Ahh, He’s So Beautiful In Your Art Style, I'm In Love 😍 Just Thank You So Much For Bringing Him

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

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

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

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

Thursday 10/27:

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

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

Friday 10/28:

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

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

Saturday 10/29:

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

Warnings: Fingering, Descriptions of Trauma, Nonconsensual Biting

Sunday 10/30:

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

Warnings: Cunnilingus, Panty Raiding

Monday 10/31:

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

Warnings: TBD

tested positive for needing a kiss

The Worst Wingman - Tiger’s Eye and Gold

(Chapter 2 / 3)

Jean x Reader

Word Count: 5.6k

Previous Chapter

Warnings: Mentions of vomiting, Implied sex

Summary: Jean sucks at picking blind dates for you, but at least he’s trying. After one final attempt at finding love at the hands of Jean, he goes on a double date with you and the newest boy he’s thrown onto you. The boy is everything you never knew you needed, and Jean has to push down his growing feelings at the idea of you being happy without him.

Notes: I am not shitting on polpette di cavallo or the consumption of horse meat in general, I understand that it is a popular Italian dish and I was only mocking my ignorance towards the subject! (Plus, I thought it’d be funny to make a horse joke in a Jean x Reader)

Second Saturday

The night air wasn’t chilly, but you stayed by Jean’s side nonetheless. You pressed against his arm, using his body heat to keep yourself warm. And, Jean didn’t mind the close company - he actually liked it when you got close to him, it was the same reason he cuddled with you so often.

You and Jean stood outside of an unfamiliar restaurant, waiting for the last two people of the party to show up and to inform the hostess of their reservation. You normally hated double dates because the other couple always seemed to have more fun than you. But, you felt safe by Jean’s side, you knew he’d go as far as blatantly ignoring his date if it meant he got to have one conversation with you. Maybe that was selfish to think, but you didn’t mind, you’d probably never use him anyways - only keeping him as plan B in a worst case scenario.

But, you surprisingly had faith. Maybe - just maybe - this date will be your last one in a very long time. Maybe you would fall in love with this football player. Maybe you’d marry him and eventually start a family. Maybe you’d make sure to visit this same restaurant every anniversary - a physical monument of where your love had sprouted.

And then, as the years ticked by in your relationship, maybe you’d find yourselves growing sick of each other. Maybe you’d come home early from work and find him fucking his secretary over his desk in his home office. Maybe you’d stay with him, but only for the kids. Maybe - just maybe - you’d be able to ignore the whole affair just to pretend you love him for a few more years until your eventual death.

Oh God, love was exhausting - even to think about. And, it always seemed to end in pain, no matter how in love the couple seemed to be once upon a time.

It was hard to ignore the facts, and the inevitable ending to all things good. It was hard to ignore the over 50% of people who got divorced each year. And, it was hard to pretend you were more deserving of a lifelong fantastic marriage full of love and laughter just because-

“What are you thinking about?” Jean asked with a giggle.

You looked up at the boy, your eyebrows furrowed, “Huh?”

Jean smiled wide, “You look like you’re going to be sick.” He looked around quickly, taking in the sight of the other couples also waiting for a table inside. “Do you want to leave? We can go back to mine and forget this entire night was supposed to happen.”

“No,” You said quickly, “I want to meet him. You went through so much work to convince him to go on this date, why would I throw that away so easily?”

“Not really.” Jean frowned lightly as he looked past you, clearly reliving memories in his head, “I didn’t really do anything, actually.”

It was true, all Jean had to do was show the football player a picture of you and he was in. Jean had started the conversation by asking the football player’s schedule for the next weekend and if he was free for a date that Saturday. At first, the boy continuously refused any date, saying he needed the day to practice before the next game, but Jean showed the boy a picture instead of arguing with his words.

The football player fell completely silent, staring at Jean’s phone with widened eyes. It was hard to say no to a date with you - to put it simply, you were a goddess. The football player continued to stare at the picture of you, taken last Halloween when you and Jean had dressed as a witch and her black cat familiar; you being the witch and Jean being your cat. It was Jean’s favorite picture of you because you showed your candid smile as you laughed at one of Jean’s jokes, instead of your fake smile you saved for pictures.

The football player quickly agreed to the date after seeing the picture. He gave Jean his number, urging Jean to text him the time and place. He’d be there, the football player promised, he wouldn’t miss it for the world.

“Sure,” You said sarcastically, “I’m sure you had to promise him a month’s supply of-” You took a moment to remember what football players liked other than football- “Steroids.”

“Seriously?” Jean asked with a laugh, “Keep the steroids jokes to a minimum when he shows up, okay?” Jean furrowed his eyebrows. “Actually, don’t mention steroids at all when he gets here.”

You sighed, “If it’s any consolation, I was going to say protein powder.” You turned to Jean, slightly tilting your head. “Can I make protein powder jokes when he’s here?”

Jean frowned at you, “I guess-”

“And,” You added with a grin, “Can I make shoulder pad jokes?”

“I suppose-”

“And, can I make football field jokes? Or, is that too much as well?”

“Okay,” Jean said as he threw an arm around your shoulders, “I see what you’re doing.” Jean shoved your face into his chest which had always been his favorite way to shut you up. You inhaled the familiar scent of his clothes, and the unfamiliar scent of a new cologne he wore specifically for this date. “You’re such a smart ass.”

You pushed your head out from between his chest and arm, “You’re ruining my hair, you bastard!”

Jean laughed as he pulled you closer to him, “It still looks great, don’t worry about it.”

“Hey, Jean,” A new voice said from only a few feet away, “And-”

Jean pushed you from his body, allowing you to extend a single hand in the blonde boy’s direction, “Hi, it’s lovely to meet you.” You told the boy your name before he finally introduced himself.

The boy shook your hand with a strong grasp, “I’m Reiner-”

“And, I’m Pieck,” A black haired girl said as she poked her head out from behind Reiner’s broad back. The girl stood in front of Jean and smiled up at him, “And, I suppose you’re my date. Unless she is-” Pieck glanced at you- “Which I’m more than okay with as well.”

“No,” Jean said quickly, “I am.”

“Awesome,” Pieck said with a smile, “Is there a table being readied for us inside or-”

“I have a reservation,” Reiner said, “The table should’ve been readied about ten minutes ago, when we were supposed to be here - Pieck - if you didn’t take an hour just to pick a dress.”

Pieck smiled wide though her words were drenched in venom, “I thought you said you’d stop mentioning that once we got here, Reiner.” Pieck turned to her friend with a tilt of her head. “Am I correct?”

Reiner’s face dropped as well as his stomach, “Of course, I’m sorry, Pieck.”

“So,” Jean said to fill the new silence that had settled, “You all think we should head inside now?”

“Yes!” Pieck said as she ran to Jean’s side, sliding her arm around his and pulling him off towards the front doors of the restaurant. You couldn’t help but pout at their backs as they walked off, noticing how close they immediately got with each other and even the new smile plastered across Jean’s face.

“And,” A gentle voice said suddenly from your left, “‘You ready to head inside as well?”

You looked at the boy by your side and took in the sight of his arm thrusted in your direction. His arm was thick, as much as a football player’s arm is supposed to be. And - if you looked close enough - you could see where his muscle was bulging beneath the fabric of his button down shirt and where the veins of his arms were protruding from within his skin.

You walked inside the restaurant by Reiner’s side, intertwining your arm with his. He talked briefly with the hostess at the entrance, and then walked with you as the group was led to a large table in the back. The table was sensually dimmed and if you were here with only one person, you were sure you would end the night in their arms - the atmosphere was enough to cause your heart rate to accelerate and butterflies to flutter around in your stomach.

You took the seat across from your date, and Pieck quickly took the seat to your right. The night started slowly, a light stream of conversation amongst the four of you. You talked about the general information of each person; their college major, their hobbies, their living situations, their weekend plans, and anything else someone could think of in the heat of the moment.

The night was going swimmingly, you ordered the white wine and a dish going by the name of polpette di cavallo which you hadn’t given much thought to before ordering. It was a smaller dish than what you were originally expecting, a white porcelain plate with a mysterious brown substance surrounding three meatballs.

You pushed your fork and knife through the slightly charred meat, cutting the balls into consumable pieces. You continued to talk with the group and - more specifically - Reiner. You found out more about the boy you were on the date with, from his personal life to his football career to his plans after college.

He was sweet, he was funny, and he always gave you time to speak - continuously asking you questions about yourself.

But, unfortunately for him, you couldn’t take your eyes off of Jean. He talked with Pieck to your right, and you couldn’t help but listen to every word exchanged between the two. Even going as far as cutting into their conversation a few times and answering a question clearly directed at Jean.

“And then,” You said in response to Pieck’s question, “Jean went back to the party to pick Connie up because he finally realized he left him behind!”

Pieck giggled loudly, “That’s amazing!” She completely turned in her seat, now facing you instead of her date. “Then, what happened?”

You leaned closer to the girl, “Then, he called and begged me to meet him at the party.” You grinned wider. “Because, he didn’t want to leave again after going back.”

Pieck quickly turned back to Jean, “Why didn’t you want to leave? Even after Sasha threw that drink in your face?” Pieck then looked back at you. “And, why did he call you to come to the party as well?”

You furrowed your eyebrows at Pieck, “I’m actually not sure-”

Jean shrugged lightly, “I just- I wanted another beer and I needed somebody to drive me home afterwards.”

You turned your gaze to Jean, your eyes lit  with a new fury. That was why he called you that night? For a damn ride, not even for your company? It was always strange to you how Jean could be so casually cruel. He’d speak before thinking and end up breaking a piece of your heart without  noticing - and he did it frequently.

“Seriously,” The word was drenched in hurt as you shouted it across the table at Jean, “That’s seriously all you called me for? You just wanted a ride, Kirstein?”

Jean scratched the back of his neck, “I know you don’t really like drinking so I wasn’t worried about you getting drunk-”

“What do you mean I don’t like drinking?” You thrusted your hand towards your half-full glass of white wine. “I drink all of the time, I’m a real maniac.”

Jean smiled, “Oh, you’re crazy-” Jean leaned on the table, coming closer to you- “I mean, you really are a maniac -  How can you possibly slowly sip white wine at an Italian restaurant?”

And, as quickly as Jean could upset you and break your heart, he could just as quickly mend your broken parts.

You bit your lip to hide your new smile, “I can go crazy-” You leaned towards Jean as well- “Sometimes, I sip from your beers and then I immediately regret it because it’s gross.”

“Oh,” Jean giggled with the word, “You’re wild.”

It was like time had stopped completely - which seemed to happen a lot when around Jean. You were sure it was because he was too beautiful not to stare at, and Father Time helped you by stopping everything altogether. Or, you thought the effect of time stopping was purely psychological considering how deeply you knew the boy. But, whatever the reason, time stopped nonetheless.

You sat motionless, only looking into Jean’s eyes - a color reminding you of a tiger's eye crystal. And - like a tiger’s eye crystal - Jean seemed to radiate confidence and strength, and gave you an unknown balance to your own being. Jean was your second half, a part of you that you hadn’t known was missing. He was like the second half of an undone puzzle or-

“How’s your-” Reiner said, suddenly breaking the moment between you and Jean- “Your- uh, po- polpette-”

“Polpette di cavallo,” Pieck finished Reiner’s sentence for him.

Reiner nodded briskly, “That.” He smiled wide at you. “How is that?”

“It’s good,” You said as you scanned the plate in front of you, “It’s very thick, I think they used a different part of the cow than what I’m used to.” You glanced at the three faces watching you intently. “Maybe the stomach? I don’t know what part they use for hamburgers, I don’t really like thinking about it.”

Pieck giggled and pushed your shoulder lightly, “You’re kidding, right?”

You widened your eyes at the girl, “Oh, is it not the stomach?” You cleared your throat. “Then, the- the thighs?”

“No, silly,” Pieck said with a smile, “That’s not beef-” Pieck thrusted at the meat still sitting on the plate in front of you- “That’s chavelin.”

You gave Pieck a blank face, “Chave- what?”

“Chavelin.” Pieck tilted her head at you. “You know, horse meat?”

Suddenly, the chavelin was making another entrance, just this time coming back up. You smashed a hand over your mouth as the horse meat mingled with your stomach acid, begging to be back on the plate in front of you. You made quick eyes around the table; first at Pieck who was rubbing your shoulder soothingly and asking what was wrong, then to Reiner who was leaning across the table with wide eyes, and then to Jean who was already standing, gesturing you towards the bathroom.

Jean, sweet Jean, you felt strangely guilty for consuming the meat but - oddly enough - he didn’t seem to mind. At least, he didn’t look like he minded as you ran off towards the bathroom, your high heels clicking quickly against the fancy tiles of the Italian restaurant.

You swung the bathroom door open, ignoring the cringeworthy smash that erupted through the room once the door hit the wall behind it. There were other women in the bathroom, but you ignored them as you made your way to the first open stall you could find. The women watched curiously as you fell to your knees in front of the toilet, threatening to throw up the food you had so mindlessly eaten for the last hour and a half.

Nothing came out though, only a few breathless burps into the toilet bowl. You sat there for a few minutes longer than you needed to, sitting against the marble-tiled wall beside the toilet. You pressed your face against the tiles lightly, letting the coolness calm down your sweating skin.

“This is the women’s restroom,” A woman’s voice said from beside the sink.

“I’m sorry,” A familiar voice said back, “I’m just here checking up on somebody. She got sick, I’m here to-”

You lightly pushed the bathroom stall open, leaning against the edge of the door. You smiled weakly at Jean, standing with two middle-aged women who you remembered briefly from when you ran in here. He seemed to be aggressively convincing them of his honesty, swinging his arms around ferociously with his words. And upon seeing you standing in the doorway, the women finally believed him and didn’t try stopping him any further.

“Hi,” You said delicately from across the few feet separating you and Jean, “This is the women’s restroom, what are you doing in here?”

Jean bit back his smile, “I thought you might want some company.” Jean crossed the steps between you, now only a few inches away. “Nobody deserves to puke alone.”

You lightly pushed Jean’s shoulder with a giggle, “You’re ridiculous, but thank you-” You turned around and opened your arms to the inside of the empty bathroom stall- “And, welcome to my humble abode.”

“Oh,” Jean said with a smile, “I like what you did with the place.”

You grinned, “Thank you, I just got done with renovations, so I appreciate that.”

“And,” Jean quickly added as he pointed towards the lone sink in the corner, “The kitchen area looks very nice.”

You shrugged, “I tried to go for something a bit more modern and minimalistic.”

Jean breathlessly giggled by your side, “Well, you succeeded.”

Jean let you take the first seat, watching as you found your spot beside the toilet with the side of your face against the tiled wall. Jean then joined you on the floor, sitting by your side and pressing the side of his face against the tiled wall, but only so he could make eye contact with you.

The bathroom got silent a minute after Jean joined you in the stall. You supposed the other women were either staying quiet in order to eavesdrop or left to return to their dinners. Either way - you didn’t care if the women were there or not - you were going to talk to Jean freely in your secret space.

You weren’t sure why the bathroom now felt sacred to you. It wasn’t at the end of the Labyrinth for only the worthy to find. Instead, it was a bathroom in an Italian restaurant with a purely Italian menu that you should have used Google Translate for. But, it felt like you and Jean’s secret space, a place where you two could always find each other and could spend the rest of eternity together. Nothing bad happened within these stall walls, and nobody was eating horse meat for the past hour and a half within these stall walls.

“Do you remember when we first met?” Jean suddenly asked in an attempt to fill the comfortable silence in the bathroom.

You nodded lightly, “Yeah, of course I do.”

You had met Jean at a house party freshman year of college. You were invited since your roommate at the time was sleeping with the home-owner which happened to be one of Jean’s closest friends. And - ironically - you met Jean on the bathroom floor in that house at that fateful party nearly two years ago. It was strange how things went full circle.

Jean leaned his shoulder into your own, “Do you remember why we even started talking that night?”

You grinned to yourself, “Yeah, I do.”

You only started talking to Jean that night because you found him crying on the floor of the bathroom when you went to find your roommate. He was tipsy and had just seen his ex-girlfriend - who he was clearly not over - downstairs, dancing with another man. You had a bag of popcorn that your roommate begged you to make for her, but you instead offered it to Jean and joined him on the bathroom floor.

Jean tilted his head towards you, “Do you remember what you said to me?”

You looked into Jean’s eyes through your thick eyelashes, “Yes, I remember.”

While sitting on the bathroom floor together, Jean ranted to you about his ex-girlfriend and even the new guy she was dancing with. You heard about why they broke up, who she moved onto, and why he couldn’t bring himself to move on. You then leaned into his side on that bathroom floor, whispering one phrase you had been telling yourself for years.

Jean smiled to himself, “When you go looking for gold, you end up finding fool’s gold - so don’t go looking at all.”

“Let the gold come to you.” You whispered back to Jean, finishing your own quote from two years ago. You hadn’t known the words were so monumentous, you thought nothing of the quote and yet it stayed with him all of these years.

“I followed your advice,” Jean said matter-of-factly, “I followed your advice so well - actually - that I even started to push the gold away when it was just within reach.” Jean looked down at his fingers fiddling with the fabric of his slacks. “I set her up on a hundred horrible dates hoping I could forget about her for only a moment. But, I couldn’t forget about her, even if somebody wiped my memory.”

You felt your cheeks grow hot as you smiled at Jean, “That doesn’t even make sense.” Jean looked at like a wounded deer, wide scared eyes taking up all of your sight. “You can’t remember me if your memory was wiped - that’s not possible.”

“I’d manage,” Jean said with newly red cheeks, “I couldn’t forget you, even if the government tried to make me.”

You pushed Jean’s shoulder playfully, “Nuh-uh - you’re a liar, Kirstein.”

Jean shook his head, “Nope, I’ll always remember you.” He leaned his head in towards you. “I’ll remember your laugh and that little wrinkle you get between your eyebrows when I do something stupid.”

“Oh,” You said with a playful furrow of your brow, “‘You mean the wrinkle I get when you do anything?”

Jean grinned lightly, “Yeah, that one.” He continued leaning in closer until he was only a whisper away. “And how you taste like tropical fruits - like lemons and coconut.”

“And,” You whispered to his mouth, “How do you know what I taste like?”

Jean smiled, “I just intend on finding out.” His lips were pressed lightly against your own, his hand on the side of your head. “So, can I find out?”

You nodded, “Please do.”

Jean gently pressed his lips to yours, and the feeling made your stomach flip with excitement. You moved your legs closer to his, bare thighs on clothed thighs and the hem of your dress shifting up to your hips. You didn’t mind the new coldness spreading over your legs because your insides felt unbearably hot when kissing him.

The softness of Jean’s lips weren’t anything new to you. You had kissed Jean before, a soft smooch during a drunk game of spin the bottle - but never like this. His lips tasted like blueberry vodka last time you tasted them, but now his lips tasted like rosé and mint - a byproduct of the wine he had been drinking all night and the mint he sucked on before you ran off towards the bathroom - It wasn’t the best taste, but you weren’t complaining.

“I’m glad you waited for me,” You whispered into Jean’s mouth.

It became extremely clear to you at some point of the night just how much Jean means to you. Maybe because of one of the many times when you caught Jean’s eyes looking into your own. Or, one of the many times you noticed Jean talking to you when telling a story, as if you were the only one there with him. Or, one of the many times when you watched Jean fiddle mindlessly with the top of his wine glass, his eyes never leaving your frame - mentally undressing you in front of everybody in the restaurant and both of your dates.

He couldn’t help it though, he’s always loved how you looked in that black satin dress. It seemed everybody liked the dress, considering both Reiner and Pieck couldn’t keep their eyes off of your frame as well. Reiner and Pieck, who were still waiting at that table, hoping for some word from their dates who now found themselves sucking face in the women’s restroom.

“Jean,” You whispered, “We should head back.”

Jean sighed, “Okay.”

So, you did. You left the bathroom with Jean and eventually the restaurant, planning on going to where you normally did after dates - Jean’s apartment. It wasn’t easy saying goodbye to such a nice guy like Reiner knowing there wouldn’t be a second date, and it wasn’t easy saying no to Pieck’s offer of a second date with just her, and it especially wasn’t easy staring into that half-finished plate of polpette di cavallo until you and Jean finally made your exit.

The car ride was mostly quiet, both of you ignoring the obvious elephant in the room - what the hell happened in the bathroom. You didn’t regret the conversation on the bathroom floor or even the kiss that came afterwards, but you did regret ever cutting the kiss short. You searched your mind for some way back to that moment, thinking of a plan of either building and operating a time machine or trying again with Jean.

“So,” You said, “Pieck seems nice.”

Jean grinned to himself, “So does Reiner.”

You nodded slowly and turned to look out of the window, “‘Think there will be a second date with her?”

“If you’re having a second date with Reiner.” Jean spared a glance from the road in order to look at you. “‘Think there will be a second date with him?”

“Eh, he’s not really my type.”

Jean stopped the car at a red light. The color red seeped through the windshield, turning the inside of the car a bright crimson. Jean’s features were lit up by the light as his gaze danced across every inch of your face.

“He’s not?” Jean asked, “Then, what’s your type?”

You furrowed your brow, “Are you stupid?”

Jean smiled wide, “What are you saying?”

You shook your head and leaned forward, caressing Jean’s cheeks gently. You pressed your lips to his, smiling against his mouth. Jean kissed you back, quickly turning a sensual peck into a feverish makeout.

You felt Jean’s hands as they moved up the soft fabric of your dress. His fingers moved across your side and then wrapped around your body, landing on your back. He used the new position to pull you closer, much to your surprise considering the gasp that escaped from between your lips to the movement.

You wrapped your arms around Jean’s neck, pulling his face in closer. You pushed your tongue towards his mouth, and he gladly let it enter between his lips. You felt his breath hitch in his throat when you curled your tongue and swiped it across the roof of his mouth. Jean responded to the kiss with a tight grip on your dress only bringing you in-

A car suddenly honked it’s horn from behind you. Jean and you pulled apart as quickly as possible, ignoring that anything had happened. You slowly wiped your thumb across your bottom lip, smearing the wetness from the kiss onto your fingertip.

The rest of the ride was brutal, your desire for Jean was only getting unbearable. He didn’t even have to do anything. His fingers curving around the steering wheel made your heart pound. His slight head bob to the music quietly playing from the radio made your stomach inflate with nerves. And, his perfect posture in the driver’s seat made you want to groan with how badly you wanted him.

It was ridiculous, you were turning into a prepubescent boy - finding anything and everything Jean did as the epitome of attraction.

The car couldn’t have pulled into the apartment building’s parking lot any sooner. You were practically melting in Jean’s passenger seat and you needed to feel him again, you didn’t care why. You opened the car door and eventually walked alongside Jean towards his apartment complex.

You silently walked into the apartment building with Jean, and even rode up the elevator just as quiet. You waited beside him as he unlocked his apartment door. You watched as the muscles in his back moved under his shirt as he attempted to hold the door and unlock it at the same time - a trick the lock needed since the apartment was so old.

Once inside, you quickly kicked your shoes off, leaving them to lay with his shoes. You dropped your purse with the shoes as well, leaving it on the floor beside the door. And once you had discarded your unneeded items, you stood there - waiting for a sign from him, any sign at all.

Jean crossed his arms against his chest, his eyes landing on anything in the room but you. He peered across the kitchen and living room, even eyeing his bedroom door for a few seconds. Jean sighed before mumbling into the awkwardly silent room.

“So,” Jean said, “What do you want to do?”

You pressed your lips together, “I liked what we were doing in the car.” Jean suddenly looked at you, his eyes widened. “And, in the bathroom at the restaurant.”

Jean grinned to himself, “‘You wanna do that again?”

“Yes.” You nodded. “I do.”

Jean crossed the space between you, swooping his arms around you and pressing your chest into his. You bent your head upwards, giving Jean more room as his mouth pressed kisses into your neck and cheek. You giggled with your words as you attempted to speak.

“Jean,” You said as you pushed your fingers through his soft hair. You moved Jean’s face back enough to make eye contact with him. “‘Race you to the bedroom?”

Jean never thought he could let go of you in general, never mind quicker than he’s ever done anything before in his life. As soon as you were out his arms, Jean was running towards his bedroom door. You tried to beat him though, grabbing his arm and pulling him backwards, but nothing stopped him - he beat you into the bedroom.

You left the door open in front of you, standing back as Jean threw his discarded clothes from the bedroom floor and into his laundry basket - a half assed attempt at cleaning up. You supposed the gesture was nice, considering he wanted to clean up for you. But, it was even nicer knowing Jean had never seen his date with Pieck ending here.  

Your eyes peered across the entirety of his bedroom, something so familiar now with a different connotation. You’ve touched Jean plenty of times in this very room, but not the way you’re about to. You knew that after tonight, everything would be different between you two - but a good type of different that filled you with hope.

Your eyes landed on the alarm clock on his bedside table, the red numbers flickering suddenly from 11:59 to 12:00.

Second Sunday

Jean’s body weight was crushing on top of you, but a type of crushing weight that was comfortable. You swore you could live under Jean’s body for the rest of eternity. He was warm and strong and his kissing only made the position all that much better.

Your dress was on the floor and you were mostly naked, lying on Jean’s bed with only a bra and panties on. He pressed his bare chest into your chest, the only clothes on his body being his pair of slacks and the brown belt holding them up.

“Jean,” You breathed into his mouth, “I want you.”

Jean groaned against your lips, the sound coming from deep within his throat. He had never thought he’d hear those words from your lips, he never thought he’d be good enough to. But alas, here you were; underneath him, mostly naked, whispering gut wrenching phrases into his mouth.

You moved your hands down his lean body, dainty fingers finding the waistline of his pants. You undid the belt around his waist and threw it to the floor once it was out of the belt loops. You then brought your hands to his zipper, undoing that as well.

You pushed Jean’s slacks down his legs, moving them out of the way in order to free enough space for what you really wanted from him at the moment. You curled your hands around his body, digging your nails into his back in an attempt to bring him closer. You pressed your fingers into the small of his back as you bucked your hips upwards towards him.

You felt as Jean’s hardness pressed down between your legs, and you couldn’t help the moan that escaped from between your lips. Jean moved his lips from yours, allowing more panting breaths to escape from your mouth as he continued to press down into you. He instead kissed down your neck, taking in each moan and ingraining them into his memory.

You moved your fingers into the waistband of his boxers, and pushed them down over his hips. He was just as big as you had always assumed. You weren’t perverted or dirty minded per say, but some nights you’d catch yourself with an excessive amount of questions; you’d wonder about his size, if he were good in bed, and if he had ever satisfied a woman before.

Sure enough, your questions would be answered after tonight.

You brought your hips to his, feeling him through only one layer of clothing now. You brought your hips off of the bed, pushing your panties down over your thighs. You awkwardly moved your legs around Jean’s, attempting to kick the fabric to the floor.

Jean brought his mouth to your ear before breathily whispering, “Do you still want me?”

You nodded frantically, “Yes, yes- yes, please.”

Jean grinned at your response, finally bringing his hips to yours. It was a moment you had waited for for much longer than you thought. This moment was in the distance for two whole years, and now it was finally here. You had wanted this for so long, to the point where you’d take anything Jean would give you - such as a drunken peck and a date with nearly every man on campus.

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The Goddess

(Sasha x Reader) - Word Count: 3.5k

Creature: a female deity,,, who so happens to be exiled from her home in this au.

Warnings: Praise Kink, Cunnilingus (Receiving), Sex Outside

Quick Summary: at a party in the woods, you meet a mysterious girl and want more from her.

Extra Notes: Day one of Whore - O -Ween is here! I hope you all are just excited to read these stories as I have been to share them!

The summer was a perfect season for losing yourself; you didn’t have to worry about your classes, you didn’t have to worry about your reputation, and you didn’t have to worry about your parents. You only needed to worry about yourself, and that was something you could do.

You went to the bonfire because you needed it. You needed the break, you needed the drinks, and you needed to finally leave your muggy little apartment that you were starting to get sick of. Your roommate, Pieck, could see it with every step you took - she saw the way your eyes lingered on the windows, and how your hand longed for the front door.

She heard about this bonfire from her friend, Reiner. He was a linebacker on the football team and the whole team regularly put together parties just like this one. During the school year, during the summer, during the middle of the night and early in the morning - football players loved to party, and they’d invite anyone who looked like they could let loose for a few hours.

Pieck was just excited to see you leave the house, even if you didn’t wear that pretty little red dress that fit your curves so well. She wanted to see you finally let go of this strict and hardened shell of yourself that you had created during the school year. She never realized just how quickly you could let go of that shell, even though she knew how much you craved the freedom that came with letting go.

You were dancing, drinking, and socializing. She had never seen you so in your element, the way you moved around the woods and interacted with people - it was as if you were born for this one moment. She watched as you talked with everyone, taking sips from tons of red plastic cups, and dancing with anyone who extended a hand towards you.

Pieck admired how well you were making this party your bitch. That was why she turned her back on you, she knew you weren’t invisible to these people. Everybody had their eyes on you, watching you closely, waiting on your every move. So, she knew she didn’t have to be the babysitter anymore, you could handle yourself.

That’s how you found yourself in somebody else’s care, another pretty girl with her tunnel-visioned watch on you. You hadn’t seen her around before, you would’ve remembered a girl like that. Her burgundy brown hair, her light brown eyes, her sideways smirk, and her body-warming giggle that was just contagious enough to make you smile to yourself each time she laughed at your joke.

“You’re so funny,” The girl said softly with the ghost of a grin still across her lips, “You must have a lot of friends.”

You shrugged as a giggle escaped you, “Not really, I mostly just have my roommate and she has a lot of friends. I’m like-” You took a moment to think, and took the time to drunkenly lean in closer to the girl- “Like, a friendship leech, I just take all of another person’s friends instead of making my own.”

“Well, I’m not your roommate’s friend.” The girl smiled wide at you. “But, I’m your friend - so, being a friendship leech no longer applies to you.”

You giggled as you leaned back on the tree stump, “I don’t even know your name!”

“Sasha,” The girl said as she leaned towards you, “My name’s Sasha.”

“Cool.” You looked off into the distance and watched the flames dance for a moment before remembering to introduce yourself. You shouted your name over the sound of the music around you and Sasha, making sure your new friend heard it.

Hell, you’d give her your social security number if she asked for it, this was the first real time you had made a new friend other than Pieck. You suppose that immediate loyalty to this new friend is why you trusted her so deeply. You trusted her when she asked you to dance, you trusted her when she asked you to hide her from her ex-boyfriend, and you trusted her when she handed you an unlabeled bottle in the middle of the dancefloor.

You held the bottle tightly in your hand as you threw your head back to take a real swig of it. The only thing Sasha had said was that the liquid would really fuck you up and that she made it herself earlier that week. And, Sasha was completely right, the liquid tasted of peaches and honey and though you couldn’t feel carbonation in the drink, you still felt the bubbles pop in your mouth before slipping down your throat.

The alcohol took you by surprise at first. It caused you to physically take a step back from Sasha, bending over and threatening to spit the liquid out all over the dirt below you. Sasha moved her hand through your hair as you tried to completely swallow the strange drink. She cooed you through the reaction, sounding almost bored with her praise.

“You’ve got this,” Sasha said gently as she leaned towards your ear, “I’ve seen you drink from fourteen cups tonight alone, this is nothing.”

She was right, you knew how dangerous it was - but, you still welcomed drink after drink from people. You even had random people mix anything together and then, you’d chug it in a matter of seconds right in front of them. And, even at one point of the night, you had grabbed a half-full fifth of blueberry vodka and you were walking around with the top of it in your mouth. You were surprised you hadn’t thrown up yet tonight, and Sasha’s alcohol definitely tasted more than a thousand times better than anything else you had drinken tonight, so why was it so hard to swallow?

“Swallow it,” Sasha added, “And I’ll make sure I reward you for your efforts.”

The offer hung heavy in the air, and it made your heart quicken. You felt your entire body try to welcome the liquid, simply because you craved her reward. You desired anything she would give you, especially if that reward was herself. But, to be honest, you’d even take a single chicken nugget if that’s what she offered you. Anything from her was better than nothing.

You felt the alcohol run down your esophagus and into your stomach. You stood back up and threw your hands above your head in a moment of silent victory. You smiled wide at Sasha, your chest heaving with each ragged breath you took. You weren’t just happy not to embarrass yourself in front of your new friend, but mostly because you wanted her reward - you were never a materialistic person, but she made you want whatever she would give you.

“Good job,” Sasha said as she gently caressed the side of your face, “You took it so well.” Her palm was soft against your face and you felt yourself leaning into her touch. Her smile was genuine, her eyes full of a deep pride and gratitude.

Her praise made your stomach turn with nerves. You craved to make her proud, you would do anything if she would give you this same look afterwards. You leaned towards Sasha, and whispered gently into the small space between both of your mouths.

“Now, what’s my reward?” Your eyes found her mouth, hoping she’d say exactly what you wanted.

Sasha grinned, “Anything you want.”

And, she did - she said exactly what you wanted to hear from her, as if she could read your mind.

Sasha’s hand was warm against your own as she led you through the party. You felt the weight of eyes on your body all night, but when you were walking alongside Sasha, it was gone. You felt invisible as you slipped through dancing people and drunk conversations, even going as far as walking unnoticed through the middle of a conversation as if you had been a ghost.

The walk from the party to her personal destination wasn’t long. Sasha steered you away from the part of the woods where people were still getting wasted behind you and towards a stretch of woods that looked too beautiful to be real. The trees were decorated in golden orange leaves instead of green ones, and the area fluttered with life, butterflies and birds all flying by you and Sasha.

It took a moment for your mind to successfully take the whole scene in and process it. The scene in front of you was absolutely gorgeous; from the trees to the animals, to the moon shining through the leaves above you, even to the small stretch of a lake you could see through the trunks in front of you. The stretch of woods had you by the heart and it caused you to nearly forget Sasha being by your side completely.

Suddenly, Sasha’s hand snapped in front of your face, bringing you out of your possessed state. She seemed almost upset as she talked, but you were convinced she wasn’t upset considering her seductive saunter towards you and the gentle smirk on her face.

“Why can you see me?” Sasha asked, and before you had time to answer, she continued, “I’ve been practically dead for about 400 years, and yet you can see me, why?”

Your eyes widened as you stared at her, “You’re dead?”

Sasha smiled, “Not actually - gods don’t ever really die.”

“You’re a god?” The words felt untrue as they made their way out of your mouth. Sasha didn’t look like a god; she wasn’t sparkling or causing bystanders to fall to their knees. Sasha was the last thing you’d expect from a god, she looked too normal - so, maybe she was lying.

“Yes.”

You giggled to yourself, “Right,” You answered sarcastically, “And I’m a vampire.”

Sasha frowned at you, “I’m being serious.”

“So am I.” You pretended to hiss at Sasha, baring your blunt teeth in her direction. You tried to suppress the giggle bubbling up from your stomach, but let it out between your tight lips. While focusing much too hard on your own laugh, you almost missed Sasha’s low chuckle from only a foot away.

Sasha stopped laughing abruptly, “You think this is funny?” Sasha walked around you, moving from your side and to behind you. She was just over your right shoulder, pressing her chest into your back and pressing her lips against the shell of your ear. “Would you rather laugh or hear what I have to say?”

Your throat went dry and you tried to swallow to wet it, “Hear.”

Sasha smiled, “I am the god of wine and festivities - so, of course you’d find me at a party, right? But, you’re intuitive enough to see me in general - you must also be intuitive enough to see how people don’t look at me. How I go invisible to the naked eye, and I always rope in anyone I touch - weren’t you wondering why that is?”

You remembered how many refused to look at Sasha at the party. Not paying any mind to her when she walked up to you and asked what you were drinking. Not paying any mind to her when she pulled you onto the dancefloor and swung you around as you laughed. Not even paying any mind to her when she stuffed the finish of a bottle into your mouth and forced you to drink.

She didn’t seem like she was lying, so why not believe her? It was strange to you just how quickly your undying loyalty for Sasha had died. You were willing to hand over your own social security number to her only an hour ago, so why were you so hesitant to believe a single story now?

“So,” You said quietly enough for only Sasha to hear, “That’s what makes you a god, because nobody can see you but me?”

Sasha giggled, “No, no, no, of course not - I’m a god because-” Sasha paused for a moment and leaned in closer to you- “Well, that’s much too complicated to explain now, but I can explain why people can’t see me. If you’re interested, of course.”

Sasha wiped her hands down your sides, letting her fingers linger on the soft fabric of your dress. You felt your breath hitch your throat, the closer she got to your most sensitive spots. One of her hands moved towards your hips, dipping her fingers towards the hem of your dress and her other hand moved towards your chest, her fingertips gently playing with the cup of your tits.

Your voice got stuck in your throat, “I-I’m interested.”

“Great,” Sasha said with a smile, “Did you know there’s such a thing as too much?” Sasha moved her one hand to finally cup one of your breasts. “You can have too much fun, too much pity, or just too much love - and, I got in trouble for all three. I had too much fun despite being the goddess of wine and festivities; I had too much pity, falling for a seemingly scared girl who acted as if she wanted to be mine; and I had too much love in my heart for that girl. She’s the reason I can’t be seen anymore.”

You gasped as Sasha’s hand slipped under the hem of your dress, “Wha-what do you mean?”

“My punishment for being too much was that I couldn’t be seen by humans anymore. I enjoyed their love too much, that’s what he said to me! So, he took their love away. I went from party to party for 400 years, searching for somebody who could see, with no luck - that is until you.” Sasha gently brushed her fingertips against the soft skin of your thigh. “You can see me, and you shouldn’t be able to. So, I want to reward you - for being so intuitive and for reminding me what it’s like to feel a mortal’s attention. Do you accept that? Do you want me to reward you?”

Her words were going against everything you’ve ever heard or learned in your entire life, but you still knew the answer to that question immediately after she asked it. She may have been blowing apart two decades of information learned from the world around you, but she was still the most important person to you at that party. And, she was still the person you desired the most on the planet at the moment. So, of course you answered without a second of hesitation.

“Yes.”

Sasha turned you around quickly, taking you in her arms and kissing you profusely. Sasha backed you into the nearest tree, using the bark wall to only get closer to you. You were sure the marks from the trunk of the tree would be imprinted on your back and shoulders by just how hard she was pushing you into it, but you didn’t stop her - you didn’t mind the aggressiveness.

Her kisses were rough, as if she were trying to prove a point to you. Too much, she wanted her kisses to seem like too much, she wanted you to push away from her, ask for air, ask for space, maybe even run away as fast as you possibly can - but, you didn’t mind not breathing, especially when Sasha was the reason. So, instead of pushing back, you leaned into her kiss, letting her have the control she was trying to give to you instead.

Sasha moaned against your mouth, feeling you fall into her and mold yourself to be her ideal lover. You were willing to change yourself, mentally and physically, if it meant a moment with Sasha would come with it. And, that was all she wanted, she desperately needed somebody who didn’t think she was too much - she desperately needed you.

Sasha moved her hand even further up your dress, cupping your ass over the thin layer of your panties. The fabric of your dress bunched up at Sasha’s wrist, trying to follow her hand as it ventured further into your panties. Her fingertips lightly grazed the most sensitive part of you before removing itself from the fabric and going back to your hip.

“Wha-where are you-?” You asked breathlessly against Sasha’s face.

Sasha leaned back and smiled crookedly at you, “Don’t worry, pretty girl, how about I give you a little bit more?” Sasha fell onto her knees right in front of you, pushing your dress up to your hips before replacing the lost fabric. You whimpered as Sasha’s lips kissed up the inside of your thigh, leading towards the one spot you wanted her most. “But, you tell me if I’m being too much, okay?”

You shook your head frantically, “That’s not possible.”

“That’s nice to hear.” Sasha delicately kissed up your plump thigh before pulling your panties down your legs and having you step out of them. Sasha scooped up your leg and put it over her shoulder, now face to face with the most sensitive part of your body. “Now, say some more.” Her words caused air to blow on the wet area between your legs, and the new coldness from her breath made you shutter.

Sasha licked between your legs, smearing the wetness that had gathered from kissing her - Hell, even from dancing with her, just the act of being close to Sasha had you losing breath and getting wet between your thighs. She cleaned you up nicely though, gripping your thigh with her rough fingers as she licked up the slick that had collected between your legs.

Sasha’s hands ventured up your body as she licked over every inch of your entrance. Her fingers danced up your skin and you were suddenly reminded of her role as the god of wine and festivities - did moments like these count as festivities because you felt pretty festive. Her fingertips tiptoed up your thighs, over the curve of your ass and she used her hands to bring your body closer to her, circling her palms around your hips.

You felt like you needed something to hold you up right, your legs starting to turn into butter the longer you stood there. You leaned back against the tree behind you, letting the bark mark you up again from the weight of your body against the trunk. You arched your back away from the tree, giving Sasha more room to roam your body with her tongue.

You pushed your hips closer to her face, grabbing onto her hair as a way to pull her close. Your fingers fisted locks of long brown hair, pulling at Sasha’s scalp in an attempt to alleviate the pressure that was building in your lower stomach. You pulled Sasha’s face closer to you just as the band inside of your stomach broke and you released all over her mouth and chin.

Sasha pulled back from your body, her brown eyes meeting your eyes from where she kneeled on the grass below you. Her face was drenched in you, but she didn’t seem too bothered by the new wetness on her face. Instead, Sasha just licked her lips and wiped the excess off with the back of her arm.

“If I remember correctly,” Sasha said with furrowed eyebrows, “I think this is the first time I’ve ever been on my knees for somebody.” Sasha smirked at you. “Usually, people are kneeling for me instead.”

You lightly moved your hand over Sasha’s hair, “How about next time, I kneel for you? Does that sound good?”

“That sounds like a dream.”

Though she was being serious, Sasha almost sounded like she was making a joke. You supposed that was a downside to being such a fun loving god, you could never take a moment seriously because it just wasn’t what you did. And, you supposed, it must be hard to play that specific role you’re forced into simply because you’re all knowing being, you even sort of pitied Sasha in a strange way.

You grinned at Sasha, “If you think just my words sound like a dream, then wait until you hear the pretty moans I pull from your mouth when I go down on you.”

Sasha laughed as she rose back onto her feet, she was only an inch away from you. She took her time as her eyes looked over your face and listened to the way that your breath still caught in your throat. She was pleased with herself, but she was also pleased with you - pleased you were able to see her, and pleased you allowed yourself to unravel before her.

“It’s a date.” Sasha leaned in and pecked her lips to your lips. “Tomorrow night?”

You gave her a curt nod, “Tomorrow night.”

You no longer cared if she really was a god or not, you’d kneel before her everyday if she wanted. You would go on your knees, on all fours, pray with your head between her legs - you’d be a good little follower of her’s, soaking up her every command. Because maybe - just maybe - someday she would want to be back with her face between your legs, and she could make you feel this good again.

The Lidérc

(Jean x Reader) - Word Count: 3.7k

Creature: a creature that can assume a human shape, usually the shape of a much lamented dead relative or lover in order to have sex with its victims.

Warnings: Major Character Death, Grieving, Dry Humping, Descriptions of Injuries

Quick Summary: while reminiscing about your husband, you have a strange dream that deeply upsets you.

Extra Notes: Happy Thursday! 3 more days until Halloween!

You weren’t shocked to see dust had collected on the bed sheets. It’s been a year since the accident, and it’s been a year since you’ve even stepped foot into this room. That morning you hadn’t felt like making the bed like you normally did, so you left it as is thus the dust collecting on top of the unmade bed.

You felt awkward being in here, even if it had only been a few minutes. You hadn’t so much as walked past the vanity on the wall opposite the bed, but you still felt as if you were intruding. This wasn’t entirely your room anymore, even if it did still belong to you. This was Jean’s room, and the person you were when he was still alive.

You took one final deep breath, turned around and closed the door behind you when you left the room. Maybe one day you can go back in there and sort through Jean’s clothing, it wasn’t like he would miss them. But today wasn’t the day, and tomorrow probably wouldn’t be the day either - it’s already been a full year since he left, so maybe in another year the day will finally arise.

Thinking about Jean always made your stomach hurt, even before he passed. You couldn’t help but remember that awful pain of bundled up nerves in the bottom of your stomach the first time he talked to you in that café. When he walked up to where you were sitting alone, and asked what you were working on, on your open laptop sitting in front of you.

You weren’t expecting the boy to even come up to you, nevermind talk to you. He had been staring at you from across the café for nearly an hour, and you kept catching him almost stepping in your direction but instead quickly sidestepping to go the other way. You wanted him to come up to you, but that was a lot to ask for especially since he was on the clock, was two years older than you, and-

You laughed weakly to yourself, “Another year and I’ve got you beat, Jeany.” You knew he couldn’t hear you, but you still liked to imagine he was listening. “You always loved reminding me how old you were, you always told me to respect your elders.” You laughed at Jean’s favorite words, but your laugh ran dry the more you thought about the fact that you’d never be able to hear him say it again.

It was like being told about climate change, and the very upsetting future our world was headed towards - being reminded of the hard truth hurt more than that bad thing actually happening. After a year of pain you realize that it’s not the days that you wake up remembering he’s not here anymore that hurt the most, it’s the days that you think he’s waiting for you in the kitchen downstairs with a cup of coffee just the way you like it. He always woke up before you, and he always made breakfast for you when he did, so of course you’d think he was waiting for you to finally join him in the kitchen. But, when you finally go into the kitchen, there is no breakfast and no Jean.

The stairs creaked underneath your body on your way downstairs. You went into the living room to the couch that you set up as your new bed a year ago. The living room didn’t even look like a living room anymore, but a second bedroom for you. On the coffee table and armchair sat piles of folded clothing around the couch with a stuffed animal - that Sasha had sent in the mail after she received the news of Jean’s passing - and a large blanket you bought to replace the dusty one from upstairs.

You sat down on your bed, and used the remote to turn on the tv for yourself. You started falling asleep to the light and sounds coming from the tv in front of the couch a year ago. Before Jean passed, he used to talk you to sleep; he’d tell you about his day, random memories, or anything he could think of, and when he was there to protect you, you never felt like you needed light to fall asleep when you had his arms instead. But, he was gone and that comfort he gave you was gone with him.

You laid down underneath the covers in the light that the tv provided, staring blankly at the cartoons bouncing across the screen. You knew if Jean was here, he’d say something about how Connie would love this show just because it was bright and made no sense to people with common sense. You knew you’d laugh, and push him, and remind him to be nicer to his friends. It would be a nice moment if Jean were here, but he wasn’t so the moment instead passed as yet another neutral one.

Your eyes eventually grew heavy, and your blinks grew slower. You could hardly keep your eyes open, and you didn’t really mind closing them, it wasn’t like you were missing anything important if you fell asleep right now. So, you allowed yourself to finally drift asleep.

You were suddenly in a car, driving down the street of your house. No music was playing from your radio, which is strange, but you were humming something soft to yourself. You pulled your car into your driveway, and put it in park before locking it and going inside your house.

You just came home from work which was obvious from your semi-formal outfit choice of the day. You took your high heels off and set it beside the door after entering your home. You locked the door behind you from force of habit and walked slowly down the hallway leading to the kitchen. You walked past framed pictures of family, friends, and most importantly, Jean.

You didn’t even glance at the picture of Jean that was sitting beside the lightswitch for the kitchen. It was your favorite picture of him, one you took on your first date with him. He had been focusing on opening the bottle of wine too much to notice his elbow deep into his spaghetti. He hated the picture, but always enjoyed the laughter that arose from you when you saw it, so he let you hang it up on the wall after you gifted him the picture in a frame for Christmas.

But, you didn’t even want to bother with pictures, when the real thing was standing right in front of you.

Jean leaned over the kitchen sink, scrubbing vigorously at the dishes with bright yellow rubber gloves on. You watched him from the entrance to the kitchen as he cursed at the bowl in his hands, covered in soap suds. There must’ve been a nasty stain on the dish because Jean was only a few seconds from throwing the whole dish away.

You giggled, blowing your cover. Jean hadn’t heard you enter the house, too focused on the dirty dishes. But, after hearing your sweet laugh from behind him, Jean finally turned around to you, slightly surprised by your seemingly sudden presence.

“Hi,” Jean said with a smile, “How was work?”

So, you did just come home from work.

“It was the same as always.” You walked across the kitchen towards him. “Same people, same problems, same cafeteria coffee.”

Jean set the dish back into the suds, “You make it sound so bad. Sometimes having a routine is nice.” Jean took his rubber gloves off and set them on the counter beside the sink. “Now, when the routine is taken away - that’s when things get bad-” Jean turned to you with raised eyebrows- “Right?”

You blinked at your husband, “Yeah, I guess. Anyways, what are you making for dinner?”

“Dinner?” Jean held his hand to his heart. “Why are you asking me about dinner, I’m the one doing the dishes, dinner is your problem.”

“What?” You laughed with emotionless shock, trying to keep the fake fight going. “We never agreed upon that deal!”

Jean laughed with you, “This is a tyranny, you don’t have the opportunity to disagree with anything. I decide everything.”

“So, you can make dinner, then? Since it’s your tyranny, right?”

“Touché.”

The kitchen grew quiet as the conversation quickly died. You didn’t really feel the need to talk at the moment. You kept watching Jean as a strange feeling settled in your stomach. You couldn’t help but feel like even though Jean was so close to you, just across the room from you, you still felt like he was a whole lifetime away.

You watched intently as Jean went about his day so normally. He had discarded his rubber dish scrubbing gloves, and had now moved onto looking through paper menus for what to buy at some local restaurants. He furrowed his eyebrows as he read over the menu items, probably trying to decide on what to get himself as well as for you.

“Honey,” You said in a soft voice as you walked across the room towards him, “Why are you looking at menus?” You smiled wide, trying to hide the laugh bubbling up from your stomach. “I was assuming you were going to make dinner. Like, a romantic candle lit dinner, like we used to have when you still liked me.”

“Babe.” Jean smiled, but you could tell he was trying to keep a straight face. “That’s impossible, because I never liked you.”

“Jean!” You smacked your husband’s chest with a hard thud.

“I’m kidding,” Jean shouted with a laugh, “And, I’m not cooking anything tonight, unless you want me to, of course - but, we already agreed on ordering something so-”

“We did?” You stared at Jean with heavily furrowed eyebrows. You must’ve forgotten the last ten minutes of conversation with him because you couldn’t remember ever agreeing upon anything like that.

Jean tilted his head at you with a grin across his lips, “Yeah? Don’t you remember, it happened just a minute ago? Maybe you’re losing it, hun.” Jean gave your forehead a flick before turning back to the paper menu in his hand.

Maybe you were losing it. Why couldn’t you remember that conversation at all? And, he said it happened only a minute ago? But, that doesn’t make any sense, you had been quietly admiring him for so long. There was no way you agreed upon anything during that time, but maybe Jean asked the question about ordering in tonight and took your wide eyed silence as a yes. But, that just wasn’t like Jean to assume something from silence, the whole thing was just strange.

“Okay,” You spoke slowly, afraid of missing another minute of conversation, “Well, then it’s settled that we’re eating in tonight.”

Jean looked at you from over the menu, “How hungry are you right now?”

“A normal amount, wait-” You pressed your hand to your stomach and didn’t feel the rumble of hunger deep inside- “Yeah, a normal amount, why?”

Jean grinned, “How about we both eat in and eat out tonight?” Jean raised a single eyebrow with his question. You were sure he was making an innuendo of some sort, but you couldn’t think of what. All you could hear yourself thinking was, won’t we be too full?

“Um,” You said hesitantly, “I guess we can do that.”

“You don’t know what I’m saying, do you?”

The joke suddenly hit you, “Oh my god, Jean!”

“Come on.” Jean laughed as he threw the menu aside. “Time to eat up.”

With newly free hands, Jean now attempted his next trick. He bent forward, wrapping his arms around your waist, and slung you onto his shoulder. You were now face to back with Jean, and you gently slapped your hands against his ass, in an attempt to persuade him to drop you, as he walked you around the house.

You watched the floor for any indication of where Jean was taking you. The floor faded from tiles into hardwood and then into carpeted stairs as your body bounced against his shoulder with each step. You gripped hard to Jean’s waist, trying to suppress the fear that was bubbling up inside of you from seeing the stairs from this angle.

Jean laughed as he finally reached the top of the stairs, “Baby, seriously, you’re fine with me - I’m not dropping you, I won’t let you go.”

“You better not.” Your grip loosened on Jean’s waist as you realized how deeply your trust for him ran. He wouldn’t drop you, you really are fine with him.

The floor in front of you turned back to hardwood which indicated you were finally upstairs. No more bouncing on his shoulder or fear of falling face first into the stairs he was walking up under you. Jean then opened a door, and the floor switched from the hardwood to carpet. You could admit that from the beginning, you knew where Jean was taking you, but now you knew where you were - you were in the bedroom.

In one swing of his arms, as if you were a bag of potatoes and not a human being, Jean tossed you onto the bed in front of him. Your back hit the soft bed, and you laughed as you looked up at him standing over you. Jean looked down at you as well, his eyes were wide with admiration, and you swore you could even see the glimmer of tears daring to fall from his eyelids.

Jean joined you on the bed, crawling over top of you. As he took his time getting to your lips, he made sure to stop at different parts of your body and give attention to them on his way to your face. He kissed your clothed thigh, your hip, your stomach, the cup of your breasts, and finally your face. He smiled down at you before he finally got to kiss your lips.

“Hello,” Jean said in a sweet tone as if it had been too long since he last saw you.

You smiled back at Jean, “Hello.”

Jean finally let his lips meet yours, he gave an extra gentle kiss to your lips. You weren’t sure if it was the feeling of him being so far away earlier or maybe the moments you had missed in the kitchen, but you didn’t want to be innocent with him. You felt passionate right now, and you wanted Jean to feel that passion from both your lips and your body.

You took control over your moment with Jean. You wrapped your arms around his neck, and brought his body closer to yours. You kissed him roughly, introducing your tongue to his mouth with a sensual slowness. You could even hear Jean groan against your mouth with the movement - you couldn’t say you were surprised by his reaction, you knew how much he loved being reminded of what your tongue could do.

Your lips awakened something in Jean’s attitude, no longer attempting to be sweet and innocent, Jean was now just as desperate as you were. Your lips struggled to stay with each other as you kissed wherever on his face your mouth could find. You kissed over his lips, his cheeks, his chin, and even scratched the soft skin of your lips as you ended up kissing his rough stubble.

“Jean,” You moaned his name into his mouth, “I want more.”

Jean could melt from just those words and the way you said it. But, when you reached for the waistband of your slacks, fumbling clumsily for the zipper, Jean felt his entire body get hot with desire for you. You finally loosened your pants, letting the fabric fall open for Jean to whatever he pleased with.

“Not yet,” Jean whispered breathlessly into your mouth, “Let’s take our time, please.”

It wasn’t like Jean to want to take anything slow, so this moment must be really important to him. Hell, he didn’t even want to take his time after he met you. He asked you out on a date for the very next night, and even wanted to make it official after the first kiss. He even proposed to you only a year into the relationship, and far sooner than anybody else in your life. Jean took life by storm every single day, so for him to want to take this moment slow with you made your stomach flutter with butterflies.

You nodded against Jean’s face, “Okay, we can go slower.” You kissed Jean gently down his neck and then pressed your mouth to his ear. “Here, let me take control.”

Jean let you take control in the situation, flipping him onto his back and situating yourself on top of him. You looked down at the boy below you, looking at how pretty he looked with his reddened face, wild looking hazel eyes, and messy long brown hair splayed out on the pillow beneath his head.

In a moment of haziness, you almost thought the bed had been a mess; both unmade and covered in a thick layer of dust from months of being unused. But, after a quick check of your surroundings, both the bedroom and the bed itself looked completely normal. No dust, no umade sheets, and no missing clothing. This room was just as you remembered it, perfectly normal.

“What’s wrong?” Jean moved his hands down your sides and slid his hands into the waist of your pants to touch your bare hips. “You look worried about something.”

You shook your head slightly, “It’s nothing.”

You leaned down to kiss Jean again, trying to help him ignore your unnatural behavior. It was as if your mind was playing tricks on itself, and it was kind of scaring you. You’d never actually tell Jean that because you’re afraid of how he’d react, but you couldn’t help the uneasiness that came with your sudden forgetting problem.

As your lips moved with Jean’s lips, you felt his fingers dig into the skin on your hips. You felt as Jean’s rough touch slowly turned from a way to grip himself to Earth, and more a way to grind his hips into you from below. He moved your body against his body with a slow proficiency, even moaning into your mouth with each grind of your body on top of his.

You laughed breathlessly into Jean’s mouth, “I thought you wanted to take things slow?”

“I did.” Jean chuckled lowly to you. “But, now I don’t think I can handle going slow anymore.”

You took Jean’s words as a bit of a challenge, if he didn’t want it slow, then you were going to make him want it again. You rolled your hips delicately against his body, ignoring and going against the direction of his rough guiding hands. If he didn’t want to take it slow anymore, then you were going to prove to him that he shouldn’t have changed his mind.

Jean groaned low in his throat from feeling your body hit spots of him that he couldn’t reach when he was in control. Jean didn’t stop trying to change your movements, but now out of desperation. You felt as he desperately clung to your hips for dear life. He wasn’t used to being on the bottom, and it was driving him crazy in all of the right ways.

“Baby,” Jean mumbled against your mouth, “Baby, look at me, please look at me - I need to see you.”

You leaned back and looked at Jean, and immediately regretted it. Jean didn’t look how he did in the kitchen, he didn’t look like himself at all. Of course, under all of the blood you could recognize the face as the one you’ve loved for so long, but upon first glance, he was just a bloody body.

Jean’s entire right side of his face was where the blood was mostly coming from. There were glass shards lodged into his cheek and forehead, and blood splattered across the left side of his face from the cuts. Jean’s head wasn’t up straight either, where he normally had excellent posture and a long lean neck, he now had it stuck at an uncomfortably impossible angle. And, blood spewed from Jean’s mouth, dripping from his lips as he spoke to you.

“Baby,” Jean said in his normally sweet tone, “I love you, always remember that, okay?”

Your eyes were filled with tears as you stared at him, “Jean what the-”

“Just,” Jean continued despite his gruesome state, “I’m okay, and you should be too.”

Your eyes snapped open suddenly. Your heart was racing in your chest. You could hardly breathe as you looked around the area around you. The tv was still playing cartoons innocently in front of you, and you were still comfortably tucked into your blanket on the living room couch. Nothing seemed off, and nothing seemed out of place - and unfortunately, there was no Jean in this reality.

You took deep breaths to calm your still quickly beating heart. You didn’t know why you would dream of something so awful, yet something you were so sickeningly envious of. You didn’t care what Jean looked like or if he was permanently bleeding from never healing wounds, you would prefer he be here than somewhere you couldn’t reach him. Even if your dream self was suffering horribly from such a nightmare scenario, she was so lucky because at least she still had Jean.

You know dreams have meanings, even the scary ones that settle new fears in your heart. You wondered what that dream could mean, and you weren’t completely sure. But, you supposed maybe it was trying to convince you to move on - well, maybe not on but moving back into the bedroom would be a nice start.

And maybe Jean really did come to you in that dream, maybe he came back to help you move on. It would explain how scarily accurate he looked, both in his very much alive state and in his less alive state. It would also explain how warm the dream made you feel, from the tender moment with Jean in the kitchen to just coming home from a job you haven’t been to in six months. And, most importantly, it would explain why you could still feel Jean’s hands on your skin, like each touch he gave you was actually an invisible tattoo on your body.

End These Games

Armin x Reader

Word Count: 3.0k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Remember when we first met?”

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

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

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

At said get-together is where you met Armin.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I promise I won’t make fun of you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Armin smiled against your lips, “Be patient.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Please,” You cried out to him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mhm,” You mumbled against his skin.

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

Your eyes snapped open, “Right now?”

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

“Yes,” Armin said, “Right now.”

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

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

I LOVE LOVE LOVE THIS. ❤️

»Anyone can become a God or a Devil. All it takes is for someone to claim that to be the truth.« - Eren Kruger

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

Devour - Eren

(Eren x Reader) - Word Count: 2.1k

Creature: a person who eats the flesh of other human beings

Warnings: Dry Humping, Descriptions of Blood

Extra Notes: Happy Halloween, everyone! Ending Whore-O-Ween strong with some Eren smut!

You didn’t like trusting Tinder as a way of meeting people you’d want to keep in your life for longer than a week. You made sure to only use the app as a way of finding hookups, hangouts, and one night stands - so finding Eren was the least of your desires and now the worst yet best thing to happen to you.

Eren is everything you’ve ever imagined yourself wanting in a boyfriend. He’s always making you laugh until your sides hurt and this strange noise comes out of your mouth - it sounds oddly similar to a car trying its hardest to start up, but ultimately failing. And, Eren is the sweetest boy you’ve ever met in your entire life, he always gets you flowers for your dates and he manages to cheer you up no matter how bad of a day you have had.

Eren’s presence itself automatically mends your broken moods, so after a horrible day at work, you found yourself subconsciously driving towards his house. He lives in the middle of the woods - which was definitely something you had to get used to after seeing it for the first time - and despite its creepiness, his house is beautiful. A simple log cabin surrounded by looming trees and the sounds of croaking owls.

You’ve always felt safer inside of his house rather than outside, never knowing what lies in the thick shadows around the trunks of the surrounding trees. Once you were out of your car, you eyed the darkness suspiciously, wanting to make lurking creatures uncomfortable before making your way towards the door. You thought if you were a monster that maybe you wouldn’t want to attack somebody who has made direct eye contact with you, so you made sure to make direct eye contact with every monster that could be around.

You knocked three times on the door, a specific tune that Eren now associates with you. He opened the door not even thirty seconds after your knocks, and surprisingly with a large grin on his face. You hadn’t warned him you were on your way here, so for him to be smiling despite that was unexpected.

“Hi,” Eren said shortly, “What are you doing here?”

You returned Eren’s smile, “Just thought I’d stop by.”

Eren was wearing an old flowery apron over his jeans and t-shirt, and his hair was back in a bun to keep the long hair out of his face. You assumed the boy was most likely cooking, considering he was normally doing that or butchering animals he had hunted earlier in the week. There was no blood on his apron, and only a large cutting knife dangling in his fingers, so assuming he was cooking was your best bet.

You glanced at the knife and then met his eye again, “Whatcha’ cookin?”

“Dinner,” Eren answered flatly, “And I would’ve made more if I knew you were coming over - at least a text is always nice.” You rolled your eyes at him, giggling to yourself. “But, it’s nice to see you again, especially after the other night.”

You pushed at Eren’s shoulder, “Shut up.” You suddenly remembered the dark woods behind you, and gave the trees one last glance before turning back to Eren. “And, let me inside already, you know how I don’t like these woods.”

“What’s not to like?” Eren let you past him, but he walked onto his front porch instead, taking your place in the darkness. “There’s nothing scary out here!” Eren turned to you with a wicked look in his eyes. “And even if there were scary things out here, they’d all fear me more.”

As much as you hated to admit it, Eren’s behavior scared you. You knew he had a God Complex, but sometimes he spoke and didn’t sound like himself. It was as if he were becoming another person right in front of your eyes, shedding his skin as a human and instead deciding he wanted to be more.

“Shut up and come inside,” Your voice came out weak, fear leaking its way into your words.

Eren grinned mischievously at you, “I mean, if you say so.” You tried hard not to laugh at his dirty comment, and you felt betrayed by the small giggle that came from your throat. He thought of the laugh as a win, and laughed with you. “There’s that smile I love.”

Eren left his apron in the kitchen and joined you in his bedroom after some cleaning up. You had offered your help, but he was persistent in denying your request. He instead walked you to the bedroom door, and shut it behind you once you were sitting on the bed. You could only hear the clanking of dishes being dropped and frantically thrown about the kitchen. It sounded like Eren needed your help, but you stayed sitting on the bed.

You waited quietly for his return; scrolling through your phone, counting the posters on his walls, turning on his radio and listening intently to the words of the songs that came on. It felt like Eren was cleaning his kitchen for nearly an hour before the door opened and he had reappeared. He looked tired, his eyes blinking slowly and his shoulders slumped forward with exhaustion.

“Come here,” You said with a taunting smile on your face, “You look like that kitchen kicked your ass.”

Eren giggled lightly, “It did, I am tapping out.” He fell onto the bed beside you, lying face down in the pillows behind your back. You looked over your shoulder at Eren, watching as he groaned into the soft pillowcases. “I am going to sleep, cuddle with me now.”

“So demanding.” You shifted and laid down beside Eren, pressing your body into his own. He felt warm against you, his chest gently rising and falling, rubbing against your side.

Eren moved closer to you, now turning so he was facing you and not the inside of the pillows. He leaned his head against your shoulder, throwing his arm over your chest to pull you in as close as humanly possible. You felt as he breathed in your smell, groaning lightly with every sniff - the idea of Eren liking your scent made you feel light inside, you hoped he sniffed his bedsheets when you left his house, wishing you had stayed.

Eren not so slyly put his hand under your shirt, feeling his way across your stomach and to your chest. His fingers were calloused and left a scratchy trail along your skin as he touched you. His hand gently cupped around your tit, and he smiled lightly to himself.

You raised your eyebrows at Eren, “‘You having fun?”

“Yeah, I’m having a lot of fun.” Eren glanced at you for a second, a newfound energy in his eyes. You assumed he probably wasn’t so tired from cleaning the kitchen anymore, he seemed to be wide awake now. “We could have more fun though, if you wanted.”

Of course you wanted to, you always wanted to.

Eren tilted his head back to you, and you landed your lips onto his. He leaned into your kiss, pressing his lips closer to yours, leaving the slightest bruise on your mouth. Your mouth opened slightly for him, and he pushed his tongue in, licking the roof of your mouth behind your front teeth. He was the best kisser you had ever had the privilege of kissing before, even his soft pecks made you desperately lean in for more.

Eren was pulling you on top of him in a swift move of his arms. You straddled his hips, sitting down on top of him and feeling his hardness underneath you. You rubbed yourself against him, loving the way his body felt against your clit. Eren’s hands moved their way from your hips to your back and he pulled you in for another kiss.

As you kissed Eren back, you moved your hips against him, breathing into his mouth with every touch. You could feel him squirming underneath you as well, bringing his hips up to meet the sensitive spot between your legs. You liked that he was using your body to feel good, the same way you were using his body.

You moved your lips down to his neck and as a thank you, Eren did something he knew you enjoy - he curled his fingers around your head, tightening his grip on your hair. You moaned when he pulled your hair slightly, and you felt him giggle into your mouth from your reaction. He pulled back from your lips, freeing his mouth enough to whisper into your ear.

“Do you like that, baby?” Eren whispered, kissing his way back down to your mouth.

You nodded, “Mhm.” You didn’t want to speak too much with him, only wanting to focus on the euphoric feeling between your legs. You never knew how much you missed Eren’s body until he was inside of you, or even just rubbing against you.

Eren slid his hands back under your shirt, quickly moving his fingers to your chest. He cupped your breasts, using his palms to rub your nipples. The feeling went straight to your clit, making you moan into his mouth with every movement of his hands and hips. You felt so overwhelmed by his body, a tightness forming in your lower abdomen.

“Don’t stop, please,” You whispered into Eren’s neck.

He fulfilled your request, he continued to touch you exactly as he was. He moved you back to the sitting position so he could have a better grip on your chest. You rode him, rubbing yourself on his body until that tightness had gone away and a seizing feeling took over your whole body. You felt complete satisfaction in every inch of your body, down to your feet and especially in between your hips which throbbed with pleasure.

You leaned back down to Eren’s lips, kissing him gently as a thank you for the exhilarating feeling he gave you. You kissed your way from his lips to his ear, and whispered to him gently.

“Now it’s your turn.” You brought your hand down to his hips, pushing your hand under his sweatpants when you were suddenly interrupted by a ringing.

Eren moved away from you, heading to the end of the bed, “Oh, pizza’s here. We’ll finish this after we eat, okay love?”

“Oh okay,” Your tone sounded slightly deflated, you had to admit you were a little annoyed by the timing of the pizza man and you were excited to make Eren feel good as well. But, he said you’d finish this after dinner, at least the moment wouldn’t end here.

Eren out of his bedroom and towards the front door. While he was gone, you walked towards his kitchen, wanting to get plates and water ready for the both of you. You filled two glasses as he talked with the delivery man, making new friends was Eren’s strong suit. You opened the freezer, hoping to find ice and instead finding some questionable containers.

You set the cups down, eyeing the containers suspiciously. You were sure they were meat of some kind; pig, cow, turkey even, it’s not like Eren ever admitted to being a vegetarian. But, the meat didn’t look right, the containers were filled with thick, dark red liquid and it sloshed around when you pulled it out of the freezer.

You brought the container close to your face, furrowing your eyebrows as you tried to search your entire mind for some answer to this question. Maybe Eren illegally hunted in the woods behind his house, that would explain why the meat looked so unprofessional. But, one thing you couldn’t wrap your head around was why Eren would name the animals he killed.

Written in large black letters was the name MELINDA on the lid of the plastic container. You hoped more than anything that Eren had just named a pig after his ex-girlfriend, but you had a sickening feeling in your stomach that told you that was wrong. You knew what kind of meat this was even if you refused to admit it.

You swallowed the feeling of wanting to throw up, when you quickly put Melinda back in the freezer. You grabbed the water glasses and turned around, wanting to place the drinks on the dining table before Eren made his return, but he had already returned. He stood in the doorway of his kitchen, looking at you as he shook his head, sighing with his words.

“I was really hoping you wouldn’t snoop around like the others,” Eren said disappointedly.

The cups dropped from your hands in fear, the glass exploded on the kitchen floor as the water created a large puddle on the tile. Your breaths felt far away, as if you were only breathing through a small straw. You put your hands up in defeat, trying to calm down the boy in front of you.

“Eren, baby,” You said cautiously, “Let’s talk about this before we act irrationally?”

Eren raised an eyebrow at you, “Yeah, let’s do that.”