The Witch

High Tide

Pairing: Sasha x F!Reader

Word Count: 5.3k

Warnings: Thigh Riding, Fingering

Quick Summary: On the beach, a lifeguard’s got her eye on you.

Notes: Happy pride month! The best way I could celebrate is writing some fun sapphic smut with my favorite potato girl!

Your eyes quickly adjusted to the sky above you, the sun was the only thing you could see for a few moments, its brightness taking over your sight. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky, just a sea of light blue with a gigantic golden orb right above you. It was a beautiful day for swimming in the ocean, but you didn’t like the waves, you preferred sitting to swimming and lying down on a towel to kicking for your life - but your friends were a bit more courageous with the ocean than you were.

Eren and Mikasa fought the waves as you positioned yourself in the sunlight. Your towel was warm underneath you from the hot sand where you sat with your back exposed to the beach around you. You only wore a green bikini, one not nearly appropriate enough to wear with anyone but your friends - you wouldn’t be caught dead in this swimsuit with your family around.

But, your friends didn’t care so you didn’t care either.

The sun was harsh against your back, but you didn’t say a word for fear of Armin’s criticisms. He refused to be in the sun for longer than he had to, even though he loved the beach. Immediately after setting camp on the sand as close to the water as you could get without getting wet, Armin put up an umbrella and set his chair underneath it after covering all of his pale skin in sunscreen. He was definitely the most cautious person in the group, giving the others a heads up once they had gone too long without sunscreen and were at stake of getting skin cancer.

“Hey, be careful,” Armin called to you from the dark shadows of the underside of his umbrella, “The UV is at nine right now, which is dangerously high, just so you know.”

“Yeah, I know.” You closed your eyes against the brightness and let the sun engulf you whole. “You’ve told me about fifteen times already.”

“Well,” Armin’s voice was louder this time, “You could be safe from the dangers of the high UV of course - but, only one thing - when was the last time you put sunscreen on?”

You opened your eyes, but only to squint them into a frustrated furrow. You slowly turned your head towards your genius yet incredibly annoying friend. You know Armin and you know he’s not going to just let you roast yourself in the sun without frequently reapplying sunscreen.

“Are you serious?” You asked, each word dripping in judgment.

Armin smiled at you, “More serious than skin cancer.”

You sighed and rolled your eyes, moving onto your knees in the sand to ready your body for a new layer of sunscreen. You poured the cream into your hand and then over your skin as Armin watched the ocean with a smug smile. He knew you definitely wouldn’t care about protecting your skin if it weren’t for him, and he found immense pride in that fact.

You could nearly cover every part of your body in sunscreen all on your own, but you had a bit of trouble when it came to your back. You looked at Armin, but you knew he wouldn’t risk a few minutes of raw sunshine when he’s completely safe under his umbrella. You thought of asking him anyways when hot sand was suddenly kicked at your back. You turned around to the culprit and quickly got ready to yell at them once you made eye contact with familiar emerald eyes.

“Hey,” You yelled at Eren, “If you're gonna kick sand on my back, you could at least put sunscreen on it after.”

Eren crouched on the sand beside you, “Or, I could ask that lovely gentleman over there to put sunscreen on your back instead, he’s been staring at you for at least the last hour.”

You frantically looked around the beach, not catching a single wandering eye in your direction - especially none of any gentlemen in the general vicinity. You turned back to your friend, ready to call out his bluff.

“What are you even talking about,” You asked with a side eye towards him, “What gentleman is even looking at me.”

“The guy on that chair.” Your eyes flitted around the beach a second time, now looking for a gentleman on a chair with a staring problem. “That super high chair.” Now, you looked for a gentleman on abnormally taller chairs with staring problems.

“Eren,” Armin called from his home under the umbrella, “Are you talking about the lifeguard?”

“Oh, yeah, him.”

The lifeguard? Your eyes quickly moved to the abnormally tall, white, wooden chair where two lifeguards sat - both with staring problems, it seems. The gentleman on top of the chair was accompanied by a lady. But, they quickly looked away once they realized their target had begun looking right back at them.

You wondered why Eren only brought up the male lifeguard when his female partner was very obviously looking in your direction as well - and to be honest, you wouldn’t mind if either lifeguard helped you with the sunscreen on your back. The boy was cute in his bright red swim shorts, but his company was just as cute in her matching bright red bikini.

You looked curiously at Eren, “They’ve been staring at me for the last hour?”

“Yeah,” Eren said with a grin, “‘Want me to go over there and tell them that you're interested in having a bed buddy for the night - I’ll do it.”

“Don’t.”

“And he will do it,” Armin said somberly from the shadows, “I still feel bad for that girl I had to turn down in that nightclub. She looked so upset when I said you were joking.”

“Then you shouldn’t have said I was joking.” Eren peeked at Armin over his shoulder. “Go with the flow and all that shit.” Armin rolled his eyes but swiftly ignored him, he knew go with the flow didn’t have to mean sleeping with people you were uninterested in - and he didn’t feel the need to prove that to Eren.

The rest of Armin and Eren’s conversation sounded fuzzy in the back of your head as you thought hard about the lifeguards. You almost doubted they were interested in you, for some reason you couldn’t convince yourself that they’d make it so obvious. But, if they did show their interest, if Eren did walk up to them and offer them your bed for the night - would you really say no? You were only here for a few more days and they were both really cute, a Summer fling was something you always wanted to try.

It would be perfect if this opportunity presented itself correctly.

“Hey,” You said while turning back to the boys at the peak of their conversation, “Do you think they’re waiting for me to go over to them, or do you think I should wait for them to come over here?”

Eren grinned, “Why? ‘You think you wanna make a move on them? `You feeling so confident?”

“Maybe a little.” You reflected Eren’s mischievous grin back to him. “But, only if you tell me I should.”

“Of course he’ll tell you to go,” Armin added from behind you, “He hasn’t felt shame since he peed himself in kindergarten.”

“Wrong.” Eren pointed at Armin. “I didn’t feel shame even then, I’m fearless - you should go to them.”

You nodded while taking a cautious deep breath, “Okay.”

You rose from your spot on your warm beach towel. You rubbed the sand that was sticking to your legs and pulled up your bikini bottoms before confidently making your way towards the lifeguard’s tower. You tried to ignore the lifeguards atop the chair as you walked, but you couldn’t help but notice their facial expressions once they had seen you walking towards them.

The boy looked like he was about to fall from the top of his tall chair. His eyes were dangerously wide and he was shaking with panic, waving his hands frantically at the female lifeguard beside him who was strangely calm. The girl looked like she knew you would eventually walk over to them, and the thought of her reading you like a bold lettered book had your throat dry with anticipation.

Your long strides slowed to a stop as you neared the lifeguards, looking up at them with a wide smile. Your mind raced with words to say before your thoughts finally put together the perfect sentence.

“Hello guards,” You said, “I don’t know if you can tell, but I haven’t been in the water all day.”

The boy nodded slowly at you, “We know-” The girl swiftly smacked him on his tan chest before he corrected himself- “Or, uh, your hair doesn’t look wet, so um, we assume you didn’t swim.”

“So, why do I keep catching your eyes on me? Shouldn't you be doing your job?” You glanced at the many happy swimmers pushing their bodies through the water and searching for seashells near where the waves crashed to the sand. “Guarding lives and all that?”

The girl was the first to jump down from the wooden seat she shared with her male partner. She must’ve realized the wind blowing through your conversation was making it harder for both parties to hear each other. And you had to admit, the thought of her only standing so close to you right now just to hear you better had your heart beating a thousand miles a minute.

The female lifeguard was very pretty to say the least. She had light brown hair tied back in a red ponytail that matched her lifeguard’s bikini so nicely. She looked both put together and wild at the same time, her hair suggesting she might spend a lot of time in the bathroom in the mornings, and her eyes suggesting that she may be used to pretty girls walking up to her on the beach.

“Well,” The female lifeguard said, “We normally do this every Friday.”

You raised your eyebrows at her, “Do what?”

You could feel you fell right into the girl’s trap, there was a stillness in the air after you had said exactly what she wanted you to say. It was as if the scene in front of her were happening just the way she’s always imagined.

The girl smiled mischievously, “We find cute girls with nice looking groups of friends, and we’re usually the ones walking over to them but, we definitely don’t mind your boldness.”

“Thank you,” You spoke slowly, slightly confused with where she was going with her description - you honestly couldn’t tell if you were going to be asked on a date or kidnapped, “And, why do you look for them?”

Once again, the stillness was back. It was like you were playing right into her hand.

“So,” The girl said, “We can invite them to our Friday bashes. Usually pretty girls with nice looking friend groups aren’t from around here. It’s hard to find good parties when you aren’t local, so I bless pretty girls like yourself with one night of bliss.”

You could drink a whole gallon of water right now and your throat would still be dry. The way this girl spoke had your legs feeling like butter and your face feeling like it’s on fire. You nearly forgot there was ever a third person in your conversation before he jumped from the chair and added on what the girl was saying.

“Sasha’s right,” The boy said from behind her shoulder, “The local girls don’t get prettier than her.”

You could’ve guessed that, she seems pretty hard to beat.

“Sasha,” You repeated, “That’s your name?”

Sasha nodded slowly, “Mhm.”

You turned to the boy, “And you are?”

“Jean,” He spoke so suddenly that his voice cracked.

“Okay, I guess you guys don’t seem too creepy - even though you were staring at me for so long.”

Sasha bit her lip with her smile, “I’m sorry about that.”

“It’s okay.” Your face ferociously flushed with heat as you spoke.

“I’ll text you the details, yeah?” Sasha extended her hand towards you and pulled a black pen from seemingly nowhere - it was weird, but she did tell you this wasn’t her first rodeo. You wrote down your number and your name on her forearm. Before you walked back to your friends to inform them about your conversation, you held onto Sasha’s wrist a moment too long and met her eyes before speaking.

“I’ll see you tonight then,” You said lightly.

Sasha nodded, “Definitely.”

You waved at Sasha and Jean before walking away from them. You could feel a pressure in your chest suddenly deflate from all of your pent up nerves exiting your body. You felt strangely confident and terrified at the same time. Confident that you had made the first move and completely wowed two people at the same time and terrified that you would see Sasha again tonight. You couldn’t imagine what you’d say to her tonight, if you’d even want to do much talking at all.

As you could have assumed hours ago, convincing Armin to go to a party was the hardest part about actually going to the party. After Eren basically bullied the boy into tagging along - the rest was a breeze; the trip back to the beach, finding where everyone was, and meeting up with your new friends from earlier. Hell, even getting your friend group to talk and drink and be themselves around the new people was a breeze which was something you wouldn’t have thought to be easy.

You had to admit Sasha made the whole evening very enjoyable for you, she basically took care of all of the obstacles. She’s the one who chose the closest part of the beach to your hotel room for the bonfire. She’s the one who bought specific alcohol after asking you what kind of drinks your friends like. She’s even the one who sent her direct location in a text message so you wouldn’t get lost on your way over. She was honestly a life saver - despite her whole being a lifeguard thing - because while you dealt with a stubborn Armin, she dealt with everything else.

The bonfire was already burning, and most of Sasha’s lifeguard friends were already drunk by the time your group arrived. The music blasting from a small speaker was surprisingly loud, but only as minimal background music among the voices of the partygoers. And right when you made eye contact with Sasha, she ran across the sand towards you, excited to see you had arrived.

“Hi,” Sasha said excitedly, looking you up and down in your pretty little green sundress, “You look stunning.”

Your face flushed with heat, “Thank you.” You looked at Sasha’s outfit; loose fit jean shorts and a baby blue silk tank top. She looked like a modern Cinderella; her hair up in a tight bun and her body sporting soft blues and an accented black choker on her neck. “And, you look really good as well.”

It was as if you confessed your undying love to Sasha, her face lit up beet red immediately. You had to admit she looked rather adorable with bright cheeks and curious eyes looking anywhere but you. Sasha even started flopping her head around, unable to stand still after a seemingly small compliment.

“Thank you,” Sasha said, her voice an octave higher than normal.

You giggled, “You sound like you really like compliments.” Sasha’s eyes widened slightly, and she shrugged at you with a crooked smile on her face. “I’ll make sure to remember that.”

Sasha opened her mouth to speak, but the conversation was quickly saved by an excited Jean who was just happy to see you showed up as well. He threw his hands in the air once he was standing beside Sasha, almost tipping his beer can completely over and accidentally spilling the slightest amount to the sand. Jean shouted drunkenly, as if you couldn’t hear him when he was standing so close to you.

“You made it!” Jean shouted.

You smiled, “I made it.”

“There’s beer and friends over there, go enjoy yourself!”

“Okay.” You frantically took one more look at Sasha. “Come with?”

Sasha’s eyes widened slightly once she heard your question. She looked in between you and Jean as she thought of a response, and attempted to calm her nerves.

“Yeah, okay, of course,” Sasha finally answered, “Let’s go.” You nodded with a slight grin before walking over to the rest of the party, arm and arm with Sasha.

The party - if it even deserved that name - wasn’t anything like the parties you’ve been to before. There was a small group of people around the bonfire, only ten partygoers altogether including three being friends that you brought along. They talked amongst themselves, telling stories and making conversation about the beach as they sipped from cans and bottles of various liquids.

You tried your best to stay beside Sasha as you made your way around the party. Sometimes you’d be called over by Armin, hoping you’d solve a disagreement between him and Eren, but you immediately walked back to Sasha afterwards. And sometimes Sasha would be asked to grab more beer from her truck in the nearby parking lot, so you’d walk with her just for a few extra minutes of conversation. And, sometimes Mikasa would call you over to interpret what words Jean meant to say in his slurred mess of syllables, so you’d pull Sasha along by the arm, hoping she’d help translate as well.

You physically couldn’t leave Sasha’s side, so it amazed you when she somehow slipped away from your peripheral. You looked around the party; glanced at Jean and Armin closely talking amongst themselves, looked towards Mikasa who was grabbing two cans of beer to take back to a bald headed kid who was deep in conversation with Eren, you even turned to the unnamed extra guests, but she wasn’t with anybody - she was gone.

You frantically glanced around the party as you searched for her light brown hair. But, the girl wasn’t anywhere to be found. You decided on texting her and asking where she had escaped to, and right when you pulled out your phone, you instead found an unread message from Sasha.

Follow me?

And attached to the message was her exact location.

To the bottom of the ocean, you messaged back before finding your way to Sasha.

You walked across the cold sand heading towards her location, your phone’s flashlight the only reason you could see the crabs in front of you. You walked around their homes in the sand, careful not to get pinched as you made your way over to her. And, eventually, you happened upon the exact spot she sent you, the area set up like she had planned on meeting you here all night.

Sasha sat in front of you, situated in the middle of a scene straight out of a romantic movie. She sat on the center of a blanket, the only light coming from the full moon set in the sky just above you. Sasha stared up at you, awkwardly holding two cans of seltzer before speaking.

“Join me?” Sasha asked as she silently offered you one of the cans.

You grabbed the drink from her hand, “Thank you.” You sat on the blanket right beside her. You could feel her thigh pressed against your own as you sat with your legs together, careful not to flash the passing crabs.

Sasha broke open her can just as you did the same. Both of you silently watched the waves crashing on top of each other, the breeze from the ocean giving you goosebumps on your arms and legs. You could feel there was tension in this small area you shared with Sasha, and you wondered what you could do to make it less tense.

“So, do you-”

“I was thinking-”

You both started talking at the same time, and quickly stopped at the same time. You wanted Sasha to go first, but she instead giggled and extended her hand towards you. You shook your head with a slight grin, silently telling her to go first instead. Sasha sighed before giving in.

“Well,” Sasha huffed jokingly, “I was just going to say that I was thinking you would like black raspberry seltzer. So, I hope it’s good, I should’ve paid more attention to what you were drinking earlier.”

You quickly took a sip of the can, “It’s good! Yeah, thank you, um, I like it.” You had to admit it wasn’t your favorite flavor, but you would never tell Sasha that. The only thing that mattered to you was the fact that she even thought of you at all.

“Awesome.” Sasha turned to you, making eye contact then just as quickly looking away from you. “Now, you.”

“What?”

Sasha furrowed her brow, “What were you gonna say earlier? Now it’s your turn.”

“Yeah, of course.” You nodded as you tried to remember what you wanted to say. “I- uh, I wanted to say- right, I was gonna ask you if you take, um, a lot of people here.”

“Not really,” Sasha spoke softly with a slight shake of her head, “Only special people.”

“What makes them special?”

You caught Sasha’s eyes and they were hypnotizing. They were a beautiful dark brown color and they were so heavily focused on your face that you started to feel hot under her gaze. You almost lost your breath when you focused too hard on her, like you had been running a marathon before settling down beside her. The walk here wasn’t short, but there was no reason for you to be so breathless.

“What makes them special,” Sasha said as she stared at your lips, “Well, they look really good in dresses.” Your thighs twitched, pushing themselves closer together. “And uh, they look really good in bikinis when they lay on the beach.” Sasha’s eyes moved back up to your own. “And, they’re- they are really, really sexy.”

You giggled awkwardly, quickly bringing your hand to your mouth. You felt like you were on fire, as if the sun were ten feet away instead on the other side of the planet. You could feel Sasha’s eyes watching you so intently as you struggled to think of words to answer with, it was as if she stole the entirety of the English language from your brain and exchanged it with ums and breathy giggles.

“You’re lying,” You said quickly, your voice stuck in your throat, “I’m not.”

Sasha leaned towards you, “You are, I mean, look at you.” She gestured towards your body. “You look stunning, in your cute little sundress. You’re so sexy and you don’t even know it.”

Your giggle turned into a full throat laugh as you struggled to speak. You didn’t even care if she was lying at this point, this was the most you’ve ever felt wanted before. You wouldn’t care what she did to your body and your heart if she continued to compliment you the entire time.

You leaned toward Sasha, “If you’re gonna keep talking like that, I’m gonna want you to kiss me.”

“Okay,” Sasha sounded excited to hear you mention such a thing, as if she had been waiting for this moment all night.

“Okay?” You blinked at Sasha, your giggle fit had suddenly vanished.

Sasha leaned towards you, “So, I can?”

“Okay. Yeah. You can.”

She closed the gap between you and her, gently landing her lips on your own. Her lips were gentle and hesitant, not at all like her - she was much more confident than you have ever been. You had never met somebody who could so matter of factly talk about what they want or what they think, and this sort of confidence had you begging for more of her.

You scooched yourself closer to Sasha, and she took the movement as a silent hint to move closer to you as well. Your thighs weren’t the only thing touching her anymore; now your hand was draped on her shoulder and her hands were under your dress, her fingers fumbling with your underwear. You moved your hand to the back of her head, pulling your lips apart before whispering into her mouth.

“You can take my panties off if you’re done playing with them,” You said with a grin. Sasha’s hand went stiff under your dress, she had been gently moving her fingertips back and forth over the lace of underwear until now.

Sasha giggled softly, “You caught me,” She answered sarcastically, “I just really like how the lace feels on my hand.”

“You’re such a weirdo.” You leaned away from Sasha and pushed your panties down your legs. You extended the lacy underwear towards Sasha, slightly furrowing your eyebrows. “Are you still wanting to feel the lace?”

Sasha shook her head frantically, “No no, no, no, no - I’m all done with them, thank you.”

You laughed as you watched Sasha’s eyes flicker between your face and the hem of your dress. You didn’t know where this sudden surge of energy came from, kissing her felt like swallowing electricity - she made your heart pound and your body shake with anticipation. Sasha made you want to say and do things you would never be bold enough to do under any other circumstances.

“Lay down,” You said sternly.

Sasha smiled as she did what you demanded, “Okay, ma’am, you don’t have to tell me twice.”

“Good.”

Sasha was lying on the blanket in front of you, ready to see what the direction had been for. You situated yourself on top of her, and instead of straddling her waist, you pressed your left thigh in between her own and straddled her thigh. You heard Sasha gasp as she realized just what you were doing, but you didn’t let her shock get to your head, this sort of thing was very out of your comfort zone. One wrong comment and you’d be apologizing profusely while running home.

You leaned forward into Sasha, kissing her as you placed your arms on either side of her head. You felt a little bit exposed when the ocean breeze blew up your skirt and touched your skin, but Sasha’s hands instead took its place on legs. As you kissed, you felt her gently push your hips down, placing you perfectly on her thigh and sliding your body against her skin.

The way Sasha guided your hips on her leg had you gasping into her mouth for more. You could feel how wet you were getting with how much easier your body slid against her skin, only making you wetter. As Sasha focused on moving your hips, you kissed your way down to her neck, sucking on the sensitive skin there in between moany breaths.

“Does that feel good?” Sasha whispered into your ear, and you could only moan in response. “If you wanted, you could touch me too. I’d really like to feel your fingers right now.”

You moved your head up to make eye contact with Sasha, barely seeing her light brown eyes in the near darkness. But, once you made eye contact with the girl, you nodded your head gently, huffing out a response to her suggestion.

“Of course,” You said breathlessly.

You leaned back on Sasha’s thigh, unbuttoning her shorts and situating your body so you could comfortably put your hand inside. You swiped your fingers across the crotch of her panties, feeling how the wetness had drenched the fabric. The thought of Sasha getting wet just from pleasing you forced you to swallow a moan in a poor attempt to hide your excitement.

“You’re so wet,” You whispered into Sasha’s ear, “‘You enjoying me that much?”

“Mhm.” Sasha’s hips rose from the ground and then fell back down. “I can’t say I hate it.”

You giggled as you moved your hand inside of Sasha’s panties, feeling just how much slick had built up in the area. You pushed your fingers into Sasha’s pussy, and heard her let out a quick gasp as you curled your fingers inside of her. Sasha’s reaction to your movements turned you on enough to continue your slow grinding on her thigh as you listened to her sweetly moan into your ear.

You weren’t sure what changed in your body, but hearing Sasha had done something new to you. Your stomach began to tighten and your hips moved quicker on her thigh, without needing her guidance this time. You felt your breath come out in huffs as your whole body focused solely on your hips and the pleasure in the area. Like the sudden snapping of a rubber band, you felt satisfaction fill you from head to toe - every inch of your body felt hypercharged.

You felt Sasha begin to tighten around your fingers as she realized you had come on top of her. She quickly brought her hands into your hair, bringing your lips to her own as she moaned into your mouth with every kiss. Just as suddenly as it was for you, Sasha came on your fingers, drenching them in clear liquid.

You and Sasha spent a few minutes to calm your bodies, listening to the waves crash on top of each other in the background. You wondered how long you both had been away from the party, it only felt like a few minutes but it could’ve honestly been an hour - you wouldn’t be surprised. Maybe heading back would be a good idea, you were sure your friends missed you and they had to have realized your shared disappearance.

“We should head back,” You said, leaning back to look Sasha in her eyes, “Shouldn’t we?”

Sasha nodded tiredly, “Yeah, or we could always stay here for a few more centuries, if you wanted?”

“We could.” You smiled pityingly at the girl. “But, I think my friends would be a little worried if I didn’t see them for a few centuries. We should probably go back to the party.”

“Okay,” Sasha agreed even though she sounded completely against the idea, “We will in a minute, I really don’t wanna move right now.”

You rose to your feet, grabbing your panties and putting them back on before looking down at Sasha. She laid at the exact same spot she was in before you stood up like an old balloon with no more helium. You debated physically dragging her back to the party, but instead offered your hand to her as a way of encouragement.

“Come on,” You said with a grin, “You come back with me now and I promise to see you again before I go back home.”

Sasha moved onto her feet quicker than lightning, “Okay, deal, I’ll text you the place and time?”

“And, I’d prefer a bed this time.”

“Lame-” You shot Sasha an annoyed look before she grinned and continued- “But, okay, I guess. I’ll make sure we use a bed.”

You and Sasha headed back to the party, and surprisingly your friends didn’t ask any questions. There’s no nonchalant way to show back up at an event you vanished from, never mind with the girl you’ve been flirting with all night by your side. But, the others were too busy telling ghost stories around the bonfire to notice your disappearance and reappearance despite how long it had been.

You and Sasha subtly joined the group around the fire, sharing a blanket in between Armin and Mikasa. You invited yourselves into the conversation, commenting on Jean’s story about a lady in white who haunts the beach and openly debating with him on whether or not it was true that he even saw her, never mind his comment about her hitting on him. And, the group welcomed the two of you back into the conversation with metaphorical open arms. You assumed they had no way of knowing about what happened between you and Sasha, but that was before you noticed a dark spot on her neck that hadn’t been there before the party.

Now, it was a matter of time before the questions came up and you were forced to admit to the entire occurrence.

My Obsessions

Currently:

Last Updated 07/19/2021

What I’m watching: 

Seraph of the End: Season 1, Episode 10

Tokyo Ghoul: Re: Season 1, Episode 4

What I’m reading: 

Nothing right now!

What I’m listening to: 

Anything Conan Gray!

Who I’m thinking about: 

Modern-day Rich Boy! Eren - imagine him taking you to his parents lake house in the mountains, and taking you out on his boat, and lying beside your already-sweaty body on the deck of his family’s speed boat, and kissing him back when he comes in, only making your bodies that much sweatier as things between you two get hotter.

Up Next:

What I’ll watching next: 

Probably Free!

What I’ll be reading next: 

Lots of fan fiction!

Just got back from a lake house with friends,,,might fuck around and self insert later idk...👀

Future Works

Reader x Armin: Two Birds

 (One Shot)

You’re desperate to lose your virginity so you go to the only other person you know still has their virginity as well. After finally having sex with your best friend, you feel yourself wanting more… Not love - ew, gross - but wanting him inside of you indefinitely, to slowly feel him get better at giving it to you, and to slowly feel yourself get better at taking him. Practice makes perfect, so you’re trying to practice as much as possible. Warnings: TBD

Jean x Reader: Rabbit Hearted

(One Shot)

After being unintentionally excluded from your friend group on a trip to an amusement park, you find solace in a mysterious stranger who showed up at exactly the right time. He’s attractive, he’s nice, and he loves riding alongside you on every single ride. Notes: SFW.

Eren x Reader: Rock the Boat

(One Shot)

Hanging out on a boat for the afternoon seemed a safe amount of fun: you’d get to see the lake your friends always talk about, you’d get to watch your friends splash each other around you, and you’d get to jump off of the deck of a speedboat. But, you shouldn’t have assumed you would be so comfortable with seeing Eren practically nude, and that he’d be able to keep his hands off of you. Warnings: TBD

Last Updated 03/08/22

The Incubus

(Connie x Reader) - Word Count: 3.8k

Creature: a male demon believed to have sexual intercourse with (sleeping) women.

Warnings: Cherry Picking, Corruption Kink, Unprotected Sex, Wet Dream

Quick Summary: when your parents aren’t home, you invite your best friend over for a movie night.

Extra Notes: Third day of Whore - O - Ween and only four more to go until Halloween!

Connie understood girls like you. He understood how desperately you pushed this good girl facade in hopes of never being read clearly. He understood how you helplessly clung to the bottom of your skirt not wanting the bareness of your thighs to give away the obvious truth. He understood how you kept your voice high and your giggles light to hide the real you. Connie understood you because he’s met plenty of different versions of you - what can he say, acting this way was common for virgins.

And Connie knew virgins better than he knew anything else. He’s been living on this Earth for centuries. He’s watched empires rise and fall, political role models be overthrown, and wars captivate an entire nation and then be ended with a big bang. He knew the darkest secrets of important bloodlines, he knew war strategies to bring down any country, and he knew the fads and trends by year - but he knew virgins the best.

That’s why you were just so easy to trick, you unintentionally played right into his hand. When he said jump, you took a leap. When he said let’s hang out sometime, you immediately made plans and begged him to go through with them. When he said how about I come over tonight, you thanked every god that could hear you that your parents wouldn’t be home tonight and didn’t have to know that you were having a guy over.

It’s not like anything was going to happen anyways, you were sure of it. Connie was much too sweet to try anything with you. He always held your books on your way to class if your arms got too tired. He always kept snacks in his backpack and would sneak them into your hands at the back of the classroom. He always made you smile when you were sad and held you if you wanted to cry. Connie was just too sweet to do anything immoral.

But that didn’t stop you from getting ready like he may. You chose your most scandalous panties, the pair you only bought on a dare - a pair of black panties that was made with sheer fabric to allow viewers to see through to what was underneath. You doused yourself in perfume, a sweet scent that had allured men to you in the past. You felt guilty acting like something was going to happen with Connie, and that guilt only made you want it more.

You nearly fell down the stairs as you ran to the front door when the doorbell rang. You stumbled on the second to last step and ran into the door sideways in a fit of adrenaline. You quickly straightened up and fixed your messed up hair before opening the door for your guest.

“Hello,” You said to Connie who stood on your front porch, “You brought-?”

“Cookies,” Connie said with a smile as he thrusted them towards you, “You said you like chocolate chip, right?”

“Yes, yes - I do, thank you!” You grabbed the container of cookies from Connie’s hands, your fingertips gently caressing over the rough skin of his fingers. You tried to hide your excitement from the touch, keeping your gasp to a whisper and begging your heart to stop beating so quickly.

Connie caught the gasp despite your desire to hold it back. All it took was one touch - just one tap of fingers to fingers - and he had you hypnotized. You could hardly breathe around your quickly beating heart and your lungs felt like they were filling with cement. Despite the obstacles, you still managed to mumble something out to Connie.

“Thanks,” You said quickly under your breath as you led him into the kitchen just two rooms away.

“Yeah.” Connie followed behind you, looking around the house as he walked through the hallway. “I don’t normally bake, but I thought you’d like some cookies - so, I just looked up a recipe and started making them. They might not be good, but I tried really hard and I put a lot of work into them and I think I made a really good dough to chocolate chip ratio-”

“Connie,” You said harshly to grab his wandering attention as you turned around to him in the entrance of the kitchen, “They’re perfect, and I’m sure they have a perfect dough to chocolate chip ratio.”

Connie fought his smile, but it still spread across his cheeks, “Thank you.”

It always amazed Connie just how quickly you could gain your own confidence if somebody else’s confidence was wavering. You could erase all shyness from your persona - maybe even become a different person entirely - if it meant you could help somebody else. It was his favorite thing about you, he could feign a lack of confidence all day long if it meant you’d make him feel better afterwards.

Your eyes lingered on Connie’s face for a moment too long. You watched as his hazel eyes delicately looked you over. His glance started on your face, taking in the sight of your own eyes before moving down to your mouth and lastly to your body. That last movement of his eyes was what caused you to kill the contact - you looked away quickly, trying to hide the embarrassment that now pumped through your veins.

“So,” You said as you placed the cookies onto the kitchen counter, “Do you want to watch a movie or we could-?”

“Yes,” Connie answered much too quickly, “If you want to, of course.”

You were taken aback by Connie’s enthusiasm. Why did he seem like he wanted to watch a movie so badly? Was watching a movie some kind of innuendo that you didn’t understand? You wished you knew more about the way Connie thought, or even boys in general - you were sure that kind of information could save you from embarrassing moments you were currently living through.

“Yeah,” You said warily, squinting your eyes at Connie, “I want to.”

Connie smiled wide, “Good, are we staying in the living room - I’m assuming?”

Connie knew virgins better than he knew anything else. He knew virgins craved to be touched more than anybody who had already been touched. He knew virgins acted sweet and innocent to hide their true intentions. And, he knew virgins loved to invite people they were interested over only when their families weren’t home to interrupt things - especially if they didn’t want to be virgins anymore.

He knew from the second he walked onto the property that you were the only one here at the moment. He noticed there was no other car parked in the driveway - apart from your own car and his. He noticed the quiet in the house when he first stepped in, not even hearing a cat or dog run around upstairs. And, he noticed just how frantically you looked around, as if you were afraid one of your family members could come home at any second, and see what you were trying to do with this boy by inviting him over to an empty house.

He knew nobody else in the house equals staying in the living room - it always equals staying in the living room. Connie assumed it’s because there’s something more open about the living room. The living room has accessible windows, it has open entryways, it has people watching from the tv screen. To Connie, people who are willing to fuck in the living room are willing to fuck practically anywhere.

“Yeah,” You said slowly, “We can stay in the living room.”

Perfect. That was exactly what he wanted to hear. Now, he knows for a fact that your family was absent from the house. And now, he knows for a fact that his long awaited plan was finally going to happen. He had waited for months, pretending to be some timid, sweet boy with no ulterior motives - when in reality, he was just waiting for the moment you’d give yourself to him.

That’s just what he did. He’s done it for centuries with pretty little virgins like you. Simply because he enjoyed virgins the most, it’s why he learned so much about them. It’s why he carried their books, why he walked them to class, and brought them homemade gooey little cookies - all to get into their pants.

It was honestly a game at this point: how many days will have to go by until the virgin’s legs are strung across your neck? And, the second game that comes right after the first one’s over is just as fun: how many hours until you’re completely out of her life and as far away as possible?

“Great, race you there.” Before you had a moment to process his request, he was already around the corner and out of sight.

“Connie,” You said with a hint of curiosity in your tone.

“It was a race,” Connie called from the other room as you slowly made your way into the living room, “And, you majorly lost.”

You stood in the doorway of the living room. Connie made himself comfortable on the couch by the wall, spreading his legs out over the remaining two cushions. His body was taking up the whole couch which left the second couch beside you free.

“Well,” You said, “You didn’t give me a warning - you’re supposed to say 3, 2, 1, GO! That’s just good sportsmanship, Connie.”

God, he loved the way you said his name and just how often you did it.

Connie watched you across the room. He watched you intently as you stood there with your hip jutting out. And, he even watched as you walked towards the couch he wasn’t completely colonizing. You walked around the sofa to your left, about to sit down when Connie quickly yelled for you.

“No!” Connie sat up on the couch, reaching towards you. “Don’t sit the whole way over there, sit over here with me!”

You raised your eyebrows at him, “Why does it matter?”

“I just,” Connie said as he glanced awkwardly around the room, “I just know I’ll miss you too much if you sit over there.”

His sentence hit you in a very good yet very bad way. You supposed it was good to know your face could heat up from one comment and that your heart could pound in your chest that quickly - and it even amazed you that he couldn’t hear it from across the room. And, you knew it was bad to feel this way for a close friend of yours and it was even worse to jump at the opportunity to sit on a couch beside him inside of an empty house.

To prevent any argument, you walked over to Connie’s couch to join him. He moved his legs for you, slowly bringing his knees to his chest before stretching his legs out again once you had sat down beside him. Connie’s legs were laying on your lap, his calves trapping you to the couch cushion below - you didn’t really hate the extra weight his body gave to your body, and in a strange way, you kind of liked it.

Connie excitedly picked the movie you both were going to watch for the night - and honestly, his choice surprised you. You assumed maybe he’d decide on a horror movie to frighten you enough to jump right into his arms and him to take that opportunity to jump right into your pants. And, you assumed maybe he’d decide on a movie with a lot of sex scenes as a poor attempt to get you in the mood. But instead, sweet and reliable Connie chose a romantic comedy.

You expected Connie to be the kind of guy to call those types of movies “chick flicks” and write them off completely. And, part of you wasn’t sure if he chose the movie because he wanted to watch it or because he thought you would want to. But, either way, you enjoyed the movie and so did Connie.

As the movie was coming to an end, you felt yourself growing tired. Both from the predictable plotline and the moon rising ever so steadily outside of the windows around you. You let your eyes gently close, and in an attempt not to fall onto Connie, he offered himself to you - opening the space beside him for you to join. And you - either the part of you who was tired and desperate to fall asleep or the part of you that was just desperate for him - took the spot almost immediately after the offer was in the air.

You cuddled up close to him, feeling his warm arms wrap around your body and his hot breath decorate the back of your neck. You fell asleep to the rhythm of his chest rising and falling against your back. It was a comfortable sleep - dreamless and warm - and only a few minutes after falling into deep sleep, you were suddenly awoken by aggressive shaking by your side.

“Connie,” You mumbled hazily into the now dark living room, “Connie, wake up.”

Connie mumbled in his sleep, his body shaking vigorously in the small space between you and the back of the couch. You tried to listen to what he was saying - or, more like what he was trying to say - but you couldn’t understand a single word. You thought maybe your mind was still groggy from the sleep or maybe he was speaking an entirely different language.

“Connie,” You whispered more clearly this time, trying to wake him up, “Wake up, you’re having a nightmare.”

Or at least you were assuming he was having a nightmare.

“Wake up-”

Connie woke up suddenly, causing you to jump back from him. Connie’s hazel eyes suddenly took you in, widening at the close sight of you. And, neither of you could disagree with one fact - it was nice being this close to each other, to be close enough to see every inch of the other features and close enough to kiss.

Your head was still heavy from your own lack of sleep and having to wake him up didn’t help shake any wakefulness into you at all. You wondered why you felt so hazy despite being wide awake, it felt as if everything surrounding you was a whole realm away from you. And, the strangest part was that Connie didn’t feel fake, he was the realest thing around you.

“Hi,” Connie whispered softly into the inch between your faces, “Or, should I say good morning?”

You smiled, “No, it’s not even morning yet - it’s still dark outside.”

“Right.” Connie grinned at you. “Good night.”

You giggled breathlessly into the space - or, lack therefore of - in between you and Connie’s lips. It was strange being this close to him and not feeling even an ounce of nervousness. Your heart was beating at a normal rate and your face was at a normal temperature. Your physical reaction to his body being pressed into your side as you laid on your stomach was completely new to you, you had never been so cool before, especially around Connie.

And, focusing on Connie had become easy for you at the moment, especially with the haziness of the room around you. Focusing on his facial features; focusing on his complexly colored eyes, focusing on the light stubble that had begun to grow on his jaw and cheeks, and focusing on his full lips. It was somehow especially easy to focus on his lips, even when he began to talk.

“I see you’re staring,” Connie said with a grin, “‘See something you like, darling?”

With this new haziness you also found a new confidence.

You blinked at him, “Yes, I do.”

“Oh, really?” Connie licked his lips delicately. “What?”

“You.”

Your eyes flashed up to Connie’s eyes. In that split second before your lips were on his, you could see a spark of something in his eyes. It was an emotion you noticed a lot in his eyes, but had never had the courage to admit it to yourself. The emotion was recognition, like he was reliving something he had done many times before. And, you hated to admit to yourself that maybe Connie wasn’t a good guy, but rather exactly like every other man on this planet.

But, before you had made the decision to be scared of his experience, you allowed yourself to lean forward and press your lips to his own. You ignored that flash of emotion in his eyes, and kissed him anyway. You honestly didn’t care if Connie had some stupid ulterior motive, you could give it to him - you craved to give everything he wanted to him.

Connie’s had slipped down the side of your body as his lips continued to work against your own. His fingers danced delicately down your body, moving over your curves the way a car drives down a backroad. His fingertips started at your shoulder blade and slowly made its way over your ribs, your side, your hip and then finally over the curve of your ass.

Connie slipped his hand under the waist of your pajama pants. His hand was anything but gentle as he tugged at the fabric of your pants. He didn’t have to ask for what he wanted, you knew exactly what it was and you wanted to give it to him. You groaned against his mouth one last time before moving onto your knees to push your pajama pants over your legs and to the floor beside the couch.

Connie watched you from where he laid below you. His eyes were heavy on your body as they looked over your newly bare legs. He brought his hand up to the bottom of your shirt, whispering with a cocky smirk spread across his cheeks.

“This too,” Connie said as he tugged on the thin fabric.

You gulped before nodding and doing as he said. You pulled the shirt over your head and threw it to the floor as well. Connie sucked in a quick breath at the new sight of you, practically naked in front of him - only your panties decorating your body.

You leaned close to Connie, pressing the ghost of your lips against his. You kept your eyes open and you were glad, since that gave you the opportunity to see Connie’s absolute hunger for you. You watched how his face scrunched up and his mouth moved towards your mouth, hoping for any type of kiss - long or short, passionate or boring, anything - from you.

“Connie,” You whispered against his mouth, “Where do you want me?”

Connie leaned back from you, eyeing you questioningly before patting his lap suggestively. You raised your eyebrows for a second before hopping on top of him. You straddled his waist on the unbearably small living room couch. You can’t believe you were embarrassed earlier, just to be standing in the kitchen with him, but now you were dry humping into the couch cushions below his body.

You moved your hips against the zipper of his jeans, feeling your stomach grow queasy from the feeling. You had never had anything close to this feeling before, it was like the better part of the feeling of being embarrassed in front of a classroom of people. It was a positive version of nervousness and embarrassment and it felt so fucking good.

You desperately gripped Connie’s t-shirt as you felt your body already start to fall apart on top of him. You moaned out into the empty space around you, closing your eyes as you grinded helplessly into his lap. Connie’s hands on your hips only guided you further, helping you create circles with your body to hit every single sensitive part.

“H-hey-hey,” Connie said desperately, just seeing you in this new position was driving him insane, “Not too quick, I’m just trying to turn you on, not give you an orgasm just yet.”

You looked down at Connie, feeling a bit embarrassed by your lack of patience. You had never been this driven by sex, it was like your horniess took over your mental wheel and wouldn’t let go. And, your entire body only felt more embarrassed knowing there must be a pretty big wet spot decorating the crotch of his sweatpants.

“Sorry,” You whispered timidly to Connie.

Connie grinned, “Don’t be sorry, baby - just let me help you.”

Connie lifted you off of him ever so slightly, just enough to push down his sweatpants and take out his already hard cock. You tried not to get a good look at it, not wanting to feel your nerves bubble back up if you could sneak a peek. Instead, you blindly trusted Connie, you let him line himself up and gently press push himself into you.

It was somehow better than the dry humping, and only a few minutes ago - you hadn’t thought that was possible. You continued to grind against his hips, remembering the silent tips he had given you when it was only his sweatpants. But now, with every circle of your body against his, you were gasping and moaning and he was cursing below you.

“Oh fuck.” Connie reached upward and brought your face down to him, giving you sloppy kisses across your lips and face. “You feel so good- so, so good.”

Your hips began to falter, your stomach tightening with pleasure. Connie felt the distance you were trying to create between your bodies - and he couldn’t blame you, you just didn’t know what was happening to your body, you didn’t realize he was going to give you your first orgasm. Connie tried to eliminate the distance you created, humping upwards into your entrance and only creating more pressure in your abdomen.

“Connie,” You moaned against his mouth, “Connie, I-I- don’t-”

Connie nodded against your face, “Just let yourself go, don’t worry - I’ve got ‘ya.”

So - as you always did - you did as Connie said and you let yourself go. In the peak of your orgasm, the haziness in the room around you began to disappear. Actually, the haziness wasn’t disappearing, the whole room was. And, slowly, Connie was disappearing from underneath you as well.

Before Connie had completely gone, you heard him whisper, “Don’t worry - I got ‘ya.”

Your eyes snapped awake to the sound of some strangely upbeat song playing in the living room. You lifted your head from Connie’s chest and glanced at the tv only to realize the song was a part of the end of the romantic comedy Connie had chosen about two hours ago.

It seemed you had imagined the whole experience. There were no strewn clothes, no orgasmic sex, no grinding and no fun. Instead, it was just you and Connie: as dressed as ever and snoring lightly into the dark living room except for the light coming from the credits of the movie still playing on the tv in front of you. And, when you shifted from one hip to the other, now pressing your backend into Connie, you felt the slightly uncomfortable presence of wetness in your panties.

The weirdest part was you didn’t feel like a virgin anymore, but maybe your dream was just extremely believable - you had always had a vast imagination.

The Demon

(Armin x Reader) - Word Count: 3.7k

Creature: an evil spirit or devil, especially one thought to possess a person or act as a tormentor in hell,,, who just so happens to be a prince of Hell in this au.

Warnings: Slight Powerplay, Mentions of Manipulation, Unprotected Sex, (Slight) Breeding Kink

Quick Summary: after following instructions from an old leather book, you are suddenly visited by a supernatural being.

Extra Notes: 2 more days until Halloween!

You wiped the sweat collecting on your forehead with the back of your hand. You leaned back from exhaustion and took in the sight of your masterpiece in front of you. Decorated with pieces of you; locks of your hair, your blood steadily drying on the hardwood floor underneath you, and the book you had borrowed under your own name, you were connected indefinitely to the beautiful piece in front of you.

You sighed and grabbed the book you had borrowed from the college library. You read each step of the ritual intently, making sure not to miss a thing. First, form a pentagram with your blood - done. Second, place the lock of your hair at one of the star’s points - done. Third, write your intentions on a piece of paper and place it at the opposite point of your hair - done. Fourth, place the Prince of Hell, Belial’s, statuette at the top of the star - not done.

You reached behind you and grabbed the wooden statuette. It was a bitch to get your hands on this thing, which was surprising considering the shape of the wooden figure. It was originally structured in the 17th century, you assumed during the Salem Witch Trials or something cliché like that. And, the years of existence had definitely had an impact on the small figure.

Originally depicted as a demon with large wooden wings and an unforgettably attractive face that could bring any innocent young maiden onto their knees, whether to pray or to do something different. But now, the wooden statuette had eroded the demon’s face to an unrecognizable blur and only one of his wings was still attached to the figure, the other somewhere out in the world. But, you had the majority of the original figure and that’s all you needed, which was precisely what you explained to the pawn shop owner when you found this statuette on one of his shelves.

You placed the wooden statuette at the top point of the star. You could finally cross off the fourth part of the ritual, now onto the final step. You looked into the book, taking a deep breath before repeating the Latin words written on the fragile pages.

You weren’t sure you were even saying the words correctly, and you hoped you’d be graded on participation rather than correctness. You honestly doubted the demon Prince Belial would complain about being summoned because the Latin wasn’t said correctly. If you were bringing him back to the mortal world to wreak havoc, would he honestly care as long as you tried your best to say each word? He just shouldn’t expect so much from a college student who still cheats off of her roommates in class.

Each Latin word came roughly out of your mouth. You stumbled over every other syllable, furrowing your eyebrows and shaking your head with every breath of speaking. And after a few painful minutes, you finally reached the end of the words with a dramatic shout of the last three words. You threw your arms outwards, hoping the room would fill with smoke and within the midst of it would stand Prince Belial in front of you.

But, nothing. You were met with absolutely nothing.

You tilted your head to the side and reread over the parts of the ritual once, twice, three times. But, nope, you didn’t miss a step. The book, the blood, the hair, the intentions, the statuette - everything was as it should be. The only thing that was missing was Prince Belial, risen again.

You sighed and rolled your eyes, shutting the book with an impatient slam. You set the book down on the floor and rose from where you were sitting. You were heading off to the kitchen to chug a fifth of vodka out of exhaustion when it happened.

You felt your heart drop into your stomach as you stood in the doorway of the attic. Adrenaline was coursing quickly through your veins when you felt the shift of the air in the small room. He was here, you were sure of it - and you suddenly no longer needed to get drunk to forget the entire experience.

You gulped and, without turning around, spoke out loud, “Belial?”

You heard a light chuckle behind you, “Are we acquainted enough to be on a first name basis - if so, excuse me for not remembering you, dear.”

“No.” You turned around with wide eyes and a pounding heart. “We aren’t, but-”

“Then,” Prince Belial said sharply, “It’s Belial, Crown Prince of Hell to you.” With one flick of his finger from your chest to the floor, you were back on your knees with a yelp. “Understood?”

You nodded quickly, “I’m sorry, My Lord.”

“My Lord?” Belial smiled crookedly at you. “I like that too, you may call me My Lord, if that’s easiest for you to remember.”

You nodded slowly, “Okay, My Lord.”

“Mortals,” Prince Belial scoffed at you, “You’re all so easily bewildered by anything you don’t understand.”

He could see the way your gaze danced across his body, he watched every second you looked up and down. He was used to this reaction from mortals like you, the ones who aren’t afraid of him and are instead excited to be in his presence. The mortals who are stupid enough to go out of their ways to summon him, hoping for him to work miracles for them. But, he isn’t a god, he didn’t owe mortals a thing - and he doesn’t care about mortals the way angels do.

He wondered what mortals saw when they looked at him. He knew they couldn’t take in his true form, his pointed wings and leathery skin was invisible to a human’s naked eye. What they could see instead was his Earth form; his blonde hair, blue eyes, pale skin, light freckles across his nose and cheeks. The only indication of him being a Prince of Hell in this Earth form were his black trousers and inhumanly toned body that he had worked on for centuries in the backrooms of Hell. So, maybe he did look beautiful to mortals in this form though he never really saw the appeal.

“What do you see?” Prince Belial raised his eyebrows at you. “And, do you like what you see?”

“You kind of-” You smiled weakly to yourself before continuing- “You kind of look like this boy I used to know.”

Belial perked a single eyebrow, “Oh?”

“Yeah, but,” You said as you shook your head quickly, “I haven’t seen him since I was a kid, he was my next door neighbor, actually. And- and he was really nice, he was about the same age you’re pretending to be right now, actually. He was a lot older than me, probably-” You took a moment to think- “Well, he was probably about twelve years older than me, if I remember correctly.”

Your words came flooding out of you, confessing years of pent up unresolved feelings. Things you wouldn’t tell the Prince of Hell was just how much you liked the boy, despite the drastic age gap. The way that even at the age of eight, you felt a certain attraction towards the boy - just the way a child develops a silly crush on their favorite Disney Channel character, nothing world altering.

Though, you had to admit - even now - that you would drop anything to be with him, and you wished the age gap hadn’t been so drastic, then maybe you would have actually been with the boy. Or, at least known where he was right now in life.

“Huh,” Belial said, “What was this boy’s name?”

Belial recognized this human emotion immediately, he was much too familiar with it considering he couldn’t feel it. Maybe he recognized it from the loads of girls who all summoned him forward with their blood and hair and statuette. Maybe he recognized it so quickly because of how many desperate girls all sat on their knees in front of him and fell for him slowly with each second he stood in this world, just like you.

“Armin,” You said with the ghost of a grin, “His name was Armin, and he was very nice.”

“Well, I’m not nice.” Belial kneeled to meet your eye length. “But, you may call me that name if it’ll help this whole exchange go quicker. But, I’m still your Lord, aren’t I?”

A large smile took up most of your face, “Of course, of course, My Lord-” You took a moment before continuing- “Armin.”

Armin smiled, “Now, that’s what I like to hear.” Armin reached forward and placed a gentle hand on the side of your head, his fingers barely touching your hair. “Do you feel more comfortable now that I’m Armin?”

You nodded slowly, “Overwhelmingly comfortable, in fact.”

“Perfect.” Armin’s hand steadily moved down your hair, curling the strands around his fingers. “Now, why did you summon me here? What can I do for you?”

“Well,” You said as heat flushed your face, “It’s a bit embarrassing.”

To say he already knew what you summoned him for was an understatement. He knew what girls who go looking for his ritual and his statuette always have in mind for him to do for them. He recognized the same signs in them that he saw with you; your fidgety hands, your desperate glances, your light smiles, and wide eyes. Oh, he knew exactly what you wanted from him. It was what every pretty, innocent girl wanted from him.

“That’s okay.” Armin took his hand back, taking a deep breath. “Take your time telling me, darling. I’ll be here until you can finally say it, partially because I can’t physically leave until you're satisfied and because I want to.”

You furrowed your eyebrows at Armin, “You can’t leave until I’m satisfied? Are you being serious right now?”

“Yes,” Armin said with a light shrug, “That’s part of the contract, it was written in the ritual words - you know, the Latin you butchered?”

You laughed and pushed Armin’s shoulder playfully, “Shut up!” Your smile quickly faded away as your mistake of what you’ve just done became apparent in your mind. You just pushed a Prince of Hell and told him to shut up, what is wrong with you? Are you stupid or the bravest person in this universe? “I’m so sorry, Armin, I didn’t mean to-”

“It’s fine.” Armin smiled at you as his eyes glanced over your lips. “I enjoy being perceived as another human to you, it’s refreshing.”

It was a blatant lie, but you didn’t need to know that. The last thing he wanted was to destroy the progress he had made with you by getting angry over something so stupid. He had done so much to make you feel comfortable; showing up in his Earth form, letting you call him by some random boy’s name, and touching you gently as you struggled to think of the intentions you wrote down on the paper folded closed at the end of the star’s point. The last thing Armin needed was you to freak out and trap him on Earth because he scared you away before you could be satisfied.

You took a deep breath, “I’m still sorry, My Lord. And, the reason I brought you here is because- well, because I need you to- I need you to do something for me.”

“Well.” Armin failed to hide the annoyance in his voice. “That’s already apparent, but what is this thing you need for me to do?”

You really don’t need to be shy, he was used to this. You could be as clear to him as possible, make it known what you need from him. It didn’t matter what way you decided to say it, he knew exactly what you needed. You needed him to fuck you, there was no reason to be ashamed of that - mortals just couldn’t fuck the way demons could, especially Princes of Hell.

You took a deep breath, “I don’t know how to say it.”

“Just say it.” Armin smiled cockily as he placed his hand gently on your cheek. “I can read your mind, you know?”

“No!” Your eyes widened to the size of a deer’s eyes as they stare into a car’s headlights. It seemed your life was flashing before your eyes as you realized just how many times you had thought about losing yourself in his body ever since he had gotten here. “You’re lying, right?”

Armin couldn’t hide his smile, “Yes, I am lying - but, I can read body language. So, if you find the courage to say what I’m reading, then I can do it for you.” Armin moved his hand past your ear, and to the back of your neck as he leaned in closer to you. “Because I already know what you want from me.”

You nodded slowly, “I want you- I just want you.”

“Alright,” Armin said with a grin, “That’s good enough for me.”

You didn’t take a greater demon, like one of the Princes of Hell himself, to even take the time to romance you beforehand, but maybe this was just the demon kicking into his new Armin persona. First, he grazed his soft lips against your own, lightly and passionately kissing you. It was like a younger version of yourself was finally being awakened as you realized how many times you had imagined this exact moment with Armin - the real and human Armin, but this still counted you were sure of it.

And secondly, Armin had lifted his hand from your neck up to the back of your head, trying to give himself more leeway inside of your mouth. Now that his tongue had successfully entered past your lips, he now used it to lick the roof of your mouth. He let the tip of his tongue flick against the back of your front teeth, feeling the way you melted from the small touch.

Your body shuttered from just the small flick of his tongue and you felt yourself melting into him. You wanted more of him, you wanted everything he could give you - either because you knew he could give you the world and then some, or maybe because he looked like the one boy you could, for whatever reason, never get over, no matter how much time went by.

“Armin,” The words fell lightly from your mouth before you could muster up enough composure to stop them, “Please, just touch me.”

You could feel Armin’s smile against your lips, “Touch you where exactly?” Armin’s fingertips still ran across your scalp, gently tangling your hair around his fingers. “I’m too stupid to know what you mean.”

“You know where I mean,” You said passive aggressively which caused Armin to become a bit rougher with his grip on your hair, “So, just touch me.”

“No.” Armin pulled his mouth away from your mouth, his eyes staring into your eyes with a great presence of anger behind their seemingly sweet blueness. “I don’t know where you mean. Where?”

You couldn’t hold back your anger as your eyebrows furrowed deeply at Armin, “Do you want me to spell it out for you or can you-”

Armin’s grip on your hair tightened, forcing you to stop talking mid sentence, “Don’t get moody with me, alright?” You nodded your head obediently despite the awkward angle he had your neck at you for you to peer up at him. “Now, answer the question, darling - where do you want me to touch you?”

Your face heated up from embarrassment as your eyes avoided his beautiful blue ones, “I- I want you to touch me, everywhere- touch me everywhere, please, Armin- My Lord.”

“Of course, darling,” Armin scoffed, “You mortals are so quick to obey with just a little bit of force.” Armin grinned at you as his free hand felt it’s way down the side of your body, towards your hip. “And, you all want the same thing.” His hand playfully danced on the waist of your jeans, towards the button and zipper. “Somebody who seems nice and gentle, but will really handle you like the piece of meat you are.”

Armin’s fingertips played with the button of your jeans before his finger dipped into the area behind it. His pointer finger scraped against your abdomen, pointing towards the area you wanted him most. Armin watched the way your body leaned towards him before he looked up at you with a grin, and a simple request of his lips.

“Lay down,” Armin said softly, “And, don’t make a scene - I don’t really feel like taming you all night long, I prefer people being sufficient with my demands, I admire obedience - understand?”

You gave Armin a curt nod, “Okay, My Lord.” You laid on your back, pressing your shoulder blades into the hardwood underneath you.

Armin pulled your jeans down your legs, tossing them to the side with one flick of his wrist. It seemed like this was the first time he ever really broke character. Armin no longer looked entirely like himself as he stared at you from above; his eyes were no longer a beautiful and comforting blue, but rather a deep, dark red that reminded you of the stories of Hell when you were younger. In his eyes were eons of torture and pain, and a slight hint of enjoyment from hearing the screams of terror and pain.

You were suddenly reminded just who you were giving your body to, this wasn’t the sweet boy next door, Armin. No, this was someone - or rather, something - much more wicked than that sweet boy Armin, no matter how uncanny the physical similarities seemed to be.

Armin situated himself in between your now bare legs, and pressed his hips against the crotch of your panties. The foreign touch was enough to make yourself jump back slightly, Armin took the new room as an invitation, so he settled himself further between your legs.

Armin leaned close to your face, ghosting his lips over your own, “You didn’t say anything about it being romantic, so I assume you’re not really into that whole thing?”

“I am,” You whispered breathlessly as he kissed down your neck, “But, not really right now - I just, I don’t really care right now. Take me however you want me.”

Armin looked up at you, “Hm, what beautiful words - alright, I accept.”

Armin wasn’t soft or comfortable or gentle, he was the complete opposite of how you imagined him all these years. Where his hands touched weren’t tender, but rather rough and needy - his hands moved around your body like he already knew it so well, like he had formed it himself. He knew every touch you liked, he even knew every place you wanted to be touched more than once. He’d give extra time to those specific places, touching you there twice, three times, four times, as many times as he had to touch you to get you calling out his name in a whiny and desperate tone.

His lips were rushed as they kissed against your neck and jaw. You felt yourself arching your back in a desperate attempt to get closer to him. His one hand moved from your side, down your body, and towards your panties. You thought for sure he was going to touch you - the anticipation even caused you to jolt into Armin’s body, but instead he grabbed at himself. His fingers expertly grabbed at his own crotch, loosening the waist of his trousers.

You couldn’t see anything, but rather felt it as he moved the crotch of your panties to the side and slid himself inside. The pleasure that came with his thrusts caused you to see stars as you threw your head back, your eyes nearly rolling into the back of your head.

“Look at me,” Armin grunted out as he continuously thrusted into you, “I want you to look at me.”

Immediately after your eyes took sight of the thing in front of you, you wanted to look away. Armin could see the fear in your face as you took in the sight of the real demon you had summoned. He had long, curling ebony horns coming from his temple, dark scarlet eyes that were fixated on you, but he still had Armin’s milky white skin and freckles across his button nose - it was as if the demon had been fighting between being himself and being who he truly was, as if he were fighting back the imagery of Armin himself.

Even as this distorted version of the boy you loved for all of these years, you still felt safe underneath him. You gently reached up to his cheek, fighting every fearful nerve in your body. You moved your fingers against his soft cheek, running your fingertips under his eyes and over his cheekbone.

Armin was smiling when he first saw your widened and scared eyes. He found enjoyment in the way you had squirmed underneath him, trying to run away from the monster you had mistakenly summoned into your own apartment. But, your gentle touch reminded the demon just how kind humanity could be when they weren’t being stupid.

Your eyes were no longer hard and full of worry, but rather loving and soft, and it reminded the demon that maybe humans weren’t little play things, maybe some humans were deserving of kindness. The thought itself sent him over the end, and with one final thrust into you, he let go of his side of the bargain, the side that these dumb little girls never realize is a mistake until it’s too late.

“Armin,” You breathlessly called out his name as your body released all over his cock.

“Sure, darling,” Armin whispered sarcastically into your ear, “Whatever helps you sleep better at night.”

Maybe some humans out there were deserving of kindness and peace, but he didn’t think you were one of them. You only cared for him because he looked enough like Armin to confuse your delusional mind into thinking he actually was the boy. It was cold hearted manipulation, and the demon had to applaud you for it, he would’ve done the same thing in your position. And, he even hoped that in nine months when your belly was fully formed and his offspring was desperately clawing its way into the world, that you’d keep that same delusion - it’s easier to believe the little blonde baby was the child of a human boy rather than a Prince of Hell you had summoned to come fuck you.

Whore-O-Ween pt.2

Day 1 (October 27):

Holy (Jean x Reader) - after a late night visiting a priest, you are given a present from God

Day 2 (October 28):

Lookalike (Pieck x Reader) - while skinny dipping by yourself, your girlfriend comes to surprise you

Day 3 (October 29):

Bite (Sasha x Reader) - after a year of peace, you were suddenly dragged back to a past nightmare

Day 4 (October 30):

Watcher (Armin x Reader) - when you invite a creepy neighbor into your apartment, you find a reason to like him

Day 5 (October 31):

Devour (Eren x Reader) - after a hard day of work, you run into familiar and safe arms

Ahh, everyone say “happy one-month birthday” to my page! 🥳 I know it hasn’t been long, but I am so happy I decided to start this page and posting my works in general! Thank you for all of your support and here is to many more birthdays on this page! ❤️

For Halloween I will once again be doing my own version of Kinktober for just five days, I’ll be releasing a one-shot everyday leading up to the 31st! Each one-shot (~ 2.1k words each) will describe a different character from AoT as various mythical creatures...

Below is the order in which each one-shot will be released from 10/27 to 10/31 of 2022:

***these one-shots will contain dark content***

(If you wish for the order and creatures to be a secret, then keep scrolling!)

Thursday 10/27:

Jean the Angel: a spiritual being believed to act as an attendant, agent, or messenger of God

Warnings: Blasphemy, Very Religious Mindsets, Vaginal Penetration, Creampie, Breeding Kink

Friday 10/28:

Pieck the Selkie: mythological beings capable of therianthropy, changing from seal to human form by shedding their skin

Warnings: Con-Noncon (human guise), Thigh-Riding,  Slight Degradation, Unintentional Cheating

Saturday 10/29:

Sasha the Vampire (pt.2): a corpse supposed, in European folklore, to leave its grave at night to drink the blood of the living by biting their necks with long pointed canine teeth

Warnings: Fingering, Descriptions of Trauma, Nonconsensual Biting

Sunday 10/30:

Armin the Stalker: a person who harasses or persecutes someone with unwanted and obsessive attention

Warnings: Cunnilingus, Panty Raiding

Monday 10/31:

Eren the Cannibal: a person who eats the flesh of other human beings

Warnings: TBD

End These Games

Armin x Reader

Word Count: 3.0k

Warnings: fingering, exhibitionism, mentioned masturbation - slight dub con

Summary: Reader has been watching her boyfriend play this stupid game for nearly an hour. She is in desperate need of some attention, but he is still ignoring her. Guess she’ll have to force him to pay attention to her by offering something he could never say no to.

Notes: I got inspired and wrote this in one sitting. Also, I don't know shit about Skyrim but... enjoy!

You never understood what was so intriguing about Skyrim. It was a low quality game about being an adventurer in a dangerous world. It was fun, sure, but not that much fun. It wasn’t fun enough to completely ignore your girlfriend after begging her to come over to your house. Nothing should be that much fun.

You watched from Armin’s bed as his fingers moved skillfully over the keyboard. His screen showed the game as his avatar maneuvered through the snowy woods. He talked into a headset, asking his friends where they were for the fight and where they were going next.

You had been watching your boyfriend for the last ten minutes, your face set into a permanent frown from boredom. You loved seeing him happy, but you preferred when his happiness was tied directly to you. Whether you were making him happy from the thing between your legs or from the words coming from between your lips, you didn’t care. You just loved making him happy.

You disappointedly threw your phone to the bed and slid to the edge. Armin didn’t notice anything in the room had changed, so you continued. You moved to his chair, placing your hand delicately on his shoulder before whispering sensually to him.

“Can I join you?” You asked, sweetly, your voice barely audible to the game-obsessed boy.

“Yeah,” Armin said quickly, moving back on his chair to give you enough room to join him. You grinned before swinging your leg over the boy.

He was used to you joining him while he was gaming, but never like this. He was used to you sitting on his lap, facing the screen and watching him play. You would even flick his fingers during stressful battles, much to his opposition. You would laugh as he playfully cried out, trying his hardest to keep his avatar alive on the screen, fighting battles with both you and the enemies from the game.

But, you now sat on him backwards than what he was used to. You straddled him, your chest close to his as you snuggled your face into the crook of his neck. He had his arms around your body, his fingers still moving across the keyboard. And, your arms were pressed in between your’s and his chests, bent at an awkward angle.

He continued to play, despite his initial confusion. He still talked to his friends through his headset and moved his avatar around the map. You thought sitting on his lap would be enough to calm your anxious heart, but you needed more from him. You didn’t like sharing your boyfriend’s attention with an inanimate object.

Inanimate objects couldn’t compare to you, they couldn’t make him as happy as you could.

“Armin,” You whispered into the soft skin of his neck.

“Yes, baby,” He said into the side of your head, giving a single peck to the hair above your ear.

“Remember when we first met?”

Armin smiled to himself because of course he remembered the day he met you. It wasn’t too long ago, but even if it had been a hundred years ago, he would have remembered it like it had been yesterday. He felt pity looking back on a version of himself that didn’t know true happiness yet, but he also felt warm and fuzzy remembering a time when everything you two did was new.

“Yeah,” Armin said with a grin, “I remember.”

The first time you had met Armin was purely accidental, a series of fateful events all leading towards the love of your life. You were invited to the event because of your close relation to Sasha, since you helped her study for her chemistry final exam. She wanted to pay you back for helping her get a good grade, so she invited you to Eren’s apartment for a small get-together.

At said get-together is where you met Armin.

You were awkward at first, sitting on Eren’s couch as they all played games on the tv. Sasha offered you excessive amounts of alcohol, to which you mostly accepted. Then, you drunkenly talked to everyone in the room, finally finding your way out of your own shell.

You made your way to Armin, the one person in the room you wanted to talk to more than anything. Ever since you walked into the spacious apartment, you found your eyes drawn to the blonde boy. You wanted to hear anything he could say. You wanted to be near him, you didn’t have to touch, just to feel his presence was enough.

That night made you certain that wishes came true. You talked endlessly with the boy - about anything and everything - and you even got his number before he dropped you off at your apartment. He went home thinking about you and you went home thinking about him.

It was the beginning of a cliche love story, and you liked that. You liked the boy so much that you even thought about him for the rest of night, with your hand in your pajama pants and panting breaths escaping from between your lips.

You leaned back from the boy, making eye contact with his blue eyes. You took in the sight of his up-close face, something so familiar yet so extraordinary at the same time.

“I think about that day a lot.” You smiled tiredly at Armin.

“Oh,” He said with perched eyebrows, “Why?”

You had directed the conversation to exactly where you wanted it. He was exactly where you wanted him to be. The prey making his way to the predator’s trap.

Your cheeks flushed and you looked away, feigning shyness, “No, it’s embarrassing.”

“I doubt it is.” Armin grinned. “Just tell me.”

“You promise not to make fun of me?” You tilted your head, smiling like a schoolgirl. Armin nodded, his mind no longer occupied on the game behind you. He’d rather talk to you anyway. “I have to hear you promise.”

“I promise I won’t make fun of you.”

Your grin was now gone, along with your feigned innocence. You leaned closer to the boy, your chest now flush against his own. Your hands found a new home on his sides, your fingers grazing over his ribs, feeling every bump under your fingertips.

You leaned your mouth to his ear, whispering sensually, “I masturbated to the thought of you that night. After meeting you, it hurt me, just how badly I need you - it hurts.”

Armin’s entire body fell into shock. His stomach tensed under your hands and his breathing came out ragged and broken. His lips were parted slightly, letting his breaths escape.

You knew him well enough to know what was going through his head. You knew he imagined the imagery you set before him. You knew he was thinking about you, lying all pretty on your bed, one hand down your pants and the other covering your eyes. As if you were ashamed to be unknowingly aroused by the idea of him being inside you.

He thought about the desperation in your voice as you confessed to him and he was suddenly hyper aware of your hands on him. You were so close to him, situated on his lap in the perfect position for him to hump up into the air and touch something. Something he suddenly needed as well.

“Oh,” Armin's voice came out as a whisper, “You did?”

You bit back your smile, “Yeah. I still think about it to this day. When I’m lonely. When you’re busy with class. I just think about you, and what I’d let you do to me.”

“And what would you let me do to you?”

Snap. The trap closed around the prey, much to the predator’s delight.

You looked intently into his eyes, “Whatever you’d give to me, I’d take it all.”

Armin’s thigh twitched at the sound of that. He thought about how many inches separated his cock from your entrance. And, his heart rate accelerated when he realized that it was only a few inches, maybe two or three. It would take one strong move and he could finally hear you moan out for him. But, he instead decided to work slowly.

One of Armin’s hands suddenly came to your arm, not even the slightest bit interested in the avatar running around a seemingly empty village behind you. He had his fingers wrapped gingerly around the plush of your bicep.

“Seriously,” Armin asked innocently, “You’d take anything?”

“And everything.” You stated with a glint of desperation in your voice.

Armin moved his arm under your own, his fingers now resting on your hip. You felt your chest tighten with the movement. You knew where his fingers were headed, and your heart couldn’t take the suspense of the moment.

“And,” Armin asked with a curious tilt of his head in your direction, “When do you want me?”

“All the time,” You whispered back to the boy.

It was exactly what he wanted to hear. He dragged his hand along the soft skin of your thigh, fingers digging into the skin and leaving temporary indents.

“And,” Armin said while he watched your eyes intently, “Would you let anyone else touch you this way?”

“No,” You said, “Only you. I only want you.”

Armin loved the thought of you subconsciously comparing everybody else you’ve ever been with to himself. And, he loved knowing they could never come close to him at the top of your mental list. He could even die happy knowing you would never leave him because you know that nobody would ever make you feel the same way. It didn’t matter how he treated you - though he treats you amazingly - he could destroy you mentally and you’d still come crawling back to him at the end of the day.

Armin brought his hand under the opening of your sleep shorts. His fingertips now played with the lacy fabric of your panties underneath. Even physical contact close to where you wanted it caused your core to throb desperately for more.

“Kiss me.” Armin demanded, insinuating a trade with his words. With every good kiss you gave, you’d get something you want in return.

So, you leaned forward and kissed your boyfriend. Your body moved closer to him with each second of the kiss, your back arching and your chest brushing up against his own. Your fingers, still on his sides, now dug into his skin, your nails leaving behind shallow marks to his soft skin.

The room, once filled with the sound of Armin’s mindless conversations with his friends about dragons and taverns, was now filled with the sound of lips smacking together desperately. You then pushed your tongue into his mouth to which he whined hopelessly onto your lips.

Armin’s hand made its way over the lacy panties under your shorts. His fingers brushed against your clothed core. Your boyfriend’s body lit with satisfaction at the knowledge of just how wet you were from only kissing him, sitting on his lap, and talking about how much you needed him. The wetness was already on his fingers, soaking through the thick fabric of your panties.

His fingers brushed the sensitive spot that needed him most and you moaned quietly to his mouth. His lips ate every whine you gave while his fingers brushed further into the sensitive area.

You moved closer to the boy as your hips tried to get even closer to him, desperately bucking into his hand as he teased your entrance. Despite the lack of space between you two already, you tried to connect further to both his body and hand. You wanted to feel everything he felt, you wanted to feel his body heat on top of your own.

Armin had now completely forgotten the game behind you. He wasn’t bothered by leaving his avatar in the middle of a random tavern that his friends had decided to meet up at. And, his friends weren’t bothering him through the headset, instead they all sat quiet on the other end of the call, patiently listening for your moans.

You didn’t know about the boys’ interest in your moment with Armin. And, Armin was too deeply indulged in you that the thought of muting his end of the call never crossed his mind. The boys’ made sure to mute their own ends though, right when they heard you say that first sentence of masturbating to the idea of him. They were sure the moment would progress and nothing was better than free porn, especially when the free porn was moaning so desperately into their ears.

You bit your lip, trying to quiet down your panting breaths, “Can you touch me more?” You whispered the words onto Armin’s lips. “I wanna feel you inside me.”

Armin nodded against your face, his lips finding yours before doing as you pleased. His fingers slipped past the wet fabric of your panties, pushing them to the side. His calloused fingers brushed the soaked area under the panties, dragging out a mostly quiet moan from between your lips.

“In, in,” You said desperately to his mouth, “I want them in.”

Armin smiled against your lips, “Be patient.”

You nodded and felt as his fingertips brushed delicately against the area. His fingers teasingly played with your throbbing core, only making the wetness problem worse. His middle finger leaned up towards your entrance, using the collected slick to enter without much trouble at all.

You let out a high pitched moan at the feeling of something being inside. You lazily kissed Armin’s mouth, leaving wet kisses down his jaw, neck and onto his collarbone as a silent thank you. He openly accepted the gratitude, moving his head up to allow more kisses.

You brought your hips further down, widening your straddle as best you could on the small desk chair. You opened yourself further, hoping the boy would get the memo of how badly you needed a second finger in with the first without you having to say it out loud. But, you knew Armin better than anyone, and you knew he loved to hear your hopeless pleas even if he knew what you wanted already.

“Please,” You whispered into the skin of his neck, “More.”

He listened to your pleas this time, whether because you asked so nicely or because he truly wanted to give you more, you were unsure. But, the logistics of the situation became irrelevant when he pushed the second finger into your entrance. You felt the pressure of the fullness of both fingers and let out a soft moan into his hair, trying to muffle the noise.

“I wanna hear you,” He said as he pushed the two fingers in and out of you, “If you want me to continue, tell me.”

“Please,” You cried out to him.

He loved seeing you so desperate. He loved watching just what a small part of his body could do to you. Whether it be his fingers or his tongue or even his half-hardened cock pressed against your ass while you make breakfast. He loved hearing just how badly you needed him, and only him.

You normally try to stifle your moans, hoping not to disturb a silent peace in the room. But, when Armin told you he wanted to hear you, he meant it as a bargain. If you were loud and desperate for him, he would give you something to be loud and desperate about.

And, loud and desperate was exactly what you were. You pushed your hips into his hands, trying to suck his fingers up further than what he was allowing. You let go of that mental filter in your mind and let your moans come out as they came to your throat. You sent each whine into the sensitive skin of his neck, to which he proudly continued pumping his fingers in and out of you.

The lewd noises coming from beneath your shorts could be heard throughout the entire room and even through the headset. The boys on the other end heard each squelch of your pussy, and mentally stored the sounds in their own heads. They could also hear your moans, and your desperate curses as Armin curled his fingers inside of you, finally letting his fingers hit your sweet spot.

“Armin,” You whined his name out, “I-I’m-”

“You gonna come, baby?” Armin’s voice asked sweetly, contrary to the crude words he had spoken. You nodded your head fiercely against his neck, in silent response to his question. “Then, come.”

And with that final word, you let yourself release on his fingers and in your panties. He rode out your high, letting his fingers stay put for a few moments while you tried to catch your breath against the skin of his neck. You gave the boy sweet kisses to the soft skin, silent thank-yous for what he had done for you.

“Baby,” Armin whispered as he pulled his fingers from under your shorts.

“Mhm,” You mumbled against his skin.

“Want me to fuck you?” His voice was once again sweet for such a crude question.

Your eyes snapped open, “Right now?”

You lean back and look at the boy in front of you. His blue eyes were darkened with a newfound lust from your shared moment. And, you could see he was smiling innocently, despite having just pushed you to climax only a few moments ago.

“Yes,” Armin said, “Right now.”

You nodded before nearly throwing yourself from the desk chair and off of his lap. On your way back to his bed, you ripped your shirt and shorts off before throwing yourself on top of his comforter. Once on the bed, your panties and bra made a dramatic exit as well, sliding off of your legs and arms.

Armin rose from the chair and quickly ripped the headset from his head. With the force of throwing his headset, they unplugged from the computer, much to his friends’ disappointment. Armin walked towards you, taking his clothes off as well and letting them mingle with your own on the floor. He then joined you on the bed, pulling you against him in one swift move and kissing you passionately.