.

Vi.

While she told Jinx that her Vi is dead, she never shared the intimate details of the experience.

This time, she tells Jinx how it happened. How it felt. What it's been like for her all these years mourning and missing Vi.

How Jinx's Ekko showed Powder what she looked like in this world when he visited.

How much she just wants to see her sister. To hug her one more time.

Up on a rooftop alone and looking down at the two cities, Powder lets herself cry out everything that's been rotting in her the past few months living in Jinx's body.

When she's done, it's Jinx that carefully wipes Powder's tears away. That whispers hoarsely, "I'll take you to her."

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next up in this AU is a Vi, Jinx, and Powder reunion (+ Cait and Ekko)

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Bonus: I like to think that Jinx would ask for more stories of Silco and Vander.

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