Lookalike - Pieck

would you ever do a part 2 to armin’s “forbidden” fic? :0

id totally be down for writing that someday,,,,,, dilf armin is an addiction

Masterlist

Shows:

Attack on Titan

Armin Arlert

Fics:

Ruin the Friendship (Armin x Reader x Eren)

1 / 3 S.O.S. - You’re horny and desperate and your normal sneaky link is not picking up his phone. Just when you’re about to give up hope, Armin swoops in and saves you.

2 / 3 B.R.B. - After your study date with Armin, a new opportunity comes unexpectedly knocking at your door.

One Shots:

End These Games (Armin x Reader) - You weren’t expecting Armin to be that interested in his video games - Guess you’ll have to give him something else to focus on.

Forbidden (Dilf!Armin x Reader) - You’re a babysitter for the Arlert family and Mr.Arlert shows you just how much he appreciates your company.

Eren Yeager

Fics:

Ruin the Friendship (Armin x Reader x Eren)

1 / 3 S.O.S. - You’re horny and desperate and your normal sneaky link is not picking up his phone. Just when you’re about to give up hope, Armin swoops in and saves you.

2 / 3 B.R.B. - After your study date with Armin, a new opportunity comes unexpectedly knocking at your door.

One Shots:

Bad Idea (Eren x Reader) - Eren’s always had an addiction to staring at you, and you’re finally finding out why.

Jean Kirstein

Fics:

The Worst Wingman (Jean x Reader)

1 / 3 Dust and a Goddess - Jean has been your wingman for the last few months, but it’s becoming very clear that he sucks at his job - maybe because of some unknowing ulterior motives.

2 / 3 Tiger’s Eye and Gold - This is Jean’s last chance to be your wingman, and if he fails, you’re writing guys off altogether. But, now you realize he may be deliberately failing. 

3 / 3 The Lovebirds - Finally you’ve found the one you’ve been looking for, and honestly how could you be so blind for so long.

Sasha Braus

One Shots:

Slumber Party (Sasha x Reader) - You and Sasha have been toeing this line of becoming something more and one last sleepover finally pushes you both over.

High Tide (Sasha x Reader) - On the beach, a lifeguard’s got her eye on you.

Holiday Specials:

Whore-O-Ween Week - 7 days of spooky (and smutty) monster experiences! (2021)

Whore-O-Ween Week pt.2 - another week of spooky (and smutty) monster experiences! (2022)

Holy - Angel

(Jean x Reader) - Word Count: 2.2k

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

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

Extra Notes: Kicking off the Halloween countdown strong with some angelic Jean! Also, for all of the Fleabag fans, this is lightly inspired by the Confessional scene in season 2!

You were used to the church being quiet at this time of night, it was unusual to see anyone awake at midnight and especially seeing them inside praying. But, this was the only time you liked to come here; you’d show up on Sundays, Wednesdays, and almost every Friday and Monday at midnight.

The large wooden front door of the church creaked as you pushed it open. You leaned your entire body weight into the door, slowly moving it to rest in its normal spot for Wednesdays and Sundays. It’s only completely open all day when there's a service, but just because it’s shut doesn’t mean you can’t come in and pray - that’s something the priest had always told you since your first day here.

Your shoes clicked against the hard mahogany wood flooring underneath you. You walked down the main aisle of the church, passing the pews you normally sit in during sermons. You tended to choose the pews towards the back, not wanting to impose on the other churchgoers - the only person here nice enough to make you feel welcome has always been the priest. Everybody else gave you weird looks for showing up alone when you used to come every week with your husband.

You finally made it to your destination, the large mahogany confessional stood high in front of you. You pulled back the curtain for the left side of the booth and immediately kneeled on the small step stool in front of the small iron grate separating you from the priest. You took a deep breath before bringing all of your sins to mind, readying yourself for the next conversation.

This definitely wasn’t your last time in this exact position and place, and definitely wouldn’t be your last time either. Every week you tried to confess, same day, same time, same priest, same church. You enjoyed routine and you liked to believe maybe Father Jean liked it as well, always knowing you’d make your way here eventually every single Friday night. You took a deep breath before beginning the same routine of the night.

“Bless me Father, for I have sinned.” There fell a moment of silence in which you knew the priest was basking in as well as yourself. “It’s been a week since my last confession.”

You started talking about all of your sins within the last seven days. You spoke of the time you saw your ex-husband at the grocery store the other day, and how you had wished you had the nerve to speak your anger - but you didn’t. You also spoke of the time your mother called and you purposely ignored the ringing because you didn’t feel like talking at the moment - but you did call her back later. And, you spoke a bit too long about the large chocolate cake you bought and ate all by yourself alone in your living room last Saturday night.

After minutes and minutes of confessing every moment within the last seven days where you felt minorly sinful, you ended with an apology. You always ended with many sorrys said to the priest. Sorry for wasting your time, and thank you for being here for me. Sorry for always sinning and thank you for always blessing me despite my sins. Sorry for stealing your sleep on a Friday night, and thank you for always being available when you are available.

Your routine for every Friday night at midnight in this same confessional, with this same priest, in this same church was down to the T. You wouldn’t be surprised if there came a time when you would confess the same sins, constantly, every week. Now, in the routine, all that was left was Father Jean blessing you and you going on your merry way back home.

“That’s all of your sins?” Father Jean asked after a moment of letting your confession truly settle in the air between you both. “You have nothing else left to say to me right now?”

You nodded even though you knew the priest couldn’t see it, “Yes, that’s everything I can think of at the moment.”

“Not even masturbation?”

The question shocked you to your core. You didn’t even like saying the m-word and here was your priest saying it to you, asking you if you have participated in the act. You wondered why he’d even ask such a thing, did he believe you were lying about your sins?

“No, no no no, of course not, Father.” You felt like crying, pleading with the priest to know that you would never leave a sin out of your confession and you would never lie to him. “I have never done that, never.”

“Wow,” Father Jean spoke as if he gave up completely, “You’ve never even masturbated, you really are a saint, you know that, right?”

“I,” You attempted to speak, but only air came out of your mouth. You thought maybe it was a good sign you were breathing, at least now you knew this whole conversation was real. “I, uh, I think it’s a little sacreligious for you to compare me to a saint when I’m not.”

Father Jean giggled breathily on his side of the confessional. You heard him smack his hand against his leg, as if he were physically giving up on this conversation. You felt guilty for making him feel this way, you now wished you had masturbated at least once so you could help him through this conversation - maybe he wouldn’t be so upset if you had done something that sinful in your life just once.

But, you never had. You only had sex with your husband a handful of times before he divorced you a year into the marriage. And, even then, you had been persistent on waiting to have sex for the first time until after your wedding day. Before then as well, you always swallowed the urge to touch yourself, never wanting to give into sin.

“I’m sorry,” You pleaded to the priest, “I can- I can touch myself if you want me to!”

“No, no no no.” The wood creaked on the other side of the wall in front of you, it sounded like Father Jean was walking around on his side of the confessional. “I don’t want you to do that, I just- I have never met somebody like you before, you know that?” The curtain on his side sprung open quickly, you looked toward your curtain, wondering where he was going. Outside of your curtain, you heard him speak. “You’re special, you deserve a special reward.”

You blinked at him, dumbfounded, “Father, what do you mean, what are you saying?”

The curtain in between you and the priest slammed against the wall beside it and you stared up at Father Jean. You were still on your knees in front of him, looking up at him with large and delicate eyes. He could see your innocence in your face, he could see how sinless you lived and yet how guilty you felt for every normal feeling you had. It was amazing to him to see someone so much like himself.

“I’ve been looking for somebody like you for quite a long portion of my existence.” Father Jean shook his head as he examined you in front of him. “And, I have never met anyone as holy as you are. I want to reward you, God is allowing me to reward you, if you accept his reward.”

You nodded quickly, “Yes, of course I accept. I accept anything God will give me.”

“Then, stand up for me.” You did as he said, and stood on your feet. You had to look up at Father Jean at this distance, you had never been this close to him. You always knew he was tall, and you had always heard the other members speak of his height, but you had never had the chance to witness it yourself so closely. “And, kiss me.”

Your throat had gone dry, you had to admit you had found yourself imagining kissing Father Jean many, many times - he’s the most handsome man you had ever seen. But, you never thought it become a reality, you knew priests couldn’t marry, so you assumed sex was not an option for them. Hearing your priest tell you to kiss him made you want to question his celibacy, but you also didn’t care so much, he didn’t have to tell you twice - you have wanted to kiss him for as long as you’ve known him.

You leaned forward and kissed him, swiftly landing your lips on his lips. You had never kissed anyone other than your ex-husband, and you had to admit that kissing somebody else was a whole new experience for you. And, you had to admit you liked it, you liked it a lot - and part of you even missed these intimate moments with your ex.

Your body was suddenly flush against Father Jean’s, and you weren’t sure if this was your doing or his. His body was not only pressed against your own, but now he was backing you up, back into the confessional. You moved your lips from his mouth to give yourself just enough space to talk.

“Father,” You whispered against his lips, “Where are you-?”

The priest sushed you quietly, “It’s okay, just trust me, okay?” You nodded while your lips still grasped for his, not wanting to stop kissing him but still curious in his plan. But, you did trust him, you trusted him with every ounce of your soul.

Father Jean backed you against the mahogany wall and you picked you up so your legs could wrap around his waist. You gasped as he pushed your back against the wall enough to only need to hold you up with one hand. He used his now free hand to unbutton his black slacks.

The new angle you were at forced your dress to be pushed up to your waist, and now his free hand scrambled for your panties. You tried to speak, but all that came out was a mess of breathing and syllables.

“Fa-fa-fath-er” You spoke through breathless gasps.

The priest shook his head, “Don’t worry, God has a plan for you and this baby, he’s going to be very special.” Father Jean moved your panties to the side, pushing his dick inside of you in one swift movement. You would’ve been more impressed by his pure muscular strength if you weren’t preoccupied by his whole cock inside of you.

The feeling of being with Father Jean felt so much better than being with your ex-husband, it felt holy oddly enough. You felt like you were floating rather being held up by the priest’s muscular arms, and you could swear - in your lightheaded state of pleasure - that there was an odd golden glow around the both of you. The golden glow made you think that maybe God himself was here to witness this moment, and that thought made your eyes flood with tears. You always knew God was real and active in your life, but this was the first moment you felt reassured by that feeling.

Tears streamed down your cheeks as gripped onto the back of the priest’s shirt. You could feel that Father Jean had some odd bumps on his shoulder bones, they felt like long linear scars meeting at a point at his ribs. You were curious about what these marks were caused by, but not enough to open your mouth and attempt speaking - and you were sure if you had opened your mouth, nothing but moans would come out.

You suddenly felt as Father Jean’s abdomen tightened against your stomach, and even though you had only had sex a handful of times, you knew what that meant. You leaned in close to the priest, bringing your mouth up to his ear and whispered sweetly to him.

“Come inside of me,” You begged, “Please, Father.”

You didn’t have to say much more than that before Father Jean was releasing himself inside of you. You and the priest sang a chorus of moans as you felt yourself get filled up with his warmth. You wanted Father Jean to fuck you again and again and again, knowing that eventually you’ll be filled up with as many children as he wants for however long he wants you.

The priest set you back on the ground gently and your legs wobbled as they hit the ground. You felt like a newborn deer just learning to walk for the first time and you looked at it as well when you tried to leave the confessional without the priest’s assistance. Father Jean helped you to a pew and sat down beside you, placing his hand gently on your arm before speaking softly to you.

“I’m glad you have accepted God’s gift,” Father Jean said, “He will be pleased to know one of his children is walking the Earth, continuing his legacy for him.”

You nodded, confused but not in the mood to ask questions. You’d ask him some other time, you’d ask him about God’s gift to you, what he means, why he’s doing this, and when you can do it again. You also wished to ask the priest what those marks on his back were from, but just as suddenly as Father Jean had pinned you against the wall, you felt the spirit of sleep dawn upon you. You rested your head on the priest’s shoulder and whispered to him.

“Okay,” You said in a small voice, one you were unsure if the priest could even hear, “Thank you.” Jean chuckled as you began drifting off into sleep.

Ruin the Friendship - S.O.S.

(Chapter 1 / 3)

Armin x Reader x Eren

Word Count: 4.0k

Warnings: mutual masturbation, phone sex

Summary: Reader is horny and desperate and her normal sneaky link is not picking up his phone. She almost gave up, but right when she decided to go to bed unsatisfied - a beautiful call came through from her personal superhero. Armin was not her first choice and she had never seen him in such a sexual light, but damn, how quickly that would all change. Maybe Eren finally has a worthy opponent in the competition of Reader's heart - or rather the competition of what's between her legs.

Notes: I posted this on my Ao3 first, but I thought I’d post it here too. So, please enjoy!

The ringing seemed to be echoing throughout the entire room. With each second of the unanswered call, you felt your heart rate accelerate in your chest. Your confidence was slowly dissipating from your body as you waited for the boy on the other end of the phone to finally answer the waiting call.

But, nothing.

At least the ringing stopped, but now the echoes of Eren’s voicemail message was vibrating throughout the entire room. You’re sure he’s not sorry he missed the call, and you were even more sure he wouldn’t give you a call back later. Now, he asked you to leave a voicemail for him.

What would you say in the voicemail if you had the confidence to leave one? Would you tell him the truth of why you were calling him at 11 PM on a Saturday night? How would that even sound?

Hey, Eren. Uh, it’s me again. Just ignore the other missed calls, I’m just super lonely. And, I tried texting you, but I’m assuming you’re with another girl or you’re at another frat party tonight. Anyways, I just thought I should let you know that my vibrator broke and now I’m horny and too drunk to go buy a new one. Honestly, if you have the time, please just come by my apartment and blow my back out. Thanks. Call me back later. ‘Cya.

He would get that damn message printed out and framed if you ever left that voicemail for him. He would never let you forget the desperation and neediness in your voice with each word you left for him. He would play it on repeat every night when he was by himself and just as horny, thinking to himself about how good he makes you feel.

If you left that voicemail for him, you would definitely lose the game. The game of sleeping with each other until the other confesses that they have real feelings for the other. He would take your words as your secret love confession for him, and he would win. You couldn’t let that happen, even if it killed you.

You ended the call before the beep, denying yourself the embarrassment of leaving a needy voicemail. You looked at your phone, scrolling through your endless contacts of other people who would drop everything to come over and fuck you. But, no matter what name your mind decided on, they all couldn’t compare to Eren. That was the only downside of having the best sex of your life with one person, because then you’ve peaked and there’s no longer the option of going back to anyone else.

You slammed your phone into the couch cushion beside you and grabbed the remote from the coffee table. You skipped through movies in one hand and brought the entire wine bottle to your mouth with the other. Getting wine drunk was fine on a Saturday night, as long as it wasn’t getting in the way of your education. Because, honestly, you could be way worse.

Your phone vibrated beside you, and you nearly dropped the glass bottle in excitement. You grabbed your phone and took in the sight of the caller on your lockscreen.

Armin.

He wasn’t exactly who you were hoping for, but he wasn’t the worst choice.

“Hey,” You sang the word out, trying to hide the obvious slur to your words.

“Hi,” Armin said shortly, “Are you drunk?”

Of course, Armin couldn’t be fooled, no matter how smart you thought the plan was.

“No,” You lied.

“Are you lying?” You could hear Armin’s smirk with his words.

“No,” You lied again.

“You’re so drunk.” Armin laughed, and you were glad he found amusement and not annoyance in your state.

“Sorry,” You said slowly, “I’m just bored and lonely and the wine bottle was calling my name.”

Armin smiled, “I think it was saying, please don’t drink me. Your friend is going to call you later about the group assignment and it would suck if you were drunk.”

Your head hurt from realization, and you furrowed your eyebrows in pain. You forgot about Armin scheduling tonight for time to work on the group assignment for Psych 101. In your defense, he had told you about it on Monday, and never reminded you throughout the week.

“Oh my god,” You said, disappointment obvious in your voice, “I’m so sorry, I forgot about that. I would have ignored the luring song of the wine if I remembered.”

“It’s fine,” Armin said, “Are you sober enough that we can still work on it?”

You shrugged, “Yeah, I’m good.”

Armin began to tangent, and you couldn’t help but drift off mentally. He went on and on about Piaget and Freud and whoever else came to his mind in his rant. You were hardly paying attention, it was like purely listening to a psychology lecture - the one thing more boring than being in psychology class.

“So,” Armin finally ended his rant, “You agree?”

“Uh,” You said as you looked into the wine bottle, assessing how much was left, “Sure.”

Armin perched his eyebrows, “I also think we should smother all children with pillows, do you agree with that as well?”

You took a quick swig and said, “Uh-huh.”

“Pay attention to me,” Armin whined from the other end of the phone, “This is important. It’s 15% of our final grade.”

You rolled your eyes and threw your body back on the couch in annoyance. You didn’t answer Armin’s call because you wanted to talk about boring old men. Instead, you answered his call in the small hope of possibly solving your main problem at the time.

You turned on your side and sat in a fetus position, “Can we just talk about this tomorrow?”

Armin sighed, “You said you weren’t too drunk to work on this assignment right now.”

“Let’s just work on this tomorrow,” You bargained, “You can come over to my apartment and we can stay up until 2 AM working on it.”

“Just don’t be drunk tomorrow, okay?”

You rolled your eyes, “The problem is hardly that I’m drunk.”

Armin was now intrigued, “What do you mean?”

You didn’t want to get into it with him, even though that was the main reason you answered the phone. You didn’t want to ruin the innocence that hung around this boy by being too blunt. Whether or not he was all that innocent, you were unsure. But, he just reminded you of a small Catholic boy who didn’t know women had different genitals than himself for all twenty years of his life.

The more you talked with the boy, the more you hated that initial desire in you. The desire that convinced you to answer the phone and hope for a satisfying conversation. The same desire that almost hoped he would come over tomorrow so you could teach him about a woman’s genitals. It was the same desire that kept you on the phone with him right now.

“Well,” You said, “I tried calling Eren, but he wouldn’t answer.”

He knew the implication of your words, the entire group knew the implication of those words. You and Eren weren’t sly, and you especially weren’t shy around the topic. Eren had talked to all of his friends about you, and you talked to all of your friends about him. So, Armin heard both sides of the story of you and Eren.

“Oh,” Armin said shortly, “I think he went back home this weekend, so that makes sense why he didn’t answer. I wouldn’t take it personally if I were you.”

“He never told me that.” You brought the wine bottle back to your lips and took another swig. “He left yesterday?”

“Yeah, right after his last class of the day.”

You nodded and took longer gulps of the wine out of a sudden new wave of sadness. You didn’t mind Eren leaving, that’s not why you were upset. You hated that he didn’t tell you, that he felt like he couldn’t trust you. You just hated the idea of ruining your friendship with the boy because he’d seen you naked frequently. And, you supposed that that was the only downside to sleeping with your best friend.

“Well,” You said, putting the wine bottom on the table and out of reach, “Now, I’m really screwed.” You smiled to yourself. “Or, I guess I’m not screwed and that’s the problem.”

Armin giggled awkwardly on the other end of the phone, “Why don’t you just - you know?”

“I don’t think I do know.” You smiled mischievously at the coffee table. “Why don’t I just what?”

Armin sighed, “Masturbate.”

“Is that a demand?” You couldn’t hide the seduction in your voice.

“No, no, no,” Armin said quickly and you could nearly hear how his cheeks flushed, “I was just asking, genuinely, why don’t you masturbate?”

“My vibrator broke.” You glanced angrily at the bright pink bullet on the coffee table. “And, every time I watch porn and only use my fingers, I can’t orgasm. It’s like I need to feel something real, and porn just seems too fake.”

Armin nodded silently as your words flooded over him. He couldn’t help the uncomfortability he felt in his pants to your blunt explanation. You normally told him about your sexual adventures that already happened, not sexual problems that he could easily solve. He’s always been a people-pleaser, so of course he’s going to want to help you in your time of need.

“Mhm,” He said quietly, thinking of ways to help you without being blunt himself.

“Sorry,” You said, “I shouldn’t have told you all of that. I know how weird you get when people talk about sex.”

“I don’t get weird!” His voice is quickly defensive, it’s adorable.

You grinned, “You’re doing it right now.”

“No, I’m not.” Armin shifts uncomfortably on his bed.

“Are you a virgin?” The question came out before you could stop it. It was something you had always wondered about him, and the wine in your bloodstream was acting as your liquid courage.

“I don’t wanna talk about this,” Armin said timidly.

“So, you are-”

“I’m not!”

“You’re not?” You knew the answer to the question was either yes or no, but for some reason, you weren’t expecting no.

Armin sighed, “I’ve had sex before.”

You grinned evilly, “Your hand doesn’t count.”

“I’ve had sex with more than just my hand.” The hints of emotions in his voice was complex, it was the perfect mix of annoyance yet arousal.

You moved back up on the couch, sitting on your knees and pushing your legs together. You had had plenty of cat-and-mouse games with Eren, but this was the first time you were the cat. You liked teasing Armin and feeling a certain power in the situation.

“Do you watch porn?” You asked, your voice attempting uninterest.

“Sometimes,” Armin answers slowly.

“What do you mean by sometimes?” You pushed your thighs even closer together.

Armin shifted some more on his bed, “Sometimes, I just use my imagination.”

You smirked into the phone, your heart racing, “What do you like to imagine?”

“Just, stuff.” His voice may have sounded closed off, but you could hear the tint of teasing in his words. Like he was a siren luring you forward with his song.

And, you couldn’t help but take the bait.

“What kind of stuff?”

“People,” Armin said after a moment of contemplation, “Doing things.”

“Well,” You said with a grin, “Aren’t you the King of Discretion?”

Armin breathed a chuckle through the phone, “I’m not trying to be. I just don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“Oh, you won’t.” You traced your fingers back and forth against your bare thigh. “Do you ever think of me?”

You could almost hear the shattering of Armin’s composure. For every moment he was silent, you felt a mix of regret and curiosity. You regretted asking the question so quickly, but you felt curious about his answer nonetheless. So, you stayed on the phone instead of running from your mistakes.

Armin closed his eyes, “Sometimes.”

Your regret dissipated with that one word, “What do I do in your fantasies?”

“Things,” He started but after you stayed quiet, he continued, “Do you really want me to answer that question?”

You smiled, “Yes, and don’t be discreet.”

Silence settled between you and Armin on the phone. You knew this was a rather large step to take in your friendship, and after tonight, it could be ruined forever. But, you didn’t mind ruining this friendship if he didn’t mind as well.

Armin closed his eyes in order to properly see the memories of his fantasies. He imagined a lot of different things, specifically with you. You’d always been so open with him about your sexuality and sex in general. That’s something he’s always noticed and he’s always been comfortable with you because of it.

“Well,” Armin said, relaying the information of his fantasies, “I imagine sitting with you on your bed. We’re usually working on homework of some kind, but the homework gets boring. You put your hand on my thigh and when I look up at you, you’re grinning at me.”

“Mhm,” You said as your fingers slipped under your sleep shorts. Your fingertips brushed delicately over your heartbeat from in between your legs. You tried to get more information from the boy, “Are these fantasies always so innocent?”

Armin’s cheeks flushed as his hand came up to his growing erection. He couldn’t help his physical interest in the conversation considering the seduction in your voice. He wondered if you always sounded like this towards him, or the hints of seduction he was picking up on was new.

“No,” Armin says shortly, “They usually start innocently, though.”

“Well.” You grinned to yourself. “Aren’t you a romantic?”

Armin breathed out a laugh, “Do you want me to continue?”

You nodded your head, “Definitely.”

Armin took a deep breath before continuing, “After you grin at me, we start kissing. Our kissing only progresses until you’re sitting on top of me on the bed and I’m looking up at you. And, you lean down and whisper in my ear some sweet nothings-”

“Like what?” You asked quickly, “What do I say?”

“Just, things.”

You traced your fingers across the slick that had soaked through the fabric of your panties, “What kind of sick things do I call you in your head? Do I call you daddy?”

Armin’s thigh twitched at the sound of that nickname. You had never called him that before in his head, but he made sure to keep it in mind for next time. He made sure to remember the exact way you said the word, like it rolled itself up from where it was hiding down your throat.

“Well, no.” Armin shifted his hips into the sad empty air. “You normally call me sir.”

Your eyebrows rose at that, “Oh, really? You like being in control?”

“I like being wanted.” There’s a moment of silence. “And, being in control makes me feel wanted.”

“Do I make you feel wanted?” Armin didn’t answer, he instead shifted again on his bed. “Do you want me to make you feel wanted?”

His voice came out as a weak whisper, “You can.”

Hearing his desperation for something as mundane as your voice was arousing. It was something he heard on a day-to-day basis, something others couldn’t recognize in a dark room. But, it was all Armin needed to be turned on. You wondered inwardly how many times your voice itself had turned him on before.

You wondered how many times you had been with Armin, whether with others or not, and he found himself getting aroused by your voice. You wondered how many times you had asked him how his day was, or even called him by an endearing nickname and he found himself getting uncomfortably hard in his pants.

“‘Can do what, sir?” Your seductive voice echoed through the phone and Armin groaned deep in his throat from the nickname. He had imagined the sexual scenario loads of times, he had imagined you whispering that one word sensually in his ear loads of times. But, nothing prepared him for the sound of it being real.

“Make me feel wanted.” Armin palmed himself through his sweats.

You were unsure why you were keeping up with this teasing game, but you knew you were going to end it quite soon. It wasn’t your fault you just couldn’t hold out much longer.

“And, why should I?” You whispered the question through the phone, needing his desperation.

“Because I want you,” Armin’s voice cracked with the words, “I want you so bad, it hurts.”

It was all you needed to hear. You pushed your fingers into your opened entrance, moaning loud enough for Armin to hear through the phone. He knew what you were doing, what you were leading him towards, and he couldn’t hold back much longer.

You heard his whiny moans in your ear as he touched himself now under the fabric of his sweats. He pumped his cock at the same rate that you pushed your fingers in and out of your entrance, using the collected slick from the conversation. To feed even farther into this fantasy of his, in order to show Armin how badly you needed him, you knew you had to become submissive.

“Armin,” You moaned, “I wish you were here.”

“Why?” His voice came out sterner than you were expecting, the switch of power dynamics causing a surge of confidence within him.

“I want you in me. I want your big cock to fill me up.”

Armin groaned as he stroked his cock, imagining his hand were yours instead. He could hear every moan you let escape your mouth, and he could hear the lewd noises from the squelching of your pussy. He imagined how your fingers stroked in and out of yourself, thinking of him as he was thinking of you. He had imagined you loads of times, but never have you imagined him back.

You let your head fall back onto the back of the couch, the phone pressed so close to your ear that it dully hurt. You didn’t want to miss a single moan, a single body shift, and a single hitch in the breaths that Armin took into the phone. Every single sound through the phone opened up your mind’s eye for what Armin looked like on the other side.

Your phone vibrated against your cheek, but you barely felt it being so deep in the moment. You could hear little whines from Armin’s side of the call, each of his breaths being a desperate moan of you feel so good and oh my god. You felt your stomach growing tight from the pressure of your climax and his whines only made the pressure grow tighter.

“Armin,” You breathed through the phone, “Are you close?”

He nodded, “Yes, yes-” He groaned- “I’m gonna-”

“Do it,” You said sternly, “And say my name while you do.”

Armin nodded some more, quickly stroking himself to climax. He liked being in control in his fantasies, but in reality, he liked the blatant control you took over him. It was against everything he thought he knew about himself, but he couldn’t think of anything sexier.

Armin came in one long groan of your name, ejaculating on the inside fabric of his boxers and sweats. The sound was sweet and drawn out, dripping with satisfaction. It sounded genuine and real, exactly what you needed.

You felt yourself clench around your fingers before releasing on your hand as you called out for Armin one last time. The slick ran down your hand, on your fingers, palm, and down your wrist. You brought your hand from your sleep shorts, quickly wiping the wetness on your t-shirt. It was gross, sure, but it was your shirt and you were home alone and damn it, you could just take the shirt off and wash it in a few minutes.

There was a new silence settling between you and Armin on the call. You could hear him still breathing heavily, and you sounded the exact same. You just looked around your living room, wanting to say something, but not wanting it to be awkward.

“So,” You said after a long moment of heavy breathing, “Thank you.”

“Yeah.” Armin closed his eyes from embarrassment. “You’re welcome and uh- thank you too. And-and, I’ll see you tomorrow, right?”

You grinned, “Yeah, you can come to my apartment and we’ll work on our project.”

“Cool.”

“Yeah.”

Armin took a quick breath, “Goodbye?”

“Bye.”

“Oh, and-” Armin started, but was quickly cut off by the sound of the call ending. He had ended the whole experience so well, you didn’t want to give him the chance to ruin that. You didn’t want to give him the time to be stupid and vulnerable and emotionally needy.

You weren’t doing this for a boyfriend, you were doing this for an orgasm.

You locked your phone and left it on the couch as you walked back to your room. Your fingers had fucked the sobriety back into you, and your head now pounded from dehydration. You walked around your bedroom, grabbing a towel, new shirt, new shorts, and a new pair of panties and then headed off towards the shower.

You showered, washing yourself of the wetness between your thighs and the memories of Armin’s moans from your mind. They repeated themselves in your head, each whine more desperate than the last. Just the memories of his whiny voice calling out for you made your core throb between your legs until you forced the memories deep, deep down.

After the shower, you changed into your clean clothes and headed back to the living room. You sat down in the same spot you had orgasmed only half an hour ago. You grabbed your phone, thinking of the slight vibration against your cheek in the peak of the call with Armin.

You checked your unread notifications. You saw a waiting text message from Eren and you felt your stomach tense with nerves. It wasn’t cheating - you weren’t dating Eren - but it did make you feel weird having phone sex with his best friend. You had wanted Eren, thinking nothing was better than him, but you found his desperate best friend and went with that route instead.

Eren’s text message read, You called?

You texted back, I don’t need you anymore.

Your message came off as passive aggressive. It was a certain dominance you never had with Eren, but the same dominance that came out in your conversation with Armin. It was strange how quickly you could mold yourself to become what your partner wanted or was used to.

Eren answered a minute later, Oh, really?

You smiled at your screen as you responded, You’ve been replaced, sorry.

The message was read immediately, but a response never came through. Eren left your conversation, ignoring you had said anything at all. It wasn’t like Eren to be easily upset or jealous, so you were sure he only got busy and couldn’t respond at the moment.

You turned away from your phone, looking around the small living room. Armin was coming over here tomorrow, for sure - unless he bailed at the last minute which wasn’t like him. You wondered if you should clean the apartment for him.

What were you thinking? Armin was desperate for you, he’d take you on the floor of a never-before discovered cave from Egyptian times. He would take you in the middle of a sand storm or while you were both drowning in the middle of the ocean. Armin couldn’t care less about what your apartment looked like when you were there - especially if you were there naked.

Not only was he inhumanly horny, but he could bring you to climax only by the sound of his panty breaths and moans of your name. Truly, your friendship with Armin was a huge win-win situation.

Your eyes suddenly moved to the bright pink bullet still sitting prettily on your coffee table. Two hours ago, you were sure you were going to go to bed unsatisfied and horny, but Armin came through as your personal superhero. You may have ruined a friendship, but at least you were going to bed satisfied. You’d ruin anything for a good orgasm.

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

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.

Forbidden

Pairing: Dilf!Armin x Reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: Cheating, Use of the word sir, Fingering, Slightly manipulative Armin

Quick Summary: you’re a babysitter for the Arlert family and Mr. Arlert shows you just how much he appreciates your company

Notes: This was written for @1252291​‘s Forbidden Collaboration! Thank you so much for letting me join the collab, I had so much fun writing this!

You greeted the lovely couple at the door, opening it wide enough for them to slip in amongst their quiet conversation. Mrs. Arlert didn’t give you so much as a hello before she was stomping up the stairs and to her room. Mr. Arlert was nicer than his wife though; he actually offered you a hello as he entered the house and a bit of conversation before offering to drive you home.

He talked to you briefly about the things he normally asked you about; how college was going for you, how the kiddo was that night, what you both had for dinner, and if you were ready to go. It was the same conversation you had with him every Friday night when he brought you over to watch his kid as he and his wife went out for their weekly date night.

Mr. Arlert led you to his car which was parked closest to the door. He was just as gentlemanly as he had been in his youth; he opened the front door for you, led you to the passenger side of his car and even opened that door for you as well. He’s your dream man, through and through, it’s something you realized six months ago after taking the job as his babysitter. He was everything you’ve ever wanted in a man.

As you drove towards your campus, Armin hummed to the music playing from the radio. He didn’t talk much since he had asked all of his regular questions for you at the door of his house. He didn’t have much more to say. So, he sang instead for you, humming the lyrics of most of the songs coming from his car.

You sat silently in his passenger seat. You watched as the buildings passed and the moon followed you and Mr. Arlert through the streets of the small college town. He was driving you back to your dorm building, driving carefully as he passed by drunk students and familiar buildings with your classes inside.

“I actually went to school here as well,” Armin said he passed by the Humanities building on the right, “I was an English major and a Psychology minor, believe it or not.”

You tilted your head towards the man, “A Psychology minor, I can believe - but an English major - I don’t think it suits you.”

Armin smiled at you, “What would you assume my major would be?”

“Something in medicine, probably. You’re just so formal, like a doctor. I could even see you being a physical therapist.” You shrugged at the man. “But, I do know that you teach poetry, so I guess it makes sense that you didn’t major in medicine.”

“Smart,” Armin said as he turned back to the road, “You used your context clues.”

You giggled into your hand, turning back to the buildings passing through your window. Armin wasn’t expecting that noise to come from your mouth, you let out such a lovely little laugh that it genuinely surprised him. He could hardly pay attention to the road afterwards, just looking at you with a new light in his eyes. He didn’t care what he had to do, he was willing to do it in order to hear that giggle come from your mouth again.

You turned towards the campus to hide your grinning face from Mr. Arlert. He kept sneaking peeks at you even though your focus wasn’t on him, he was hoping to catch a glimpse of your beautiful features. He almost didn’t hear you as you spoke, all of his attention focused on your person rather than your words.

“Mr. Arlert,” You nearly whispered into the passenger side window, “I really admire how deeply you and Mrs. Arlert love each other-”

“Oh, don’t.” Armin smiled bittersweetly to his steering wheel. “It’s really not something you should admire.”

You now looked at Mr.Arlert with wide eyes, “What do you mean?”

“We just-” Armin sighed before continuing. “We aren’t as perfect as you think we are.”

“What are you talking about?” Your mouth set itself into a pout as you stared at the man you’ve looked up to for so long. Not only was he an amazing man, he was an amazing father, and an amazing husband. And, to think a part of that was false drove you to a deep sense of sadness, like the feeling of finally meeting your role model and only realizing they were just another asshole in the world.

Armin grinned pityingly at you, “We’re just human, dear.”

You furrowed your eyebrows at Mr. Arlert, confused with how somebody could crush your heart so casually with one sentence. You tried to hide your obvious disappointment with this new information, but it was so hard. Mr. Arlert was such an amazing man, he deserved a more real love - and he, above everything, deserved somebody who could give that to him.

Mr. Arlert drove dangerously slower than the speed limit and he even seemed to keep missing the road leading to your dorm building. It was as if he were successfully buying more time with you - pretending he didn’t know the familiar way back to your dorm, and even getting lost in the mostly abandoned parking lot once he finally found it.

You sighed before eventually turning to Mr. Arlert, “Why do you stay with her then? If you’re only pretending to be happy, then why don’t you leave your wife?”

You noticed a moment too late that maybe the question was a bit much. You were about to take the words back, quickly asking a more appropriate question. But, by the time your mind had thought of a second, better question, Mr. Arlert was already beginning to answer your last question.

Armin turned the car into an empty parking spot nowhere close to the front doors of the dorm building. He put his car into park before finally contemplating the question you asked him. He knew two answers, one answer that was true and the other answer being the one he knew you wanted to hear.

“I don’t know,” Armin answered, “I suppose it’s because-” Armin took a moment to think before continuing. “I guess it’s because I haven’t found the right person. I’m just stuck with my wife until I find somebody worth destroying that relationship for. It’s horrible, I know - I feel awful thinking this way, and thinking of these things.”

Armin ignored your face while he spoke, promptly avoiding the bright new look in your eyes. It was as if the world was coming together in the palm of your hands, like the puzzle pieces you’ve been collecting along the way were finally beginning to make a bigger picture. Mr. Arlert had said exactly what you wanted him to, even inviting you to fantasize about what his words could mean for you.

You said it yourself; Mr. Arlert was an amazing man and he deserved somebody who could give him real love. And, his wife wasn’t that person - he made that very clear, he was only with her because he had no other choice. And, you were sure Armin could find somebody out there in the world as a newly single silver fox. But, you also knew that he didn’t have to look so far for that real love, he could just look in his passenger seat for somebody who could love him unconditionally and indefinitely.

“It’s not,” You said as you gently laid a comforting hand on Mr.Arlert’s shoulder, “You deserve more than what she’s giving you, so nobody can blame you for wanting it.”

Wanting it was an understatement, Armin was practically frothing at the mouth from craving it. He couldn’t get through a single day without thinking about it - thinking about you. Thinking about how sweet your voice is towards him, even after hours of dealing with a child. Thinking about just how hard you giggle at his jokes, a soft laugh that echoes through his mind for hours afterwards. Thinking about just how slick and soft your thighs looked under the hem of your skirt, and how you seemed to play with his imagination when you bent over to pick up a toy in front of him. It was like you wanted him to stare, and like you wanted him to think about the feeling of your hips against his fingertips as he thrusts deeper and deeper into you from behind.

Armin turned slowly towards you, blue eyes sparkling thanks to the street light shining through his sunroof. His eyes watched your face carefully, afraid of missing a hint of discomfort. He wanted to lean into your touch - more than he’s wanted anything before in his life - but he would never allow himself to get closer to you if he knew you didn’t want him to.

“But,” Armin asked in a small tone, “Even if wanting something is okay, is having that same thing okay as well?”

You were suddenly hyper aware of Mr. Arlert’s eyes being glued to your lips. Your mouth was now dry, causing you to incessantly lick your lips, but nothing quite quenched the thirst your mouth craved. Being in this car alone with Mr. Arlert was turning your insides to mush, destroying your composure in front of his very eyes.

“Only if the other person wants it as well,” You said in a quiet voice only to be heard if Mr. Arlert were listening intently, “And I do.”

Armin’s eyes quickly glanced up to your own. His light blue eyes were shining with a new deepness of desire. He never felt this way with his wife - well, maybe once upon a time many, many years ago, but now - he only ever felt this way with you. He felt it from the moment he met you, from the moment you walked through his front door and into his house six months ago. It was like the dying flames of passion were suddenly reignited in his body.

And, he was so grateful that you could reverse what his wife had destroyed. He felt so thankful in fact that he wanted to prove to you how much he appreciates you. For babysitting his daughter, for making intellectual conversation, for wearing that skimpy little skirt you seemed to always be wearing around him - he wanted to show you just how much he appreciates everything you do, so he kissed you.

It was the only form of payment he could imagine, and he rather liked that it benefited himself as well as you. He liked that when he kissed you gently, you immediately pushed your mouth into his lips, only deepening the kiss. And, he liked that when he ran his hand gently through your hair, you moaned against his mouth, making him want to do the action over again and again. And - above everything else - Armin mostly liked that when he whispered how kissing you was wrong when he was married, you immediately answered with a plea for him to continue, swearing up and down that you wouldn’t tell a soul about what happened.

He liked how badly you wanted him, something his wife hasn’t shown him in many years.

Mr. Arlert’s rough hand was no longer in your hair, now instead on your smooth thigh. His calloused fingers moved under the hem of your small purple skirt, spreading your legs when he slid his finger down the crotch of your panties. The movement of his fingers had you moaning against his mouth as he continued to feel your throbbing cunt through the now wet fabric of your panties.

Your breath was hot against Armin’s mouth and it only encouraged him further. He could feel the ghost of a moan on your lips and he craved more. He wanted to hear you really moan for him, moan out in pleasure, moan out his name. He wanted to hear it all, every hiccup in your throat and every plea for him to go harder.

“Mr. Arlert,” You whispered breathlessly against his lips, “I want more, please.”

Armin chuckled to himself, “Mr. Arlert?” Armin leaned back from your face, taking in the sight of your delicate features illuminated by the streetlight above his car. Armin’s blue eyes carefully searched your face with just the ghost of a smile present across his lips. “You make me sound so old, just call me Armin.”

“But, Mr. Arlert-”

“Or,” Armin said with a soft grin, “You can call me sir.”

You raised your eyebrows, “Sir?”

Armin smiled, “Mhm, just like that.”

“Sir,” You mewled the word into his mouth, as Armin kissed you deeper. “Sir.” Between kisses, you whispered to Armin exactly what he wanted to hear. “Sir.” You wanted to please him, you craved to please him and to do so you had to do exactly what he asked of you. “Sir.” You would do anything he asked of you.

Armin practically whimpered into your mouth, “Say it again.”

Mr. Arlert’s hand is still under the hem of your skirt, his fingers brushing against your throbbing core. You could barely get an uninterrupted breath out, nevermind a full word. You were already overwhelmed by Mr. Arlert’s touch. Every graze of his fingertip against your body had you moaning desperately for more.

“Si-” Your word quickly turned into a moan out for Armin as his fingers plunged deeper into your panties. He was kissing you with each stroke of his fingers against your core, collecting the wetness that had settled there. Armin leaned back with a cocky smile against his lips, whispering a demand as he watched you struggle to speak.

“I wanna hear you say it again,” Armin said in a sweet tone contrary to the dirty things his fingers were doing, “Please, baby - if you say it again, I’ll do whatever you ask of me.”

Whatever you asked? Of course you knew he meant in a shorter time frame, but your mind couldn’t help but jump to everything you could ask him. You could ask him to divorce his wife. You could ask him to marry you instead and let you love him indefinitely. Or - you supposed, for now - you could ask him to fuck you dumb in the backseat of his car. But, someday you’ll ask him to dedicate his everything to you, hopefully someday soon if he fucked you well enough.

Armin fingers teased the sensitive skin under the fabric of your panties. He played you like a piano, tipping his finger in, out, and around. Each movement was agonizing and satisfying at the same time, you moaned out for him to do more but he only refused. He was serious about his request and he wouldn’t accept your plea if you didn’t call him sir first - even though he wanted it just as much as you.

He almost couldn’t take it, he wanted to be inside of you but you were taking your time with calling for him. He had to stop himself from talking you through the word, babying you into speaking the way he used to help his daughter. He just wanted to touch you, couldn’t you give him this?

“Say it or-” Armin’s hand started to pull back from between your legs- “I don’t do anything to you.” You quickly grabbed his wrist, keeping his fingers close to your skirt.

“Sir!” You practically shouted the word into his mouth. You just wanted him to touch you and it made your blood run cold to feel him pulling away. “Touch me, please just touch me, sir.”

“That’s my girl.”

Armin did as promised, he did as you asked after complying to his request. He touched you, his hand was back under your panties and dipping his thick fingers into your wetness. It was hard to focus on the praises he whispered between your lips, you were too engrossed by his fingers diving in and out of you under the thin fabric of your skirt.

Armin groaned into your mouth as your fingers dug into his bicep. You pulled his arm closer to your body, causing his hands to follow. You bucked your hips up into his hand as you pulled his fingers deeper and deeper inside of you, hoping he could reach all of the parts inside of you that had never been touched before.

Only Armin could satisfy you completely, not the idiots you’ve given yourself to before.

Mr. Arlert was more experienced than all of those other boys. He didn’t just push himself into you, completely unaware of your own pleasure. No, Armin took his time with you, he moved his fingers in and out of you to the same beat of the song playing quietly in the background.

And when his thick and rough fingers were already deep inside of you, he curled them. The movement brought out a whole different noise from you, more like a cry out for Armin. This noise was surprisingly better than the giggle he heard earlier, and he couldn’t get enough of it or you.

You could feel his fingers bringing you closer and closer to your climax. And he could feel it as well, feel the way your body sucked him into you in more ways than one; the way your entrance pulled his fingers in, the way your hips jutted sloppily into his arm, and the way your face scrunched up in pleasure.

It only took two more strokes of Armin’s hand before the internal band in your stomach was snapping and you were releasing all over Armin’s fingers and the crotch of your panties. You had never felt so empty once Mr. Arlert had taken his fingers from inside of you.

“Mr. Arlert,” You whispered to him once he had turned himself back to the steering wheel, readying himself to leave. You put your arms around him, touching his back and thigh before leaning close enough to say the words. “Do you want me to-?”

“No,” Armin said much too quickly for your liking, “How about we do that next time? If I stay out much longer, my wife will get suspicious.”

You nodded frantically, “Okay - okay, next time - next Friday?”

Armin nodded with a gentle smile, “Next Friday.”

He kissed you once before letting you leave. It was stupid to think that anything more could happen between you and Mr. Arlert - you knew that. But, you couldn’t help but feel giddy as you stepped out of the car and walked off towards your dorm building. You couldn’t wait for next Friday, and - more specifically - the night after babysitting when Mr. Arlert would drive you home.

The Witch

(Pieck x Reader) - Word Count: 3.7k

Creature: a woman who is supposed to have evil or wicked powers.

Warnings: Obsession, Fingering (Giving)

Quick Summary: a suspicious singing voice leads you to an old friend’s house, and you catch up with her. 

Extra Notes: Second day of Whore - O - Ween is here! Enjoy the season of the witch, lovies!

The rain and the fact that you had to walk in it should have been the first sign that maybe you shouldn’t be here. The next sign was the black cat that had crossed your path as you walked up the sidewalk towards the Finger family home. And, the last sign - the most obvious sign of all - was the voice singing in your mind, the voice was beautiful and soft and it sounded just like the girl from your Psychology 101 class, Pieck.

It was the singing that drew you towards the Finger family home. The voice even grew in volume the closer you got to the large house. The voice began as a low hum as you sat in your own apartment across town and was now stuck in a screeching high note that almost gave you a headache as you walked up the porch’s wet, wooden stairs.

Your whole body was shaking either from the cold rain drenching your clothes or from the voice suddenly stopping in your head, now leaving your body feeling a bit empty without it. The rain had covered your clothes and soaked completely through, now laying on your skin and causing chills to form all over your body. You wiped at your nose and face, trying to remove at least a little bit of the wetness off of your skin.

You stood on the Finger doormat, telling you a sweet message of Welcome though you didn’t feel so welcome here. The singing voice was the only thing making you feel you had a reason to be here - but without it, you now felt your entire body telling you to run away. But, you couldn’t move your legs, only your one arm as you reached forward and rang the doorbell beside the front door.

You immediately regretted ringing the doorbell. It was as if you were offering entrance to the house of the Devil himself. You once again felt the overwhelming desire to run far away from this house, just completely ding-dong-ditch the residents inside. You’d be okay with the embarrassment that would come afterwards but only if you got the fuck away from this place right this second, before somebody comes to the door and-

The door opened slowly to a disheveled black haired girl, but you recognized her immediately. You know her from your Psychology 101 class, you’ve seen her around campus, and you’ve heard her voice in your head since this afternoon. Pieck just stared at you standing on her front porch, obviously shocked and out of breath from running down the stairs as quickly as possible.

“You’re here,” Pieck said in an amazed whisper, “You’re actually here.”

You furrowed your eyebrows at Pieck to keep yourself from getting sick all over her front porch. Your stomach was flipping with nerves, or possibly hypothermia considering you were standing in drenched clothes whose coldness was seeping down to your bones. Either way, you knew you needed someplace warm, and if the Finger residence was the only place open then so be it - you couldn’t complain when you were desperate.

“I’m co-cold,” Your words stuttered out from behind your chattering teeth.

“Oh.” Pieck quickly moved out of the way, allowing you entrance into her home. “Come inside and warm up, I’m so sorry I kept you outside for so long - I just, I don’t know what I was thinking.” Pieck watched as you walked past her into her house, and immediately found the lit fireplace in the living room as if it were waiting for you. “I just, I guess I wasn’t really expecting you to be here.”

You sat on the ground in front of the fireplace, “Why not? You were calling for me.”

You knew you sounded ridiculous saying that out loud. You were sure Pieck was just as confused as you were because what the hell did you were calling for me even mean? You knew Pieck had to be confused, which is how you missed the look in her eyes, the look of realization and a sense of silent pride.

Pieck ignored your comment as she draped a blanket over your shoulders, and wrapped you up in the fuzziness. The blanket was thick and warmed you quicker than the fire in front of you could. It was as if the fabric of the blanket had been trapping the fireplace’s warmth and keeping it from you until now.

“Well,” Pieck said from behind and above you, “Do you want something to drink?”

“Do you have the blood of a deer on tap?” You giggled with your joke, unsure of where the words had come from. And, Pieck laughed as well, but her laugh was different from yours. Her giggle was uncomfortable and forced, as if she were only laughing to fill a silence that had grown between you two.

Even though the joke sat in the air for longer than a minute, Pieck never really responded. There was something weird about her behavior, she wasn’t her normal self tonight. This wasn’t the girl you met in your psychology class, it was as if you were talking to her clueless doppelgänger.

Maybe it was that you were intruding. Maybe this is how she reacts when a random girl she hasn’t talked to for months appears on her doorstep in the middle of a storm without any reason as to why she is there, and then rudely waits to be invited into her house. The whole situation is a little weird, so you really couldn’t blame her for not being normal.

“Pieck,” You said softly while keeping your eyes focused on the fire in front of you, “How have you been since I’ve last seen you?”

“How have I been?” Pieck spoke from where she stood in the kitchen behind you. “You mean since psych?”

You nodded slowly, “Yeah, it’s been awhile since I’ve last talked with you, so how have you been?”

“I’ve been fine.” Pieck made herself busy with a cup and pitcher of water in front of her. “I haven’t done much, really.”

Of course you didn’t know it, but Pieck’s words were the truest form of a lie. She had been doing a lot in your time apart, and she hadn’t been fine either. In the seven months since she’d last seen you in class, you had taken up every inch of Pieck’s mind, she couldn’t stop thinking about you in fact. Every second of every day had her wondering what you were doing, what classes you were taking, who you were talking to, and if you were talking about her.

Pieck’s curiosity eventually caught up with her, and she started to get obsessed with the idea of you. She found herself skipping classes to find out where your classes were. She memorized your schedule of the last semester, and would wait outside of your classes for you. She hoped to be noticed by you, maybe even given a friendly hello or a pity wave, but you never gave Pieck any of your time.

Eventually, your attention became Pieck’s goal. She was desperate to be seen, noticed, and liked by you. Following you to classes, befriending your friends, going to the same parties, being in the library at the same time - none of it helped her case, and it only made Pieck more desperate.

And, like many desperate women before Pieck, she turned to something, and someone, a bit more powerful.

She did her research, and a lot of it. She took her time in all of the local libraries she could find. She read as many old books she could find, and watched countless movies on anything that could help her. Pieck’s time and research was never in vain because she eventually found a way to win your affections and attention - she eventually found her saving grace.

It was written in an old book she found in a library nearly two hours from your shared campus. The book flew itself out at her, desperate for her attention the same way she had been desperate for yours. And once she opened the book, it was as if she knew exactly what page to flip to for her answers.

There was no real name to the thing that would help Pieck win you over, only instructions for her. The spell was moderately easy, just build a poppet of yarn, fluff, and sticks, and burn a candle and repeat some specific words - and it was done, you were all her’s.

Sure, Pieck didn’t believe the spell would actually work at first. In fact, she had been sitting in her own guilt and displeasure for the last week and a half. She felt guilty for even being so obsessed with the idea of you to go as far as casting some obscure spell to win your affections. And, she felt displeased that the spell never seemed to work. All the book said was to do the spell and wait for the sure results, but Pieck had major doubts until you showed up on her front porch five hours until midnight.

“But,” Pieck said awkwardly, “How have you been?”

You furrowed your eyebrows at the fire, “Oh, I’ve been good. I haven’t done much either, just going to classes and attempting to hold my GPA up.” You laughed weakly to yourself in a poor attempt of lightening the mood in the house. “But, it’s nice to see you again.”

“Yeah.” Pieck walked over to your side, and handed the water cup to you which you quickly set on the ground. “Why is that?”

You looked up at Pieck, “Why is it nice to see you again?”

“No. Why are you seeing me again?”

You quickly looked back to the fire, “I don’t think you’d understand if I told you.”

Pieck took a seat on the ground beside you. Her brown eyes were focused on you, piercing into your face from where she sat on your right. You tried to ignore her gaze, but it was like a deer trying to ignore the glare of bright headlights coming right at it.

“Tell me anyways,” Pieck said softly, “I’m really interested in what you have to say.”

You turned slowly to Pieck, and upon seeing her eyes, you almost wanted to confess the truth. You wanted to tell her about how you haven’t actually thought about her in months, you’ve seen her at parties and have ignored her to save yourself from an awkward conversation, you’ve even pretended like you hadn’t recognized her name when your friends brought her up during hangouts. But one day rainy day while you’re reading for your upcoming midterms, you start hearing humming and singing in your head which only stops when you’re facing her front door.

None of it makes sense, honestly. It sounds like some bizarre and desperate attempt at saving face. Like, you’re trying to come up with dumb lies in hopes she won’t notice how badly you wanted to be sitting beside her on the floor of her living room. You thought she would never believe the truth, so you instead lied to her.

“I was just wondering how you’ve been,” You said, “So, I thought I’d come over and see you since we haven’t talked in so long.”

Pieck tilted her head towards you, “And, how did you know where I live?”

The magic voice led me here.

“Intuition.” You smiled to yourself. “And, Reiner told me.”

It wasn’t a complete lie, Reiner had shown you this house before and pointed out that it belonged to his friend Pieck. The house was known in town as being the oldest, the creepiest, the most haunted with demonic spirits, and the best one to get Trick or Treat candy from. He pointed the place out and stated it belonged to the Fingers on your way to another friend’s party, and you had even pretended to not recognize the name once he said it.

“Oh,” Pieck sounded disappointed with just that one word, “That makes sense, he does know where I live. But, why did you decide to show up in the middle of a rainstorm? You could’ve waited until tomorrow to catch up with me, I think it’s supposed to be sunnier then.”

Pieck giggled at your desperation to see her, and you felt your face heat up with embarrassment. You didn’t even want to be here right now or ever, you didn’t care to ever see her again after your class together. But it was that damned voice’s fault, if it didn’t annoy you so much or if you were a tad bit stronger, you wouldn’t have been here making a complete fool out of yourself.

“Or,” Pieck continued with a smile, “You could’ve come earlier in the day. You chose the worst time actually, you just showed up right around sunset. You know, people are normally eating dinner around this time, so maybe send a text next time, alright?”

“Then, maybe I should go.” You aggressively pushed the blanket off of your shoulders, and the coldness from outside of it hit you immediately. A chill ran through your body, and you couldn’t keep your teeth from chattering as you spoke. “It-it’s late anyways, I-I should lea-leave.”

“No.” The word flew from Pieck’s mouth. That was the last thing she wanted, she loved that you were here and she was the only person you could talk to in this house. She had your undivided attention, and this was everything she had ever hoped for since the day she met you. “Please don’t leave, I’m sorry I was being so selfish.”

You turned to her with your nose wrinkled, “Are you sh-sure?”

“Of course I’m sure.” Pieck picked up the blanket and thrusted it towards you. You took the blanket timidly, even mumbling a weak thank you. Pieck watched as you wrapped yourself back up in the blanket she chose for you, it made her smile. “I love having you here, it’s nice to see you again - no matter what time or what weather you decide to see me in.”

You laughed loudly, “Even five hours until midnight in the middle of a hurricane?”

“Yes,” Pieck said with a gentle smile, “Even then.”

You couldn’t take your eyes off of her. She was suddenly so much brighter than you ever remembered. In your shared psychology class, she was merely another college student working their ass off for a class they didn’t care for. She was nice - sure - but she seemed plain, mostly wore the color brown, and just never seemed worth your time.

But now, Pieck was a completely different person. She was still wearing brown which was unfortunate, but she was radiating energy like the damn sun. Her smile was intoxicating, and her eyes were looking through the deepest, darkest corners of your being. She was unbelievable, extraordinary, and everything you always imagined her not to be.

“Pieck,” You whispered into the quiet air between the both of you, “Why did you call me here?” The words fell from your lips without you wanting them to. You knew you would never say something like that if you were in control of your own mouth, but something took over your mind, and said the words for you.

Pieck was speechless, and instead stared at you with a wide mouth. Completely unlike you, she couldn’t get any words to come out of her mouth. She wanted to explain to you that she didn’t mean to, but that would be a lie - she completely meant to, and she was selfishly enjoying every moment of your time that you were giving her.

“I heard your voice.” You spoke without thinking properly. “You called me here, you made me come here, and so I came here.”

Pieck continued to stare at you without speaking. She wasn’t sure there was anything she could say. The spell had worked, and she had done the spell. She was too guilty to ever be forgiven by you.

“Why?” You moved without thinking as well as you pushed your hand out of the blanket and placed your palm gently on her cheek. “Why do you want me here so badly?”

Pieck’s breath hitched in her throat once she felt your touch. She closed her eyes softly as her greatest wish was suddenly coming true. She realized long ago that this desire for your attention was much more than a platonic feeling, she needed more from you - she needed everything you could give her, physically.

“What do you want from me?” You leaned closer to Pieck. “What do you want me to do for you?”

Pieck was quiet as she desperately waited for you to lean into her mouth. She wanted to taste you, to feel you, to make you want her the same way she has wanted you for months now. She desired you with every part of her being, and she felt herself melting under your long awaited touch.

“I need you to tell me.” You stopped only an inch from her mouth. “Speak for me, please.”

“I want you to kiss me.”

You almost grinned to yourself before leaning in, it was exactly what you were expecting her to say. You landed a soft peck on Pieck’s lips, and before you could completely move away from her, she was leaning back into you for more. You could feel her desperation for you through her lips, and that alone almost made you want her back - you always loved being desired.

Pieck pulled you into her, and you leaned into her desperate touches, always giving her more. She pulled your shoulder gently towards her, and you pushed the blanket off of your body. She jutted her chin into your shared kiss, and you moved onto your knees right in front of her. She pushed her hand under your shirt to feel the soft skin underneath, and you laid her down softly to the hardwood floor.

You laid on top of Pieck, kissing her passionately as her hands explored your body. She allowed her fingers to touch every inch of you that she had been desiring for months now. Pieck desperately grabbed at your shirt, and you took the hint easily. You sat back on Pieck’s thigh to let her pull the sweater over your head and toss it far away from both of your bodies.

Pieck admired your body with her eyes, making you feel a little uneasy from the amount of attention she was giving you. You tried to giggle to hide the embarrassment you were feeling, but Pieck didn’t notice, she instead ran her hands up your sides and then pulled you back into her for more kisses.

Pieck’s hands were a bit impatient against your body. She felt your skin quickly without a single thought or giving much time to any specific part of you. She was hasty and desperate, and it made you want to take your time with her. You wanted to give Pieck exactly what she wanted from you.

Your hands worked at your side, scrunching her brown dress to reveal more of her legs and hips. You pushed your fingers under the fabric, feeling over the side of her panties and dipping your fingers inside.

“What,” Pieck gasped against your mouth, “I don’t-”

You shushed Pieck, “Let me touch you, please?”

Pieck felt as if she could come from just those words and the gentle way you were touching her hip. She had wanted this for the longest time, and every time she imagined it, she always imagined herself on top. She supposed she always thought she’d be in control of the situation since she was the one who wanted it the most, but she actually prefered where you were leading it instead.

Pieck nodded frantically against your face, “Yes- yes, please, do whatever you want to me.”

“Wow.” You laughed to yourself. “That’s quite a request, but I’ll start with something you can actually handle, how about that?”

You didn’t notice how embarrassed Pieck got from your words, you were too busy focusing on her body instead. You moved your fingers deeper into her panties, and just a simple touch of her sensitive skin was enough to make her buck her hips up into thigh.

Pieck removed her lips from yours, wanting to take in every touch you offered her. She felt as you gently rubbed at her clit on your way to her entrance. Every second you spent in her panties had her desperately moaning for more, and getting wetter which was only making it easier for what you wanted to do to her.

You pushed a single finger into her entrance, feeling the way her walls tightened around that one body part. It was truly amazing how into this moment she could be, she was practically frozen from joy and you had hardly touched her. It was as if she could barely believe everything was happening even while it definitely was happening.

You pushed a second finger into her, interested to see how the girl would react. She dug her nails into your back from the new touch, desperate to hold onto something solid when she was feeling like liquid underneath you. Her body was taken over by pleasure as you thrusted your fingers into her, and even moved your hips with each movement.

Pieck didn’t need much of anything from you to orgasm - Hell, she’d turn into an ocean if you just winked in her direction. You had only been a dream to her for so long, and this moment was so much better than anything she could’ve imagined. She wasn’t even surprised when her body released its entire build up only a few minutes into the event.

You weren’t sure why you ignored Pieck’s presence for so long. As she looked at you like you held the moon every night, you realized maybe she wasn’t someone you had overlooked on purpose. You were always afraid of what feelings arose when you caught her staring at you across the classroom, when she laughed a little too hard at your jokes, and when her name was brought up amongst your friends. Maybe ignoring her wasn’t a good idea all of these months because you felt like maybe you wanted this just as much as she did, or maybe even more.

Works in Progress

1: Armin x Reader x Eren: Ruin the Friendship 

(Chapter 2 / 3) 

Current Word Count: 4.4k

You have a study date with Armin and find yourself in a bit of a pickle. You want him just as you had him the night before, but he seems a bit more distant than he normally is. And, right when you’re sure you’ve figured everything out, a big surprise comes knocking at your door - literally. Warnings: Slight Powerplay, Fingering, Vaginal Penetration, Cream pie

2: Jean x Reader: The Worst Wingman

(Chapter 3 / 3)

Current Word Count: 3.8k

After nearly 100 dates with random men from all over campus, you’re finally getting your happily ever after. You’ve found your family, a supportive friend group and wonderful boyfriend - it’s everything you’ve ever wanted from love and now it’s yours. 

It’s a wonderful and much awaited conclusion to a comfort story I always find my mind coming back to.